://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 Eleven: Escape Attempt Number One=Failed.
AJ sighed, as gaze remained on the door, she sitting, unblinking yet still holding onto Jeff. Jeff shook his head and waved a hand in front of AJ's face, she still remaining unblinking, unmoving. Jeff sighed, then jabbed her in the side, AJ jumping back to reality. "What the hell Kota?" Her usual question was given, when poked for it was usually Dakota who had done it. Though at seeing Jeff, she sighed. "Sorry, sorry.. I mean, what the hell Jeff?" Jeff shook his head. "You were freaking me out" AJ whimpered, as Jeff pried himself from her grasp and moved away from the three corpses. AJ whimpered again and crawled over to Jeff, he graciously accepting her with open arms.
Adam sighed heavily, yet wrapped his arms around Dakota. "I was worried." Though upon remembering Jeff was there also, he corrected his sentence. "We were worried." Dakota forced a small smile, yet clung to Adam like a small child, head still buried as he gently stroked her hair.
Dakota sighed heavily, a few silent tears streaming down her face. Lifting her head she looked around. "We just can't sit forever." Jeff shrugged, and rested his cheek atop AJ's head. "I dunno about you, but I'm not exactly hating this"
Adam lifted an arm from Dakota and smacked Jeff. "Shut-up! Yeah so, we may not be complaining, but Dakota's right, we just can't sit here." AJ sighed heavily. "This sucks fuckin' major wang." Dakota shook her head at the comment, and lifted herself away from Adam, looking around the room.
Neither Jeff nor AJ bothered to move off the floor, yet they did look around the room. Still being exceptionally quiet, AJ pointed to the ceiling. Adam, Dakota and Jeff all looked up, to what AJ was pointed to. Dakota nodded. "Yes!" It was nothing more than a simple grate for ventilation, yet would do the trick for escape. "We need to get up there." Adam finally said, looking around the dank room.
Dakota sighed, yet gave a nod, once again searching around the room. A few crates caught her attention, and she moved to shove them beneath the grate. Adam gave a nod of approval, then stood on them. "Alright Kota, I'll boost you up." Dakota sighed yet stepped into the cupped hands of Adam, being raised towards the ceiling. Slender arms reached up in attempts to move the grate, yet at the sound of the door unlocking, Adam startled fell backwards, Dakota falling on top of him with a loud 'oof'.
AJ's weary hazel gaze shifted to the door as it opened, yet let out a relieved sigh to see it was a janitor of WWE New York. Jeff slowly released AJ from his grip and got up slowly, stepping over the bodies of Nidia and Gaylord to the bottom stair. AJ on the other hand crawled over to Adam and Dakota.
Dakota groaned, and looked at AJ then the door, sigh let out once again. She looked to Adam, of who she was still on top of, and checked his pulse, relieved to find he still alive, just knocked out.
The Janitor looked around the room, pale faced and slack-jawed. "Holy shit, what happened in here?"
://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 Eleven: Escape Attempt Number One=Failed.
AJ sighed, as gaze remained on the door, she sitting, unblinking yet still holding onto Jeff. Jeff shook his head and waved a hand in front of AJ's face, she still remaining unblinking, unmoving. Jeff sighed, then jabbed her in the side, AJ jumping back to reality. "What the hell Kota?" Her usual question was given, when poked for it was usually Dakota who had done it. Though at seeing Jeff, she sighed. "Sorry, sorry.. I mean, what the hell Jeff?" Jeff shook his head. "You were freaking me out" AJ whimpered, as Jeff pried himself from her grasp and moved away from the three corpses. AJ whimpered again and crawled over to Jeff, he graciously accepting her with open arms.
Adam sighed heavily, yet wrapped his arms around Dakota. "I was worried." Though upon remembering Jeff was there also, he corrected his sentence. "We were worried." Dakota forced a small smile, yet clung to Adam like a small child, head still buried as he gently stroked her hair.
Dakota sighed heavily, a few silent tears streaming down her face. Lifting her head she looked around. "We just can't sit forever." Jeff shrugged, and rested his cheek atop AJ's head. "I dunno about you, but I'm not exactly hating this"
Adam lifted an arm from Dakota and smacked Jeff. "Shut-up! Yeah so, we may not be complaining, but Dakota's right, we just can't sit here." AJ sighed heavily. "This sucks fuckin' major wang." Dakota shook her head at the comment, and lifted herself away from Adam, looking around the room.
Neither Jeff nor AJ bothered to move off the floor, yet they did look around the room. Still being exceptionally quiet, AJ pointed to the ceiling. Adam, Dakota and Jeff all looked up, to what AJ was pointed to. Dakota nodded. "Yes!" It was nothing more than a simple grate for ventilation, yet would do the trick for escape. "We need to get up there." Adam finally said, looking around the dank room.
Dakota sighed, yet gave a nod, once again searching around the room. A few crates caught her attention, and she moved to shove them beneath the grate. Adam gave a nod of approval, then stood on them. "Alright Kota, I'll boost you up." Dakota sighed yet stepped into the cupped hands of Adam, being raised towards the ceiling. Slender arms reached up in attempts to move the grate, yet at the sound of the door unlocking, Adam startled fell backwards, Dakota falling on top of him with a loud 'oof'.
AJ's weary hazel gaze shifted to the door as it opened, yet let out a relieved sigh to see it was a janitor of WWE New York. Jeff slowly released AJ from his grip and got up slowly, stepping over the bodies of Nidia and Gaylord to the bottom stair. AJ on the other hand crawled over to Adam and Dakota.
Dakota groaned, and looked at AJ then the door, sigh let out once again. She looked to Adam, of who she was still on top of, and checked his pulse, relieved to find he still alive, just knocked out.
The Janitor looked around the room, pale faced and slack-jawed. "Holy shit, what happened in here?"