Chapter Two
Camilla sat in her car, humming to herself at the gas station. Amy and her friends had just pulled up seconds ago. Amy was sitting in the front seat next to the driver tapping the dashboard. Both men got out, they both went inside the gas station leaving Amy alone. Camilla smiled, grabbed the gun off the seat next to her and climbed out of the car. She walked slowly towards Amy's car, the flat heels of her boots cruching on the dirt road. She grabbed the handle of the door, quickly yanked it open and slid inside. The gun was pressed against Amy's temple before she could react.
"Hello Geri," Camilla said in an emotionless voice.
"Hello Camilla," amy replied in a shaky voice holding her hands up. "How are you ?"
Camilla laughed manically. "How am I ? How am I ?" she laughed. Then the tone of her voice changed, she gritted her teeth, snarled her words and pressed the gun to her temple harder. "How am I, you stupid bitch, I've been living rough for three years damn it. I couldn't go home for Christmas, last year I stood outside my parents window and watched them enjoy Christmas dinner and enjoy life without me. How the fuck do you think I am !"
"Are you going to shoot me ?" Amy asked.
"Uh-huh. Right here in this car I'm going to blow your brains out before any of your friends get back. On three."
Amy closed her eyes and said a quick prayer as Camilla counted down.
"1..,2.., 3."
She pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Amy opened her eyes slowly and Camilla smiled. She sighed. but Camilla grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You'd love that wouldn't you, for me to get my revenge and kill you now. But believe me, by the time i'm finished with you, you'll wish I'd shot you. I'll see you around, Geri."
Camilla let go of her hair and slid out the car. Amy took deep breaths, she was shaking beyond belife. First she thought Camilla wanted to scare her, but now she knew she ment business. Amy turned around and saw Camill reach the door of her car. She looked up smiled, waved and got in before speeding off.
"I refuse to let her scare me !" Amy shouted down the phone.
"Then don't let her. When she's around you can't let your guard down for a second. She means business."
"God dammit ! She could of killed me today, but she wants to mess with me the way I messed with her."
"Camilla could kill you in your sleep if she wanted to. But you have to take notice to me, when she's around your not Amy Dumas, you can't afford to be. When she's around you become Geri Knight. The most respected and feared women in the criminal world."
Amy nodded. "Ok."
"Now we have to start playing the game the way she is."
"And how do we do that ?"
The person on the other end laughed. "Don't you worry."
Sleeping wasn't easy for Camilla. She tossed and turned and usually woke up more tired then she'd been when she went to bed. The chilly night air of Chicargo didn't bother her, she'd slept in shop doorways in colder weather. Her mind was ticking over, thinking of the next stage of the plan, in all honesty there wasn't one. The stages of her plan usually formed in her mind minuets before they happened. Camilla turned a corner, her car was parked in a deserted parking lot. As she approched it she saw somthing on the windsheild. Writing. Camilla touched the red letters before reading what it said. They were still wet meaning whoever had done it was there only minuets before she arrived. She sniffed the substance, it wasn't paint, it was blood. Making a face of disgust she wipped her fingers on her jacket and read the message. YOU WANNA PLAY ? WELL THE GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN.
"The games have just begun huh ?" she asked, her voice getting louder. Now she was shouting. "I'm more then ready ! So come on ! Get your ass out here right now !"
Nobody came, there was no noise. Angrily Camilla kicked the car's tire before storming off again.
Amy lay in bed awake for a long time that night, it wasn't with the worry which had prevented her from sleeping the pervoius night. She was remembering. Remembering the day she tipped the police off on Camilla, remembering going to her trial in disguise and watching her get dragged away kicking and screaming by the police officers. Amy remembered the hate on her face. How she looked right at her and promised revenge before she disappered from sight. But Amy remembered who she was at heart and where she came from. If she was going to survive, she'd have to stop being WWF Diva Lita, Amy Dumas. She was going to have to be drug dealing, street tough, kill-you-if-you-look-at-her-the-wrong-way Geri Knight. She was going teach damn Camilla Winters a lesson, once and for all.
Camilla sat in her car, humming to herself at the gas station. Amy and her friends had just pulled up seconds ago. Amy was sitting in the front seat next to the driver tapping the dashboard. Both men got out, they both went inside the gas station leaving Amy alone. Camilla smiled, grabbed the gun off the seat next to her and climbed out of the car. She walked slowly towards Amy's car, the flat heels of her boots cruching on the dirt road. She grabbed the handle of the door, quickly yanked it open and slid inside. The gun was pressed against Amy's temple before she could react.
"Hello Geri," Camilla said in an emotionless voice.
"Hello Camilla," amy replied in a shaky voice holding her hands up. "How are you ?"
Camilla laughed manically. "How am I ? How am I ?" she laughed. Then the tone of her voice changed, she gritted her teeth, snarled her words and pressed the gun to her temple harder. "How am I, you stupid bitch, I've been living rough for three years damn it. I couldn't go home for Christmas, last year I stood outside my parents window and watched them enjoy Christmas dinner and enjoy life without me. How the fuck do you think I am !"
"Are you going to shoot me ?" Amy asked.
"Uh-huh. Right here in this car I'm going to blow your brains out before any of your friends get back. On three."
Amy closed her eyes and said a quick prayer as Camilla counted down.
"1..,2.., 3."
She pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Amy opened her eyes slowly and Camilla smiled. She sighed. but Camilla grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. "You'd love that wouldn't you, for me to get my revenge and kill you now. But believe me, by the time i'm finished with you, you'll wish I'd shot you. I'll see you around, Geri."
Camilla let go of her hair and slid out the car. Amy took deep breaths, she was shaking beyond belife. First she thought Camilla wanted to scare her, but now she knew she ment business. Amy turned around and saw Camill reach the door of her car. She looked up smiled, waved and got in before speeding off.
"I refuse to let her scare me !" Amy shouted down the phone.
"Then don't let her. When she's around you can't let your guard down for a second. She means business."
"God dammit ! She could of killed me today, but she wants to mess with me the way I messed with her."
"Camilla could kill you in your sleep if she wanted to. But you have to take notice to me, when she's around your not Amy Dumas, you can't afford to be. When she's around you become Geri Knight. The most respected and feared women in the criminal world."
Amy nodded. "Ok."
"Now we have to start playing the game the way she is."
"And how do we do that ?"
The person on the other end laughed. "Don't you worry."
Sleeping wasn't easy for Camilla. She tossed and turned and usually woke up more tired then she'd been when she went to bed. The chilly night air of Chicargo didn't bother her, she'd slept in shop doorways in colder weather. Her mind was ticking over, thinking of the next stage of the plan, in all honesty there wasn't one. The stages of her plan usually formed in her mind minuets before they happened. Camilla turned a corner, her car was parked in a deserted parking lot. As she approched it she saw somthing on the windsheild. Writing. Camilla touched the red letters before reading what it said. They were still wet meaning whoever had done it was there only minuets before she arrived. She sniffed the substance, it wasn't paint, it was blood. Making a face of disgust she wipped her fingers on her jacket and read the message. YOU WANNA PLAY ? WELL THE GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN.
"The games have just begun huh ?" she asked, her voice getting louder. Now she was shouting. "I'm more then ready ! So come on ! Get your ass out here right now !"
Nobody came, there was no noise. Angrily Camilla kicked the car's tire before storming off again.
Amy lay in bed awake for a long time that night, it wasn't with the worry which had prevented her from sleeping the pervoius night. She was remembering. Remembering the day she tipped the police off on Camilla, remembering going to her trial in disguise and watching her get dragged away kicking and screaming by the police officers. Amy remembered the hate on her face. How she looked right at her and promised revenge before she disappered from sight. But Amy remembered who she was at heart and where she came from. If she was going to survive, she'd have to stop being WWF Diva Lita, Amy Dumas. She was going to have to be drug dealing, street tough, kill-you-if-you-look-at-her-the-wrong-way Geri Knight. She was going teach damn Camilla Winters a lesson, once and for all.
