://Twist of Fates
://Co-Written by Darcie and Andrea
://Published 08-24-2002
://Warnings: R for Language, situations involving excessive alcohol abuse, gore, murder.
://Disclaimer: The subject of the following is pure fiction, and those mentioned either belongs to World Wrestling Entertainment and its associates, or myself and the other author of this short story of betrayal, murder and jealousy. Rated R for language and objectionable content.
://Chapter Six: We Found D'Von. Or, Parts of Him.
Steph shook her head as the police and investigators scowered the dressing room. "Great, just great. One of our announcers is dead and two of our talents are missing." She muttered to know one, walking down the hall. Dakota and AJ shook at the thought. Adam slipped his arms around Dakota and rested his chin on her shoulder. "What if this happens to D'Von and Rico?" AJ said, shakily standing next to Jeff. "Screw that! What if something happens to someone else?" Dakota retorted, casting an uneasy look towards the entrance.
"What if something happens to you two?" Jeff asked, putting his arm around AJ's shoulders reassuringly. The police had cut Tazz' body down and they proceeded to carry him out in a body bag. AJ shuddered as the black mass was taken past them, Dakota turned her eyes away. Jeff released AJ's shoulders and walked over to Stephanie McMahon.
"What about the show? Are you going to cancel it?" he asked, watching genitors and other people scurry about, cleaning up the blood and blocking off the area. Steph flipped out a cell phone and proceeded to dial a number, holding up her hand to Jeff. He waited impatiently, while Adam started talking with one of the detectives.
After two minutes and a heated argument, Jeff and Stephanie walked over to the group. "The show is about to start and everyone's already here. We have two choices; continue with whom ever still can fight or cancel the show." She looked between Dakota and AJ. "I am really sorry about this. I don't know how anyone could have gotten past security, especially with .. well. that." Stephanie motioned to the body bag, which was being wheeled out the entrance.
"Its not your fault, I feel really bad for his family. no one should have to have that happen to them." Dakota said, refusing to look after the mass. "Very true. I suppose Ill have to tell the audience about what's happened back here. In the mean time, just stay away from this area and try not to think about it." Steph squeezed AJ's shoulders, then walked off down the hall.
"Do you really think this could be aimed at us?" AJ whispered to Dakota, walked after Stephanie. "I don't know, I don't really want to think about it. I guess we'll just have to see."
-Later that Night-
Dakota stumbled after AJ down the hall towards their room. Stifling a yawn, AJ fiddled with the card key before the door finally opened, and the stench that awaited them wafted out into the hall, causing both females to gag uncontrollably. AJ struggled to find the light switch, and after hitting it she pulled away a bloodied hand. "Oh shit, I'm gonna be sick." She said, hand over her mouth for the second time that night. Dakota paled even more as she ventured into the crimson stained room.
The white wash walls were covered in blood, and a table had been pulled into the middle of the room. The beds were smeared with life juice, and the sheets had been piled over something on the table. AJ followed, and found she couldn't open the bathroom door. 'The blood of a priest is on your hands. Soon your blood with be on ours' was written across each and every wall in blood.
AJ turned and ran into the hall, Dakota stumbling after her, closing the door. After a few minutes, they managed to rise to their feet and walk down the hall. Dakota pounded on Adams door, leaning against the frame for support. AJ had fallen to her knees again, gagging as the foul reek lingered down the hall.
Adam swung the door open, blinking through sleep-dazed eyes. "Kota, AJ.. what's wrong?" he asked, turning on a light. Dakota blinked, while AJ whistled slightly. "Adam, put something on." Dakota said, stumbling into his room with AJ on her heels. Adam blushed slightly and pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers.
"What's up?" he said, watching AJ claim his bathroom and Dakota sink onto his bed. Retching sounds emanated from the bathroom, and Dakota starred at the ceiling absently, breathing heavily and looking paler than normal. "I think we may have found D'Von.." Adam sat down beside her, gazing down at her concernedly.
"Where?" he asked, dreading the answer. AJ emerged from his bathroom, looking slightly green. "In our room.. At least. We're pretty sure it's him." She said, leaning against the wall. "We kind of ran out before we checked. Our room is trashed worse than our dressing room was." Dakota groaned, leaning her head against Adam's shoulder.
There was a soft rapping on the door, and Jeff popped his head in. "What's that sme. What happened?" he asked, seeing both girls' faces. "Someone got into their room." Adam replied, stroking Dakota's hair. She sobbed softly into Adam's bare chest, AJ had fallen to the floor and now starred at the wall, not seeing it. Jeff sat beside AJ, slipping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing gently.
"I think we should call the cops and check it out." Adam said softly, while Jeff nodded in agreement. Adam reached over and picked up the hotel's phone, quickly dialing the local emergency number. Jeff pulled AJ to her feet and walked her out the door, Dakota behind them.
Adam ran after them down the hall, catching up and slipping his arm around Dakota. Jeff pushed their door open, and the reek was like a gust of wind, sending them reeling backwards to the opposite wall. "Shit! Damn that reeks." Jeff exclaimed, his eyes watering at the foul stench. Adam peeked his head in the doorway, and turned the light on again.
He turned his head away with a gasp, his hand covered in blood from the wall, his handprint added to the wall. Dakota blinked, her blue gray eyes were very red as she looked in the door. Jeff, regaining his composure, walked in after Dakota, towards the table in the middle of the room. Adam and AJ were at his heels, and Adam tried the bathroom door again.
Jeff looked around, appalled at the bloody message on the walls. Shaking, pale hand of Dakota touched the sheets, and with a quick jerk the stained clothes fell away from the table. The air was even fouler than before, and Dakota fell backwards upon viewing the decapitated head starring back at them. AJ and Dakota ran back out into the hall, while Adam and Jeff starred in horror at the head of D'Von Dudley.
"Oh shit.." Adam gasped, then he was forced out into the hall with the two females. Jeff followed, slamming the door shut after him. "I don't wanna know where the rest of him is." Adam nodded in agreement, his arms already around Dakota.
://Co-Written by Darcie and Andrea
://Published 08-24-2002
://Warnings: R for Language, situations involving excessive alcohol abuse, gore, murder.
://Disclaimer: The subject of the following is pure fiction, and those mentioned either belongs to World Wrestling Entertainment and its associates, or myself and the other author of this short story of betrayal, murder and jealousy. Rated R for language and objectionable content.
://Chapter Six: We Found D'Von. Or, Parts of Him.
Steph shook her head as the police and investigators scowered the dressing room. "Great, just great. One of our announcers is dead and two of our talents are missing." She muttered to know one, walking down the hall. Dakota and AJ shook at the thought. Adam slipped his arms around Dakota and rested his chin on her shoulder. "What if this happens to D'Von and Rico?" AJ said, shakily standing next to Jeff. "Screw that! What if something happens to someone else?" Dakota retorted, casting an uneasy look towards the entrance.
"What if something happens to you two?" Jeff asked, putting his arm around AJ's shoulders reassuringly. The police had cut Tazz' body down and they proceeded to carry him out in a body bag. AJ shuddered as the black mass was taken past them, Dakota turned her eyes away. Jeff released AJ's shoulders and walked over to Stephanie McMahon.
"What about the show? Are you going to cancel it?" he asked, watching genitors and other people scurry about, cleaning up the blood and blocking off the area. Steph flipped out a cell phone and proceeded to dial a number, holding up her hand to Jeff. He waited impatiently, while Adam started talking with one of the detectives.
After two minutes and a heated argument, Jeff and Stephanie walked over to the group. "The show is about to start and everyone's already here. We have two choices; continue with whom ever still can fight or cancel the show." She looked between Dakota and AJ. "I am really sorry about this. I don't know how anyone could have gotten past security, especially with .. well. that." Stephanie motioned to the body bag, which was being wheeled out the entrance.
"Its not your fault, I feel really bad for his family. no one should have to have that happen to them." Dakota said, refusing to look after the mass. "Very true. I suppose Ill have to tell the audience about what's happened back here. In the mean time, just stay away from this area and try not to think about it." Steph squeezed AJ's shoulders, then walked off down the hall.
"Do you really think this could be aimed at us?" AJ whispered to Dakota, walked after Stephanie. "I don't know, I don't really want to think about it. I guess we'll just have to see."
-Later that Night-
Dakota stumbled after AJ down the hall towards their room. Stifling a yawn, AJ fiddled with the card key before the door finally opened, and the stench that awaited them wafted out into the hall, causing both females to gag uncontrollably. AJ struggled to find the light switch, and after hitting it she pulled away a bloodied hand. "Oh shit, I'm gonna be sick." She said, hand over her mouth for the second time that night. Dakota paled even more as she ventured into the crimson stained room.
The white wash walls were covered in blood, and a table had been pulled into the middle of the room. The beds were smeared with life juice, and the sheets had been piled over something on the table. AJ followed, and found she couldn't open the bathroom door. 'The blood of a priest is on your hands. Soon your blood with be on ours' was written across each and every wall in blood.
AJ turned and ran into the hall, Dakota stumbling after her, closing the door. After a few minutes, they managed to rise to their feet and walk down the hall. Dakota pounded on Adams door, leaning against the frame for support. AJ had fallen to her knees again, gagging as the foul reek lingered down the hall.
Adam swung the door open, blinking through sleep-dazed eyes. "Kota, AJ.. what's wrong?" he asked, turning on a light. Dakota blinked, while AJ whistled slightly. "Adam, put something on." Dakota said, stumbling into his room with AJ on her heels. Adam blushed slightly and pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers.
"What's up?" he said, watching AJ claim his bathroom and Dakota sink onto his bed. Retching sounds emanated from the bathroom, and Dakota starred at the ceiling absently, breathing heavily and looking paler than normal. "I think we may have found D'Von.." Adam sat down beside her, gazing down at her concernedly.
"Where?" he asked, dreading the answer. AJ emerged from his bathroom, looking slightly green. "In our room.. At least. We're pretty sure it's him." She said, leaning against the wall. "We kind of ran out before we checked. Our room is trashed worse than our dressing room was." Dakota groaned, leaning her head against Adam's shoulder.
There was a soft rapping on the door, and Jeff popped his head in. "What's that sme. What happened?" he asked, seeing both girls' faces. "Someone got into their room." Adam replied, stroking Dakota's hair. She sobbed softly into Adam's bare chest, AJ had fallen to the floor and now starred at the wall, not seeing it. Jeff sat beside AJ, slipping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing gently.
"I think we should call the cops and check it out." Adam said softly, while Jeff nodded in agreement. Adam reached over and picked up the hotel's phone, quickly dialing the local emergency number. Jeff pulled AJ to her feet and walked her out the door, Dakota behind them.
Adam ran after them down the hall, catching up and slipping his arm around Dakota. Jeff pushed their door open, and the reek was like a gust of wind, sending them reeling backwards to the opposite wall. "Shit! Damn that reeks." Jeff exclaimed, his eyes watering at the foul stench. Adam peeked his head in the doorway, and turned the light on again.
He turned his head away with a gasp, his hand covered in blood from the wall, his handprint added to the wall. Dakota blinked, her blue gray eyes were very red as she looked in the door. Jeff, regaining his composure, walked in after Dakota, towards the table in the middle of the room. Adam and AJ were at his heels, and Adam tried the bathroom door again.
Jeff looked around, appalled at the bloody message on the walls. Shaking, pale hand of Dakota touched the sheets, and with a quick jerk the stained clothes fell away from the table. The air was even fouler than before, and Dakota fell backwards upon viewing the decapitated head starring back at them. AJ and Dakota ran back out into the hall, while Adam and Jeff starred in horror at the head of D'Von Dudley.
"Oh shit.." Adam gasped, then he was forced out into the hall with the two females. Jeff followed, slamming the door shut after him. "I don't wanna know where the rest of him is." Adam nodded in agreement, his arms already around Dakota.