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::Chapter 5::

When Becky finally woke up she was met with Taker standing over her smiling.

"Hey baby girl, how ya feelin?" He asked.

"Like shit." Her voice was gravely and she could barley move.

"Im sorry I wasn't there to protect ya little one." He said rubbing his large had over her forehead.

"It's ok, who helped me though?" She asked having blacked out when Brock started kicking her.

"Matt." Was all Taker said. Becky's eye grew as large as saucers.

"MATT?" She tried to sit up but stopped when the pain in her ribs was to much for her to take.

"Yep." Taker was a man of few words. A few hours later a nurse came in and made Taker leave. "Don't worry baby girl I'll be back in the mornin before I leave ok?" Becky merely nodded then drifted off to sleep.

Even after her painful experience with Brock the evil dreams came back that very night. The dark one soared through the air looking for victims, but for some reason the people and the buildings looked very familiar to her. It finally struck her that this was where her weaker self used to live. What jogged her memory was seeing Mr. McDonnell closing up his shop. Chuckling evilly she followed the old man to his car. Once she knew he was alone, the dark one quietly landed in the cement parking lot. As Mr. McDonnell opened his door he saw the dark ones menacing reflection in the window, her glowing eyes contrasted to the dark moon less night, and freaked out.

"HELP!!!!" He screamed into the night.

"No one can help you Mr. McDonnell. Time to meet your maker!!!" Her horrid sounding voice pierced through the old mans soul rendering paralyzed. The dark one unsheathed her sword and laughed at the helpless old man standing before her.

"BECKY PLEASE DON'T!" How these people knew that her and her weaker form were one in the same, the dark one did not know. All that mattered is that the white one did not know who she was. One plus to her victims knowing her and Becky were the same was the torture her weaker self was put through during the day time, this one would defiantly put a damper on her spirits.

"DARK ONE!!!" Some one called from behind her. She spun around and there stood the white one, his dark locks blowing in the night air. Without a word the dark one launched herself at the white one, Mr. McDonnell forgotten for the moment. While the 2 demons fought, Mr. McDonnell started to move to get into his car. The dark one punched the white one hard in the jaw, throwing him to the ground, then turned her attention back to the old man. She saw him about to open his car door and shouted.

"Oh I don't think so you old fucker!!!" Out of her fingertips lighting shot out, striking the back of Mr. McDonnell. After a few short seconds of sharp convulsions the dark one retracted her lighting and Mr. McDonnell fell to the ground in a broken smoky heap.

"Now to finish you off white one." The Dark one went to turn around but was met with a sharp pain in her gut, then all faded to black. Becky woke up screaming and crying, she was back to her regular self.

"Easy there B." Someone said, a voice Becky thought would be the last one she would hear.

"Matt??" Becky asked settling back down into the hard hospital bed.

"Yeah it's me. Taker had to leave for the next show, so since I have the next week off he asked me if I would sit with you and make sure you were ok. My directions were to take you to him once you were released from the hospital." Matt folded his hands in his lap and sat back in the uncomfortable looking chair.

"Guess no one else wanted the job huh?" Becky joked. Matt chuckled and then looked at Becky's serious expression, "Ummm, about what happened the other day.. I just wanted to say thank you. I also wanted to ask you why? Why did you do it?"

"Your welcome, why did I do it? I couldn't let Brock get away with beating my friends like that!" Becky gave him a confused look.

"Were friends? I thought we didn't like each other?" Becky asked.

"Of course were friends, I just like givin ya a hard time." That's when Becky felt like a world class heal.

"Matt, I wanna apologize..." Becky was about to say more but was interrupted by the phone ringing by her bed. "Yeah.... Oh hey baby! Well ok.... Lyndz called what did she have to say? WHAT??" Becky yelled into the phone scaring Matt slightly. "Well Ok, I'll see ya later." Becky's eyes welled up with tears.

"B? Are you ok?" Matt asked taking her hand in his.

"No... I just found out my old boss died, he committed suicide by throwing a blow dryer in a bathtub filled with water." Becky started bawling like a child. Acting upon instinct Matt took her as gently as he could in his strong arms and said soothing words to her.

**It's all your fault** A dark voice whispered in her mind, filling her soul with sorrow at the loss of such a good friend.