Choices
Author: Kamikazee Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13, for some swearing and some hard to describe content Series/Sequel: Fourth and final part in the Three's a Crowd series. Warnings: Swearing, infidelity, angst, Hunter being an ass Category: WWE Spoilers: Let's see, Lita is returned in this fic. I'm also using the real- life wedding of Paul Levesque (HHH) and Stephanie McMahon, but I'm using wrestling names. Archive: HLA, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net, Inspired by Song. If you want it, please e-mail me the URL. Summary: An affair comes to an end. First person POV Author's Notes: Fourth and final part of the Three's a Crowd, sequel to It's Over, Need, and Lonely. Notes 2: The song used is One Last Breath by Creed Notes 3: I'm going to try to get the last part out in the next couple of days, muses permitting. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or storylines created by the WWE, nor is this a reflection on the real life people who portray them. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction. The song 'One Last Breath' by Creed is used without permission of the band.
//Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say//
Choices, choices.
I'm standing here, looking at all these people, and I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying so hard to be happy that everything is finally coming together. All my hard-made plans are coming to a peak and I'm about to ensure that I stay on top for as long as I want.
The only thing I can think about is her. Not the woman I'm about to marry, the powerful, beautiful ticket to my continuing success, but the little mistake I made in the form of a red-haired hellcat. She won't stop invading my mind, covering my sense, even on a day as important as this.
The last guests are pouring in and I know the ceremony's about to start. I should feel wonderful, but there's this pain inside my heart. She's not here. She sent her RSVP, but she wasn't here. Was she just messing with me? Was she beating me at my own game?
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down//
Choices, choices.
As the music starts to play, all I can think about is whether or not I'm doing the right thing. Marrying Stephanie is just another calculated step in the game of chess that is my life. I know what this move will do, and I know how the rest of the game will play out.
Lita is something totally unexpected; she's a chance that's popped into my life, a risk that's being offered to me. I can choose her, and jump off the proverbial cliff. I don't know what's at the bottom, or even if I'll survive the fall.
My bride is walking down the aisle, arm linked with that of her father, one Vincent Kennedy McMahon. It's scary to think that I'm going to be a part of that family. Do I even want to get involved with this? This is definitely not the time to be having second thoughts.
Choices, choices.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say//
Choices, choices. She's here now. Vince is giving me her arm and walking to the bench and I'm turning towards the priest. God, what am I going to do? This is fucking insane. Looking into Stephanie's eyes, I see the same calculating look that's so often in my own.
She's just like me. Manipulating, conniving, with her own agenda that I no nothing about. I can't help but compare her with Lita. I also can't help the fact that Lita has her beat in every category that means anything.
The priest starts to speak, and I take a deep breath. I can go through with this. This is what I've wanted all along. Who cares about Lita? She's just some nobody who's going nowhere, anyway. I can do this. I'm the Game, and I don't lose.
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down//
Choices, choices.
The priest is getting to the 'speak now or forever hold your piece' bit of the show. Biting my tongue, I don't allow myself to speak out, can't allow myself to speak out. There are so many things that I want to say that I can taste the blood in my mouth.
That's when the door creaked open. As one, every face in the church turned to the door, looking to see who would interrupt at this of all places. I'm as surprised as everyone else when I see her. She stands there, an innocent look on her face, and a small, apologetic smile on her lips.
"Sorry," Lita said, heading towards the nearest bench, "Don't mind me." As she sat down, everyone gave a sigh of relief, and my heart plummeted. Seeing the look in the diva's eyes, I knew that she had passed the ball to me. She wasn't going to interfere.
Choices, choices.
//Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me//
Choices, choices.
The ceremony continued without interruption, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that couldn't help but drift to the redhead sitting quietly at the back of the room. She hadn't said a thing since she had entered, just watching with those wide hazel eyes.
Damnit, it wasn't supposed to end like this. I was supposed to be the cocky bastard who got the best of both worlds, not the conscious man who had to make a choice between two women. I tried in vain to clear my mind and pay attention to the ceremony.
It's getting to the end now. I'm running low on time. What to do? There's no clear answer, and for once I have no idea what choice is best for me. Looking once again between the two women, I have to make a decision. Let's hope it's the right one.
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking//
"Hunter Helmsley, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife.?"
Choices, choices.
The End (4/4)
Yes, I am a complete ass for ending it this way, aren't I? It's sad, because I planned to end it this way from the start.
Author: Kamikazee Email: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Rating: PG-13, for some swearing and some hard to describe content Series/Sequel: Fourth and final part in the Three's a Crowd series. Warnings: Swearing, infidelity, angst, Hunter being an ass Category: WWE Spoilers: Let's see, Lita is returned in this fic. I'm also using the real- life wedding of Paul Levesque (HHH) and Stephanie McMahon, but I'm using wrestling names. Archive: HLA, Personal Space, Fanfiction.net, Inspired by Song. If you want it, please e-mail me the URL. Summary: An affair comes to an end. First person POV Author's Notes: Fourth and final part of the Three's a Crowd, sequel to It's Over, Need, and Lonely. Notes 2: The song used is One Last Breath by Creed Notes 3: I'm going to try to get the last part out in the next couple of days, muses permitting. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or storylines created by the WWE, nor is this a reflection on the real life people who portray them. This is simply a piece of non-profit fiction. The song 'One Last Breath' by Creed is used without permission of the band.
//Please come now I think I'm falling
I'm holding to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I'm trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say//
Choices, choices.
I'm standing here, looking at all these people, and I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying so hard to be happy that everything is finally coming together. All my hard-made plans are coming to a peak and I'm about to ensure that I stay on top for as long as I want.
The only thing I can think about is her. Not the woman I'm about to marry, the powerful, beautiful ticket to my continuing success, but the little mistake I made in the form of a red-haired hellcat. She won't stop invading my mind, covering my sense, even on a day as important as this.
The last guests are pouring in and I know the ceremony's about to start. I should feel wonderful, but there's this pain inside my heart. She's not here. She sent her RSVP, but she wasn't here. Was she just messing with me? Was she beating me at my own game?
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down//
Choices, choices.
As the music starts to play, all I can think about is whether or not I'm doing the right thing. Marrying Stephanie is just another calculated step in the game of chess that is my life. I know what this move will do, and I know how the rest of the game will play out.
Lita is something totally unexpected; she's a chance that's popped into my life, a risk that's being offered to me. I can choose her, and jump off the proverbial cliff. I don't know what's at the bottom, or even if I'll survive the fall.
My bride is walking down the aisle, arm linked with that of her father, one Vincent Kennedy McMahon. It's scary to think that I'm going to be a part of that family. Do I even want to get involved with this? This is definitely not the time to be having second thoughts.
Choices, choices.
I'm looking down now that it's over
Reflecting on all of my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I'm down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say//
Choices, choices. She's here now. Vince is giving me her arm and walking to the bench and I'm turning towards the priest. God, what am I going to do? This is fucking insane. Looking into Stephanie's eyes, I see the same calculating look that's so often in my own.
She's just like me. Manipulating, conniving, with her own agenda that I no nothing about. I can't help but compare her with Lita. I also can't help the fact that Lita has her beat in every category that means anything.
The priest starts to speak, and I take a deep breath. I can go through with this. This is what I've wanted all along. Who cares about Lita? She's just some nobody who's going nowhere, anyway. I can do this. I'm the Game, and I don't lose.
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain't so far down//
Choices, choices.
The priest is getting to the 'speak now or forever hold your piece' bit of the show. Biting my tongue, I don't allow myself to speak out, can't allow myself to speak out. There are so many things that I want to say that I can taste the blood in my mouth.
That's when the door creaked open. As one, every face in the church turned to the door, looking to see who would interrupt at this of all places. I'm as surprised as everyone else when I see her. She stands there, an innocent look on her face, and a small, apologetic smile on her lips.
"Sorry," Lita said, heading towards the nearest bench, "Don't mind me." As she sat down, everyone gave a sigh of relief, and my heart plummeted. Seeing the look in the diva's eyes, I knew that she had passed the ball to me. She wasn't going to interfere.
Choices, choices.
//Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there's something left for me
So please come stay with me
'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me//
Choices, choices.
The ceremony continued without interruption, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that couldn't help but drift to the redhead sitting quietly at the back of the room. She hadn't said a thing since she had entered, just watching with those wide hazel eyes.
Damnit, it wasn't supposed to end like this. I was supposed to be the cocky bastard who got the best of both worlds, not the conscious man who had to make a choice between two women. I tried in vain to clear my mind and pay attention to the ceremony.
It's getting to the end now. I'm running low on time. What to do? There's no clear answer, and for once I have no idea what choice is best for me. Looking once again between the two women, I have to make a decision. Let's hope it's the right one.
Choices, choices.
//Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking//
"Hunter Helmsley, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife.?"
Choices, choices.
The End (4/4)
Yes, I am a complete ass for ending it this way, aren't I? It's sad, because I planned to end it this way from the start.