Legacy

Author: Victory Goddess

Chapter 8

Fans surround the entrance to the parking garage, leaving barely enough room for the cars to get in and out, pressing the limits of how close the security would let them come. House shows weren't really all that different, just less publicized, but it all made little difference to Eve, the only thing that she found different about them was that she didn't have to hang around Shawn and Sean here, there were no television cameras to catch them, so there was no point in doing anything. Eve sighed as she stood in a dark corner of the parking garage watching the cars come in and the wrestlers go into the building, as the fans tried their hardest to get a reaction from them. She had always found watching human behaviour an interesting enough hobby, trying to figure out personality's from their mere movements, to find out what they were hiding. She had done it all her life, she had watched her father, the way he acted, the things he said, his body language, and she didn't trust him one bit. Everything he did told her not to trust him, so why was she following him now?

Eve shook her head as an idea hit, she hadn't talked to Kevin Nash in a few months, maybe she could call him and-

Her cell phone went off and interrupted her thoughts. She cursed it briefly before grabbing it from her belt and answering it. "What?" Was her reply, she was less then pleased that she had been interrupted by such a machine.

"Eve, darling, you really must learn better phone etiquette." The voice of Rebecca chided her for her lack of manners.

Eve sighed, she'd be nice for now, after all, Rebecca had given her a place to stay before the show the night before and had worried about her all through her silence when she had come back from the arena and again this morning when she had hopped a plane to the next state for the house show she was currently preparing for. "Sorry." She murmured to her friend.

"What's wrong? There's more on your mind now then yesterday, more troubling it." Eve could almost see her frown through the phone. "You used to tell me everything, what is it?"

"Nothing." Eve replied quietly. "Nothing, I'm just tired." Tired of all the shit…she thought to herself.

Rebecca clicked her tongue. "You're lying." She accused.

"Yes I am." Eve agreed, her voice dull and monotone. She didn't want to talk to Rebecca, she didn't want to talk to anyone, only to vanish into the darkness where there would be no more questions and no more answers to quest for.

"Eve, please, I don't know what's bothering you, but you need to speak of it." Voice dripping with worry Rebecca tried.

"I have to go." Eve told her and hung up before another word could be uttered. She no longer felt like calling Kevin to try to get answers, what did it matter anyway? Why couldn't she just turn her brain off, she didn't want to deal with this anymore.

"You're looking depressed." Hunter observed, walking towards her. He had stood not far away for the last couple of minutes watching her, watching as her mood changed from determined to neutral to depressed. He didn't like the change at all and he didn't like that even more.

Eve didn't even bother narrowing her eyes, what did it accomplish? Why did it matter if she outwardly showed what she felt? But that was the problem, when she heard even the barest hint of his voice she felt the longing. "What do you want?"

"What's wrong with you today?" He asked, eyes skimming over her face, did she look more pale then before?

"Nothing." She muttered at him. Did he have to look at her like that?

"Stop harassing my performers." Shawn Michaels demanded, coming over to stand beside Eve and crossing his arms.

Hunter waited a beat for Eve to say something about not being his performer but it never came. Eve's eyes had a lost look about them, she had drown in her own thoughts. He shook his head. "Why don't you go make yourself useful somewhere else?"

"As soon as you leave Eve alone." Shawn stated.

Eve closed her eyes for a few moments to block out the bickering former friends. She could feel a migraine coming on, and…

Hunter and Shawn stopped arguing long enough to see Eve faint. Hunter moved fast and grabbed her to make sure her head didn't hit against the cement of the ground.

"Holy shit." Shawn swore and bent down beside where Hunter had laid her down and had now kneeled. "What happened?" He asked, worried about the woman.

"I don't know." Hunter brushed his hair back from his face.

"We need to get a trainer." Shawn commented and looked up for one, but came up with nothing. "Shoot." He muttered.

"Screw that." Hunter said and carefully put his arms under her body and lifted her up, carrying her into the building with Shawn trailing not far behind.

***

"Oh, my head…" Eve murmured, coming back. She carefully opened her eyes to look around the bright room which was where the make-shift treatment room had been placed in the arena. She closed her eyes again, she couldn't remember coming here, all she could remember was Shawn and Hunter fighting out in the parking garage and then… what happened then?

"You fainted." Shawn told her. He leaned against the wall and looked at her, Hunter had had to go to find Evolution just a few minutes before. "About ten minutes ago."

A grunt was the only reply.

"The trainer wants to talk to you." Shawn told her as he looked over her. Fear was just beneath the surface, a combined fear for Eve and a fear that he was becoming fond of the woman, that wouldn't bode well with Scott. He had to make sure that when the time came, the woman wouldn't matter to him, or he'd never be able to go through with Scott's plan…

The trainer entered the room and asked a few questions of Eve, had she over worked lately, had she been eating right, was there a large amount of stress in her life, did she often pass out? Eve tried to remember as best she could what she had been doing lately, admitting that she had been getting ready for her debut and training hard for it, often skipping meals, she didn't answer the stress question.

Eve walked a little dazed out of the room with Shawn beside her. "Take better care of myself?" She fumed, repeating the trainers words. "He can go to hell." She m uttered.

"Yeah, right, I'm going to go call Scott, he needs to know about this." Shawn told her, giving her one final look over before leaving.

Was it just her or was Shawn seeming to be what she had always known him to be? The opposite of the heartless, cold man he had been to her so far. But he didn't care if she was in health, as long as she could still take a beating, maybe that was all she was good for.

She was about to round a corner where the locker room she was sharing with Shawn and Sean was, but she stopped when she had heard voices. It was wrong to eavesdrop, but still, Shawn and Sean obviously knew something she didn't.

"Man, you have got to be kidding me." Sean's stressed voice drifted to her.

"I know." Shawn agreed. "She has to be in health, he wants her as the suicide bomber so to speak."

"Oh man, oh man." Eve could hear Sean pacing back and forth. "If this doesn't work out, we're in for it."

"You don't have to tell me that. Damn," Shawn stated, "Scott knows too much for our own good, too much that would matter just a little too much."

"I like Eve though…" Sean said quietly.

"Yeah, I hate being the way I have been with her, but there's nothing else I can do, I have to make sure everything goes as planned." Shawn sighed. "It's for my own good."

"For our own good." Sean stated.

"Feeling better?" Hunter came up behind Eve.

Eve turned towards him, her expression was one of thought. "What's going on?" She demanded.

"What's going on with what?" He asked, perplexed. What was she talking about?

"Are you in on it?" She demanded, careful to speak quiet enough so that the two around the corner couldn't hear.

"In on what?" He was quickly becoming confused.

"This whole stupid plan, what do you know? Is my father working on you as well?" She wanted to believe he wasn't…

Hunter shook his head and tried to sort through it all. He finally just took her arm and led her into an empty locker room. "Ok, now start from the beginning. What am I supposed to be part of?"

Eve just shook her head and turned to leave but he again grabbed her arm and she turned back. "Just forget it ok?"

"I'm not about to forget it. What's going on?" He asked again.

"It doesn't matter." She tried to shake her arm loose from his grasp, but it was to no avail.

"Eve, if you're in trouble," He told her, "Tell me."

"I'm not in trouble and I can handle myself fine." She iced over her voice and stood up straight. "I told you last night to never come near me again, so leave me alone."

Hunter shook his head, and cursed her pride in his mind. He let go of her arm and sighed. "Ok, you want to know what I know?"

Eve looked at him sceptically, so her father had gotten to him as well, this whole thing was planned to keep her mind off of her work. "Go ahead." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Nothing." he told her. "I don't know what your father is up to, nor Shawn or Sean."

"What about Kevin?" She asked, what about Kevin? She repeated to herself.

"Kevin?" He said, a confused look passing over his face. "What does Kevin have to do with any of this?"

"He's my father accomplice." Eve threw up her hands in frustration. "God, you really do know nothing." She started to pace the room.

"I know enough to know that Kevin has been vacationing in Europe for the last month and hasn't spoken to any member of the clique." Hunter told her, making her stop dead in her tracks and turn to him. "I don't know who told you he was involved in any of this, but they're lying."

"My father…" She muttered. Did Shawn and Sean know that Kevin had nothing to do with it? Would they care?

"You're father is not a man to be trusted, Eve." Hunter stated. "From what I've seen of pictures and such when I was good friends with Scott, you look a lot like your mother, don't you?"

"Yeah, so what?" Eve asked, not completely following his train of thought.

"So think about it, what happened to your mother?" Hunter asked, hating the look of pain that crossed over her face and as all colour drained out of it.

"You don't actually think that my father would…and that Shawn and Sean would…" She couldn't finish these thoughts. "But there's others too, Alexis and-"

"Have you spoken to Alexis?" Hunter asked.

"No…" She murmured.

"Is there any proof that she along with anyone else is going to be joining?" He said. "Besides your fathers word?"

"No…" She said again. "But Shawn and Sean, I mean they wouldn't do something like what you're thinking."

"They would if Scott got a hold of a little bit of vital information." He replied. "Think about it, he can't do it himself, so what better way then to set the stage for another 'accident'?"