Title: Finally Woken
Author: Moonstar75
Email: NC-17
Content: Graphic sex scenes, mentions of attempted rape, abuse
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the names you recognize and Vince McMahon owns all the wrestlers souls.
Distribution: Cristal, Megan all others please ask.
Summary: Molly is surprised to find a saviour in an unexpected co-worker.
Life has a terrible habit of kicking a person in the ass.
Or so Molly Holly thought as she finished off her fourth drink of the night as she watched her ex boyfriend and former best friend grope each other on the dancefloor of the bar they had appropriated. Gene Snitsky and Trish Stratus were doing everything in their power to make Molly's life miserable. Ever since that day, two months ago when Molly had walked into the room she shared with Trish to find her best friend and Gene in bed together, her life had been one huge mess. Her self-confidence, already low, had taken a dramatic nosedive and now she took even less interest in her appearance.
Getting the barkeep's attention, Molly gestured toward her glass, indicating she wanted another drink. A small frown marred the old bartender's face, but he did as she requested, filling her glass with yet another shot of Tequila 1800. Leaving the cute brunette to attempt to drown her sorrows even further, he made his way to the opposite end of the bar, where a large man sat, half hidden in shadow
He was still nursing the beer he'd order an hour ago when he'd first arrived at the bar. His eyes narrowed as Molly tossed back half of her drink in one shot. She'd been getting steadily drunk since a little bit before he'd ordered his beer. He knew this, because he was watching for Snitsky when he'd seen her enter the bar, shortly before his nemisis did.What in the hell did she have to mourn over? he thought as he glanced toward the dancefloor at the company whore, Trish Stratus.
Behind her was the new freak, Gene Snitsky, the man he'd grown to dislike as their storyline had progressed and now loathed with a passion after what he'd done to Molly. As far as Trish was concerned, well... she was like the town bicycle. Everyone got a ride.
Turning back to the bar, the large man looked over just in time to see Molly's black leather jacket clad back, walk out the door. Tossing some bills on the bar, he hurried after her, wanting to make sure she would be okay getting back to the hotel.
He couldn't count how many times he'd done this in the last two months: follow Molly to a bar, make sure no one gave her any "unwanted attention", follow her to the hotel, make sure she got to her room, then finally found his way to his own room for a little rest.
It seemed that tonight would be no different.
Molly hurried down the sidewalk, having opted to walk back to the hotel rather than take a cab. It was a cold, crisp night and her breath made little puffs of white clouds as she quickened her pace. She kept her head down, and walked hurriedly past two very large men.
She didn't get a good look at either of them until she felt a sudden jerk on her arm.
"Well, hey there, sugar...where you goin' such a hurry?" Molly tried to jerk her arm free but knew it was no use when she felt the hot, rancid breath of the other man at her neck. He gripped her shoulders punishingly and whirled her around.
"It isn't nice to walk by and not say anything, baby..." Molly's mouth felt dry and she suddenly wished more than anything that she'd taken a cab back to the hotel.
"P-please...I just w-wanna get..." The evil man laughed, getting upclose into Molly's face. She took note of the deep pockmarked scars on his rather wide face, his missing teeth and the inky blackness of his eyes. She knew that if she
survived whatever they did to her, she'd have to be able to identify them.
"Just wanna get what, baby? Just wanna get laid?" he laughed demonically and reached down with one had to try and fondle her through the thickness of her coat. Instinct took over as Molly's knee jerked in an attempt to knee him in the crotch. He barely missed the blow and immediately delivered a swift punch to her head, dazing her momentarily.
With a snarl, he dragged her toward the ally, his accomplice chuckled maniacally as he followed. "So, you like to play rough, eh baby? Well, that's alright. I like a woman with a little spunk..." He crushed his lips to hers , the smell , feel and taste of him making her want to retch. She swung out with a hard right hook and connected firmly with the side of his head.
"God damnit!" he shrieked, gripping the side of his head. With a closed fist he knocked Molly to the ground. "Alright , you little bitch, let's see how you like it now..." his words suddenly faded as she heard an angry growl come from some distance away. She tried to force her eyes open but could only listen as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh met her ears, along with the occasional curse.
She finally wretched her eyes open to see someone she never thought she'd see come to her rescue, towering over her with a look of concern in his different colored eyes. As unconsciousness slipped over her and her vision faded to black around the edges, she heard herself whisper the name of her hero.
"Kane?..."