://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 Fourteen: Paterson and Watts
Adam placed a finger against AJ's neck and felt for a pulse. Breathing a sigh of relief at the faint but steady heartbeat, he moved with dread towards the other female. Upon clearer viewing, the neck of Jessica Deckem was broken. The butcher knife, which had taken many lives, lay embedded in Jessica's back. Adam sighed again, and lifted AJ up, carrying the unconscious female towards the others.
Jeff whimpered at the sight of AJ, but Adam shook his head and smiled. Dakota helped the limping Jeff after Adam down the dully-lit hall. Adam shoved a door open, and walked into a spacious office. He laid AJ on the cough that adorned the room, while Dakota helped Jeff to a chair beside it. Dakota herself sunk to the floor, and buried her head in her hands. Adam picked up the phone, dialing the emergency response number skillfully.
"There's an ambulance on the way, and so are the police. They said to stay where we are and not move AJ again." Adam said after a brief, quiet conversation. He sat down beside Dakota, putting an arm around her slender shoulders. AJ groaned, waking up from her fall. Jeff jumped and tripped over Dakota and Adam, whom had both moved to look at AJ.
"Hmm.. where.. wha?" AJ mumbled incoherently, then hazel eyes opened. Adam smiled down at her, Dakota sighed and fell backwards on to the plush carpet. Jeff sat on the edge of the couch, just looking at AJ. "AJ, oh my god, we thought you were dead!" Jeff managed to gasp, Dakota smiled up at AJ. "Naw, I'm fine. A little achy and dizzy, but I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me, I'ma big girl!" AJ said with a laugh.
"I'm sure we're all glad for that." Adam replied, laughing himself. An evil gleam shone in AJ's hazel eyes, and Jeff let out a yelp as the female tackled him to the floor. Dakota yelled and started poking him, but then turned her attention to Adam, who had tried to pull her off Jeff.
-Later that night-
Police and other investigators hurried here and there, throughout WWE New York. Vince McMahon stood, talking to many of the people that had been in WWE New York and many of the detectives. AJ, Jeff, Dakota and Adam had been taken care of by paramedics, their injuries easily mended on the spot.
The group now lay in a hotel room, about a block from WWE New York courtesy of Vince. Boxes of pizza lay scattered, empty, around the room. Dakota was curled up in a ball on one bed, Adam with an arm around her and watching TV. Jeff lay on the other bed, his leg clad in a thick bandage and propped up on pillows. AJ lay beside him, an ice pack on her head and her ankle properly casted. Dakota's wrist was in a brace, and Adam had his own ice pack on his forehead.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Dakota rolled off the bed to answer it. Standing in the door was Vince and Stephanie, along with two detectives. All had somber faces. Dakota motioned them in and returned to her place beside Adam.
"I hope you're all feeling a little better. This is detective Paterson and Detective Watts, they have some questions to ask and some information that I think might be good to hear." Vince said, pulling up some chairs for the detectives, Stephanie and himself.
"Good day. Firstly, I know you would like to know the names of the deceased, and we would like you to account for the numbers." Said the one called Detective Paterson. Watts nodded, and Dakota shrugged. "All right then, we identified the bodies of two of your fellow wrestlers, Jamie Noble and Nidia." Watts read from a little notebook, AJ nodded.
"Another was an Anthony Gaylord?" Watts cracked a smile at this. They nodded, hiding their own smiles. "And lastly was a janitor, a Mr. Bob Moo from Wisconsin."
AJ raised a slender brow, Dakota buried her head in Adam's chest at hearing the name, smiling. Jeff looked dumbfounded, and Adam slightly shocked. "You're not serious?" Watts nodded. "Someone's name is. erm.. was actually Bob Moo?" AJ and Dakota out right laughed, joined by Stephanie and Vince. The detectives nodded with a smile.
Adam's face suddenly darkened. "What about Jessica?" Watts looked over his notebook, and shook his head. "No.. there was only the four bodies found in the basement storage facility." AJ mumbled something inaudible. "Jessica Deckem? Come on! We all saw her, she was deader than .. Well.. Jeff." Dakota said, smirking sidelong at the multi-color haired male.
"Dakota, Jessica wasn't there." Vince said calmly, in which Dakota replied with a primitive groan. "See was there, we all saw her though." AJ said softly.
://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 Fourteen: Paterson and Watts
Adam placed a finger against AJ's neck and felt for a pulse. Breathing a sigh of relief at the faint but steady heartbeat, he moved with dread towards the other female. Upon clearer viewing, the neck of Jessica Deckem was broken. The butcher knife, which had taken many lives, lay embedded in Jessica's back. Adam sighed again, and lifted AJ up, carrying the unconscious female towards the others.
Jeff whimpered at the sight of AJ, but Adam shook his head and smiled. Dakota helped the limping Jeff after Adam down the dully-lit hall. Adam shoved a door open, and walked into a spacious office. He laid AJ on the cough that adorned the room, while Dakota helped Jeff to a chair beside it. Dakota herself sunk to the floor, and buried her head in her hands. Adam picked up the phone, dialing the emergency response number skillfully.
"There's an ambulance on the way, and so are the police. They said to stay where we are and not move AJ again." Adam said after a brief, quiet conversation. He sat down beside Dakota, putting an arm around her slender shoulders. AJ groaned, waking up from her fall. Jeff jumped and tripped over Dakota and Adam, whom had both moved to look at AJ.
"Hmm.. where.. wha?" AJ mumbled incoherently, then hazel eyes opened. Adam smiled down at her, Dakota sighed and fell backwards on to the plush carpet. Jeff sat on the edge of the couch, just looking at AJ. "AJ, oh my god, we thought you were dead!" Jeff managed to gasp, Dakota smiled up at AJ. "Naw, I'm fine. A little achy and dizzy, but I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me, I'ma big girl!" AJ said with a laugh.
"I'm sure we're all glad for that." Adam replied, laughing himself. An evil gleam shone in AJ's hazel eyes, and Jeff let out a yelp as the female tackled him to the floor. Dakota yelled and started poking him, but then turned her attention to Adam, who had tried to pull her off Jeff.
-Later that night-
Police and other investigators hurried here and there, throughout WWE New York. Vince McMahon stood, talking to many of the people that had been in WWE New York and many of the detectives. AJ, Jeff, Dakota and Adam had been taken care of by paramedics, their injuries easily mended on the spot.
The group now lay in a hotel room, about a block from WWE New York courtesy of Vince. Boxes of pizza lay scattered, empty, around the room. Dakota was curled up in a ball on one bed, Adam with an arm around her and watching TV. Jeff lay on the other bed, his leg clad in a thick bandage and propped up on pillows. AJ lay beside him, an ice pack on her head and her ankle properly casted. Dakota's wrist was in a brace, and Adam had his own ice pack on his forehead.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Dakota rolled off the bed to answer it. Standing in the door was Vince and Stephanie, along with two detectives. All had somber faces. Dakota motioned them in and returned to her place beside Adam.
"I hope you're all feeling a little better. This is detective Paterson and Detective Watts, they have some questions to ask and some information that I think might be good to hear." Vince said, pulling up some chairs for the detectives, Stephanie and himself.
"Good day. Firstly, I know you would like to know the names of the deceased, and we would like you to account for the numbers." Said the one called Detective Paterson. Watts nodded, and Dakota shrugged. "All right then, we identified the bodies of two of your fellow wrestlers, Jamie Noble and Nidia." Watts read from a little notebook, AJ nodded.
"Another was an Anthony Gaylord?" Watts cracked a smile at this. They nodded, hiding their own smiles. "And lastly was a janitor, a Mr. Bob Moo from Wisconsin."
AJ raised a slender brow, Dakota buried her head in Adam's chest at hearing the name, smiling. Jeff looked dumbfounded, and Adam slightly shocked. "You're not serious?" Watts nodded. "Someone's name is. erm.. was actually Bob Moo?" AJ and Dakota out right laughed, joined by Stephanie and Vince. The detectives nodded with a smile.
Adam's face suddenly darkened. "What about Jessica?" Watts looked over his notebook, and shook his head. "No.. there was only the four bodies found in the basement storage facility." AJ mumbled something inaudible. "Jessica Deckem? Come on! We all saw her, she was deader than .. Well.. Jeff." Dakota said, smirking sidelong at the multi-color haired male.
"Dakota, Jessica wasn't there." Vince said calmly, in which Dakota replied with a primitive groan. "See was there, we all saw her though." AJ said softly.