*Disclaimer* I do not own Amy or Raven, however much I want Raven. ; ) Anyways, don't sue me or I'll hurt something. :P Review please! : )
Maybe he should've felt bad watching Amy labor for breath. At least she didn't have a cold he thought in a moment of humor. The gag was almost choking her, but he didn't want her to die, not yet, maybe not ever. He didn't sleep, he simply watched her as fatigue replaced her fear and her eyes slowly closed.
Maybe, if he hadn't been so warped… so… fucked, he could've been with someone like her. She was pretty, without the make up and the clothes. But he wasn't, so there was no point of wishing. No point of even thinking of what could have been.
Raven sat on the floor, contemplating. He needed clothes… people would find the other kill soon, if not already. He didn't want her blood on his body anymore. His still lingered, the smell, the taste… he could see it all happen again and a smile appeared on his face.
He got up and walked to the shower, stripping off his dingy clothing and walked underneath the scalding hot water. Dead flesh fell to the bottom in heavy clumps as he scrubbed himself. It felt… strange, to feel clean… but only for a moment. He could only hope to change himself so much.
As he stepped out the shower, a cold blast hit his naked body and he grabbed a towel to walk out and check on Amy. He turned the light on, and her eyes were still closed, either sleeping or faking.
He turned to the bathroom again, pulling on the dingy pants, leaving off his shirt. He would wait until she woke up and then he would begin.
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Amy woke up with a blinding headache and a fear of death. She started to choke of the makeshift gag until she felt a freezing cold hand untie it from the back. Her eyes met with his and fear found itself nestled in the pit of her stomach. "I…" she didn't know what she wanted to say, but it came out to, "my parents will be looking for me."
He shrugged. "I would guess my parents have been looking for me for years. They never found me, did they?"
"I guess not…" She quieted and looked to her arms. "Can you untie me now… Raven?" She tried out his name and supposed it rolled nicely on her tongue.
His hands touched her wrists but he pulled them back quickly, unnerved by the warmth of her flesh and the heat that burned his fingers. He touched her again, the pain not as bad and moved to untie both of her arms, dark purple bruises on her wrists. He looked down at his own. They weren't even purple, they were black from the years chained to the wall. He vaguely wondered if he even had blood in his hands.
He watched her sit on the bed, her hair a mess of tangles. Her clothes had ridden up during her sleep, but it didn't affect in the least. "I need clothes."
"Me too." Looking down at herself, she tugged the halter and covered her legs with her hands.
He followed her outside to her car and sat inside, waiting for her to check out. She wouldn't leave, he knew that; she needed her car to get anywhere away from him because he would find her. Even in his mind, betrayal was beyond murder.
She got into the car and looked at him. "I guess you can't tell me what size you are, huh?" She sighed for a second. Okay, well, look… I got a jacket in the back… you put it on and we'll go to a store and get you a pair of pants… right?"
He nodded.
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After clothing, Amy had found something decent to wear and they drove on, ending up somewhere in the middle of Tennessee. They stayed at another hotel, her being tied up with phone cords and gagged with a pillowcase.
Raven sat, as always, on the other bed, watching and waiting for something to come to him. And then… it did. Out of the window he saw a gym advertising pro-wrestling. It could work… he would make it work.
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10 years later
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Raven… acclaimed WWE superstar. Oh how the tables have changed he thought as he sat backstage. No one knew… except his Amy, or Lita as she preferred now. He watched her with her "boyfriend." He didn't know if she actually loved him or if Amy could love anymore. She had been stuck with him for ten years, and now, she would never leave.
Raven liked the show he could put on, to hide the rest. But still… his arms, his wrists. The bruises… how they never seemed to leave. The constant reminder of who he was and what he wanted. His hands, the cold… another reminder. People wondered about him… and they should. People loved him, and the should. But people should fear him, and he will make him.
"Amy."
Amy looked back at Raven, a nervous smile on her face. "Hello, Raven… I was just talking to Matt."
"I see."
"I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
He nodded and walked a bit away, then stood, listening.
"Why the hell do you talk to that freak, Amy?"
"Matt, just leave it alone. Don't worry about it…. Raven's my friend, okay?"
Matt looked at him in disgust. "He probably just wants to fuck you."
"Raven isn't like that, Matt."
"Oh so he wants me?"
She bent her arm back and watched it crack against his cheek. "Fuck you Matt. Stay the hell away from me. I'm tired of you complaining about who I talk to. I don't need you!" She walked down the hall and caught up to Raven. "Raven, are you okay?"
He turned to her, watching her eyes look at him, almost softly… as if she cared. He laughed. "Yes… quite." A devious smile appeared on his face. Yes… he would be fine very soon.
A/N: I like this story. So should you… soooo REVIEW! This is for Gwen because I think she would like it. :P -Saph