I went ahead and wrote this chapter because I knew it would be difficult and very not fun. So, that's why I haven't had a chance to respond to many new reviews on this one. My apologies. However, to Amber, well I should be, it's one of my majors! I'm in my fifth year of it right now, so I've had some practice. To the-one-called-Drew, thanks for the review, and no, it wasn't stupid to forget Rey-Rey was in ECW. Nearly everyone was at some point, including Chris Jericho, Dean Malenko, Chris Benoit, and even Steve Austin. Anyway, here's the next chapter. All I can say is..don't hate me for it. Please?
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Lita was grateful for the darkness of the club. She never felt embarrassed rocking out, but she had trouble feeling cool trying to move smoothly to the hip-hop and rap rhythms pulsing through the dance floor. Fortunately, the crowd surrounding her paid no attention to her awkwardness as she took turns dancing with all the guys. It was particularly relaxing to dance with Rob; he had an animal grace that made it easier for her to follow his lead. Rey was the same way, but she couldn't get over the fact that she was towering over his dance partner. Tommy managed to be both stiff and spastic, Lance did the white man's overbite, Justin didn't see why she was embarrassed when he did the cabbage patch, and Stevie, for whatever odd reason, was trying to tango with her to "Hot in Herre." "Yes," Lita thought, "I can DEFINITELY see why they keep it so dark in these clubs."
Stevie went back to the bar for ANOTHER drink ("May explain the tango," Lita thought), and Lita felt herself pulled from behind toward yet ANOTHER dance partner. His large arms wrapped around her waist, and he ground against her from behind. Between the dark and having her back to him, Lita couldn't guess the identity of the stranger. She mentally shrugged and swayed in motion with her partner. She jerked, startled, when she felt him nuzzling her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin around the collarbone. Lita struggled, and the man's grip tightened.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?"
Lita felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes and blinked them back. "Leave me alone, Hunter."
"No, Lita, you and your little friends better leave ME alone."
He released her violently, almost flinging her forward, and she rubbed the bruising areas where he had clenched her wrists. She turned to see the crowd surrounding him, him disappearing from sight. "Mind games," she tried to reassure herself. "Telling the guys would only get them riled up and help him achieve his purpose." Wiping her eyes, she put a neutral expression on her face and headed back to her friends at the bar.
She arrived to hear Tommy and Justin discussing the Dudleyz' odd absence from their little party.
"You seen the other guys?" Tommy asked.
"Come on, you know them. They're in trouble somewhere. I wouldn't worry about it," Justin replied.
Just then, D-von and Bubba walked up. Lita felt trepidation growing inside her. "Where's Killer?"
The two older brothers looked at each other. "We thought he was with you," D-von answered.
"No, no," Lita shook her head. "I mean, we thought he left the arena after his match..." Bubba was saying.
"No, no, NO!" Lita screamed. A few people sitting farther down the bar and the bartender turned to look at her, but the club was otherwise so loud that her cry went unnoticed beyond their little circle. "Come on," she said, trying to gain control. "We need to go find him, NOW."
"Li, what's going on?" Suddenly, Rob was behind her, his hand on her back. "Did something happen?" he whispered. "Was it Evolution again?"
She felt a sob rising up in her throat, and only nodded. "Really?" he asked, and she nodded again, her face in her hands. "Okay, you heard the boss," Rob said loudly. "Let's get out of here and go find Spike before he gets himself into too much trouble on his own."
Everyone was standing there looking at him. "Let's GO!" he said sharply, and the guys all jumped to their feet and headed for the door.
As they were going towards the cars, Lance saw him first. "Oh sh*t..."
Tommy tried to get in front of Lita and block her from the sight, but he didn't move fast enough. Upon seeing, she screamed in grief and anger.
Spike was in a bloody heap tied down on top of the hood of Lita's rental Explorer. He was half-conscious, and tried to lift his head at the sound of her voice. She sprinted to him, passing even Bubba and D-von in their race to check on him.
"Killer?" she whispered, leaning close to the battered remnants of his face. "Spike?" she sobbed, reaching out with a trembling hand to smooth the blood-soaked hair back from his forehead, barely touching him in fear of aggravating his injuries.
D-von had his head in his arms on the hood of the SUV, crying uncontrollably. Bubba was in a state of shock, but was at least functional, going ahead and untying the rope that held his little brother on top of the car. He soon had him untied and cradled his limp form against his chest.
Lita gladly accepted the arm D-von wrapped around her shoulders, leaning into him as their tears fell and streamed together. In the midst of everything, however, she maintained her role as leader.
"In your cars. We're getting him to a hospital. Quick."
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Yes, I'm horrible, I know. And believe me, it gets worse before it gets better. However, this is all crucial to plot development. I'm sorry, I can't help what my twisted, LSD-addicted, David Bowie-listening muses make me write. They're pretty much as screwed up as I am, or maybe they're screwed up BECAUSE I am, or maybe I'm screwed up because I have multiple muses...anyway...I don't know. However, I'm sorry for this disturbing chapter (or maybe it's just disturbing to me because of my freakishly overactive imagination...I swear I can see all this stuff in my head). Anyway, I promise the next chapter will be a lot lighter. However, I still love reviews either way, even if to tell me that you hated it. Just please, LET ME KNOW!
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Lita was grateful for the darkness of the club. She never felt embarrassed rocking out, but she had trouble feeling cool trying to move smoothly to the hip-hop and rap rhythms pulsing through the dance floor. Fortunately, the crowd surrounding her paid no attention to her awkwardness as she took turns dancing with all the guys. It was particularly relaxing to dance with Rob; he had an animal grace that made it easier for her to follow his lead. Rey was the same way, but she couldn't get over the fact that she was towering over his dance partner. Tommy managed to be both stiff and spastic, Lance did the white man's overbite, Justin didn't see why she was embarrassed when he did the cabbage patch, and Stevie, for whatever odd reason, was trying to tango with her to "Hot in Herre." "Yes," Lita thought, "I can DEFINITELY see why they keep it so dark in these clubs."
Stevie went back to the bar for ANOTHER drink ("May explain the tango," Lita thought), and Lita felt herself pulled from behind toward yet ANOTHER dance partner. His large arms wrapped around her waist, and he ground against her from behind. Between the dark and having her back to him, Lita couldn't guess the identity of the stranger. She mentally shrugged and swayed in motion with her partner. She jerked, startled, when she felt him nuzzling her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin around the collarbone. Lita struggled, and the man's grip tightened.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?"
Lita felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes and blinked them back. "Leave me alone, Hunter."
"No, Lita, you and your little friends better leave ME alone."
He released her violently, almost flinging her forward, and she rubbed the bruising areas where he had clenched her wrists. She turned to see the crowd surrounding him, him disappearing from sight. "Mind games," she tried to reassure herself. "Telling the guys would only get them riled up and help him achieve his purpose." Wiping her eyes, she put a neutral expression on her face and headed back to her friends at the bar.
She arrived to hear Tommy and Justin discussing the Dudleyz' odd absence from their little party.
"You seen the other guys?" Tommy asked.
"Come on, you know them. They're in trouble somewhere. I wouldn't worry about it," Justin replied.
Just then, D-von and Bubba walked up. Lita felt trepidation growing inside her. "Where's Killer?"
The two older brothers looked at each other. "We thought he was with you," D-von answered.
"No, no," Lita shook her head. "I mean, we thought he left the arena after his match..." Bubba was saying.
"No, no, NO!" Lita screamed. A few people sitting farther down the bar and the bartender turned to look at her, but the club was otherwise so loud that her cry went unnoticed beyond their little circle. "Come on," she said, trying to gain control. "We need to go find him, NOW."
"Li, what's going on?" Suddenly, Rob was behind her, his hand on her back. "Did something happen?" he whispered. "Was it Evolution again?"
She felt a sob rising up in her throat, and only nodded. "Really?" he asked, and she nodded again, her face in her hands. "Okay, you heard the boss," Rob said loudly. "Let's get out of here and go find Spike before he gets himself into too much trouble on his own."
Everyone was standing there looking at him. "Let's GO!" he said sharply, and the guys all jumped to their feet and headed for the door.
As they were going towards the cars, Lance saw him first. "Oh sh*t..."
Tommy tried to get in front of Lita and block her from the sight, but he didn't move fast enough. Upon seeing, she screamed in grief and anger.
Spike was in a bloody heap tied down on top of the hood of Lita's rental Explorer. He was half-conscious, and tried to lift his head at the sound of her voice. She sprinted to him, passing even Bubba and D-von in their race to check on him.
"Killer?" she whispered, leaning close to the battered remnants of his face. "Spike?" she sobbed, reaching out with a trembling hand to smooth the blood-soaked hair back from his forehead, barely touching him in fear of aggravating his injuries.
D-von had his head in his arms on the hood of the SUV, crying uncontrollably. Bubba was in a state of shock, but was at least functional, going ahead and untying the rope that held his little brother on top of the car. He soon had him untied and cradled his limp form against his chest.
Lita gladly accepted the arm D-von wrapped around her shoulders, leaning into him as their tears fell and streamed together. In the midst of everything, however, she maintained her role as leader.
"In your cars. We're getting him to a hospital. Quick."
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Yes, I'm horrible, I know. And believe me, it gets worse before it gets better. However, this is all crucial to plot development. I'm sorry, I can't help what my twisted, LSD-addicted, David Bowie-listening muses make me write. They're pretty much as screwed up as I am, or maybe they're screwed up BECAUSE I am, or maybe I'm screwed up because I have multiple muses...anyway...I don't know. However, I'm sorry for this disturbing chapter (or maybe it's just disturbing to me because of my freakishly overactive imagination...I swear I can see all this stuff in my head). Anyway, I promise the next chapter will be a lot lighter. However, I still love reviews either way, even if to tell me that you hated it. Just please, LET ME KNOW!