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Warning: this Chapter talks of attempted suicide. Just so you are aware.... You have been warned.

"That makes two." Faith said, a gleeful smile on her face.

"You're excited." Edge commented.

"Yeah, that was awesome. You took down two apes in two nights and tonight, I got to help."

Edge had to fight Batista tonight and sure enough, Orton had come down to ringside to interfere but was kicked out by the ref. This gave Faith enough time to jump in the ring and together, her and Edge had beaten down Batista pretty good. Faith had rolled out just before the ref had turned back.

"We really got to get you into the ring."

"Yeah." Faith said as they entered her locker room. "I can't – Lita."

She ran over to the crying red head who was looking shocked and scared.

"What happened?" She demanded to know.

Lita looked up at her. "I was just told that Chris was having his highlight reel tonight. I'm supposed to be a special guest, with Kane."

"Like hell you are." Faith exploded, jumping up and stomping out of the room.

"Where do you think she went?" Edge asked, staring at the door.

"Probably to yell at someone or beat up Kane."

The two looked at each other before jumping up and scrambling for the door.

She found his locker room easily enough. She knew where he was because she could sense him and as soon as she found his room, she kicked the door open.

"You're so dead." She snarled, not stopping until she was right up in his face.

"What?" He asked confused. "What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck is your problem?" She yelled. "You haven't hurt me enough so you decide to throw Lita out there with Kane? The guys a fucking monster."

"Don't you think I know that?" Chris asked, his voice cold. "I don't want her out there anymore then you do, but Bischoff's demanding it."

"No, I'm not letting her go out there."

"She doesn't have a choice. Either she does or she loses her job."

"This is fucked up." Faith yelled, kicking over the bench.

"I'll be there to watch her."

Faith turned back to him. "And who's going to watch out for you?

"I don't need anyone to watch out for me." He said, his tone now icy.

"Oh that's right, I forgot. You're Chris Jericho, the mighty King of the World. Are you stupid?" she yelled. "Did Batista cause brain damage last night. That... thing broke my fucking back. Mine. As in a Slayer and you think you can handle him?"

"Maybe you're not as great as you think you are." Chris yelled. "You think you're extra special and better then everyone because you were handed special powers? You're not, you were just lucky. You're nothing, you're a nobody."

The anger seemed to rush out of her as what he was saying sunk in.

"You're right, I am a nobody."

Chris sighed, the anger leaving him as well as he realized what he had just said.

"Faith." He reached out for her.

"No." she cried, stepping further back. "You're absolutely right, I'm a nobody. I'm not special. I've known that for so long, but I've almost forgotten it. Thank you, for reminding me."

She fled from his room and Chris shook his head. Edge was right, he really was an idiot.

"I haven't seen her." Lita said, pacing behind the curtain.

"Neither have I, I can't even sense her." Edge said as he passed Lita, also pacing.

In the ring, Kane was yelling for Lita.

"I can't deal with this now." She snapped, pushing through the curtains.

She marched down the ramp and into the ring, the whole time glaring at Kane.

He began yelling and threatening her about what she had done the night before. He was telling her all the things he was going to do to her but something in Lita finally snapped as she snatched the mic away from him.

"I'll tell you what you're going to do, absolutely nothing."

Lita was pissed her friend was missing, the guy said friend like was an ass, Matt wouldn't talk to her and this monster in front of her had pushed her to her limit. She was tired of being afraid and she let him know just that. He let out all her frustrations on him. After tiring herself out, she went for one final blow.

"I'm gonna do what I want, when I want and there's nothing you can do about it you sick son of a bitch. And something else I do know." She yelled at him. "The baby I'm carrying, I know who the father is and it's not yours. I've been with both of you and Matt Hardy is more of a man then you'll ever be."

She dropped the mic in disgust, leaving the ring and stomping up the ramp.

"That was...interesting." Edge said as soon as she appeared.

Her response was a growl as she stomped past him. She still had to find Faith.

Chris Jericho would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed by what Lita had just done. He really wasn't impressed though when Kane tried to ruin his set or when Kane threw him over the top rope. No he wasn't really impressed at all. In fact, it really pissed him off and he wasn't afraid to tell Kane that.

The monster had gone backstage, probably to hunt Lita down and he wasn't about to let him get away. He didn't know what came over him and made him say the words he did. He yelled at Kane, calling him all sorts of name. He called him a diva, telling him he didn't have a pair. He did whatever he could to get him back out there and it wasn't until Kane came charging back down the ramp that Chris wondered what the hell was wrong with him and if he was suicidal.

She was a mess. A weak pathetic mess. The bandages on her wrists confirmed that. She was weak, too weak to even take her own life. She was a fucking coward. For what she couldn't decide. Was it because she couldn't take her own life or was it because she tried? It didn't matter, what's done was done and she knew she had been weak again. But once again it had only been for a moment. She regretted it. Had right after she finished the second cut and the blood had started pooling in the sink. She bandaged it up right away and it would be healed tomorrow.

God she was pathetic. She had almost been happy here but she was reminded again that it wasn't allowed. She didn't deserve it. She should never have come here. That's why she was leaving. She had gathered her gear while Lita was in the ring. She knew Chris would watch over her but the monitor had been on nonetheless. She was proud of her red headed friend for stepping up to Kane. The same time she was cursing her, unsure of Kane's reaction.

She had changed out of her Diva clothing and back into her old track pants and sweatshirt. She left the clothes on the bench. Lita would see them, Lita would know what it meant.

Satisfied that Kane wasn't about to attack Lita, she left the locker room and stepped out of the backstage area into the main arena hallways, a hat pulled low over her forehead. This way she'd blend in more and wouldn't have to worry about anyone recognizing her.

She made a quick stop in one of the bathrooms, wanting to change the bandages. The one's she had on had already turned red. No point in walking around with them, she'd just get admitted to some mental hospital. Hmm, maybe that's what she needed.

She left the bathroom, pulling the hat down lower. A voice stopped her cold though and she looked around, her eyes finally coming to rest on a TV.

Kane was making his way down the ramp to Chris who had been taunting him. Faith's eyes bugged out. Was he suicidal? Did he have a death wish?

She stood there watching for a few minutes, contemplating what to do. She couldn't leave him down there with Kane. He said he could handle himself. He had said she wasn't that great. So she should just leave him to deal with Kane by himself. If she wanted to escape, now was the time. She turned to leave and actually took two steps but stopped and turned, looking at the TV again.

Why did she ever come here? Why did she have to start caring about people? She'd just hurt them in the end.

She turned to leave again but hesitated once more.

She let out a sigh. She may regret this later but now, she had to do the right thing.

"She's gone." Lita whispered, staring tearfully at the clothes on the bench.

"You don't know that." Edge said. "Maybe she just decided to change."

"Right." Lita snorted. "And take everything but these clothes with her."

Edge sighed but didn't say anything. How was he supposed to answer that?

"Why?" Lita asked, looking up at him. "I thought she was happy here. Why would she just leave?"

"I don't know." Edge honestly answered. "Something must've happened after she stormed out of here."

He sat down on the bench, picking up the white top Faith had left there. It was wet. Turning it over he saw that the white top was now partially red.

"Oh god." He whispered.

Lita looked down at the top. "Is that...?" she trailed off, paling.

Edge nodded. "We have to find her."

The two jumped up, scrambling for the door a second time that night.

After getting the shit beat out of him for what seemed like hours, he came to a conclusion. He must be suicidal. People who didn't want to die would never call an enraged person down to the ring. Especially if they knew the enraged person wasn't really a person. He probably deserved this after all he had done to faith. Too bad he wouldn't live to see her again.

The crowd started cheering louder and that usually meant someone was coming to his rescue. He risked a glance at the ramp right before Kane knocked him down again but there was no one there. Stupid crowd got his hopes up.

Edge and Lita had looked everywhere but hadn't found Faith. No one else had seen her either.

"Wait." Edge said, grabbing Lita's arm."

"I can't, we have to find her."

"I know, just look."

Lita followed his gaze to a monitor to see Kane beating up on Chris.

"What?" She asked frustrated.

Edge pointed something out to her in the crowd.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

Stupid security. Did they not know who she was? Faith glanced down at herself and smirked. Oh right. The clothes.

But she had pushed past security had made her way through the crowd and people were slowly but surely beginning to recognize her. They cheered for her but they didn't bother her, perhaps knowing her urgency to get to ringside.

She finally reached the barrier only to find herself stopped by security.

"You got to be shitting me." She said, throwing her bag over and ripping off her hat.

Realizing it was one of the divas, he stepped aside and she jumped the barrier, quickly rolling into the ring. Screw wrestling moves. She was going to do what she had to, to get this bastard to the ground.

Dropping to a fighting stance, she called Kane's name. He turned and growled.

"How bout a dance?" she asked.

He charged her.

Chris couldn't believe it. After everything he had done to her, Faith had come to save him, even though she knew what Kane was capable of. This woman was amazing but he wasn't about to let herself go get killed. No, he was going to help and if they both got killed, at least it would be together.

"I'm going." Lita said, running for the ramp.

Edge quickly caught up to her, pulling her back.

"Are you nuts? You're pregnant. Matt will freak if he finds out."

Lita rolled her eyes. "Then I won't get hit. Are you coming?"

"Fine but no stupid risks. Anything happens to you and it'll be my head."

She could only roll he eyes again as she took off running.

Faith kicked Kane in the stomach.

"I've had it up to here with you." She growled, kicking him again.

He was doubled over and she clubbed him in the back of the head.

He straightened up and glared at her. "You will die tonight, Slayer."

"Wow, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that." She said, dodging his punches. "In fact I heard it last night from some little fledging, killed him right after."

She went into a roundhouse, catching him in the face causing him to stumble back.

"And then, the night before-"

She didn't finish as Chris jumped on his back, punching him in the head.

Faith backed up a bit.

"You know, you way with words will one day get you killed."

"It's like a disease." He grunted. "I just don't know when to stop."

Faith shook her head in response.

"Get down." She yelled, taking off at a run.

Chris jumped off and she speared Kane, falling down on top of him as he toppled over. She began punching him.

"As I was saying, Must've heard it at least five times this week."

Kane tried to lift his arms but fFaith dug her knees into them.

"What makes you so special?" She asked as she continued punching him.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll leave me alone, cause once there's no crowd, I won't be afraid to kill you. Got it?" She asked, punctuating it with a punch. She stood up delivering a kick to his face and crushing his nose.

"I'm not afraid of you, you bastard."

Edge and Lita rolled into the ring, Lita jumping on her and sending them both to the ground.

"Thank god you're okay. We found your shirt and the blood and we were so scared."

"Blood?" Chris questioned, helping Faith up. Edge was helping Lita but he briefly squeezed Faith's shoulder.

"What's this?" Chris asked, staring at Faith's bandaged wrist.

She quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover it.

"Nothing." She replied. She rolled out of the ring and grabbed her bag, heading up the ramp. It was useless trying to escape now.

"The three in the ring stared at each other. Lita looked worried but at the same time was happy. Chris looked guilty and upset and Edge, well he knew exactly what was going on. Had figured it out from their brief contact and he was pissed off. He jumped out of the ring to follow Faith, the other two close behind.

"What were you thinking?" Edge asked her as soon as they got back to the locker room. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around

"Dude, chill, okay?" Faith said, a flicker of annoyance and what? Guilt? Crossing her features. "And quit reading me, it's not cool."

She removed his hand from her shoulder.

"Reading you?" Chris asked, confused.

Faith peered at him from around Edge. "Yes, your little buddy is empathic and he thinks he can read me whenever he damn well pleases. Now you're caught up."

"No, I don't think I am fully caught up." He replied, looking pointedly at her wrists.

"Faith, why were you going to leave?" Lita quietly asked.

"Why stay here?" Faith yelled. "I should never have come here in the first place. I wasn't meant to be happy and someone reminded me of that tonight."

Chris looked away in guilt.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Lita cried. "Faith what happened in your past is that exactly, your past. It's done now, it's time to move on."

Faith just looked away, she didn't have the energy to fight right now.

Lita sighed. "Why is there blood on your shirt Faith?"

Faith's head snapped up and she subconsciously rubbed her wrists. "I-I dunno, must've cut myself or something."

"Bullshit." Edge yelled. "Why not tell them what really happened?"

Faith turned and glared at him. "Why don't you butt out? It's my business. I never asked you to read me so leave me the fuck alone."

She pushed past him and stormed out the door.

"What's going on?" Lita asked Edge.

"You didn't see her wrists?"

She shook her head but Chris nodded.

"Did she...?"

"Yeah." Edge confirmed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah got it off of her when I touched her."

Lita stared at the two guys until it hit her.

"Oh god." She whispered. "Faith tried to kill herself, didn't she?"

Edge nodded in confirmation.

"But why? Who?" Lita asked, her lower lip trembling.

Chris looked away in guilt before quietly leaving the room.

It didn't take long to find her. He had been traveling the backstage area for years. Faith had rarely been alone and he could tell she was lost.

He grabbed her shoulder and the next thing he knew he was on his ass.

"Sorry." She said, realizing it was him. "Shouldn't sneak up on a Slayer, especially after she already flipped a creep onto his ass for touching my ass."

"It's okay." He gasped, taking the hand she held out for him. "Who was it?"

"I don't know everyone's name but he was a creep. What do you want?"

"Faith, I'm sorry, for everything. For all I've said. I was an idiot and I never meant to hurt you."

"Me, hurt?" she scoffed. "Please."

"Why did you come out there tonight?"

"I know what Kane is. I knew he'd hurt you, perhaps kill you. I don't need another death on my conscience."

"Another-"

"Forget it." She snapped, waving him away.

Chris grabbed her arm, pulling back her sleeve.

"Why did you do this?" He asked, looking at her with hurt in his eyes.

She roughly pulled her hand away, wincing as she bumped the cut.

"It was an accident."

That just happened to be on both wrists?"

She shrugged, looking away.

"Was this the first time?"

Again she shrugged.

"Faith, answer me."

She looked back at him before dropping her eyes.

"No." she whispered.

He softly swore.

"When?"

"I-I don't know. Haven't since I come here, since I met-" Here she faltered.

"Met who?" He pressed.

She looked up into his eyes. 'You."

Chris groaned, sinking to his knew in front of her.

"And I made you do this. All because I was a jackass. I'm so sorry Faith." He leaned his head against her stomach. Amazed at the tears that had sprung up. How could he do this to her? How could he hurt her like this?"

"You didn't make me do anything."

She whispered, her tone hard. "I picked up the knife, I'm the pathetic one."

"No, you're not." He replied, grabbing her wrists and running his hands over the bandages. "I'm taking you to a doctor."

"No." she replied, pulling away. "No doctors, it'll be healed tomorrow."

"Faith, you can't keep doing this to yourself. Why do you do it?"

"The life of a slayer isn't easy Chris. God knows mine hasn't been."

"But what was so bad you'd want to end your life?"

She sighed and picked him up. "A lot of bad things have happened. Look Chris, I just want to go back to the hotel."

"Can I come with you?"

She nodded. "I would like that."

Together, they turned to leave, Chris reaching out and lacing his fingers with hers.

"I'm sorry." He whispered again.

"Don't be."

"I promise to never give you a reason to do this again."

"Don't make me any promises. They're always broken."

"This one won't be." He replied.

"Faith sighed. "Yeah right."

As they turned the corner, a figure stepped out from behind some equipment. This was very interesting. He could use this to his advantage. He'd have to learn more about the newest Diva who said her name was Faye-Elizabeth. Oh but he had just learned it was faith, and she was a Slayer. And it appeared that meant something. He knew it would explain all the crazy things she did, not to mention he fearlessness.

He was going to find out exactly what a Slayer was and exactly who this Faith person was. There were a lot of insecurities there that he knew he'd be able to play off of. He could use this to his advantage.

He started whistling a happy tune a he walked back to his room. Yup, things were going to get really good around here.

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