Always Watching
Chapter 14
Lita froze, a shiver running down her spine at his words. She felt tears spring to her eyes. Here she was, all alone and nearly defenseless against Matthew Hardy. The redhead had no idea what he wanted from her, but she knew it wasn't good. "Matt...why?" she whispered. He laughed, taking a step closer to her.
"Because I can, Lita," he replied.
"You helped Dean," she said.
"He thought I was, yeah. You see, Dean is giving me the perfect reason that I need to cover this up."
"This?" she whispered.
He grinned, his eyes glittering. "Your death."
"How is that?" Lita said, her throat constricting.
Matt pointed forward. Lita looked quickly, and froze. There was her car sitting at the end of the slope, the front two wheels in water. "You see, Dean left you another letter, saying he'd be there at six. You freaked out and attacked your two best friends, and got stopped in the hallway by an old friend. He tried to console you and take you to the hospital, but as soon as you reached his van, you assaulted him, and shot him in the forehead with his own gun," Matt pulled Dean's gun out of his jacket, leaving his arm at his side. After you did that, you climbed into your car and drove off."
"You killed Malenko," Lita whispered with realization, remembering the way the blood formed at his forehead, the glazed look in his eyes as he looked toward the roof of the car...
"No, Lita. You did," Matt stepped closer. She instinctively took a step back, and slipped in a puddle of dirty. Her back hit the puddle, mud splashing in her eyes. Lita slid a few feet down, and tried to regain her footing as Matt slowly descended down on her. "You drove your car here, and you missed the turn," his eyes were wide by now. "You drove your car into the lake and got submerged. I saw your car, and called the ambulance." Lita shook her head desperately, standing up. "By the time the ambulance arrived, Lita Dumas was already dead."
"Matt, you don't have to do this," she told him, begging. "Please, don't."
"I don't have to do this...but I want to," Matt said. Lita was crying in fear by now. She tried to bolt to his left, her shoes slipping against the puddles. Matt grabbed her by the arm and flung her backward. She fell head over heels, sliding down the hill, mud splattering all over her body, in her hair. The redhead landed stomach-down, her eyes facing the water. Suddenly, Matt was by her side. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her to her feet.
His grip strong, he walked to the water, dragging Lita with him. When he got there, he used his other hand to grab more of her hair, and flung her into the water. Lita gasped as the freezing water slammed around her. She immediately went up for air. The drop-off was quick. Only four or so feet in, and, standing on her heels, the water came to her neck. The breeze that seemed non-existent earlier suddenly seemed like gusts of ice rampaging against her face. Lita panted for breath, and heard Matt splash into the water. The sky had darkened now, and she could only see different degrees of dark shadows. Suddenly, Matt's hand was around her chin, his eyes bearing down on hers. "Any last prayers, sweetheart?"
"Did you see Lita go through that door?" Chris Benoit's voice was sharp and quick as he addressed one of the employees at the front desk of the hotel.
"I...I..."
"This is really important," Captain Moceri added, and the young woman looked down to the gun in his hand, and then back to Benoit.
"She left with some guy about a half an hour ago."
"What'd he look like?" both the captain and Chris listened intently to her dead-on, detailed description of Dean Malenko. Benoit cursed and strode away, walking quickly to the parking lot, Captain Moceri hot on his heels. "I saw him getting into a dark sedan!" the woman yelled after them.
"Do you recognize the description?" he asked.
"Yes," Chris Benoit said through gritted teeth, looking around at the cars. "My former teammate, Dean Malenko. We were in a team called the Radicalz together," he looked over the cars, praying that it was still there. "We broke up, some stuff happened, and then he began to stalk Lita."
"You're sure he's the stalker now?"
"Yes, but I wasn't talking about now. He's stalked her before."
"And I didn't know about this why?"
"Matt and Jeff Hardy, her best friends at the time, beat him up and eventually Dean was forced to retire. When he did, he literally dropped out of everyone's lives," Benoit told him, and spotted Dean's car, immediately running toward it.
"What the hell?" Moceri said as they slowed in front of the vehicle. Dean was halfway through the window, lying on his back, a bullet hole through his forehead. They both stared at the body for a moment, and then Moceri whipped out his cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Benoit asked.
"Lieutenant Porter. He was supposed to send squads after me." Moceri listened as the desk phone rang and rang.
"I didn't like the way he was looking at Lita," Benoit told him.
Moceri frowned at Benot just as the phone picked up. "Who is this?" Porter's rugged, stressed voice hissed through the phone.
"Moceri. You were—" he was cut off as the phone hung up. His eyes met with Benoit's. "Damn it," he hissed, moving to dial another number when his phone rang. He took one look at the caller ID and answer. "Yeah?"
"This is Surveillance Team Two. We've lost sight of our subject."
"What? You lost Edge?"
"His car pulled out onto the highway. He was doing some crazy driving, and we lost him. We're trying to find him now, but its going to be one hell of a miracle if we do."
Moceri cursed beneath his breath, and then spoke into the phone. "Try to find him," he said, and then hung up, looking at Chris Benoit, who looked understandably confused.
"What's going on?"
"Edge got away."
Author's Note: Here you go, with another chapter! I've just posted chapter 12. These muses are awesome! It's gonna suck leaving them... Anyway, please review!
