Chapter 2

"You are her way out. Look, she has a little money saved up in this bank account." He shoved the information in Randy's hands, looking back at Martina worriedly, swallowing hard. "You have to get her out of here before he shows up."

"Who the hell is he?"

"The less you know the better. She'll tell you when she's ready. Tell her Mike told you to take her and she won't put up a fight. Please, you gentlemen are her only hope." Her chest rose and fell evenly, deep in sleep, face heavily bruised with a split lip, staring back at them. She looked helpless and alone, a single tear falling down her cheek. Not even in her subconscious could Martina have peace.

"We're taking her."

"Are you INSANE?" Randy hissed, whirling on the doctor. "Man, look, do you even KNOW who the hell we are?" He demanded, somehow NOT surprised when the guy shook his head. "We're wrestlers, we're FAMOUS. How do you expect us to hide her? People know who we are."

"Well...we COULD give her a makeover...when she's better of course."

"We're really going to do this?"

"Yep."

"Just...put a hat on her or something, I'm sure you guys aren't spotted all the time. You DO have your personal moments..." Mike was panicking now, knowing the monster would be here any minute, swallowing hard. "There is NO time!" He was already lifting her up from the bed, knowing she was strong enough after three days of rest. He'd done everything he could to make sure her boyfriend didn't gain access into the hospital, but he was running low on excuses. "Come on Martina..."

"D-Don't...p-please Roger..." She whimpered in her sleep, leaning her head against Mike's shoulder, while he slipped a pair of black pajama pants on her, along with a baggy black hooded sweatshirt, pulling the hood up.

"You'll be safe now, sweetheart, I promise." He was looking at all three men pleadingly, before setting her back on the bed, putting black tennis shoes on her feet. "Martina, you have to wake up for a minute."

"N-No more...no more..."

"No more is right, honey."

Sighing, Randy scooped her into his arms, when the doctor had finished with her shoes, knowing this was going to lead down one interesting and dangerous road. "Let's go." He said resignedly, feeling flickers of concern for this woman.

Who wouldn't though, he rationalized. She looked like she had been beaten to the point of death and only managed to cling onto life barely. He followed Ted out of the room, Cody bringing her bags and whatnot.

"You can't go out the front. Follow me." Mike ordered, carrying her bag and handed it over to the man named Ted, knowing he was all for helping Martina. Somebody had to step into this woman's life before it was completely destroyed. "Here…quickly now!" Mike hissed, leading them out a back door; glad it was night time, their rental parked in the perfect position.

Martina snuggled into Randy's chest, feeling warmth engulf her and gently sighed, arms in her lap while being carried.

"Get out of here as fast as you can. Go to the airport; get her out of this town and state." He requested hastily, running a finger down Martina's cheek. "You're safe now honey." He walked away without another word.

"We've entered a damn Twilight Zone."

"We've entered something." Randy muttered, ducking into the backseat, with Martina still in his arms, Cody and Ted taking the front.

Of course the windows were tinted, even though it was night, and not that big of a deal. He hoped. What the HELL were they getting themselves involved in?

"You know we're gonna kick your ass for this, right Teddy?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Look at her." Ted glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping, battered woman in Randy's arms, frowning. "She needs help, you guys we can't just leave her." He would never be able to get that image of her by the dumpster, soaking wet from the pouring rain, blood running down her arms, legs and face, out of his mind. "She needs us."

"Why should we get involved in something that's none of our business?"

Ted sighed and looked out the window, shaking his head sadly at his colleague.

"Ted, look at it logically. Whatever kinda guy her boyfriend is, he's apparently really fucking powerful and obviously not afraid to get his hands dirty. You SEEN that doctor, he was FREAKING out." Randy said, trying not to wake the woman up. "And we happen to be some sort of celebrities; do you see where I'm going with this?"

"Straight to Hell. Vince is gonna kill us you know, bringing her on the road and all."

"Fuck Vince." His boss was Randy's last worry.

"And she needs help that we can give her." Ted added before turning on the radio, turning it down to where it was playing softly.

Cody wondered what the hell they were going to say to people regarding how she looked, swallowing hard. "Until she's...healed, she should stay in the hotel rooms and out of sight." He suggested, seeing Randy nod his head in agreement.

They arrived at the airport and Randy carried Martina on the plane, after handing them her ticket and whatnot, telling them she was knocked out from cold medicine. The security guard didn't think anything of it, which was a good thing because normally they were nosey fuckers, and took their seats in first class. Luckily, they were the only ones in this department; then again, it was midnight and they were catching a flight to the next city where Raw was located.

Martina laid in her seat, head resting on Randy's shoulder, still sleeping and not feeling anything.

Cody had made a really good point. If anyone saw her looking like this, guess who would automatically take the blame? Them. Sighing, Randy headed to use the bathroom, ignoring the looks Cody and Ted both shot him. Cody's was one of 'are we really going to do this?' and Ted's was 'don't you dare do something stupid'. Jesus, where was the love? They had all lost their minds. There was no way they were going to be able to do this. When Martina woke up, she was going to flip the hell out. All Randy could hope was the drugs in those syringes would knock her right back out.

~!~

A few hours later, Martina slowly opened her eyes, the pain waking her up first, before anything else, swallowing past the lump in her throat and looked around. She wasn't in a hospital room any longer and slowly noticed her surroundings. She was buckled into a seat, heart pounding in her chest. Oh god! Did he manage to find her again? She looked to her right and felt the tears swell in her eyes at the sight of a stranger, beside her, sleeping. Where the hell and WHO the hell was she with? Martina looked down at her hands, which were bruised and cut to high heaven; she could only imagine what the rest of her body looked like.

"Where am I?" She finally whispered and looked out the window, seeing nothing but sky, knowing she was on a plane.

"You're safe." Ted said instantly, sitting across from her, face concerned as he studied her. Randy had already told him flat out if she made a scene on the plane, he was sedating her again. "Do you remember us?" He asked gently, gesturing to himself and then his sleeping friends. Hopefully they'd stay asleep and not freak her out anymore than she already was. He damn near jumped when Cody let out a snort.

Flashbacks of that night by the dumpster flashed through her mind of three men finding her, the rain pouring down around her. "Sort of." She whispered, looking around again and pressed a hand to her abdomen when she went to inhale a breath.

No doubt she had busted ribs, again, and that just made tears swell in her green eyes. She wasn't going to scream; there was no reason too because, somehow, Martina knew she was safe. Taking another deep breath, Martina looked up when a waitress walked by. She blinked when the gentleman with short blonde hair asked for some water, much to Martina's relief and was handed a cup a few minutes later, gulping it down.

"Don't swallow it too fast." Randy said tiredly from his seat, watching her through half-closed eyes, sprawled back, head angled in her direction. "Randy." He pointed to himself. "Teddy, Cody." He gestured to them each in turn.

"Next time give a guy some warning." Ted grunted half-jokingly.

She couldn't help it, though managed to slow down, sighing when it was fully gone and set the cup aside. "Martina." She said quietly, not flipping out; though she was in a considerable amount of pain. "W-What happened after I passed out?" She asked, after what seemed like an eternity, listening as Randy told her he took her to the hospital, where the doctor, Mike, forced them to take her with them on the road, to get her away from what ever danger she was in. "Ahh Michael." She nodded knowingly and ran a hand through her waist length black hair.

Randy wanted to ask her several questions, but this wasn't the time, or place, for it. Sighing, he closed his eyes again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ted, you need to take notes."

"What for?" Ted asked, already preparing.

"Martina, we need to know what size you wear...Shoes, pants, bras, shirts; give all that info to Ted."

"Maybe we should have her dye her hair too?" Cody suggested, finally speaking up, while stroking his chin.

"Nice of you to join the discussion."

"Dye my hair?" She whispered softly, fingering her black hair, then realized what he meant by that, nodding. "I don't care what color, just pick one." She couldn't go around with black hair and decided she probably should cut her hair as well. She would do it when she was a little more healed, swallowing hard. Taking the pen and paper from Ted, Martina began writing down her sizes and whatnot, cheeks tingeing red and handed it back to him, before looking out the window again. "Thank you."

"Hmmm brown or red, but nothing too light; it wouldn't look right." Cody said, studying her thoughtfully, eyes looking past the bruises and cuts. If they were going to go through with this folly, he might as well get into it.

"Is there anything else, Fabio?"

"Yeah, we should- Fabio?"

Coughing, Ted pocketed the paper, trying not to laugh.

Martina chuckled quietly, wincing as she held her side, nodding when Ted asked her if she was alright. "I'm used to it." She whispered solemnly, knowing the only thing that could help broken ribs was time and a lot of ice. She wasn't surprised when the younger looking one, Cody, asked for an ice compress and put it against her side a few minutes later, hissing out. 'I don't even want to look at the rest of me.' She thought, closing her eyes as another flashback hit her, immediately pushing it firmly aside.

She was used to it? What in the hell? Who got USED to being beaten? Nobody should get USED to it. That was just sick. Randy shook his head disgustedly, the revulsion quite visible on his face, though it wasn't aimed at her, but her now ex-boyfriend. "What's this guy's name again?"

"Roger Malcolm." Her voice held such disdain that it actually made Cody and Ted cringe, eyes narrowing to slits as she thought about everything she'd gone through with that prick. "He's a famous lawyer back home, powerful with money, unlimited resources." Martina had no idea who these three men are, but one thing was for sure, when she was better, she was leaving. She couldn't put their lives in danger, knowing Roger was already looking for her and Michael had fended him off from the hospital as long as he could. She looked down at her hands, which started shaking and closed her eyes tightly shut as the tears burned within them, trying to calm down, blocking out the pain. "What all did Michael say was wrong with me?" She asked quietly.

Inhaling deeply, Ted looked at Randy, who simply nodded, before launching off into that lengthy list, watching her face for any signs of surprise. There was none. That wasn't right. It was like she was used to this and the fact that ANYONE could be...He was going to be sick.

Roger Malcolm. If he was smart, he'd leave her alone, or else his unlimited resources wouldn't be doing him any good. Being a famous lawyer with money didn't do anyone a damn bit of good when they were dead.

All of those injuries and, yet, Martina was still alive. It didn't make any sense, but now she was wondering if these men were her angels in disguise. She needed help, a way out, and received both. Martina had been with Roger for three years, luckily never marrying him. She wouldn't accept his proposal anyway; though all he cared about was himself, so she knew popping the question would never happen.

The first year had been bliss, he'd showered her with gifts and riches, taken her out every night to fancy dinners, treated her like a queen. Then he asked her to move in with him and everything went downhill from there. Martina wasn't the domesticated type and Roger didn't approve of that, even though he had maids to do it. He wanted HER to learn, to bend and break her, and he had ever since she moved in two years ago.

It was the worst mistake of her life.

Randy closed his eyes again, leaning back. No doubt, as soon as she could, Martina would try running off. This in turn would only land her back with Roger. "If you're thinking about running, don't." He said, not looking at her. "You're safer with us than anywhere else." Given that they moved from spot to spot constantly, could enlist bodyguards if necessary -not to mention their celebrity status- should've kept anyone from messing with them.

Randy had a point.