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Chapter Eighteen: All Seems Lost

The six deviants stood before them, Vince in the center. Lita knew him when she saw him. But call her crazy, something seemed familiar about the man. The five of them stood in a line, facing off each of them, but they were outnumbered by a muscular deviant and an old sorcerer. "Wow. Must be quite an occasion," Kane retorted hotly. "The man himself graces us with his presence."

"How's your brother?" Vince retorted. Lita's eyes widened and she turned to Kane, who tried to charge at Vince.

"You son of a..."

"Kane. Stop." Lita held her arms to his broad chest and ushered him back beside Batista. She shot a look at Batista telling him to keep Kane in check. Batista nodded; no words needed to be exchanged between the two of them.

"Princess Lita."

She wheeled around. "What the hell did you just call me?" she demanded hotly. Things were seemingly getting weirder by the minute.

"We've been looking for you for years," Vince replied as the deviants started to make their way closer to Lita.

"Step off," she snarled, balling her fists. She was ready to swing at the first tramp who accosted her. The other girls backed away, not wanting any part of Lita. But Chyna kept stepping forward.

"Didn't you hear the lady?" Batista snapped, stepping in between Chyna and Lita. "She said back up!" Chyna took a swing and he ducked back, leveling her with a shot to the jaw.

That's when all hell broke loose.

Lita, meanwhile, was flabbergasted. Princess Lita? Was she missing something here? Looking for her for years?

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and everything went black.

"Lita!"

Batista tried to push his way past Chyna, but with a flick of her wrist, Chyna sent him flying back into the rocky wall. His head smashed against the rock and he sank to the sand, unconscious. Chyna stared at his crumpled body with a sick, satisfied smirk and began to make her way out.

"Dave!" Cena cried out, rushing over to his fallen friend. Meanwhile, the one called Shane-O-Mac was dragging an unconscious Lita out of the cave, while Vince and the deviants gathered Queen Stephanie's statue. With a puff of smoke and a loud screech, they were gone, Lita included.

"God damn it!" Cena snapped, rushing over to Batista. "Dave, man, come on. Wake up!"

Maria and Kane stood side by side, staring at the scene before them. "Is he dead?" Maria asked, her voice barely a whimper.

"No!" Cena snarled. "He's not dead. Come on, Dave, wake up!" He started shaking Batista, slapping his face. He turned his aggressive demeanor towards Kane. "Where the hell are the girls?" he snapped. "They should have been here!"

"We have a problem," Torrie replied, entering the room. Beth, Candice and Mickie stared up at her. "They have Queen Stephanie."

"Jesus," was all Beth could say.

"We still have King Hunter," Mickie replied. "Can't do anything there."

"They have Lita, too. They know about her."

"Where are they?" Candice demanded.

"The Extreme Sea," Torrie replied. "From the looks of it, Batista's life may be hanging in the balance as well."

"How the hell did they know they were there?" Beth demanded.

"I don't know," Torrie replied. "But I think we have a viper in our midst."

"God damn it, I gotta get over there," Candice murmured, grabbing her wand. The girls followed.

Cena and Maria didn't look all that happy to see Candice, Mickie, Torrie and Beth. "We were set up!" Cena roared.

"One thing at a time, Cena, please," Candice replied. Her head was spinning; they had her best friend. Not only that, they knew about her. They knew the one thing about Lita that she didn't even know.

Beth kneeled down in front of Batista and placed both her hands on his broad chest. "Wake up. It's time for the final part of your mission."

Batista's head rolled lightly from side to side. Beth could see the blood slowly oozing out of a wound in the back of his head. She put her hand to the back of his head and watched the wound as it closed.

He jolted up. "Lita!"

"They have her, man," Cena replied.

"Great. What the hell are we going to do now?" Batista replied.

"They won't kill her," Mickie James told Batista.

"How the hell am I supposed to buy that?"

"Because they need her!" Candice informed them. They stared at her oddly. "She is the daughter of Queen Stephanie."