Author's Note: Okay, okay. So I did decide that I would wrap things up with this story, give you twisted-and-confused people some easy reading. But I didn't want a simple ending! So you get this. Deal with it! Lol. Mwhahahahaha. Hang in there, the ride is almost up! This chapter is more...simplistic, so keep in mind that the ending is over quite a few chapters.


Always Watching

Chapter 12

Stacy nearly leapt out of her car when she reached the police station, running through the door. She was so worried, so hurried, that she didn't realize the expressions on the other officers' faces. "I need help!" she shouted to the empty room. "Lita is in trouble! The stalker is in her room! You have to send people to help her!"

Lieutenant Porter turned to face her, the gun still cocked in his hand, but his hand now at his side. Stacy glanced down at his hand, and saw the gun, taking one step back. "Why is your gun—" she was cut off as Porter leapt for her, his left hand covering her mouth and pulling her to him, his right hand lifting the gun to her temple. He knew it had only been a matter of time until one of the officers made a move—after all, they knew what to do. It was sheer luck that Stacy had come running in when she did.

"Anybody makes a move, she dies," Porter threatened.

The officers looked from one another, unsure of what to do. They obviously couldn't follow normal hostage protocol—Lieutenant Porter hadn't earned his status without being damn good at what he did. Two things weighed in on the men's and women's minds: the safety of the blonde before them and the safety of a lone Captain Moceri, and Lita's as well.

Lieutenant Porter eyed them all, his finger wrapping around the trigger. They knew better than to jump. Human instinct made muscles tighten, and if his did, Stacy would be no more. He could feel the leggy blonde shaking in his arms, and he smirked. All he had to do was wait here until he got the message on his cell phone, saying the job was done. Then, he would go, and collect the other half of the money he had been promised.

It was up to the officers before him if Stacy lived through it or not.


"Lita, sweetie, I can blow your dear friend's brains out right now, or you can step away from the door," Dean said, his eyes glittering maliciously. Lita stepped away from the door slowly, her legs trembling beneath her, her breath coming in short gasps. 'Someone come...please...help me,' she pleaded inwardly, sidestepping until she was back where she started in the spot of the room furthest from the door. "Good," Dean said, stepping away from Benoit. Without the support, Benoit fell back to the ground, still unconscious. Lita's eyes flew to the lead pipe lying on the bed, no doubt what he had attacked Chris with.

"D-Dean," she spoke, a lump in her throat. "I can't leave now. I haven't said goodbye to everyone and..." she trailed off as the pistol was suddenly pointed at her chest.

His eyebrows were raised and each word emphasized as he spoke. "We can be together in life, or death. It's your decision. Come with me, or don't." He extended his hand to her, his finger wrapping around the trigger. Slowly, Lita extended her hand, and he grabbed it, yanking her to him, a grin on his face. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She closed her eyes, her stomach rolling, silently praying and begging for something to happen to stop Dean.

"Dean, please...I don't want to leave my friends," she told him as he walked toward the door, his hand tight on hers. She inhaled sharply and fell silent as she saw his grip on the gun at his side tighten. Lita stepped forward, feeling the strain on her arm from him half-dragging her. He stopped in front of the door, and then turned to her, cupping her chin with one hand as he slipped the pistol into his leather jacket. "You say a word, sweetie, you're dead, five bystanders are dead, and the last bullet will be mine," he told her and she nodded, her expression tight with fear.

As they walked through the lobby, Lita walked next to Dean, her eyes flying over the crowded lobby. She bowed her head, trying to quell the instinct in her trying to force her to run. Dean was still holding her hand, and Lita felt pain nipping at her knuckles, but her mind was so intent on everything else, she couldn't think straight, let alone feel the pain. Dean pushed through the revolving doors, and they walked toward the parking lot. The sky was clouded with gray clouds, rain pounding down at them. Lita ducked her head, a part of her telling her that it was suicide to go into a car with that man.

But what choice did she have? Lita looked at her black boots as she walked, the rain and fear combined chilling her to the bone. They reached the hood of the black sedan, and Dean faced her, his eyes cutting into hers. "I'm going to let go of your hand. If you run away, keep in mind that I can pull this trigger faster than you can run out of my line of fire." She nodded, scared.

Suddenly Dean stumbled forward with a grunt. Lita fell to the ground, the water soaking the bottom of her jeans. The redhead quickly crawled away. She could feel her jeans tearing against the pavement, but it seemed like such a trivial thing. When she reached the rear wheels of the sedan, Lita collapsed against one, her energy drained. She hugged her knees, hearing the sounds of a battle taking place, but seeing nothing. Her mind willed her to move, but her body would not respond. Tears rolled down her face, mingling with the rain. She sobbed, praying desperately in that moment, and hoping against all hopes that whoever had attacked Dean was winning the fight. There was a crash of shattering glass, and she jumped, gasping and looking up.

"Lita!" a voice called through the rain. Lita looked up, her heart still pounding. She knew that voice... Her eyes widened as he walked around the sedan, locking eyes with her.

Matthew Hardy took one look at the sobbing, soaking wet Lita, and then gathered her in his arms.


Author's Note: Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter! And sorry to all of the Matt/Lita shippers, even though Matt is her savoir, that just isn't going to happen. I'm not a particular fan of Matt Hardy, but what the hey, I figured he fit in the part well enough. Drama, drama, drama lol. Okay, my point: no Matt/Lita. I have enough Matt/Lita fics. Anyway... I just posted the last chapter, so this is another early guy, which is good! I hope you guys enjoy, and please review!