A/N: Thanks again for the reviews! I worried about Roxie's though. Dude,
Raven losing? Think of Molly, won't somebody PLEASE think of Molly?! O_O
Sorry. :P Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I own a bat and a water hose. Don't mess with me. Grr. Argh. Rawr.
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1992:
A young brunette Molly lay awake in her room. Her door was wide open and she tried not to watch the shadows that danced on her walls. The same shadows that were yelling. The demon shadows belonged to her parents.
Molly clutched her stuffed animal and shut her eyes tight. She wanted to block out the sound of their screams. She heard a loud slap and covered her ears. She opened one eye and looked at her fall. The shadow of her father was pointing at her mother and his lips moved fast as they cried obscenities, which Molly could vaguely hear.
She watched as his hand's shadow swiftly smacked her mother. She closed her eye again, trying not to think about it. After a while, she heard a loud slam and uncovered her ears. She heard the sobs of her mother and sat up.
She headed out of her room and looked into the kitchen. Her mother was laid out on the ground, her face in her hands, crying.
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Edge arrived at the arena the next night and stuck his head in. He scanned the hall, making sure the coast was clear. He stepped inside and motioned for Molly to come in. She joined him inside and pointed down the hall, implying that she was going to the make-up lady to cover the bruises.
Edge watched her, making sure she'd be okay. She entered the room and looked at him, down the hall, and nodded. He went his separate way. Molly set her things down and sat in the chair. She reflected everything that had happened and looked herself in the mirror.
The marks around her eyes were slowly lessening. She ran her finger around it and sighed. As she sat back, she closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she spotted Raven's reflection behind hers!
She stood and raised her fists, acting on reflex. He laughed at her, "What? You're gonna fight me now? Huh?" He slapped her fists down and advanced toward her, her backing up against a wall. "I never knew you as a big mouth, Molly, but in this case, I can't help but wonder if you've told that pretty boy friend of yours." Molly drew her eyebrows together, forming an upset frown. "Did you? Did you tell Edge?" He asked, through clenched teeth.
Molly stared at him wide-eyed, not sure what to say. Raven made a fist and raised it, staring at it like it was a weapon, "Did you?" He repeated. Molly gulped.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Edge ran in, spearing Raven to the ground! Molly backed off the wall and stared down at him, and then at Edge. He grabbed her hand and ran out of the room with her.
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Edge wrapped his jacket around Molly and they ran for the car, trying to avoid getting drenched by the rain. He quickly threw the door open and helped Molly inside. "I'll be back, okay? I'm going to go get our things." Molly nodded and watched Edge run off, back into the building.
Molly sighed and put her arms through the sleeves, shivering. She wiped the rain drops from her face and waited.
The driver's door opened and slammed shut before Molly realized who had joined her.
"Raven!" She screamed. Raven laughed at her, "So you going to rely on that boyfriend of yours to sick me everytime you're in danger?! Well, I have news for you, Molly! One day, Edge won't be there! You'll be all alone."
'All alone. . . ' Raven forced his lips on hers, grabbing her head and pulling it towards his. He then flew out of the car and ran off into the storm. Molly wiped her lips and her tears came. She didn't want to be alone. And she wondered what Raven had planned. . . Maybe he was going to hurt Edge.
Moments later, Edge came running and rushed into the car. He took a glance at Molly and placed a hand on her shoulder; she looked so depressed, "Hey, are you okay?"
Molly nodded, staring at her feet. Edge ran his fingers along her neck to comfort what seemed like pain and frustration.
He started the car and Molly's head shot up, "Edge." He turned to her.
She could have said, 'I think Raven has something planned for you.' She could have said, 'I think you should lay low for a while.'
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Molly shook her head, "Nevermind."
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Disclaimer: I own a bat and a water hose. Don't mess with me. Grr. Argh. Rawr.
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1992:
A young brunette Molly lay awake in her room. Her door was wide open and she tried not to watch the shadows that danced on her walls. The same shadows that were yelling. The demon shadows belonged to her parents.
Molly clutched her stuffed animal and shut her eyes tight. She wanted to block out the sound of their screams. She heard a loud slap and covered her ears. She opened one eye and looked at her fall. The shadow of her father was pointing at her mother and his lips moved fast as they cried obscenities, which Molly could vaguely hear.
She watched as his hand's shadow swiftly smacked her mother. She closed her eye again, trying not to think about it. After a while, she heard a loud slam and uncovered her ears. She heard the sobs of her mother and sat up.
She headed out of her room and looked into the kitchen. Her mother was laid out on the ground, her face in her hands, crying.
**
Edge arrived at the arena the next night and stuck his head in. He scanned the hall, making sure the coast was clear. He stepped inside and motioned for Molly to come in. She joined him inside and pointed down the hall, implying that she was going to the make-up lady to cover the bruises.
Edge watched her, making sure she'd be okay. She entered the room and looked at him, down the hall, and nodded. He went his separate way. Molly set her things down and sat in the chair. She reflected everything that had happened and looked herself in the mirror.
The marks around her eyes were slowly lessening. She ran her finger around it and sighed. As she sat back, she closed her eyes. When she reopened them, she spotted Raven's reflection behind hers!
She stood and raised her fists, acting on reflex. He laughed at her, "What? You're gonna fight me now? Huh?" He slapped her fists down and advanced toward her, her backing up against a wall. "I never knew you as a big mouth, Molly, but in this case, I can't help but wonder if you've told that pretty boy friend of yours." Molly drew her eyebrows together, forming an upset frown. "Did you? Did you tell Edge?" He asked, through clenched teeth.
Molly stared at him wide-eyed, not sure what to say. Raven made a fist and raised it, staring at it like it was a weapon, "Did you?" He repeated. Molly gulped.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Edge ran in, spearing Raven to the ground! Molly backed off the wall and stared down at him, and then at Edge. He grabbed her hand and ran out of the room with her.
**
Edge wrapped his jacket around Molly and they ran for the car, trying to avoid getting drenched by the rain. He quickly threw the door open and helped Molly inside. "I'll be back, okay? I'm going to go get our things." Molly nodded and watched Edge run off, back into the building.
Molly sighed and put her arms through the sleeves, shivering. She wiped the rain drops from her face and waited.
The driver's door opened and slammed shut before Molly realized who had joined her.
"Raven!" She screamed. Raven laughed at her, "So you going to rely on that boyfriend of yours to sick me everytime you're in danger?! Well, I have news for you, Molly! One day, Edge won't be there! You'll be all alone."
'All alone. . . ' Raven forced his lips on hers, grabbing her head and pulling it towards his. He then flew out of the car and ran off into the storm. Molly wiped her lips and her tears came. She didn't want to be alone. And she wondered what Raven had planned. . . Maybe he was going to hurt Edge.
Moments later, Edge came running and rushed into the car. He took a glance at Molly and placed a hand on her shoulder; she looked so depressed, "Hey, are you okay?"
Molly nodded, staring at her feet. Edge ran his fingers along her neck to comfort what seemed like pain and frustration.
He started the car and Molly's head shot up, "Edge." He turned to her.
She could have said, 'I think Raven has something planned for you.' She could have said, 'I think you should lay low for a while.'
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Molly shook her head, "Nevermind."
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