In A Breath
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the WWE, the story is mine.
Rating: R, for violence and rape
Summary: Christian turned his back on his brother, on his career and on his company, was it really all because he was jealous of his brother's success? Or was he trying to escape from something…or someone?
Spoilers: Up to and including Vengeance.
Setting: This starts the day before Vengeance, but we will be taking a trip back in time every now and again.
Feedback: Always appreciated
E-mail: kyizifanfichotmail.com
Yahoo! Group: KyiziFic
Notes: This idea came into my head after reading Karen U's fic, "It Only Hurts" where she gave Jericho a reason for being, well, an ass, I began to wonder if maybe Christian had a reason…
(Matt and Lita aren't dating in this one and they're both at Vengeance backstage for the purposes of this fic!)
Chapter Note: Regal's first comments are his own, and in no way express my own opinions. I have no intention of insulting anyone, and want to express this now, before I get any howlers! I have him say it because I believe he would.
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Part Nineteen
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"Christian Phillips! Surely you speak English! Sorry, I forgot, you're a bloody American; you can't speak English any better than the Germans. Will you please just tell me where I can find him?"
"I'm sorry sir, but it's family only."
"I apologise for my rudeness, but I've flown such a long way to see him." Regal smirked. "And I am family. I'm his Uncle William and he'll be so pleased to see me."
Lance and Test hid their laughter as the nurse frowned and glanced at her notes. "I'm not sure, sir. You're not a listed visitor."
"Please, it would make his day."
The nurse sighed and then smiled. "All right. He's on level three, room 389."
"Thank you," Regal said, smiling as the woman walked away. "You stupid woman," he muttered.
"Well, well, well, look who's here." Test laughed, and Regal spun around, his eyes widening as Edge and the Hardy brothers approached them. "What, don't tell me Christian's pulled another one over your eyes." Lance and Test laughed.
Regal had yet to speak, but he was eyeing Edge and the Hardys with more than a little fear in his eyes. Edge walked right up to him, causing the Englishman to step back a little.
"I want a word with you, Regal."
"Really?" Regal asked, noncommittally, but he knew that Edge could see the fear behind his gaze. "I fail to see what you could possibly have to say to me."
"Really?" Edge asked dangerously. "Because I can think of one perfectly good reason, and I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Regal stepped back, fear flashing across his face. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I think you know exactly what you've been doing to my brother and I think you'd better tell the police everything. Right down to the detail where you threatened my mother's life and my life, just to keep your perverted little secret."
Regal's eyes widened and he stepped yet further away from Edge. "He-he was asking for it. He wanted me to, it was his decision. In fact, I only went along with it because…"
Edge lunged towards Regal, but the Hardy brothers held him back. Lance and Test were looking at them all questioningly, not sure what to make of the situation.
"I swear to God, Regal, if you lay one finger on my brother or anyone else I care about ever again, I will break every bone in your body. And that is not a threat. That's a promise." Edge glanced down the hallway and relaxed. The Hardys followed his gaze and let go of him, knowing he wouldn't try anything.
"William Regal?"
Regal turned, fear and shock plainly written across his face as the three police officers stared at him. Lita, who had been standing beside them, smirked at him and walked towards Edge, wrapping her arms around him, and he kissed her forehead, waiting for Regal to reply.
"Yes, I'm William Regal."
"My name is Sergeant Adams. We'd like you to accompany us down to the station. We have a few questions we'd like to ask you."
"I-I haven't done anything!" Regal stood up straight. "That boy is a liar. I never laid a finger on him! I mean, rape is something for old men and little girls. Those photos are, well, I mean, I would never-"
Sergeant Adams raised his eyebrows. "I never said anything about rape, Sir. And I hadn't mentioned any photos," the man said. "Yet."
"But, I…I mean I assumed…"
"You assumed what?"
"Nothing, I mean, nothing."
Sergeant Adams nodded to his fellow officers who reached out to William Regal and cuffed his hands behind his back. "William Regal, you are under arrest for the repeated beating and rape of Mr. Christian Phillips. You do not have to say anything, unless you wish to do so, but anything you do say can, and will, be used against you in the court of law. You have a right of an attorney, however if you are unable to find one, one will be appointed you."
Sergeant Adams pulled Edge aside as the other officers' escorted Regal from the building. "You're Edward Phillips?" Edge nodded and Sergeant Adams continued. "I realise that this is a difficult time for you and your brother, but we are going to require statements from you both, as well as anyone else involved."
"I know."
"We'll send an officer to your home tomorrow to speak to you both, and we may require you to come down to the station at some point as well."
"Of course."
Sergeant Adams nodded and turned around, heading outside to the police car that would take William Regal into custody.
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