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 pairing, still looking for a pairing for Victoria, but am seriously leaning towards Jericho. He's hot. That's all I'm gonna say.
Rating: PG-13, some chapters may evolve into R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in or related to the WWE.
Author's note: Reviews make me happy, so if you read, TELL ME!
Chapter Three: Dead Woman Walking
"Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all…"
-Field of Innocence, Evanescence
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
The seconds, minutes, hours, they all seemed to drag by as time moved on. In and out of this world, into the next, she slept, occasionally. She was restless and bright eyed, hungry and full. There were no books to read but the few magazines one of the nurses had left her from the waiting room. So far, Victoria had read all about the wonders of sex during pregnancies and making a delicious low fat chocolate cheesecake. Chocolate. If there was one thing she was craving above all else…
It had been exactly 38 hours and 14 minutes since she had woken up from her deep, painful slumber, and her friends had surrounded her with warmth and love. The voices had receded for a small time for now. They befuddled the Diva, made her wonder about her sanity. She had seen and done many things in her years as a woman and a child alike, and nothing compared to the intensity that the voices held.
They spoke to her in both dreams and reality, but Victoria had ignored them. Leftover anxiety from the accident. Stress. Nightmares. A thousand explanations! She wasn't crazy. Sure, she could get a little insane on the screen sometimes, but for the most part, she knew herself and was quite aware of her stable mentality.
Nothing to worry about my dear. We all know your not crazy.
"Damn right." She mumbled, and froze, then ducked under her blankets.
-
At hour 40, a doctor came in. He was a very logical and plain looking man with grey hair and clean hands that smelled of Lysol orange soap. Victoria caught herself staring at them as he spoke. They jittered nervously, tapping the sides of his pants, fiddling with his pockets. It was quite interesting, but altogether a little unnerving.
His visit, as he explained, was to inform her she was allowed to go home. Her friends had been hounding him for information and were patiently waiting outside the door, like jackals willing and ready to tackle a fresh piece of meat.
'So that's why he's nervous…' came the thought the trailed through Victoria's mind as she patiently waited for the man to finish his speech.
He gave her instructions of what to do and not to do. She'd be back at Raw by next week's show, but had to be careful. Take nothing stronger then Advil for the pain, and consult a therapist if she was having any problems getting over her accident.
"Some people never get over things like this." He stated blandly, and blinked, continuing onward with his speech.
Victoria gave him a raised eyebrow at the statement. She was in good health, he finished, stating there would be few nasty bits of aftermath from the accident she'd have to worry about. Try not to get hit with anything to the head very much, it may upset something inside.
"And, Miss Victoria, please remember: don't get hit by a car again." He ended lamely, and offered her a sympathetic smile. Victoria shyly grinned back, and nodded, "It'll be tough, but alright. I think I'll just take the bus next time, though." They shared a soft, polite laugh, the bland kind that is meant for show, nothing else. At the moment, despite her boredom and willingness to be amused by anything that came by, she was the furthest from a jolly mood she'd been all week.
Maybe it was just paranoia, but the voices seemed louder. People who weren't there were there.
Paranoia. That was it.
-
An hour later, Victoria was cocooned in a pile of soft comforters in the backseat of Nidia's car. It was a large, SUV type of beast, and seated the five girls comfortably. They lounged on the seats, shoes off, radio playing softly. Nidia had jovially declared Victoria's good health and coming home was a celebration, so they had stopped for ice cream as they made their way back onto the highway, which was why the taste of chocolate milkshake was lingering upon the black haired woman's lips.
The voices were gone for now, thus relaxing Victoria to a point when she had forgotten them completely, passing it off for echoes from the hallway and her own disoriented state in the hospital. It was a perfectly logical and reasonable explanation and Victoria, though not so logical and reasonable herself, was quite pleased with it. So that was the explanation. It had to be. She wasn't insane. She wasn't some sixth sense wannabe.
She was…Victoria.
Nidia's driving was smooth and her car hummed gently. Victoria's eyes dropped, and she reached of with a foot to poke Christy's elbow. Through a yawn, the Diva asked her something about her work on drop kicks, but never got an answer as she slowly drifted into a sleep.
-
"I'm worried about Victoria, guys." Lita's voice was low and soft as she stared at her friend's sleeping form. Stacy turned, and licked the last trace of vanilla ice cream from her lips, "Li, she did just get out of a car crash…we're all worried."
"She's different…No el mismo como antes." Nidia's voice was heavy and dark, the Spanish rolling over her tongue. Lita nodded enthusiastically, translating, "Not the same as before. She seems…Haunted. Troubled."
Christy turned, and the red head watched the young woman stretched on the seats behind them. One of Victoria's hands twitched and fell off the seat, brushing the floor. Her milkshake cup rolled past her fingers, brushing skin was colorful plastic and paper.
"She's not giving away as much as there is. I think something happened to her during that accident." Christy said, and her voice grew a little bolder at the other girl's looks of realization. "Maybe she saw something, felt something. Out of body experiences, you know. The things we always see on TV, an Unsolved Mystery sort of situation."
Stacy sighed, and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes, "Whatever it is, we'll never figure it out by ourselves. Let the girl sleep."
Within an hour, all of them were asleep, except Nidia, who drove onward into the bloodshot sunset, silent and thoughtful.
-
She was back inside the hospital.
The white walls and soft sheets around her were a blinding light as she blinked to regain her sense of sight. But everything was blurred.
"She's not awake yet. Poor dear. We'll have to operate immediately."
No. No! She was awake. Victoria tried to jump up and out of the bed, letting out a deafening scream, only to find she couldn't move. Her arms were bound with leather restraints. White leather.
The faces around her were smiling, unaware and happy looking. They were skeleton faces, the kinds you see in nightmares. The kind of faces that will awaken a child to screams and tears.
Their grinning teeth were rotted and mossy, cracked and grey-green, as they chuckled and chattered. No eyes were in their sockets, but splatters of blood dribbled downward from the empty darkness. Their hands were fondling knives and one of their hands clutched an axe. Bits of flesh hung off their bones. They dressed in crisp clean, hospital clothing, nurses and a doctor. He lolled his head towards her, and held the axe over his head.
"Don't worry, honey. You'll be all better soon."
He swung the axe down, and-
-
"Victoria, we're here…"
The voice of Christy brought Victoria from her dream. She lifted her head, startled, a cold sweat running over her skin. She relaxed within a moment after seeing the face of her friend, that was cheery and unconcerned, a drastic change from the anxiety playing across her features a few nights ago.
The girls were staying in a hotel in New York, where the next show was being held. Instead of being in the city, for Victoria's sake, they opted for a quite place just outside the bustling crowds.
The raven-haired Diva gave her friend a smile, and slowly climbed from the car, slipping on a pair of sandals Lita tossed her so she wouldn't have to feel the gravel driveway through her thin socks.
The crisp, fresh air felt like the essence of heaven after being confined to a car for several hours. Victoria breathed in deeply, as Nidia closed her door for her, and they started inside the hotel.
It was a pleasant, quiet place, complete with a plush red carpet and an outdoor pool. Nidia and Stacy went immediately to the front desk to get the keys to their room, while Victoria looked around. It was big, but not big enough as to make her feel belittled.
A bouquet of roses caught her eye, sitting placidly on a table. She moved towards them, and bent her face down to breathe in their fragrance deeply. It was a summer scent, but something was sour about the delicate fumes. She noticed a car sitting by the table. Looking around carefully, as to make sure no one was watching her reading, well, someone else's private business, probably a lover to another, she snuck a peek at the little white slip. Her eyes scanned it, and it dropped to the floor, her hand going limp, as she took a step back.
The inscription on the card?
'Dearest Victoria,
Welcome home. I see you've chosen a nice place to get your fucking throat. Or maybe you'd rather be thrown out a window? We can do anything you want…as long as it ends with you belonging to us. Have fun going insane, bitch!
Love,
Your Dead Friends'
-Jinx
