Hunter's voice was suitably grumpy and growly as it floated out from behind Faith. "What the hell are we doing in a cemetary? I can't believe I got talked into this shit. Steph is seriously gonna have to stop hanging out with them."

"No shit." Randy Orton kicked a rock in front of him and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "I'm supposed to be partyin', but I can't because Dave's chick has an affinity for fuckin' graveyards."

Ric Flair looked down to the ground and growled. "My shoes are dirty. Do you know how much these damn things cost? How am I gonna get chicks with dirty shoes? They'll think I'm losin' it."

"Would you all shut the fuck up." Dave shook his head and moved forward. "I don't wanna be here, either, and if Steph hadn't thought it was so great an idea, then I could've talked her out of it. Blame Steph. Don't blame Faith."

"It was Faith's idea," Hunter told him. "I knew that crazy bitch was trouble."

"SH!" Faith whirled around and glared at them. The talking got on her nerves, and it wasn't because they were talking shit about her. There was a reason that she was in this graveyard. She didn't know what that reason was exactly, but it would come to her as soon as they shut up and let her senses work.

Every time she walked past a headstone, she felt the urge to touch it. They passed one shaped like an angel and she carefully rested her hand against the edge of one wing. She didn't know what she was expecting to happen, but she felt a strong rush of relief when nothing happened at all. It was just another grave with wilted flowers adorning the site.

The plan hadn't originally been to go to the cemetary. Who really made plans to troll a cemetary, anyway? Especially dressed in their finest. All of the men were in expensive suits. Trish Stratus was wearing a short silver dress that swished around her thighs. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley was dressed in a pinstripe power suit. Faith had on black slacks and a baby blue blouse. They were supposed to be going to a club. Faith had dragged them to the cemetary.

"We're hunting ghosts!" Stephanie turned around and grinned. "How are we going to find ghosts if you're talking? They'll run away."

"It's something new, guys." Trish turn and stood next to Stephanie. The two started walking backwards and Trish said, "We always do the same thing. Party, party, live like Evolution's pretending to be the Horsemen, blah blah blah. It's fun and all, but sometimes, a girl likes something new."

"And what's more new than trolling a cemetary?"

"We could have a seance or something." Trish laughed and turned to Stephanie. "Whaddya think? It could be fun."

"We don't have candles, though, and I always thought you needed candles for that. Or at least a Ouija board."

"Or silence, so a girl can think." Faith looked at both women and shook her head. Over the past few months, she'd seen them form some strange brand of camaraderie that Faith didn't exactly understand. They didn't particularly like each other in the way of best friends, but they had a certain respect for one another. If anyone outside of their circle said something bad about either of them, the other would take them to school, but they were allowed to say anything. They probably wouldn't have been so nice with each other had they not had the common enemies of Hunter, Ric, Randy and Dave at the moment.

Faith thought the reason she fit so well with the women was because there was no bullshit in them. They were honest with her, even if it was something she didn't want to hear. In turn, they allowed her to be honest with them without instantly calling her a bitch when she opened her mouth. It didn't hurt, either, that Trish was a fighter. She got in the ring and she tore it down. Even though Stephanie wasn't an actual wrestler, she still worked out, and the three of them could go to the gym with no problem. They all went their own place and didn't complain about the freakish speed that Faith had when she worked out. They were tough and ruthless, and not everyone's best friend. Faith fit right into their category. At the moment, though, they were just loud.

Faith turned and stared out into the darkness. This was what she truly hated about her amnesia. Things happened to her and she didn't know why. Late at night, she would wake up with a feeling that she should be outside, looking for something. Tonight, she felt that something was out there waiting for her. She had felt that way ever since her match with Victoria, and now it was only getting worse.

She stepped forward, then stopped as her insides twisted in knots. She bent forward and before she knew it, there were hands on her arms. She almost gave a hip-toss to the person until she realized it was Dave. She heard him talking in her ear and she shook her head. She couldn't understand his words. Slowly, she pulled herself back to standing straight and searched around. Absently, she pushed Dave back.

"Everybody back," she said, taking a step forward. "Something's here."

"Very fuckin' funny, Faith." Randy growled and moved up to stand next to Trish. "I'm not finding this shit funny at all."

"Shut up, Orton, or none for you tonight!" Trish looked at Faith and nodded. "Go on."

"There's something about her," Stephanie said softly, standing between Ric and Hunter. "She's... I don't' know. It's almost weird, but she's interesting as hell."

Faith ignored all of their words and kept moving forward. Her fists were balled in front of her, ready to protect herself and strike all at the same time. She thought she should have had some kind of weapon, but there was nothing around. She searched the ground ahead of her and caught sight of a fallen branch. She picked it up quickly, brandishing it like a knife.

Something moved past her quickly and she heard a grunt. She whirled around and saw Hunter getting back to his feet. "What the hell was that!" He brushed his suit off and looked around. "What the..."

Something came at him again, and this time, he went careening through the air and into a tree. Next was Randy, thrown to the ground easily. Trish and Stephanie screamed as they were grabbed from behind. Ric and Dave rushed forward to fight the attackers off, but there were too many and they had a strength that didn't make sense. They picked off the other two men of Evolution easily before going back to attack the women.

Faith ran over to them in a blur and started kicking and punching. She jumped up in a spin and kicked a man with short black hair in the head. He went flying back and she advanced on him. Out the corner of her eye, she saw the others getting back up. Hunter and Ric were working on the one that had Stephanie. Dave and Randy had the one holding Trish. They were fine, Faith thought. She had two of her own to take care of.

As the brunette was getting up a blond came up from behind her and grabbed her around the waist. She threw her head back to hit him in the face, then forced him over her shoulder. He jumped up to his feet and she fought more. Her hands were a blur as she punched the face and body. She stepped back, then jumped up and nailed him with a perfect dropkick. The stick she'd been holding earlier had fallen from her hand and there was only her body to use as a weapon.

Testing out her strength, she picked the blond up and powerbombed him to the ground. She went for it again, but the brunette was behind her. He grabbed her by the hair and Faith fought. "Not the hair!" She brought her arms up to break his hold, then shot out with a foot to the midsection. Despite her martial arts skills, it was her wrestling techniques that came to mind. She shoved his head under her arm and gave him a DDT. In the ring, she would have protected whomever she did the move on. In the cemetary, she made sure that his nose crunched against the ground.

"Slayer!" She whirled, even though she had no idea what that meant. She just knew that it was meant for her. The blond that had just been by her feet was now across the way, standing behind Dave. He had the big man's arm bent at an unbearable angle behind his back.

Faith ran straight forward. At the last minute, she yelled, "Jump!" Dave went up as far as he could and Faith slid under him. She speared the blond to the ground. She jumped up and stomped him in the face until there was nothing left there but a bloody mess. When she got to her feet and looked around, the others of the attacking group were running.

"Ha!" Faith jumped up and down with excitement. "Now was that the shit, or what! That was wicked cool! Oh my GOD!" She turned to see Dave massaging his shoulder. "Oh, come on, you're alright, aren't you?"

"I'm fine." He rotated his arm, then shook his head. "What the hell... You were like a crazy person."

"No shit! It was wild! I took two of 'em at once!" She looked around. The others were battered, but they were alright. "Looks like you did pretty good, too. Talk about a night not like the norm, huh?"

"Uh, can we stick to seances next time?" Stephanie shuddered. "And can we get the hell out of here? You seriously hurt that guy and we don't wanna be around when the cops show up."

"Uh.. Guys?" Trish gulped. Her hand was shaking as she pointed behind Faith. She leaned against Randy, and he wrapped a protective arm around her. Faith noticed that a thin line of blood ran down her neck and knew that soon, Trish would realize it, too. "That guy, um... with the face all gone? He's getting back up."

Faith whirled around as he came to his feet. He lashed out at her, then everything seemed to go in slow motion. She dropped down to the ground. Her hand fell on top of a stick and she picked it up. She came to her feet in a spinning motion. Standing sideways, she struck out. The end of the stick drove into his heart. She yanked it out, and suddenly, he burst into a cloud of ashes. She stood in shock as the ashes fell into a pile on the ground.

Everything was quiet, and Faith thought for a moment that her hearing had gone out on her. She looked around to see that everyone was staring at her in shocked silence. She swallowed hard, then looked back down to the ground. She stepped backwards until her back hit the solid wall of Dave's body. Jumping, she turned to him and said the only thing she could think of. "What the hell is going on?"