Disclaimer: Yep, you all guessed it. I don't own a damn thing! I really
wish I owned Chris.....
A/N: Thank you to all of the totally awesome, totally bitchin people who have read and reviewed this stupid thing. My ultimate goal is to get at least 30, so tell your buds!! Hope you like the story so far, In my opinion it only gets better, so keep on my friends, keep on!
"Chris!" Chris Irvine pounded on the hotel room door that his best friend Chris Benoit was staying in.
"Chris, you lazy bastard! Get your ass out of bed now!!" Chris yelled. After a couple more insults, Benoit finally opened the door.
"Man, what the hell do you want? It's freaking 2 A.M.!" He yelled.
"Benoit, my sister, Lisa, she's alive!!" Chris said. Benoit looked closely at Irvine.
"Have you been drinking, dude?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, let me in and I'll tell you all about it." Chris said.
**1 hour (and many, many questions) later**
"O.K. Do you understand everything?" Chris asked. Benoit nodded his head.
"Yep, now get the hell out of my room." He said. Chris walked back to his own room. It was nearing 3 AM and he hadn't slept at all yet. He unlocked the door and went in. He saw a note on the floor and picked it up.
CHRIS
GUESS THAT YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE THING ABOUT LISA AND LITA. LITA WAS THE ONE KILLED IN THE VIDEO, BUT LISA WAS THE ONE WRESTLING IN THE VIDEO. AS FOR LITA, SHE WAS ALWAYS A DUMB BITCH. BY THE WAY, YOUR DAD SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. NICE WAY TO END A CONVERSATION. TOO BAD WE COULDN'T FINISH HIM OFF BEFORE HE TOLD YOU. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO WHOM YOU HANGE AROUND WITH, ONE IS NOT WHAT THEY SEEM.
XOXO
SINISTER ONE (elayhlayt ylayulayg slayi hlayhlayhlay)
Chris walked over to the bed. He sat down and compared it to the notes he had decoded before. He kept scribbling and was slowly letting his eyes get heavier and heavier. He kept struggling furiously to keep them open, but he could not succeed for long. He set the papers down and began to talk to himself.
"So, Dad is dead now (no big loss there). Lita went unmentioned like some sort of family secret and Dad was the asshole who didn't tell me this in the first place." He said. After that he started mumbling and he pulled the covers over his head. Just as he was about to drift off, his cell phone started to ring in his bag.
"Son of a Bitch!" he cursed as he threw the covers off. "Hello?" he asked obviously irritated.
"Chris, I'm sorry to wake you." A familiar voice said. "They don't know I've called you. You're hard to get a hold of- you know that?" Chris felt his knees give in. The papers he was holding slipped to the floor.
"Lisa," he asked in disbelief, "Where are you?"
"I'm in an old warehouse in Detroit. Obviously I'm alive and kicking. I guess you've already figured out I'm the one who's been writing those notes." She said.
"Yeah, I was working on the last one before I was about to fall asleep. Who kidnapped you, and why didn't you try to escape or give me a call in sooner than 8 years?" he asked.
"Well, I did try to escape Chris. It's not like I just sat back and said 'I think I'll take an 8 year vacation' or something like that. And they have just recently gotten lazy and started leaving me with things, like the computer and the phone. I sent you like a dozen emails."
"I changed my address." Chris said in dismay.
"Oh, that would explain it, then. I never see the guy's face, but a while back it was some different guy because the normal guy got hurt. I could tell by their body shapes."
"Do you think that they wrestle?"
"I'm positive that they wrestle. They talk about what match you had all the time, Chris."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I also figured out who the main guy is, but I can't say his name; it's in the code though. Shit. Hold on Chris, don't talk or hang up, they're coming." Lisa said. Chris said nothing and just listened. He grabbed the papers lying around him and sat on his bed. He started to decipher the code. He was thinking.
"elayhlayt ylayulayg slayi hlayhlayhlay." He thought "T-H-E G-U-Y I-S H-H- H. The guy is HHH." Chris heard a door open and close on the other end of the phone.
"Chris got the letter." A man said.
"oh?" Lisa asked.
"Don't play dumb. What is that retarded code you've been leaving him?" Chris started to place who's voice it was on the other end. He knew it wasn't HHH because HHH talked with and uh sound after every word. Chris was brought out of his thoughts quickly with the sound of flesh on flesh. Chris glanced at the clock. 5:30AM.
"Shit!" He yelled. The he slapped his forehead. He kept listening. Obviously the person hadn't heard him. Then Chris heard the ripping of cloth and a girl screaming. He knew what was going on to his sister and he was sure that this wasn't the first time. He felt his blood slowly rise in temperature. He knew it would be risky of him, but he felt like he had to save her.
"Hey!" He shouted into the phone. "Asshole! Pick up the phone!" The sounds on the other end stopped.
"Who is this?" A voice demanded. Chris blinked, that voice sounded so familiar.
"Who is this?!?!" The person shouted again.
"I was about to ask you the same question." Chris said.
"How did you get this number?" the person asked
"I have connections."
"WHO IN THE HELL IS THIS?" The man screamed. Chris smiled; his plan was working beautifully.
"This is Ted Irvine." Chris said in his best impersonation of his father voice. "And I am that girl's father. And...If you lay another hand on her, I will find you and kill you."
"What the-" The man started. "You!!" he screamed at Lisa. "You'll pay for this!!" Then th line went dead. Chris smacked his head with his phone.
"Damnit!" he yelled. He hadn't planned on the guy doing that. "Ow!" he screamed after hitting himself. Then he heard pounding on the door.
"Chris, man, lets go!" The Hardy Boyz yelled through the door.
"Coming!" Chris yelled. He stuffed his phone and the remaining few things scattered around the room in his bag. He opened the door and stepped out.
"You guys aren't going to believe this!" he said.
A/N: Thank you to all of the totally awesome, totally bitchin people who have read and reviewed this stupid thing. My ultimate goal is to get at least 30, so tell your buds!! Hope you like the story so far, In my opinion it only gets better, so keep on my friends, keep on!
"Chris!" Chris Irvine pounded on the hotel room door that his best friend Chris Benoit was staying in.
"Chris, you lazy bastard! Get your ass out of bed now!!" Chris yelled. After a couple more insults, Benoit finally opened the door.
"Man, what the hell do you want? It's freaking 2 A.M.!" He yelled.
"Benoit, my sister, Lisa, she's alive!!" Chris said. Benoit looked closely at Irvine.
"Have you been drinking, dude?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, let me in and I'll tell you all about it." Chris said.
**1 hour (and many, many questions) later**
"O.K. Do you understand everything?" Chris asked. Benoit nodded his head.
"Yep, now get the hell out of my room." He said. Chris walked back to his own room. It was nearing 3 AM and he hadn't slept at all yet. He unlocked the door and went in. He saw a note on the floor and picked it up.
CHRIS
GUESS THAT YOU KNOW THAT LITTLE THING ABOUT LISA AND LITA. LITA WAS THE ONE KILLED IN THE VIDEO, BUT LISA WAS THE ONE WRESTLING IN THE VIDEO. AS FOR LITA, SHE WAS ALWAYS A DUMB BITCH. BY THE WAY, YOUR DAD SHOULD BE DEAD BY NOW. NICE WAY TO END A CONVERSATION. TOO BAD WE COULDN'T FINISH HIM OFF BEFORE HE TOLD YOU. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO WHOM YOU HANGE AROUND WITH, ONE IS NOT WHAT THEY SEEM.
XOXO
SINISTER ONE (elayhlayt ylayulayg slayi hlayhlayhlay)
Chris walked over to the bed. He sat down and compared it to the notes he had decoded before. He kept scribbling and was slowly letting his eyes get heavier and heavier. He kept struggling furiously to keep them open, but he could not succeed for long. He set the papers down and began to talk to himself.
"So, Dad is dead now (no big loss there). Lita went unmentioned like some sort of family secret and Dad was the asshole who didn't tell me this in the first place." He said. After that he started mumbling and he pulled the covers over his head. Just as he was about to drift off, his cell phone started to ring in his bag.
"Son of a Bitch!" he cursed as he threw the covers off. "Hello?" he asked obviously irritated.
"Chris, I'm sorry to wake you." A familiar voice said. "They don't know I've called you. You're hard to get a hold of- you know that?" Chris felt his knees give in. The papers he was holding slipped to the floor.
"Lisa," he asked in disbelief, "Where are you?"
"I'm in an old warehouse in Detroit. Obviously I'm alive and kicking. I guess you've already figured out I'm the one who's been writing those notes." She said.
"Yeah, I was working on the last one before I was about to fall asleep. Who kidnapped you, and why didn't you try to escape or give me a call in sooner than 8 years?" he asked.
"Well, I did try to escape Chris. It's not like I just sat back and said 'I think I'll take an 8 year vacation' or something like that. And they have just recently gotten lazy and started leaving me with things, like the computer and the phone. I sent you like a dozen emails."
"I changed my address." Chris said in dismay.
"Oh, that would explain it, then. I never see the guy's face, but a while back it was some different guy because the normal guy got hurt. I could tell by their body shapes."
"Do you think that they wrestle?"
"I'm positive that they wrestle. They talk about what match you had all the time, Chris."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I also figured out who the main guy is, but I can't say his name; it's in the code though. Shit. Hold on Chris, don't talk or hang up, they're coming." Lisa said. Chris said nothing and just listened. He grabbed the papers lying around him and sat on his bed. He started to decipher the code. He was thinking.
"elayhlayt ylayulayg slayi hlayhlayhlay." He thought "T-H-E G-U-Y I-S H-H- H. The guy is HHH." Chris heard a door open and close on the other end of the phone.
"Chris got the letter." A man said.
"oh?" Lisa asked.
"Don't play dumb. What is that retarded code you've been leaving him?" Chris started to place who's voice it was on the other end. He knew it wasn't HHH because HHH talked with and uh sound after every word. Chris was brought out of his thoughts quickly with the sound of flesh on flesh. Chris glanced at the clock. 5:30AM.
"Shit!" He yelled. The he slapped his forehead. He kept listening. Obviously the person hadn't heard him. Then Chris heard the ripping of cloth and a girl screaming. He knew what was going on to his sister and he was sure that this wasn't the first time. He felt his blood slowly rise in temperature. He knew it would be risky of him, but he felt like he had to save her.
"Hey!" He shouted into the phone. "Asshole! Pick up the phone!" The sounds on the other end stopped.
"Who is this?" A voice demanded. Chris blinked, that voice sounded so familiar.
"Who is this?!?!" The person shouted again.
"I was about to ask you the same question." Chris said.
"How did you get this number?" the person asked
"I have connections."
"WHO IN THE HELL IS THIS?" The man screamed. Chris smiled; his plan was working beautifully.
"This is Ted Irvine." Chris said in his best impersonation of his father voice. "And I am that girl's father. And...If you lay another hand on her, I will find you and kill you."
"What the-" The man started. "You!!" he screamed at Lisa. "You'll pay for this!!" Then th line went dead. Chris smacked his head with his phone.
"Damnit!" he yelled. He hadn't planned on the guy doing that. "Ow!" he screamed after hitting himself. Then he heard pounding on the door.
"Chris, man, lets go!" The Hardy Boyz yelled through the door.
"Coming!" Chris yelled. He stuffed his phone and the remaining few things scattered around the room in his bag. He opened the door and stepped out.
"You guys aren't going to believe this!" he said.