Okay, sorry for the long times between updates. I've been running rampant around here, and apparently it's knocked my immune system down, too, 'cause I'm getting really sick. (I slept through my morning class...screw it.) Not that I mind, after going to see Raw last night, and witnessing it live when my angel won the first contender match to face Molly Holly. Anyway, I should be working on homework, but here I am, giving it up for y'all. You guys better know I love you. Anyway, next chapter!
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There was still the same, burning pain, and something around her wrists. She could still smell the smoke, and coughed for air. Lita woke up in the hospital bed screaming, her throat felt like it was being cut with every breath, she wondered how she wasn't coughing up blood. There were bandages around her wrists, but they couldn't ease the pain of the vicious burns. She opened her eyes, and through her smoke-damaged vision the first thing she saw was Rob.
"Lita! It's okay; you're safe now." His hand gently smoothed her hair down, carefully avoiding her injuries. The other members of ECW stood around the room paralyzed, lost at seeing their leader brought down so low. She looked around at all of them, and burst into tears.
"Remind me to shred Kane to pieces the next time I see him," Tommy murmured, and Raven assented, "Only if I don't get a hold of him first."
Lita sobbed, and her sobs turned into coughs that wracked her entire body. The pain on Rob's face was greater than that of her own. "Easy," he murmured. "Shh...it's okay...please don't cry, Li."
"Li?" Rey asked hesitantly and stepped to her bedside. Taking her hand in both his own, he rested his lips on the back of her palm. "Please be all right," he murmured. "We're looking out for you; it'll be okay."
"We should have been looking out a little better earlier tonight," Spike snapped from his seat in the corner, his head in his hands. "We should have stayed in the back, I should have stayed, I should have checked the room, I should have-"
"We all should have, but we didn't," Bubba interrupted him. "But that's in the past. What we need to do now is find Kane and destroy him totally."
"How?" Lance asked. "He's been pushed in a flaming dumpster, set on fire, ran under a truck, set on fire a few more times, how can you kill the monster?"
"We could dump gasoline on him..." Stevie suggested, and Rob shuddered. "Sorry man, I forgot about that," Stevie apologized and shut up.
"We could invest in a really high-powered flamethrower..."
"We could lock him in a burning coffin..."
"We could..."
"None of that will work," Lita interrupted hoarsely. "Have we seen any evidence at all that something like that would work? It never has in the past."
"But we have to do something!" Spike exclaimed.
"And we will do something," she corrected him. "But we have to think logically."
"Logically? You want us to think logically after what he did to you?" Cries of outraged agreement filled the room, and Rey let off a string of his less-polite Spanish vocabulary.
"Listen to me," Lita rasped, and the room fell silent. "Thanks," she whispered, a little surprised at their immediate obedience. "You're all looking at this the wrong way. You're trying to fight fire with fire. That doesn't work. You'll only fuel the flame, and give Kane an element he's far too familiar with." She winced, thinking back to the monster towering over her in that basement. "So what do we do? We do what anyone logically would...we fight fire with water."
"And I suppose you already have a plan in mind?" Rob asked, a bit of his old smile spreading slyly across his face.
Lita felt the corners of her own mouth twitch a little bit, and despite all the pain and suffering she'd experienced in just that night, found that Rob could still make her smile. "Why, how did you ever guess?"
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What is ECW scheming? Well, I can assure you it will be morbid. And morbid is good, morbid is fun, morbid makes happy for everyone! Lalalala! :goes to chug down a little more cough syrup and collapse back in bed:
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There was still the same, burning pain, and something around her wrists. She could still smell the smoke, and coughed for air. Lita woke up in the hospital bed screaming, her throat felt like it was being cut with every breath, she wondered how she wasn't coughing up blood. There were bandages around her wrists, but they couldn't ease the pain of the vicious burns. She opened her eyes, and through her smoke-damaged vision the first thing she saw was Rob.
"Lita! It's okay; you're safe now." His hand gently smoothed her hair down, carefully avoiding her injuries. The other members of ECW stood around the room paralyzed, lost at seeing their leader brought down so low. She looked around at all of them, and burst into tears.
"Remind me to shred Kane to pieces the next time I see him," Tommy murmured, and Raven assented, "Only if I don't get a hold of him first."
Lita sobbed, and her sobs turned into coughs that wracked her entire body. The pain on Rob's face was greater than that of her own. "Easy," he murmured. "Shh...it's okay...please don't cry, Li."
"Li?" Rey asked hesitantly and stepped to her bedside. Taking her hand in both his own, he rested his lips on the back of her palm. "Please be all right," he murmured. "We're looking out for you; it'll be okay."
"We should have been looking out a little better earlier tonight," Spike snapped from his seat in the corner, his head in his hands. "We should have stayed in the back, I should have stayed, I should have checked the room, I should have-"
"We all should have, but we didn't," Bubba interrupted him. "But that's in the past. What we need to do now is find Kane and destroy him totally."
"How?" Lance asked. "He's been pushed in a flaming dumpster, set on fire, ran under a truck, set on fire a few more times, how can you kill the monster?"
"We could dump gasoline on him..." Stevie suggested, and Rob shuddered. "Sorry man, I forgot about that," Stevie apologized and shut up.
"We could invest in a really high-powered flamethrower..."
"We could lock him in a burning coffin..."
"We could..."
"None of that will work," Lita interrupted hoarsely. "Have we seen any evidence at all that something like that would work? It never has in the past."
"But we have to do something!" Spike exclaimed.
"And we will do something," she corrected him. "But we have to think logically."
"Logically? You want us to think logically after what he did to you?" Cries of outraged agreement filled the room, and Rey let off a string of his less-polite Spanish vocabulary.
"Listen to me," Lita rasped, and the room fell silent. "Thanks," she whispered, a little surprised at their immediate obedience. "You're all looking at this the wrong way. You're trying to fight fire with fire. That doesn't work. You'll only fuel the flame, and give Kane an element he's far too familiar with." She winced, thinking back to the monster towering over her in that basement. "So what do we do? We do what anyone logically would...we fight fire with water."
"And I suppose you already have a plan in mind?" Rob asked, a bit of his old smile spreading slyly across his face.
Lita felt the corners of her own mouth twitch a little bit, and despite all the pain and suffering she'd experienced in just that night, found that Rob could still make her smile. "Why, how did you ever guess?"
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What is ECW scheming? Well, I can assure you it will be morbid. And morbid is good, morbid is fun, morbid makes happy for everyone! Lalalala! :goes to chug down a little more cough syrup and collapse back in bed: