Twisted
Summary: Slight AU After Victoria has a near death experience, strange things begin happening to her. She begins to see-but her gift, her curse, may drive her to the brinks of insanity and she cannot go back.
Characters: Victoria, Kane, Lita, Undertaker, Eugene…Many more. Lita/Kane tastes, still looking for a pairing for Victoria.
Rating: PG-13, some chapters may evolve into R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in or related to the WWE.
Authors Note: A few days ago, in a fit of inspiration, I started writing the ending chapter. It cannot be entirely completed, but I think I have the ending to the story. My problem with writing short stories is I never have the inspiration to finish because I can't get the right ending. This is a good sign for Twisted-it means I might be able to finish.
Chapter Two: "Why Aren't You Dead?"
"Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone…"
-Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Green Day
"Victoria…"
"Sweetie, wake up…"
"Please wake up…"
The gentle voices broke through the cloudy haze within Victoria's mind. A steady beeping sound was emitting next to her, and the outside world, the reality beyond her tightly shut eyelids, it seemed bright.
The light…
She shuddered, and opened her eyes. Several sets stared back at her, worry and concern muddled in them. Light filtered through a window with white curtains, and somewhere outside, a bird sang gently.
It was a hospital room, Victoria noted. She looked down at her arm, that felt very heavy, and saw an IV needle sticking into it. She grimaced, and felt the urge to vomit. She did not like needles.
The people around her bed looked pale and scared. They were her best friends, comrades and warriors alike in the world of wrestling, although one of them didn't even work for it anymore, meaning Nidia. The Hispanic woman was sitting in a chair by her bed, clutching one of her hands worriedly. Her clothes were wrinkled, sunken shadows beneath her normally bright eyes. They had remained close friends even after she was cut loose, and were slowly working on getting her to return to wrestling.
Lita was pacing the room slowly, a definite, but small limp on one leg, the fiery redhead moving in short, uninspired bursts, staring at her face. Her hands were shaking, and she was tying and untying the nylon string on the front of her sweatpants. At the site of Victoria awakening, she gave a soft gasp, and walked to stand beside Nidia.
"It's been two…" Her voice faded, and she ran her hands through her hair, looking near tears. This was not the woman Victoria knew. Lita was strong, very strong. What had happened to her…?
On her other side, the natural beauty of Stacy Keibler seemed ashen, as her head rested upon the bed's disheveled sheets, sleeping peacefully. At the sound of Lita's voice, her head shot up, and she looked around hurriedly, then grabbed Victoria's other hand, "Thank God…"
The last face in the room was Christy Hemme herself, standing by her shoulder, the sparkplug at a loss for words, and gripping her shoulder gently, as if Victoria was suddenly a delicate porcelain woman. All four of the women were dressed in sweatpants, jeans, and baggy clothing, as if they had decided to get dressed in the middle of the night to escape something terrible. No makeup, hair askew, shoes without socks…
Victoria gave a weak smile to all of them, and closed her eyes again. They knew she would wake up again this time. But right now, she needed to sleep, because somehow it was too quiet.
Hello Victoria.
She didn't know where the voice was coming from, or who it was, but she was running, running, running away. It was a bad voice. It wanted to hurt her, to drive her away from all she loved, her comfort, her stability in life.
Can't hide, can you?
Her mind was screaming at her. The darkness had allowed her inside, but the light was following, a black blinding enchantment. She wouldn't be able to escape it. The darkness was weak against it. She remembered a quote from a book she had read when she was a child-
There is no hiding in darkness if there is but one spark of light, isn't that right Victoria? We both know what your thinking, did you know that…
How did it know her thoughts? This thing knew her secrets, her hopes, her dreams. It wanted them gone. It feed off her insanity, her fear. It was…
I'm nothing Victoria. Nothing, nobody…but I'm also everyone who came before you. I'm their legacy and their dying light.
Why don't you join us?
When she awoke again, the room was dark. The four girls were sleeping peacefully around the room. Nidia had claim of a cot she was sharing with Christy, who was half slipping off it, cocooned in a plain blue blanket. Stacy was in a chair, head resting by her feet. Victoria wiggled her toes briefly; just to make sure she could move them. Stacy did not stir, the blonde lost and dead to the world.
Lita was on the cold tile floor, head on a white pillow, stolen from a closet. Aperson stood over her,the form of aman. Victoria gasped, and stared athim ashe bent over the redhead. But as she observed more carefully, the raven haired woman saw they were tucking a blanket around Lita, her shoulders bare and pale in the moonlight streaming through the window before the dark material slipped over them.
The man kissed Lita's cheek briefly, and she stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent. He straightened, and Victoria saw it was Kane. He stared at her, blankly, the unbridled rage and fury within him ebbing for the moment. He pressed a finger to his lips, and slipped form the room, body language, as always, hostile and in control.
For the moment.
Victoria's head dropped back on the pillow, and she sighed. Sleep again…she'd think more tomorrow, when she would be awake form this moonlit dream.
A gentle hand was the greeting to morning as the black haired Diva woke, finally coherent and understanding to the world. A slightly better looking Nidia was touching her cheek, a soft smile on her face. In one hand she held a Styrofoam cup. Victoria smelled a flash of oranges.
"The doctor said you could start eating like a normal person again." Came the whisper from her mouth, and the smile widened as Victoria accepted the cup and tasted the drink.
Around her, the rest of the Divas were waking. Stacy lifted her head, and flopped it back down, groaning something about the evils of steel chairs. Lita was rolling around a little, before opening her eyes, and staring in question at the blanket around her. She licked her lips, and stood anyways, wrapping the cover around her. Christy was stretching lazily, rolling her head and shoulders. Victoria proudly noted the power that was growing in her arms from all their training together.
All the while, she lay there, sipping the orange juice, quiet and peaceful, her nightmare the furthest thing from her mind.
The other girls became anxious and happy when they saw their friend awake and bright eyed. When she finished her drink, Stacy hesitantly started, "How…how are you feeling? We were…"
"…worried." The rest of them finished, and Victoria grinned weakly in spite of herself.
"I feel good. By the way, all of you look like shit right now, did you know that?"
Lita rolled her eyes, "This is the thanks we get, girls, for sleeping on your hospital room floor for three nights. Much love, Victoria."
"Three days!" Victoria's eyes went wide, "What happened to me? Did I fall off a cliff…or…"
The events of July 7th passed through her mind, slowly and broken sequenced, as Christy began to talk, her voice soft.
"Victoria, sweetie, you got into a car accident. A drunk driver pummeled into you and knocked you off a bridge."
"The water…" Victoria murmured, "I remember water. Then I hit my head on something and…"
"You smashed our head on your dashboard and nearly snapped your neck." Lita took over, and dropped her eyes to the floor. "The car flooded with water, and there was a big crack in the windshield. The doctors think that you probably went unconscious after you hit your head." She reached a hand out and touched the left side of Victoria's head. For the first time, the raven tressed woman noticed the numbness there, winced as Lita touched it. The red head drew her hand away.
Stacy spoke now, clutching her hands together, "A man saw the accident, and called the ambulance in. The other man was fine. He's going to jail right now. The guy who rescued you was really nice, but he disappeared after the police got there. We never got to thank him. He saved your…"
Victoria began to think again, mind racing. She couldn't remember anything after the light. So she said, slowly, the first question that came to her mind, "How long was I under the water?"
Nidia's voice came out as a squeak, "Nearly fifteen minutes. Your car was pretty far under by the time the guy got to you."
You should be dead.
You should be buried.
The voices came to Victoria. She did not know who they belonged to. Surely none of her friends had said such a horrible thing. Lita leaned over and hugged Victoria tightly, "We thought we lost you. Oh, Victoria, we're all so happy…"
Why aren't you dead?
Why are you still alive?
What made you different from us?
You cheating bitch, you should be rotting in the river right now!
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?
The other three moved in to gently embrace their friend. Victoria stared, impassive, over their shoulders, eyes frozen with fear.
Why wasn't she dead?
Replies:
Cenababe1: Thanks for the review, you were the first! I'm not to keen on adding Batista, thanks though. Most stories are really concentrating on him and Orton right now, and I'd like to stray from the genres. I'm looking for someone…different.
Funky In Fishnet: Much love to you.
Y2J Chris Jericho: Nice review. No, I'm not pairing her with Eugene, he'll be one of the centrally different characters in the story. Prepare to see a different side of him then most do. Steven is a possibility, but I'm not sure. I'll probably end up with him, I'm not sure.
Mizz Molko: Thank you! Emotion is what makes the world go round.
Phoenix-Satori10: I'm happy to have people reading. :)
Thanks to all my readers, and goodnight. Expect Chapter 3 within 1 week, unless something goes wrong.
Jinx (Elizabeth Jennifer)
