Author's Notes – See...I told you there were two chapters this time! I thought about waiting to put this up but oh well...here you go. You'll notice, I skip ahead in time a little with this...so we are at that point in time where I can say there are only 2 chapters left in this fic. So enjoy what's left of this fic...hope it doesn't disappoint.
I normally have the thank yous right here, but since there are none for chapter 16 yet, I decided I'd ask a question here instead. I'm trying to figure out who the unfortunate couple in the next installment of the Faithful Sacrifices Series will be...yep...I like this fic and the first in it's series so I want to continue it, but who will it be. I'm running out of ideas for couples but maybe you all can help me come up with a good pairing I might use in the next of this series.
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That's all for now, hope to be back with another update soon!
Tink
Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.
Running Out of Time
It was 3:30 in the morning and Jason Reso lay in bed wide awake. He looked over the beautiful form of his peacefully sleeping girlfriend and though back on the last three weeks. They were the best three weeks of his life and he didn't want it to end. But today...today was the day that it was all going to end, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It killed him to think that just after their show tonight Trish would be out of his life forever.
He couldn't let it happen. He would do something, anything, to stop Trish from going out to her car to meet her fate. If he had to tie her to a chair and lock the doors, he would. Trish wasn't going to die tonight.
"Tonight baby, I want it done tonight," a female voice said sternly.
"But, how will I get her alone? That Reso bastard won't leave her side." A male voice pointed out. "Are you sure we have to do this? Can't we just injure the bitch? Killing her just doesn't seem right."
"Don't question me," the woman yelled slapping her accomplice. "If we don't kill her then you'd get caught and I want you to be with me when I finally get what I deserve. And don't worry about Jason; I'll make sure they're separate."
"Fine, but I still don't feel right about this."
"Oh but baby remember what I said will happen when you finish the job? You want that don't you? You want it to be just you and me, none of these other guys. I'll be forever yours and only yours. You do want that, don't you baby?" The man just nodded. "Good then make sure I get what I want, and I'll make sure you get what you want." The woman smiled sadistically and pulled the man closer to her and kissed him passionately.
Later that night
Jay walked down the arena hallway and knocked softly on the door of the women's locker room. Within no time Trish came to the door carrying her gym bag and purse and smiled at her boyfriend.
"You ready to go back to the hotel?" Jay asked though that hotel was the last place on Earth he wanted to be.
"Uh no, I've got to go talk to Vince," Trish pouted. "He wants to go over the next pay per view with me and what's going to happen to me on TV in the future."
"Oh, well that's okay, I'll wait." Jay said escorting her down the hallway.
"You don't have to do that." Trish shrugged. "We drove separate remember?"
"But I want to, really..."
"But I want you to go back to the hotel, chill some wine, get that really big Jacuzzi tub filled up, and wait for me," Trish said seductively. "Please, I shouldn't be too long and I promise I'll make it up to you when I get there."
"Fine," Jay sighed, "I'll see you up at our room."
"Great!" Trish said giving him a quick kiss. "I'll see you soon and don't forget about that Jacuzzi tub!" Trish kissed him once more then took off down the hall to speak with the boss. When she turned the corner and was out of sight, Jay punched the wall in frustration.
At the hotel
Jay had done everything Trish had asked him to, but where as in any other circumstance he would normally already be undressed waiting for Trish's return to give her a...warm welcome, he was dressed in some track pants, one of his shirts, and some running shoes. In ten minutes Trish's shooting would be taking place and he was prepared to do all he could to stop her from going out to that parking lot.
"You can't stop this Jason, how many times do I have to say that?" Lionel said appearing suddenly behind him.
"I can't just stand by and let her go out there to get shot!" Jay yelled.
"You don't have a choice! I told you when all of this started what would eventually have to happen to Miss Stratus and that time has now come." Lionel explained. "Now stand aside and let fate take its course. You've already done all you can for her."
"No! I won't let her go!"
"Jay..." Trish said on the other side of the door. "Jay are you there?"
"Trish! Trish honey stay there!" Jay yelled trying to get towards the door.
"Jay...are you there? I left my card out in the car by accident; I need you to let me in...Are you there?" It was as if she couldn't hear Jay on the other side of the door as he yelled and tried to run towards the door. As he ran he was suddenly stopped by some unseen force as Lionel stood there and watched.
"Trish I'll be right there! Don't go to your car! Please, just don't go to your car!" Jay yelled still trying to move. "Let me go to her!"
"Jay...damn it you're not here..." Trish then turned and walked down the hallway.
"Trish no!"
"You can't stop this Jason; just let fate take its course."
"I can't let her die, I love her. Please, I'll do anything!" Jay pleaded.
"Anything," Lionel repeated as the realization finally clicked in Jason's head. How Adam saved Amy and his only way to save Trish. Suddenly the force that held him was released and the door opened. Jason bolted down the hallway and the stairs. He got to the hotel lobby and ran as quick as he could dodging the people in the hallway. He ran instinctively through the parking lot's maze to where he remembered Trish had parked her car.
One more lane to go; then he saw her as the shooter came out of the shadows. Running faster, he saw the man pull out a gun. He pulled the trigger just as Jason got there to push Trish out of the way of the speeding bullet just before it tore through his own flesh. He laid on the ground bleeding and in the most pain he had experienced in his entire life and he caught a good look at the shooter's face before he ran away then he saw Trish's crying face.
"I love you," he whispered through pain then everything went black.
