://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 Twelve: Sorry Bob
"Just get us out of here." Dakota said, trying to wake Adam up. The janitor nodded and turned, the door was blocked by another being. The crazed Jessica stood there, butcher knife in hand. Her beautiful face was twisted up with an evil rage no human could possess. With a shriek, she plunged the knife into the innocent janitor, who fell to the bottom of the stairs. Screaming again, she turned and slammed the door shut once again.
Dakota screamed herself, and AJ hung her head. So many times that door had slammed and left them in utter darkness, little hope was left. Dakota cast herself across Adam's unconscious body, and sobbed into his chest. Jeff pulled AJ closer to him, rubbing her back gently.
-An hour Later-
Adam groaned, feeling a lightweight across his chest. Opening his eyes, he smiled slightly despite himself, seeing Dakota asleep. He stroked her hair, and looked around the room again. He could see the forms of AJ and Jeff, clinging to each other in their sleep.
"Kota, sweetie, wake up Hun." Adam whispered gently, shaking the fem' slightly. Dakota mumbled something into his chest, and he smiled again. "Wake up Dakota." Blue gray eyes fluttered open, and she blinked. "Wha?" came a soft inquiry as she sat up. Adam sat up, and drew her into his arms as she gasped and almost screamed again.
Pain shot through her wrist, which AJ had managed to set slightly. Burying her head into Adam's chest, she bit her lip until it bled, fighting back tears of pain. Adam stroked her hair gently and held her until the pain faded.
AJ groaned and lifted her head, gazing at the now awake Adam. Jeff had set her ankle to the best possible, but it still hurt. She poked Jeff in the ribs, and crawled over to Adam and Dakota, Jeff following groggily. "How are we going to get out of here?" She asked, glancing at the dead janitor and locked door.
Dakota looked up, swearing softly. "I can't climb to easily with this wrist, and neither can AJ. Someone could go for help?" Dakota offered half heartedly, sinking her head into one hand. Adam folded his arms around her again, resting his chin on her head.
"I'm not leaving." Jeff said firmly, and Adam nodded in agreement. AJ sighed, shaking her head. "You're both asses." She whispered into Jeff's chest. Jeff glanced over at Adam. "We could always try to ambush Jessica when she comes back." Dakota shook her head. "She's not coming back. She's not going to come near here again unless someone tries to get in, and she'll make damn sure that no one does that." Adam sighed.
"Well, only one choice then. We must go up." Adam pulled Dakota to her feet, and helped Jeff up as well. Jeff, in turn, pulled AJ up and slipped an arm around her waist, allowing her to lean against him and off her injured ankle.
Adam looked up at the vent, and then cupped his hands for Dakota to go up. She obliged and stepped into his hands, and was lifted up to the vent. Pushing with one hand, the mesh slid away and she gripped the side. Using Adam's hands, she jumped and pulled herself up, barely managing. "AJ, you're next." Adam said, and Jeff made AJ climb up Adam. Dakota gripped the other female's wrist and pulled her up, until both had collapsed in the dark, filthy vent.
Adam sighed, and motioned for Jeff to go next. Jeff climbed up and reached down a hand for Adam. Adam gripped the hand and jumped up as far as he could, grabbing the side with his other hand and climbing into the vent. "Well. now what?"
://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 Twelve: Sorry Bob
"Just get us out of here." Dakota said, trying to wake Adam up. The janitor nodded and turned, the door was blocked by another being. The crazed Jessica stood there, butcher knife in hand. Her beautiful face was twisted up with an evil rage no human could possess. With a shriek, she plunged the knife into the innocent janitor, who fell to the bottom of the stairs. Screaming again, she turned and slammed the door shut once again.
Dakota screamed herself, and AJ hung her head. So many times that door had slammed and left them in utter darkness, little hope was left. Dakota cast herself across Adam's unconscious body, and sobbed into his chest. Jeff pulled AJ closer to him, rubbing her back gently.
-An hour Later-
Adam groaned, feeling a lightweight across his chest. Opening his eyes, he smiled slightly despite himself, seeing Dakota asleep. He stroked her hair, and looked around the room again. He could see the forms of AJ and Jeff, clinging to each other in their sleep.
"Kota, sweetie, wake up Hun." Adam whispered gently, shaking the fem' slightly. Dakota mumbled something into his chest, and he smiled again. "Wake up Dakota." Blue gray eyes fluttered open, and she blinked. "Wha?" came a soft inquiry as she sat up. Adam sat up, and drew her into his arms as she gasped and almost screamed again.
Pain shot through her wrist, which AJ had managed to set slightly. Burying her head into Adam's chest, she bit her lip until it bled, fighting back tears of pain. Adam stroked her hair gently and held her until the pain faded.
AJ groaned and lifted her head, gazing at the now awake Adam. Jeff had set her ankle to the best possible, but it still hurt. She poked Jeff in the ribs, and crawled over to Adam and Dakota, Jeff following groggily. "How are we going to get out of here?" She asked, glancing at the dead janitor and locked door.
Dakota looked up, swearing softly. "I can't climb to easily with this wrist, and neither can AJ. Someone could go for help?" Dakota offered half heartedly, sinking her head into one hand. Adam folded his arms around her again, resting his chin on her head.
"I'm not leaving." Jeff said firmly, and Adam nodded in agreement. AJ sighed, shaking her head. "You're both asses." She whispered into Jeff's chest. Jeff glanced over at Adam. "We could always try to ambush Jessica when she comes back." Dakota shook her head. "She's not coming back. She's not going to come near here again unless someone tries to get in, and she'll make damn sure that no one does that." Adam sighed.
"Well, only one choice then. We must go up." Adam pulled Dakota to her feet, and helped Jeff up as well. Jeff, in turn, pulled AJ up and slipped an arm around her waist, allowing her to lean against him and off her injured ankle.
Adam looked up at the vent, and then cupped his hands for Dakota to go up. She obliged and stepped into his hands, and was lifted up to the vent. Pushing with one hand, the mesh slid away and she gripped the side. Using Adam's hands, she jumped and pulled herself up, barely managing. "AJ, you're next." Adam said, and Jeff made AJ climb up Adam. Dakota gripped the other female's wrist and pulled her up, until both had collapsed in the dark, filthy vent.
Adam sighed, and motioned for Jeff to go next. Jeff climbed up and reached down a hand for Adam. Adam gripped the hand and jumped up as far as he could, grabbing the side with his other hand and climbing into the vent. "Well. now what?"