://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 Ten: Hurrah for Mr. Pipe!
AJ swore, as she was startled from a light slumber, the carcasses of one Anthony Gaylord now lying beside the corpse of Nidia. Dakota was missing; as was the metal pipe she had taken a liking to. Noble stood at the top of the stairs, the door closed behind him. AJ glared up at him, careful not to let her eyes wander to where Dakota lay her ambush. "Where's your little friend?" Noble hissed down at AJ. She simply shrugged and cast her eyes down.
Dakota lunged at Noble, pipe in hand. Jamie yelled and fell down the stairs, both beginning and ending in a sickening crack and thud. Dakota glared down at the dead man, the pipe clenched in bloodless hand. AJ crawled over to Jamie, checking for a pulse. Grimly she looked up at Dakota. "He's dead.. Kota. You just killed a man."
"Well, it's better him than us! Jessica would have killed him anyways, look at what she did to Gaylord!" Dakota retorted, springing down the stairs. She hugged the metal pipe, and then handed it to AJ, as she lay flat, trying not to flex her broken wrist. "I love you Mr. Pipe." AJ said softly, hugging the pipe then glancing over at Dakota. "Kota? You gonna be ok?" Dakota simply nodded in reply.
Jeff and Adam walked towards the door, which Noble had just gone through. They hastened their pace when they heard the scream. Jeff now had his ear pressed against the old wooden door, while Adam watched for Jessica.
Dakota sat up as the doorknob began to rattle. AJ cast the pipe aside, wincing at the clatter it made. Dakota had risen and was pulling the body of Jamie Noble into the darkest corner when the door burst open. Dakota fell to her knees at the two figures standing in the doorframe.
Adam and Jeff looked down the stairs at AJ, barely able to move upon seeing the dead Nidia and Anthony. "Oh god." Jeff whispered, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dank room. Adam jumped down the flight of stairs, kneeling beside AJ. Jeff stumbled down after, falling to his knees beside AJ. "Where's Dakota?" Adam asked worriedly. AJ could only point, and then clung to Jeff. Adam ran over to Dakota, pulling her into his arms tightly.
"Well, well, well. if it isn't Adam Copeland and Jeffrey Hardy." Said a smirking Jessica from atop the stairs. "Glad you two little whores have found someone to rot away with." With that, Jessica slammed the door shut. They could hear the sound of it locking. Dakota buried her head in Adam's chest. "Why the hell did you have to come?"
://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 Ten: Hurrah for Mr. Pipe!
AJ swore, as she was startled from a light slumber, the carcasses of one Anthony Gaylord now lying beside the corpse of Nidia. Dakota was missing; as was the metal pipe she had taken a liking to. Noble stood at the top of the stairs, the door closed behind him. AJ glared up at him, careful not to let her eyes wander to where Dakota lay her ambush. "Where's your little friend?" Noble hissed down at AJ. She simply shrugged and cast her eyes down.
Dakota lunged at Noble, pipe in hand. Jamie yelled and fell down the stairs, both beginning and ending in a sickening crack and thud. Dakota glared down at the dead man, the pipe clenched in bloodless hand. AJ crawled over to Jamie, checking for a pulse. Grimly she looked up at Dakota. "He's dead.. Kota. You just killed a man."
"Well, it's better him than us! Jessica would have killed him anyways, look at what she did to Gaylord!" Dakota retorted, springing down the stairs. She hugged the metal pipe, and then handed it to AJ, as she lay flat, trying not to flex her broken wrist. "I love you Mr. Pipe." AJ said softly, hugging the pipe then glancing over at Dakota. "Kota? You gonna be ok?" Dakota simply nodded in reply.
Jeff and Adam walked towards the door, which Noble had just gone through. They hastened their pace when they heard the scream. Jeff now had his ear pressed against the old wooden door, while Adam watched for Jessica.
Dakota sat up as the doorknob began to rattle. AJ cast the pipe aside, wincing at the clatter it made. Dakota had risen and was pulling the body of Jamie Noble into the darkest corner when the door burst open. Dakota fell to her knees at the two figures standing in the doorframe.
Adam and Jeff looked down the stairs at AJ, barely able to move upon seeing the dead Nidia and Anthony. "Oh god." Jeff whispered, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dank room. Adam jumped down the flight of stairs, kneeling beside AJ. Jeff stumbled down after, falling to his knees beside AJ. "Where's Dakota?" Adam asked worriedly. AJ could only point, and then clung to Jeff. Adam ran over to Dakota, pulling her into his arms tightly.
"Well, well, well. if it isn't Adam Copeland and Jeffrey Hardy." Said a smirking Jessica from atop the stairs. "Glad you two little whores have found someone to rot away with." With that, Jessica slammed the door shut. They could hear the sound of it locking. Dakota buried her head in Adam's chest. "Why the hell did you have to come?"