I own only Sydney McMahon and any other characters that have yet to be used by the WWE, and as much as I want Shane to be my little pet. He's not and neither are the other characters, no that's all the WWE.
"Hi," she said meekly as she peeked out of the doorway. " There's a call I need to make. It'll just take a second. Then we have to talk."
"Okay," He said walking up to give her a small peck on the cheek." Take all the time you need."
"Do you mind checking in on Patty and Aiden?"
"No Problem. Are you sure your okay?"
"No, but you being here makes it so much easier. And after I make this call we will be better" She exited the room feeling like things were starting to make sense.
"Capt. Dave NeMero Please." She said sighing heavily
"Hello, NeMero this better be good. I've got 20,000 petafiles walking my streets"
"Hello to you too. Crab apple." She said with a slight smile.
"Smith is that you?"
"That's McMahon now."
Shane came out of the children's room who were safe and sound. And began to listen intently to his wife's conversation.
"Really. Lucky fellow. So you got past It. How's Patricia?" Quickly changing the subject.
"That's something you never get past. He sure as hell didn't. I got something in the mail Thursday. He said we've been away from each other way to long. He knows about Patricia. He knows everything." She said as she began to sob.
"Does your husband know?"
"I have to protect him. My children. My unborn child. You know what he did to Jim. That was horrible. I can't bring my husband into that kind of sickness."
It was the same night as the rape. It was her first taste of what was to come. And what kind of sick individual she was dealing with.
She stopped to pick up some dry cleaning and a few beers and a couple of pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Being behind the wheel driving on the roads of Washington D.C. a town rich in history was always relaxing. She always appreciated the architecture of all the monuments.
She finally made it home to her humble abode a beautiful loft with practically nothing but white linen. She thanked the lord she didn't have children or all of her furniture would have been tossed out along time ago. She was ready to flop onto her couch opened up a beer, and looked for a frozen pizza to pop into the microwave. That's when she was horrified by what she saw. She grabbed on to the sides of the faucet and began to vomit. She had opened the freezer door to see the upper body of her partner Jim slain there was nothing the chest up. And His dates head severed. Blood dripped onto the floor. And as she got closer to gaze at the horror that had become of them she saw something engraved into them. On her forehead it said slut, and on Jim's body was a set of directions. Her instinct was to call Dave her Superior, which she did. He told her to wait, but she wanted to kill the bastard. She tied a knife to her side and held a gun firmly in her hand. She was out for blood, but instead she was reduced to a fragile, helpless animal.
"Smith, Sydney are you there?" He asked with great concern.
"Yeah yeah I'm here. I was just thinking about what he did to Jim his fiancée."
"Don't let it get to you again. We're working on bringing that sick-o down, and I know it maybe to much to ask, but we need you. You're the only one he wants to act for."
"Are you crazy! I'm not going to put my family in danger like that. I have 2 kids. One on the way. And a husband who I can't live without and I don't want him to even think about living without me right now."
"I want to bring him down, but if you need time. I'll give you time. I will give your family protection in the meantime."
"Okay. Sounds good. I have to go, but I don't want to sound to mushy, but I love you."
"Ditto. Kitten."
She hung up the phone confident that she could tell her husband everything.
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"Hi," she said meekly as she peeked out of the doorway. " There's a call I need to make. It'll just take a second. Then we have to talk."
"Okay," He said walking up to give her a small peck on the cheek." Take all the time you need."
"Do you mind checking in on Patty and Aiden?"
"No Problem. Are you sure your okay?"
"No, but you being here makes it so much easier. And after I make this call we will be better" She exited the room feeling like things were starting to make sense.
"Capt. Dave NeMero Please." She said sighing heavily
"Hello, NeMero this better be good. I've got 20,000 petafiles walking my streets"
"Hello to you too. Crab apple." She said with a slight smile.
"Smith is that you?"
"That's McMahon now."
Shane came out of the children's room who were safe and sound. And began to listen intently to his wife's conversation.
"Really. Lucky fellow. So you got past It. How's Patricia?" Quickly changing the subject.
"That's something you never get past. He sure as hell didn't. I got something in the mail Thursday. He said we've been away from each other way to long. He knows about Patricia. He knows everything." She said as she began to sob.
"Does your husband know?"
"I have to protect him. My children. My unborn child. You know what he did to Jim. That was horrible. I can't bring my husband into that kind of sickness."
It was the same night as the rape. It was her first taste of what was to come. And what kind of sick individual she was dealing with.
She stopped to pick up some dry cleaning and a few beers and a couple of pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Being behind the wheel driving on the roads of Washington D.C. a town rich in history was always relaxing. She always appreciated the architecture of all the monuments.
She finally made it home to her humble abode a beautiful loft with practically nothing but white linen. She thanked the lord she didn't have children or all of her furniture would have been tossed out along time ago. She was ready to flop onto her couch opened up a beer, and looked for a frozen pizza to pop into the microwave. That's when she was horrified by what she saw. She grabbed on to the sides of the faucet and began to vomit. She had opened the freezer door to see the upper body of her partner Jim slain there was nothing the chest up. And His dates head severed. Blood dripped onto the floor. And as she got closer to gaze at the horror that had become of them she saw something engraved into them. On her forehead it said slut, and on Jim's body was a set of directions. Her instinct was to call Dave her Superior, which she did. He told her to wait, but she wanted to kill the bastard. She tied a knife to her side and held a gun firmly in her hand. She was out for blood, but instead she was reduced to a fragile, helpless animal.
"Smith, Sydney are you there?" He asked with great concern.
"Yeah yeah I'm here. I was just thinking about what he did to Jim his fiancée."
"Don't let it get to you again. We're working on bringing that sick-o down, and I know it maybe to much to ask, but we need you. You're the only one he wants to act for."
"Are you crazy! I'm not going to put my family in danger like that. I have 2 kids. One on the way. And a husband who I can't live without and I don't want him to even think about living without me right now."
"I want to bring him down, but if you need time. I'll give you time. I will give your family protection in the meantime."
"Okay. Sounds good. I have to go, but I don't want to sound to mushy, but I love you."
"Ditto. Kitten."
She hung up the phone confident that she could tell her husband everything.
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