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Molly stopped. An involuntary shiver worked its way down her spine. She hated it when that happened. It meant that something wasn't right. She looked around. Nothing but thick darkness clouded her vision. It made her safe but it blinded her to life's obvious features. She couldn't see what had made her react in that way. It was curious. Something had made her stop and shiver. She didn't scare easily. Being brought up in the Holly family did that to a person.

It wasn't that it had been bad. It was just..tough. Yes, tough was the word. Everyone was expected to work-out, be in good shape and do what they were supposed to do. In Molly's case, it meant help around the huge family house in Alabama. The men and the women worked in different very separate areas, very traditional. But because she was so strong, the men let Molly join in with their work. Instead of cooking or cleaning, she mended fences, chopped wood and did repair work as well. She also lifted weights in the gym with the men. Her existence was a cage with an occasionally open door. More than anything else it was lonely, there was no one else in her family like her. Growing up had been almost unbearable in places because her family had managed to mould her into something she wasn't. But they also equipped her with the tools she needed to succeed in wrestling which she's desperately wanted since laying eyes on wrestling for the first time when she was very young. Her family had made sure she was blonde and perky at all times, seeing the good in everything and behaving beautifully. She was charmingly innocent and a picture perfect lady.

But she wasn't. Back then she'd thought she had been. She believed how her family portrayed her. But all it took was a stint in the Alliance to convince her otherwise. She'd been fighting to find her identity for years; first as the proper Holly cousin, then Spike's first love and then the Hurricane's sidekick. Spike had promised to make her feel safe but his promises had crumbled to dust. They'd been very happy for a long time, she'd thought that he understood her, knew exactly how she felt. He was the misfit in his family too; while everyone else was big, bulky and strong, Spike was small and scrawny, unafraid to risk his body to make up for it. She thought they were the perfect match. But it wasn't enough. She didn't feel completely safe. That only came from the darkness, which he couldn't bear. So she left him. She betrayed every WWF superstar and fan as she jumped to the Alliance. The Hurricane had said he could help her discover her powers and that she could help him fight injustice. She was excited about that. She knew he was lonely, no one treated him with any respect except maybe Lance Storm who had been his tag team partner. So she got herself a costume and began her career as Mighty Molly. It had been ok, fun in places. Hurricane knew how to make her laugh and for a while, she forgot her loneliness and unsure feeling inside and out. He had made her forget and she loved him for it. They were a team and he was a misfit too. But as she spent more time in the business, she realised she wanted more. She wanted gold, to be taken seriously. Not just light lazy fun. So she betrayed him and won the Hardcore title from him at Wrestlemania briefly before Christian won it off her. But she'd made a statement. She'd proved a point. She was as tough as her background, as tough as what she endured.

Molly turned slowly, looking back at the darkness. Someone was watching her. She could feel their eyes crawling over her skin. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Instead it comforted her. Someone was looking at her but they weren't going to hurt her. If that was their intention, they would have made a move long before now. They were there and if they didn't want to reveal themselves then that was fine too. As long as she knew they were there and not to laugh or hurt her, she could cope. She idly wondered who it was. It could be anybody but it was a familiar feeling; they had watched her before. It seemed like they always had. She didn't know who it was. She had a match to get to

She turned back and walked to the locker room, stuffing the feeling deep back inside her mind. Once inside, she began making any final preparations. Last minute stretches, a bit of make-up so that her face wouldn't be washed out on camera, slight clothing adjustments. All the usual diva duties Molly detested but was forced to do before another of the locker room occupants commented on it. The door opened and Ivory walked in, well bounced in more like it. She smiled widely when she saw Molly. Molly frowned inside. She liked Ivory, she was an aggressive ring worker and a great opponent but someone who could never understand Molly and her craving for the darkness.

"Hey Molly" Ivory said cheerfully "ready for the six woman tag?"

"Sure" Molly tried sounding a little upbeat, very unconvincingly "I mean it's my first time on Raw for a while"

"Mine too" Ivory said "Its great to be back in front of the cameras again huh? I mean as well as the fact we're opening the show and it's an all woman thing, if you don't count Theodore Long"

Molly managed a brief smile at the excitable brunette before dropping to the floor to stretch out. Ivory continued chattering, partly to herself and partly to Molly as she began applying her make-up in front of the full- length mirror with expert precision. Her voice rebounded inside Molly's head. She liked silence; it calmed her down completely. But Ivory liked noise; she liked herself to be heard. Molly grimaced at the floor as she stretched. This was her first Raw appearance for a long time, since she'd been relegated to Heat for so long. She wanted it to go well; no she wanted it to go perfectly. She was teaming with Jazz and Victoria, two of the toughest women ever to compete in the WWE and friends of her's. Well they had been before Jazz hooked up with Theodore Long and Rodney Mack and Victoria partnered Steven Richards. Now they were merely people she'd known, people who partly understood her because they'd been through similar situations. They didn't understand how harmful the light had become to Molly, how she craved the darkness now. They were fighting against Trish Stratus, Jacqueline and Ivory. There was no peace.

Not one of the divas understood her. She felt like a stranger in the locker room. They were all there to look good and to do business. They put on great matches and all seemed to have a great time. Molly always felt out of place. Sometimes she missed the times she was with her cousins Hardcore and Crash Holly. They understood her more than most. Hardcore could be very protective, saying that Molly was too pure for the business. He used to make her so mad. But at least they knew her background and what she'd been through. But they didn't know her loneliness or the darkness. Only a few people did and it seemed to Molly that they had all left the WWE. Leaving her to face the light alone.

Molly sighed and without a word, walked out of the locker room. She stood against the wall outside, sighing. She felt buzzing and charged. Ivory always managed to unnerve her. She wanted to go back to the darkness where she go rest and feel safe and at home. She didn't belong in that locker room where the divas fantasised about their next television break or what next marketing opportunity was going to blossom from. Jazz and Victoria had understood that, they knew how frustrated she felt when all she wanted to do was wrestle and prove herself to be worthy of the title. But now Jazz was too busy fighting alongside her new comrades and Victoria, who's been Molly's closest friend, was very distant. She's gone away for a few months and had come back with more than a few precious screws loose. She made Molly feel like even more of an outside when she found a soul mate in Steven Richards.

Molly belonged to the darkness. Where someone watched over her without a word. Again she wondered over the identity of her guardian. People talked about guardian angels who watched from above. Molly wasn't sure herself. A presence was there that calmed her. They made the darkness complete. She was more than a little curious. Then she remembered the time. Abruptly, she shut off all thoughts of discovering the identity of her guardian. She turned and walked to the Gorilla position, to do business. Like she always did.