Chapter 1-Premonitions
The full moon was shining brightly down on the otherwise dark isolated woods. While making her way around an enormous pine tree, Trish Stratus could feel damp leaves underneath her bare feet. Her long blond hair and white silky gown danced with the cool night's breeze. As she examined the unfamiliar surroundings, she became startled by an eerie female voice.
"Trish." The sound echoed throughout the woods.
Reluctantly she proceeded toward the voice unsure of who or what she was looking for.
"Trish I need your help." The voice was loud and pleading.
Fear quickly engulfed her body causing her heart to race.
"Please hurry." The urgency in the phantom voice worried Trish and before she knew it, she was running in its direction. Her vision was blurred and her breathing heavy as she pasted trees and brushwood. Suddenly, the young Canadian blond was stopped in her tracks by the sound of a loud explosion.
"Boom…Boom," reverberated throughout the dark isolated woods. Once Trish regained her composure her hazel eyes transfixed on the peculiar starless night sky.
"Fireworks. Blue and silver fireworks." She mumbled to herself with confusion.
"Over here, behind the trees."
Bewildered Trish slowly walked three feet toward the trees. As she cautiously made her way around them, she noticed two shadowy figures inside a wrestling ring. To her surprise, the two figures were having a match. Compelled to get a closer look, she walked toward ringside. The mysterious figures were featureless; however, Trish could make out that they were female. Looking intently at the women having their match, she couldn't shake the feeling they weren't strangers. That in fact she did know them. Although deep in thought, her eyes were still fixated on the match before her. She watched as the taller of the two women went to slap the other. The shorter woman swiftly blocked the oncoming hand and grabbed the taller woman's arm whipping her into the ropes. Trish's eyes followed the female as she hit the ropes, widening with horror when she saw the ropes collapse causing her to fall backwards. A loud sickening "thud" indicated to Trish that she had landed on the cold, damp ground. Worried, Trish ran to the spot where the woman landed.
"Oh my God." She yelled when she saw the unclear figure lying distorted on the ground.
"Trish I need your help." The voice sounded ghostly and far away yet, Trish knew exactly where it was coming from.
"It's been you calling me all along." She concluded as she kneeled down before the woman. "Listen whatever it is you need I will be more than willing to help. You know I would do anything for my best friend." Tears began to fall down her face as those words flowed out of her mouth.
"Promise…promise."
"What? What do you want me to promise you?"
"When I die, expose the truth. Don't let them get away with my murder."
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"Beep…beep…beep." Sleepily, Trish's hand fumbled with the alarm clock on the nightstand. Once she managed to turn it off, she slowly forced herself to get up. Sitting on the corner of the hotel room bed, she wiped the sleep out of her eyes brushing her cheek with her arm.
"That's strange. Why are my cheeks damp?" She quickly stood up making her way to the bathroom mirror. Staring at her reflection, she first noticed her wild blond hair. She then noticed her blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"Was I crying in my sleep? Wait a second I was crying in my dream. But what happened in it to make me cry like this?" Images of the cold, dark, starless woods vaguely invaded her mind. Confused and lost in thought, Trish walked out of the bathroom and took a seat back on the bed.
Resting her head in her hands she tried hard to remember what caused her to cry in her dream, "what happened…"
"What happened with what?"
Stunned out of her own little world, she turned around and noticed that her boyfriend was awake.
"Good morning Adam." She crawled over to his side of the bed and gently kissed his lips.
"Good morning Babe. What's wrong you look like something is troubling you." Trish once again sat up from the bed grabbing a pillow and placing it on her lap.
"Its just that… well I had this dream that seemed so real and I can't remember any damn details. All I'm sure of is that I was in the woods looking for something or someone. Um… oh and there were fireworks illuminating a starless sky and for some reason I was sad and began to cry. I woke up a little while ago to find that I wasn't only crying in my dream." She buried her head in the pillow with frustration, "I don't know why this is having such an affect on me Adam." She added, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Relax Trish. It was just a dream. Don't stress yourself out over it. Maybe you aren't meant to remember it anyway." He began to rub her back reassuringly. "I have an idea that will take your mind off of this dream."
Trish lifted her head up from the pillow and saw a devilish grin on his handsome face.
"Oh really and what might that be?" She asked innocently, returning a smile.
"How about we have a little fun in the shower." He inched his way closer to her and began to tenderly nuzzle her neck.
"Sounds fun Copeland. Why don't you get the water running and I will meet you in a second." She managed to groan out.
She watched as Adam eagerly made his way to the bathroom.
"What a way to start out the morning." She whispered to herself as she jumped off the bed, still trying to shake the odd feeling that the dream left behind.