Gilded Nightmares
by
Indigo X
(Quick Author Notes: *croons Blur* "Well it looks like we've finally made it to the end..." Yep, this here, finally, is the end of the story. Unless I decide to tack on an epilouge thinger. Which I may or may not do. *shrug* Anywho, to all o' y'all who've been oh so patient with me through this... thankoo. I love you. May the forces of evil become confused and disoriented on the way to your door. ^^
Insert ownership blatherskite here.)
vi.
savior.
(SoCo)
I storm down the ramp, fists clenched, eyes blazing.
The bastard is waiting for me, like he said he would be, in the ring. He's perched on one of the top turnbuckles, and he's smiling. Laughing.
I don't know what he did to Rob, but I'm willing to bet that it was no fuckin' picnic.
"Why hello, pretty. My, that was prompt." He slides down from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring to meet me. "Eager beaver today, are we not?" He smirks again.
My muscles tense and I offer up a trademark Calloway Death Glare... and then can't help but give a little gasp as my eyes fall on what's around his neck.
A silver pendant, a dragon coiled around a yin-yang.
Rob's pendant. He never takes it off.
He sees me looking at it, and touches it fondly. "Oh, you like this? A little gift, it was. Beautiful, isn't it? I love it so. It gives me great pleasure..."
He dosen't get to finish, as he's kindly introduced to my left hook. Then, with a Hell scream, I pounce upon him and begin to punch his face relentlessly, as hard as I can. I can hear his cheekbones fracture under the barrage, and blood begins pouring from his nose. Then I stop, panting, glaring down at the freak, his blood spattering my face.
"WHERE IS HE, MOTHERFUCKER?"
He spits a gob of blood, and grins jaggedly, teeth reddened and broken.
"I'll never teeeeelllll..."
It takes practically the entire staff of refs and security guys to pull me off of him. If they didn't, I think... no, I KNOW I'd kill him.
I stalk backstage, clutching in my hand Rob's dragon pendant, which I'd ripped from the freak's miserable throat. I sit on a footlocker, run the broken chain through my hands, and it's all I can do not to cry. Rob could be anywhere, anywhere at all, alive or dead or worse than dead. I'd combed almost the entire arena in my prior search, and there wasn't so much as a sign of him.
Wait... what was that...
Something sounded like a moan. I look around. No one. Sighing, I figure I'm probably losing it and look down... there's a vent at my feet. And another moan softly, brokenly rises up.
The basement. The sound was coming from the basement.
I'd completely forgotten about the basement.
Cursing, I run like hell towards the door leading down.
"Hang on, babe... I'm comin'..."
Grabbing a flashlight from a nearby closet, I head down into the dark, grimy boiler room. A loose, muffled, frightened-sounding whimper echoes from the darkness every so often, and I shine my light in the direction it seems to come from, until...
...it shines on a quivering heap of flesh, blood, sweat, and grime.
Rob.
"Oh, Gawd..."
I run over to him, and... God. My thoughts are having trouble proccessing what they're seeing. Rob is curled up, tightly, wearing nothing but a gag and a blindfold. His arm looks like it's broken, and his golden-tan skin is completely covered in sweat and blood and filth.
I should've killed that freak Goldust when I had a chance.
He hears me approach, and recoils, whimpering in terror, shaking his head in an emphatic 'no...'
"Oh... babe, ssshhh, it's me, it's alright."
Gently, I untie the gag, and then the blindfold. Dulled, ravaged ocean blues look up at me, and lips tremble, and a pair of fresh tears splash down dirty cheeks.
"'Gin...y-you came... you found me..."
His voice is raspy, broken. I kneel and pull him very gently into my lap, tenderly running my fingers through grime and blood matted hair.
I yell at the top of my lungs for the EMTs, and then smile softly down at Rob.
"Yeah. Don't worry, babe. It's over. You're safe."
I hold on a little tighter. I don't let him go until the EMTs come to do their thing.
~Finis.
by
Indigo X
(Quick Author Notes: *croons Blur* "Well it looks like we've finally made it to the end..." Yep, this here, finally, is the end of the story. Unless I decide to tack on an epilouge thinger. Which I may or may not do. *shrug* Anywho, to all o' y'all who've been oh so patient with me through this... thankoo. I love you. May the forces of evil become confused and disoriented on the way to your door. ^^
Insert ownership blatherskite here.)
vi.
savior.
(SoCo)
I storm down the ramp, fists clenched, eyes blazing.
The bastard is waiting for me, like he said he would be, in the ring. He's perched on one of the top turnbuckles, and he's smiling. Laughing.
I don't know what he did to Rob, but I'm willing to bet that it was no fuckin' picnic.
"Why hello, pretty. My, that was prompt." He slides down from the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring to meet me. "Eager beaver today, are we not?" He smirks again.
My muscles tense and I offer up a trademark Calloway Death Glare... and then can't help but give a little gasp as my eyes fall on what's around his neck.
A silver pendant, a dragon coiled around a yin-yang.
Rob's pendant. He never takes it off.
He sees me looking at it, and touches it fondly. "Oh, you like this? A little gift, it was. Beautiful, isn't it? I love it so. It gives me great pleasure..."
He dosen't get to finish, as he's kindly introduced to my left hook. Then, with a Hell scream, I pounce upon him and begin to punch his face relentlessly, as hard as I can. I can hear his cheekbones fracture under the barrage, and blood begins pouring from his nose. Then I stop, panting, glaring down at the freak, his blood spattering my face.
"WHERE IS HE, MOTHERFUCKER?"
He spits a gob of blood, and grins jaggedly, teeth reddened and broken.
"I'll never teeeeelllll..."
It takes practically the entire staff of refs and security guys to pull me off of him. If they didn't, I think... no, I KNOW I'd kill him.
I stalk backstage, clutching in my hand Rob's dragon pendant, which I'd ripped from the freak's miserable throat. I sit on a footlocker, run the broken chain through my hands, and it's all I can do not to cry. Rob could be anywhere, anywhere at all, alive or dead or worse than dead. I'd combed almost the entire arena in my prior search, and there wasn't so much as a sign of him.
Wait... what was that...
Something sounded like a moan. I look around. No one. Sighing, I figure I'm probably losing it and look down... there's a vent at my feet. And another moan softly, brokenly rises up.
The basement. The sound was coming from the basement.
I'd completely forgotten about the basement.
Cursing, I run like hell towards the door leading down.
"Hang on, babe... I'm comin'..."
Grabbing a flashlight from a nearby closet, I head down into the dark, grimy boiler room. A loose, muffled, frightened-sounding whimper echoes from the darkness every so often, and I shine my light in the direction it seems to come from, until...
...it shines on a quivering heap of flesh, blood, sweat, and grime.
Rob.
"Oh, Gawd..."
I run over to him, and... God. My thoughts are having trouble proccessing what they're seeing. Rob is curled up, tightly, wearing nothing but a gag and a blindfold. His arm looks like it's broken, and his golden-tan skin is completely covered in sweat and blood and filth.
I should've killed that freak Goldust when I had a chance.
He hears me approach, and recoils, whimpering in terror, shaking his head in an emphatic 'no...'
"Oh... babe, ssshhh, it's me, it's alright."
Gently, I untie the gag, and then the blindfold. Dulled, ravaged ocean blues look up at me, and lips tremble, and a pair of fresh tears splash down dirty cheeks.
"'Gin...y-you came... you found me..."
His voice is raspy, broken. I kneel and pull him very gently into my lap, tenderly running my fingers through grime and blood matted hair.
I yell at the top of my lungs for the EMTs, and then smile softly down at Rob.
"Yeah. Don't worry, babe. It's over. You're safe."
I hold on a little tighter. I don't let him go until the EMTs come to do their thing.
~Finis.