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To anyone who passed them as they walked along the road, they appeared to be shadows until the headlights of your car lit them up, revealing them to be solid and real. Well, maybe not quite real. They walked with a purpose, silent and determined, not stopping when cars rumbled past, some offering lifts through open windows. Their eyes remained focused on the road ahead. Walking on a freeway is considered by some to be suicidal, who knew what type of drivers were out there late at night? To them, it wasn't a worry, it didn't even cross their minds.

Eternal strode in front, hands in the pockets of her long black coat, hair flapping past her shoulders. She looked so different to Stacy that people wouldn't recognise her; cuts on her face with unwashed blood congealed around them, no carefully applied make up, just a steely determined look, all in black, unspeaking. Reckless walked a little way behind her, his hands in fists swinging slightly by his sides, his face drawn into a scowl. His open jacket reached his knees, revealing an RVD T-shirt beneath it with a large rip at the collarbone. He too looked different from his on-screen character, he was Reckless. There was no need for speech, they both knew where they were going. It was too late for mindless prattle but then for shadows such as these, no time was ever too late, they had no sense of time, they could continue forever if need be, short rests were all that was needed. The dark was what they needed, craved almost. That's why Sara's powers had had such effect, it burned them deeply because of their cold nature. Suddenly Eternal turned and smiled

"She is alone again" she said her voice happy "she's waiting for our company"

"And then we rest" added Reckless

"For a while" replied Eternal "we have more to do, more surprises in store"

"Indeed"

Eternal smiled widely, her body was cold, icy to the touch. It felt good to be that temperature again. Night walks were a pastime she had come to embrace, for their scenery, lifestyle and essential addition to her living. It beat sitting in a freezer as some shadows are known to do. Jezebel had the chair of course but Eternal and Reckless could only sit in it for an hour at a time, then it got too unbearable. Reckless nodded slowly, the pain in his knees was non-existent now, he had almost forgotten the agony he had been put in less than an hour ago. He could laugh now about the people who'd done it to him; Amy, with a neck so fragile he could snap it with his bare hands or his feet if he wished too, Trish, a blonde diva who was now apparently one of the best female wrestlers today, oh what fear that struck in his heart and Jeff, his equal according to many, if only they knew. He turned to his companion who was watching the cars pass them, their light beams sweeping across the landscape, eerily highlighting the scenery. It was a beautiful night. She knew his eyes were on him, she looked at him, her own eyes full of darkness. Without a word, they continued walking.

*

His mind was used to this feeling now but his body wasn't. He could feel himself fly through the air, the night breeze cooling his face and hands, chilling them in fact or was that just the effect she had on him? He knew the ground would come to meet him soon and sure enough it did, soft grass grabbed him from the sky and he found himself rolling down a bank. He was smiling, he could feel darkness beginning to cover his mind, then disappear, like a light switch flicking on and off in his head.

"Here we go again" he slurred to himself

He reached stone, rocky and uneven. Painful. He lay still, sore spots glowing all over his body. Blood trickled down his face, he could taste it as it reached the corner of his mouth, it was salty and sticky. He couldn't move, his mind screamed at him to lift a foot, anything but he couldn't, his body wouldn't respond.

As the blood dripped onto his black fleece, he remembered the girl who'd thrown him, dressed in those colours. She sure was beautiful, was it Amy? A girl he knew he cared about and loved? He wasn't sure. He remembered riding this motorbike, whizzing along this road, then stopping. Eyes. Bright clear green, burned right through him, looked into his inside and knew everything. The taste of lips, pressed fiercely against his own before pulling away. Who was that girl? He didn't know the answer, he wanted to rest but he wanted to know who she was, maybe she was the one he loved? Maybe. He could find out later. He smiled and quickly as he relaxed on the cold stone, the darkness took over his mind.

*

This house was different to the one back in Baltimore. Well, whatever was left of the one in Baltimore. It was probably a pile of smouldering bricks now with a few smouldering corpses underneath it. A couple had probably escaped alive but that could be easily remedied. Jezebel dipped her index finger into her mug of coffee, it was black and bitter and swirled if around silently. The steam swirled in front of her face, she didn't get too close to it, heat was a dangerous thing.

She was sat on the iron chair, one leg crossed over the other. Her black jacket was thrown carelessly onto the dark couch, the helmet with it's visor down placed on top of it. It was a bigger house to start off with, the rooms with higher ceilings, it was a touch majestic in appearance except for the sparse furnishings. The walls were painted different colours in each room, here in the front room they were a soft orange. A different colour for a different purposed room. She drew her finger out of the coffee and slowly sucked the liquid off it before taking a gulp of it from the cup. As much as she hated it, she needed heat inside of her to keep her going. It was a tiresome paradox. One of many concerning the shadows.

A loud ring pierced the air, someone was calling the phone. Jezebel reached over without looking and picked up the black shiny handset from the black shiny phone on the table beside her.

"Hello?..yes speaking....oh how great to hear from you!...yes, I was looking forward to my first assignment call....sounds good, I happen to be living at that area currently...where should I report to?...uh huh, thank you....really thank you....see you then...goodbye"

She dropped the handset back into it's cradle with a smile. She'd sounded almost normal. The next part of the game was going to begin. And she was the games master.

*

"Where the hell is he?"

No one answered Jeff as they looked around the darkened landscape, there was no sign of Matt or Jezebel. Amy could feel anger bubbling up inside of her, threatening to overspill. She took a deep breath.

"Maybe he went to find us some transport?" she tried lamely

"Or maybe he was kidnapped by that psycho bitch again" spat Jeff

"Don't take this out on me Jeff Hardy, it's not my fault that he's gone"

"Yeah? Well you're the lucky one, you got to see him, speak to him, touch him after worrying about him for so long, did I get that? No"

Jeff pulled Mark's arm from his shoulder and stormed over so that he stood face to face with Amy who glared defiantly back at him. Sara gasped from the sudden weight on her again and Trish quickly took Jeff's place, deciding not to get involved in the argument.

"You think it's worse for you? I got to see him yeah but that makes it worse Nero, I have fresh memories of his touch, his words, I helped him escape that room, I was with him not so long ago"

"So maybe it is your fault that he's gone then! Since you were the one who let him out, if you hadn't, maybe he'd have stayed safely there until all the fighting was over and we could have let him out then, why did you even come back from hospital? Couldn't you have stayed strapped into your bed?"

"Enough!" a third voice thundered

A mass of hot white light appeared between the two of them, silencing them. When they tried touching it, it burned their skin fiercely. They looked in wonder at it and then turned back to the others. Sara looked at them in pure anger, her jaw tight, her hand outstretched towards them.

"You will not fight! We've been through hell and all you can think about is who's fault it is? It's Jezebel's, not your's and right now she is laughing at us for fighting, my husband is so drained that he can't move, I found out today that I have fucking powers so I think I have the raw deal so shut up and get your asses to the truck now!!"

They were both silent, looking at the woman who glared at them venomously. Slowly, the light dissolved between them. Amy looked at Jeff, her eyes glassy, tears beginning to spill, his words had hit her like lead. She didn't say anything, feeling worse and worse. Jeff's anger dissolved, he mentally kicked himself. They were both feeling like shit because of this, they both cared about and loved Matt and now, he was taken away from them both. He didn't know what to say, not to Sara because he was blown away by her words and Amy because he'd been an ass. Instead, he reached out to her and wrapped him arms around her, pulling her into a powerful hug. Her tears finally began spilling down her face, her face contorted into sobs, her emptiness coming out in shaking cries. Sara nodded to Trish and they walked towards the van, leaving the others behind. Sara quickly opened the door and between them, Trish and she manoeuvred Mark's lifeless body into the backseat. Sara lovingly covered him with his coat in hope that it would warm him up and then swiped a hand over her brow. Trish looked at her in wonder, unable to find the words to say anything. Feeling the eyes on her, Sara smiled tiredly

"What a way to find out huh? I was surprised myself when my hands began glowing"

"How..?"

"I don't know, but I think they've always been within me, I just had to pull them out, I'm the opposite, the counterfeit for Jezebel and Mark, I have hot powers, they have cold, I have agility, they have strength, kinda makes sense when you think about it"

"You've accepted it well" Trish remarked

"When you're faced with a raging Eternal and a psychotic twin of your husband, you do pick it up pretty quick" said Sara with a short laugh "but we need rest, it's Friday tonight so I say we rest over the weekend and then decide what to do on Monday"

"But Matt.."

"He's going to have to wait, I have a feeling that Jezebel wouldn't destroy him, she's playing a game with Mark and tonight, she dealt him quite a hand, he wasn't ready to face her on that level, she's been practising for years but him? He buried it deep within himself so that he wouldn't have to confront that side of him, unfortunately he has to" Sara cast a look through the window at Mark.

Silence descended on them and they both turned and looked up the drive to where Jeff and Amy were locked in their sorrowful hug, the remains of the building behind them just trembling now.

"What a night" sighed Trish as she got into the back of the truck

"And we've a long way to go yet" said Sara "a very long way"

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