Chapter 2 – Shadowy Figure Revealed, A Dark Plot Is Made
A/N: Nothing to say…just enjoy. Thank you to all who have reviewed, I won't let you down. ^_~
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He barely managed to get to the locker room that Kurt and Jericho were still in, mostly because he had an overwhelming urge to either pass out or puke. The found showed no signs of slowing up, and Raven just knew that whoever hit him was actually going after either Sam or Rob, the way he or she were lurking in the shadows. From the power of the blow, Raven could not help but think that the person was male, but besides that, that was all he could figure. He lifted his hand with effort to smack against the door. Kurt opened it and immediately made a face.
"Hey Chris, Raven's out here all bloodied." Kurt told the blonde Canadian, who looked over. Raven could not take it anymore and fell to the ground, in a deep faint.
"He's bleeding on my shoe!" Kurt pouted, moving backwards.
"Kurt! Ugh, god, get out of the way." Jericho shoved him aside. He stooped down to shake their fallen ally. "Raven? Raven, you all right?"
"Why are you talking to someone who's not awake?" Kurt smirked. "And they call me stupid."
"Kurt, shut up and help me pull him in." Jericho said, his patience wearing thin.
"But I'll get blood all over me!" he cried out.
"You either help me or so help me your own blood will be 'all over you'." He threatened. Kurt sighed and grudgingly helped pull him inside the room.
"This stuff will never come out." He stated when they got him inside and shut the door. He was looking at his now blood stained shirt.
"Do you have a brain or did you forget it somewhere 20 years ago?" Chris asked, moving to get a towel and wet it to clean Raven's wound.
"Well it's true! Yuck…" He watched in disgust as Chris pressed the cloth to the gash in his head.
"We really should get him to the trainer." Chris said, still pressing firmly, hoping that it would calm it down.
"We can't do that! Raven's not on our side." Kurt interjected. "Gonna be a little strange calling help for an Alliance member."
"Fuck." Chris seethed. Kurt had a point for once. "Well, with that being the case, you have to help me plug up his injury."
"I am –so- not going to touch him! Ew!" Kurt recoiled.
"My patience is wearing very thin, Angle. You either help me or…" Chris stood up, glaring at Angle, who stood his ground.
"Or what?" Kurt challenged.
"Don't test me." Chris warned, glaring at Sam's cousin.
"I'm not afraid of you." Kurt replied stubbornly.
"You little jac—"
"Urgh…" The fight was instantly broken up when the two turned to see Raven had awoken from his faint. He sat up, looking quite dizzy.
"Raven! What happened to you? I mean, this jerk over here didn't even CARE that you were bleeding but I saved you!" Kurt beamed while Jericho glared with anger at him.
"You have to be kidding me!" Jericho exclaimed, exasperated.
"Some psycho hit me with a steel pipe." He said, holding his head. "I think they were after Sam or Rob or something."
"How do you know that?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"I was walking back to the locker room and it just so happened that I had caught up with the two…they were you know, messing around with each other as usual. Then I saw the guy in the shadows…or saw his outline at least, and he hit me with the damn pipe."
"Oh." Kurt said, looking suddenly sheepish at his obvious attempt of catching Raven following Sam.
"You better go to the trainer with that thing." Jericho said as he unsteadily stood up. He took the now bloodied towel from the Alliance member and went to wash it out.
"I'm worried about Sam, you know. Rob too." He told Kurt as Jericho disappeared into the bathroom in the locker room. "You know they're not supposed to be together."
"I know that, I'm not stupid." Kurt rolled his eyes and Raven attempted not to look annoyed at the way Angle was treating him…not that he was being unusual, because he never really acted friendly toward him.
"Can you be any more of a loser, Kirk? Shut the hell up." He pushed the shorter man aside and gave Raven the towel. "This should ebb the bleeding a little. You really should get it checked."
"No, I'm fine." Raven said. "Speaking of the two, what's happening in that match?"
"I don't know, I forgot to look. You know, you showing up all hurt and all." Jericho said. He turned the TV on and on the screen it showed Sam and her tag team partner Jeff Hardy had defeated Rob and Kanyon. Most of the matches Rob and Sam had against each other were planned wins and losses, but it was never really an orderly set up so no one ever noticed except the people who knew about it. Then they would meet up a little later, in one of the rooms, it didn't matter which, and that's where they would ultimately end up sleeping. It was a safe tradition, and with cautiousness neither of them were ever caught.
But Raven was beginning if that should be an until now sort of statement. He was starting to worry whoever clocked him in the head also was spying on Rob and Sam to tell Stephanie, Shane, and Paul about them. He decided to just not think about it then, as it seemed to give him more of a headache then he wished to have. "I'm going to go now." He said, not wanting Sam to see him like this. Of course, as fate would have it, she walked in at that exact moment, looking quite happy.
But the expression changed when she saw Raven.
"Kurt! What did you do to him!"
"HEY!" he pouted. "Why am I always blamed for everything?"
"It wasn't Kurt. Don't worry about it." Raven said quietly. "Just a little scratch."
"Then why does it seem like there's a whole lotta blood outside your body?" she said. "God, I leave you boys alone for fucking 10 minutes and look what happens! Can't even take care of your own kind." She made a face. "You two, go find a medical kit. Sit down, Raven."
"Don't worry about it S—"
"Now."
"Yes ma'am." He sat down on the chair she pointed too, and Jericho came back with the kit supplied in each locker room.
"He looks so gross." Kurt made a face. "You don't have to do this you know."
"Kurt, just…go." She groaned. "Go get a drink or something."
"I think I will! Hmmph." He stomped out, as Jericho glanced at Raven too and made a face.
"Er…I think I'll go with him. The blood's making me kinda sick to my stomach." He excused himself.
"Wussies." She smirked. He gave a shrug and closed the door behind him. "Well, let's do this. I'm good at fixing up stuff like this, you know."
"I figure as much, you being big bad Hardcore girl." He said. "You really don't need to do this…"
"Yes, I can leave you to die, but I don't think such things should be on a conscience, don't you agree?" she chuckled, brushing the hair that was covering the wound. "You might want to take a shower after I'm done with you."
"Sounds like a plan." He mumbled. "Ow! Shit!" He recoiled the minute she touched the cloth she was fiddling with the minute she opened the kit.
"Don't be such a baby. And you call yourself hardcore." She chuckled.
"It burns…" he twitched.
"No duh, that's what it's supposed to do." She looked at it closely and sighed. "It doesn't look like it's bleeding too much anymore." She grabbed the towel that he was using before and washed it off. She lightly swiped most of the caked blood on his forehead away. "So how did you get this beauty?"
"Someone hit me." He said, choosing not to add the fact about how the person was following her, or might have been. "Crazy people. Heh."
"Well, I'm sorry you went through a hit and run, then. As strange as that sounds." She chuckled. "You alright now?"
He looked at her with her concerned frown and managed a smile. "Thanks to you."
"Good! Always glad to be of service. I have to go meet up with Rob." She explained, a bit cheerfully. "Can you get back alright by yourself?"
"Yeah." He nodded, trying not to look disappointed. She smiled.
"Great!" she nodded her head. "Bye, Raven!"
He watched her walk out, and when she closed the door he finally shook his head and let out a quiet sigh. "Of all the females in the world…" He touched the mostly cleaned wound. "…It had to be her. Life likes kicking me around a lot."
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"You sure you saw it?" Stephanie asked, letting her fingers rap against the desk she was sitting behind.
"Yes, of course." Shawn nodded. "Raven saw it, too, I think…he surprised me so I accidentally hit him."
"No matter…this is very disturbing news…and after Rob said he had nothing to do with Sam, he said it to all of us!" Shane shook his head. "We have to do something. We can't let her someone twist him into giving her secrets."
"I'm sure there is a very easy way of going about it. What is the number one way a relationship can break up on bad terms?" Paul asked. Shane, Shawn, and he all looked at Stephanie.
"What are you looking at me for?!" she demanded, annoyed.
"Well, you're the only girl…" Shane covered. "What would make you break up with someone?"
"Oh, in that case…well, I would say…cheating. Definitely." Stephanie confirmed.
"Cheating, huh?" Shane repeated. "You may go, Shawn."
"Y-yes sir!" he walked out, obviously proud of himself at his findings. When the door to the office closed, the three continued.
"Cheating won't be hard to pull off."
"From the way it sounds, Rob would never cheat on her." Stephanie frowned.
"Of course he wouldn't, he's not like that." Paul continued, starting to smile. "But we can…make it look like that, no?"
"Make it look like that?" Stephanie asked, confused.
"I see what you're saying…hey Steph, it was like that time when you caught Hunter with Trish…it looks wrong, but it was entirely innocent." Shane offered.
"You enjoy reminding me don't you?" Stephanie muttered.
"We have to plan this carefully…because if it goes through, we don't ever have to worry about the two ever again." Heyman grinned largely. "And we won't have to act like we knew…it would probably do a world of good on his attitude. He'll get more aggressive with all the happy feelings gone."
"It sounds like a plan." Stephanie grinned evilly. "And I can't wait to destroy that bitch's bubble. I still haven't gotten her back for the disrespect she put me through."
"So are we agreed? Break up Sam and Rob?" Shane asked, glancing at his two business partners.
"Agreed." Heyman and Stephanie replied together.
"This is going to be fun." Heyman chuckled darkly. "Let's start planning now…"
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Sam reached Rob's room as promptly as she could, and proceeded to dig out the card to open the door out of her pocket. With a quick motion the ding sounded, signifying that she could enter the room. She walked in, ready to spend a perfect night of sleeping. She was unusually tired, perhaps it was because of the entire ordeal with poor Raven. She still didn't really understand how it happened, but it sort of worried her.
"Sam, that you?" She put her bag down and turned to look toward where her boyfriend's voice came from. He exited from the bathroom, only towel clad, obviously looking to see who had entered his room since she hadn't answered him.
"You know, it could have been some crazy fan wanting to get in your pants, and you walk out in only a towel? Tsk tsk." She smirked.
"Who says I didn't want it to be a crazed fan?" he grinned wryly. He turned and headed back into the bathroom, and came out a minute later now wearing boxers, which of course was better then nothing when it came to him. "Bet they'd be fun."
"You know, I can't believe I'm associated with a pig like you sometimes." She rolled her eyes. He walked over to her, placing a kiss on her lips that she did not object to.
"Remember now?" he asked with a playful look.
"I think I still need a little reminding." She said after 'much' thought.
"Whatever you wish. I don't want you to forget, after all." He pressed another kiss, in which she couldn't help but laugh into. He pulled away, giving a 'what the heck?' look.
"You know, I shouldn't let you push me over this easily." She said. "It's entirely against my nat…" He cut her off with another kiss, and it quieted any complaints about anything in an instant.
"What was that?" Rob asked breathlessly.
"Nothing." She mumbled into his lips. "Nothing at all."
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TBC…