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Chapter Seven: The Ones In The Box

When Lita came to, everything was black. As in she was encased in darkness and silence, a mix that both frightened and unnerved her. "Hello?" she called out. The voice was encased within the walls of which she was trapped.

It didn't take her long to realize she was trapped in a box. It was concrete. She tried to push on it, but she was unable to break free. "Hello? Somebody help me!" she cried out in a panic. It was no secret that Lita was claustrophobic. Small spaces scared the hell out of her. "Come on! Please! Somebody help me!"

She didn't understand what was going on. She was just outside, waiting for Candice, and that was the last thing that she remembered. Now, here she was, trapped in a box. That Alice in Chains song seemed a little too literal for her liking right now.

The lid slowly lifted and she was greeted with a blue-gray light in the darkness. Sitting up, she looked to see Candice – with that wand. Only Candice looked different. She was dressed in a long white dress with a red bodice that clung to her tightly. Her hair was piled elegantly atop her head, and she sported white wings.

"Candice?"

"Please don't be mad."

Batista easily slid the concrete lid off of him. After all, he could dead lift seven hundred pounds. This was nothing. He listened as the concrete lid fell off the box with a crash as the concrete shattered against the floor. He sat up and looked around. This was definitely not the locker room at Stamford. The walls were a cold concrete, held up by steel gray pillars. It may not have made any sense, but he was in a tomb.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, rubbing his aching head. He wasn't sure if he had been attacked; it had all happened so fast. He stood up and got out of the concrete casket. "Where the hell am I?" he demanded, looking around the room. He thought he saw something whiz past him. He wheeled around.

"Hello?" There was no response and he got annoyed. "Oh, for crying out...who the hell is there? Get out here, or I'll hunt you down myself."

Slowly, a blonde woman came out of the darkness. She was dressed in a white halter minidress, white wings spreading out spaciously across her back. She had a wand with her, similar to the one Candice held, only with a blue star on top. "Who are you?" he asked, rubbing his head; this was just too weird.

"My name's Beth," the young woman replied. "And we need your help, Dave Batista. That's why you're here."

"What?"

John Cena was absolutely flabbergasted. Whatever the hell was going on was just too weird for him to comprehend at that given second. The last thing he remembered was he was getting into his car to go to Torrie's party. Was this Torrie's party?

He looked around. No; it couldn't be. Unless Torrie's house looked like some mausoleum, then there was no possible way. "I'm supposed to be at a Christmas party," John mused, "not some freak Halloween party," he replied. He didn't understand any of this. He looked around, and saw Torrie Wilson in a corner. "Torrie?"

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while, there, Cena. You had me scared."

Torrie looked different, though. She was dressed in a one-piece white vinyl shortsuit, with white wings and a wand with a green star on top. This was too weird. He shook his head, as though he were seeing things, but was greeted with the grim reality that what was happening to him at that given moment was real. "The hell's going on here, Tore?" he asked.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you."

Maria's head was splitting when she came to in what she could only describe as darkness. "Did I die or something?" she wondered out loud. She shuddered; that voice still rang vivid in her ear. It was strange, she could hear the echo of her voice, which told her that she was enclosed in a tight space. She tried to pry on the lid, but nothing was happening. What the hell was going on? "Is anybody here?"

The lid slowly lifted and she saw the face of cheerleader Mickie James over her with that wide smile she usually sported plastered to her face. "Like, oh, my God, you're finally awake! I was so worried that the trip had killed you, but Torrie was like, 'No she'll come to when she's ready...'"

She looked Mickie over. White tank, white miniskirt, wings...the wings were weird? "Is Torrie's party a costume party? Funny...I don't remember Candice picking me up..."

"Sweetie, you're not at the party. You're here!"

"Where's here?"

Randy Orton's casket was cramped. He knew that the instant he woke up with his knees chafing the concrete. "What the hell?" he murmured into the darkness. He felt groggy, as though he had slept for hours. Somebody had nabbed him in the park; he knew that much, because the last thing he remembered was he was jogging. "What the hell is going on?" he murmured, pushing on the concrete. It was stuck on a snag. "If anyone's out there, a little help would be nice," he called out. He pushed on the casket again, and he heard a woman's grunt. He sat up to be face-to-face with Lilian Garcia, who was dressed in a white two piece outfit, a halter that exposed her midriff and a white skirt that had a jagged, layered bottom with platformed white boots and wings. He stared at her. "I suppose there's a logical explanation for all this?" he asked sarcastically.

"Might not be logical," she informed him, "but there's definitely an explanation."

Layla was already talking to Victoria, who was dressed in a white pantsuit, her usual red streaks in her raven hair replaced with white.

"Why do you need us?"

"Queen Stephanie has been taken," Victoria replied. "She was taken ages ago, but we've been keeping our eye out for people that we know could come out and get her."

"You mean to tell me that there's more of us here?"

"Yeah. Candice picked Lita, Beth picked Batista, Lilian picked Randy, Mickie picked Maria and Torrie picked Cena."

"Wait – what about Torrie's party?"

"We all concocted it to cover up for your absences."

"So, what happens now?"

"We try and get you guys gathered together without Vince the Evil Sorcerer knowing," Victoria informed her. "If he finds out, life as you guys know it will be over. I can't help you along much, as we are all under the watchful eye of Vince. You must gather up with the other five and get to the graveyard. From there, one of us will be there to give you the next steps in your journey."

"What happens if Vince catches us?" Layla asked.

"It should be safe for now. He doesn't know you're here yet. But the walls have ears, and he has another branch of vindictive devils to get you. But we will explain more of that when you all gather up. Go now."

The six of them stood in their respective doorways, staring out into the darkened abyss. It was their grim realization when they were told to go to the graveyard that these were the houses in this weird, mythic world.

With a deep breath and a turn to see none of their classmates behind them, they started out into the night.