Title: Imaginary
Author: Steffie
Rating: PG 13 (violence, a little drama, language and slight sexuality)
Summary: In the world where vengeance is seen as an international delicacy, female vixens take things to the extreme but unleashing their fury on the wrong set of people.
Main Characters: FEMALE: Molly Holly, Dawn Marie, Trish, Victoria, Ivory, Stephanie McMahon, Lita
MALE: Randy Orton, John Cena, Dave Batista, Undertaker, Eddie Guerrero among others.
Note: Completely AU, this is a world of vampires and slayers and all things supernatural.
Note 2: Title from the song by evanescence. Most of the story will be played with their music
Disclaimer: I own none of the above-mentioned people, or anything mentioned in this fic.
"Well, what can you tell me Dr. Guerrero?" the ambulance driver asked. Eddie Guerrero sighed, standing up from his squatting position. Taking off his rubber gloves, he sighed again, looking at the skinny ruffled driver. A tired look on his face, he ran a hand through his slightly spiked hair, shoving the gloves in his bag. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he pressed his back against the side of the ambulance, offering the driver a cigarette as well.
"Nothing but ashes. Somebody must have burnt some rubble or garbage," the forensic anthropologist replied. A frown crossed the Latin lover's face as he had hoped to find something more, something more then just garbage, something real and worth taking the time to look over. "And you are upset about that?" the driver asked, seemingly confused by Eddie's facial expression. Eddie shrugged, lighting his cigarette. "Yeah kinda," he mumbled.
"So you actually want to find a dead body or something?" the driver asked, a slight gasp in his voice. Eddie chuckled, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "Well yes and no," he replied. The driver shot Eddie another confused look. "How so?" he asked, taking the lighter and lighting his own cigarette. Eddie in return kept quiet for a moment, looking out in front of him, deep in thought.
What did he really want? Did he really want to find a dead body, maybe evidence of a murder scene, suicide, anything that could be seen as a crime? Did he really want to have to break it to someone's family that he found a dead family member? Or did he want to find a corpse so that he could do what he loved to do? It may seem cruel, but Eddie wanted some excitement. It had been a while since he could do his job properly. And the only way for him to do his job was for him to have a corpse in the first place. Granted, it had been a while since he had been given a case. Odd he thought. Suddenly there were no mysterious corpses on the streets of New York.
"Doctor?" the driver called out when Eddie didn't reply. Eddie himself was deep in thought, the furrowing of his brows making it obvious. But he shook out of his gaze at the sound of the driver's voice. He chuckled for a moment, as though embarrassed by his trail of thought. "Maybe one day you'll understand kid. One day you'll know what it is like to feel the rush and the excitement of your job," the Latin replied, before turning, making his way back to the passenger side of the ambulance. The driver nodded, taking the hint that he wanted to leave.
"Don't worry Doctor. This is New York City. Dead bodies pile up on a daily basis," the driver sighed before turning on the ignition and driving away. Eddie nodded, and turned his gaze to the window. "I hope so kid," he mumbled almost inaudibly. After seeing a huge billboard of a Loreal Model, Eddie realized that this was the first time he actually LOOKED at New York City. Granted he had been living there for about 5 months, it was only now that he took the time to look around. The driver noticed this and a smile smirk crossed his face.
"Too busy working to enjoy the sight?" he asked. Eddie nodded. "When you got a job like me kid, you tend to only look at the dead stuff and forget all the things around it," Eddie stated with a slight chuckle, although the driver seemed slightly repulsed. "What got you so interested in dead people anyway?" he asked. Eddie looked at him, and thought for a moment and then shrugged. "Chemistry and Biology freak," he merely replied. The driver was too gullible to see that Eddie was lying, but then again anybody would. But Eddie wouldn't let anybody know the truth, he just couldn't.
As a little boy, Eddie wanted to be an astronaut, but when his mother was mysteriously killed many years ago without proper explanation, Eddie wanted to find out what really happened. He became a forensic anthropologist to find the out the real way his mother died and he had been obsessed ever since. His mother, and many other similar victims were classified as "Unique" cases, as there was never a concrete grounds to base a case on. But he swore that he was going to find out, even if it killed him in the process.
"I never liked chemistry," the driver stated. Eddie laughed. This kid really was a joke.
Over on the other side of town, 2 detectives were walking down the street, both with a cup of coffee in hand. Fully dressed in black, their trench coats blowing in the wind, they headed to the diner on the corner. They had been getting a lot of calls lately, all related to the same thing. Strippers went missing, vanished without a trace. They were getting frustrated now, as they could never find a clue, lead or evidence of any kind that could help them out.
"Sometimes I think New York City is haunted," Randy Orton groaned. The younger of the two, and might one add the reckless one, shoved one hand in his pocket, trying to find his phone. "You thought your room was haunted," John Cena laughed, but soon stopped at the sight of the glare that he was getting from Randy. "Funny. But seriously, these hookers disappear and we can't find a damn lead. I think they've been abducted by aliens. That is really the only other logical explanation," the short haired man proclaimed. John rolled his eyes.
"They are strippers Randy," John corrected. Randy shrugged. "Hookers, strippers, same thing," he grumbled. John rolled his eyes, but a little chuckle still managed to escape his throat. "Right Randy, aliens took them, and now King Kong is getting rid of all the evidence," the part-time rapper joked. He ducked in time when he saw the coffee cup come flying his way.
"We are gonna find out what happened to those porn stars, and we are gonna find out soon," Randy said as he opened the door to the diner and stepped inside. John just shook his head, going through the door himself.
"Strippers Randy, they are stripper."
To be continued