Sinfully Sinned- Thank you for the compliment. It means a lot to me that people who read my stories enjoy them.
DariaM- And spoil the chase? Perish the thought, Taker and Abeebah are gonna need to come a long way before their' comfortable enough for public displays of affection. A little hint Kane is gonna help out with that a lot.
A/N: Thank you my dear reviewers and readers. Seems that I'm updating this story a lot faster than I normally would have time for, but now that I finally have some breathing room I can let my creative juices flow. So sit back relax and enjoy it's gonna be a wild ride. –Rei
There were few times in one Vincent Kennedy McMahon's life that he was wrong. When he brought Abeebah John's aka Morte the horseman to the WWF he knew it was a gamble. Hell the first time he met her, the danger was glowing coldly in her eyes. He knew there was risk in taking her as an employee, just as he knew there was risk in taking Stone cold as an employee, just as he knew taking Kane as an employee, and just as taking Undertaker as an employee. But for the sake of expanding his business and securing his legacy, Vincent Kennedy McMahon was willing to take those risks. And never ever in his life did Vince want to be so wrong so badly.
He had woken up just in the back of an ambulance, laying belly down and electrifying pain shooting up his spine with each jolt of the vehicle he was being transported in. "Mr. McMahon, you are on your way to the emergency room, do you remember what happened"? The dark haired millionaire gritted his teeth in agony, "I was attacked, by one of my wrestler's, Abeebah 'Morte' Johns". It hurt to speak as his nose twitched with every movement of his lips. The one attending him placed a pack of ice on his posterior only slightly easing the pain. "Well John's did a number on you sir; your nose is fracture and your tailbone broken".
Rage swelled in the McMahon patriarch's gut but he dare not move. "I want to press full charges". "Of course sir", the attendant ignored his foul mouthed ranting for the rest of the ride. It was easy enough to do seeing as the attendant had been similar situations often enough. Just enough pain killers calmed him down. However by the time they got to the hospital the attendant had an idea why this 'Morte' person would attack her boss. The man was a whinny bastard at best, manipulative asshole at worse. The painkillers had loosened the man's tongue even as he was wheeled into x-ray. Regardless, the attendant told authorities stationed at the hospital. Protocol had to be followed and he had no intention of losing his job.
However the attendant did tell them what McMahon 'let slip' in his drugged state. It didn't take much to convince the cops that the situation was instigated by McMahon. Even if the confession done under the influence of drugs the cops would take it into consideration even if the courts that would judge McMahon's employee wouldn't. This would at least give the wrestler a small reprieve. That is, if she cooperated. The attendant seriously doubted it would happen but he had done all that he could in this instance. The ball was in Johns's court now.
Back at the arena everyone was still in shock about Morte's announcement. The crowd hardly paid attention to Golddust versus Godfather match. Even as she left the ring and went to her own locker room where her siblings had somehow snuck into while no one was looking Abeebah was hounded. Interviewer after interviewer was sent packing with one severe glare each instance. Abeebah knew that the cops would be coming for her soon but knew better than trying to evade them. She would get her point across even if she had to go to jail.
'Screw with me and mine and heaven help the sorry bastard who tries'. Her siblings knew what was coming too and resolved to stand by her side regardless of her 'taking all the credit'. Most surprising somewhere along the line Undertaker had shown up. He no longer wore the bloody chain around his fist but he stood tall and menacing as ever. Without saying a word he took the spot opposite of Brandon almost directly in front of his older sister. Gratitude floated through their' link and the deadman allowed a slither of reassurance to leek from out of him.
A cameraman was with them when a host of officers came into their' locker room. Not so surprisingly the cops didn't go gun ho and just grab her. The threatening stances of her siblings and Taker were enough to assuage any ideas of that. However she didn't resist when she was put into cuffs and shot an amused look toward her siblings when they all growled in unison. The officers were very professional if not very wary of the four people surrounding the person they were sent to arrest. It was not the first time they had dealt with a wrestler but it was the first time that they had more than the perpetrator protesting the arrest.
But the suspect was quiet under there no so gentle ministrations. She didn't say a word as she was let to the back of the car. Didn't avert her gaze as the cameras recorded her receding image as she was driven away in the back of a cop car. She didn't even fidget in the uncomfortable interrogation chair they placed her once they had arrived at the station. And from the behind the two way mirror head interrogator detective Benet read the file that he had received from his counterparts in Philadelphia only moments earlier. "She hasn't moved an inch since they brought her in here", his partner Finnegan muttered beside him.
Benet didn't even glance up. He knew what he would see. A lowered masked face staring at the mirror as if she could see right through it, she hadn't changed position for two hours. "The guys in Philly said she was a smart killer, that one, her parents were found dead in a park, forensics ruled it a mugging but the detectives working the case said she had a fresh wound consistent with the knife her father tried to defend himself with". "Let me guess she had an alibi", snorted Finnegan.
"Johns had a lot more than an alibi", Benet handed him a part of the report, "she had solid evidence that put her away from the crime scene at the time of death". In Finnegan's hand was a copy of a ticket stub and a note saying that their' suspect was recorded entering the theater and not leaving until after the movie was over two hours later. Finnegan raised a brow, "And they still thought her guilty". "Ain't the first time she was under scrutiny", retorted Benet.
He handed his taller partner another piece of paper. "This one is a stone cold bitch if I ever saw one", Benet informed him, "got into plenty o' fights at school, creped out all her teachers". Finnegan raised a brow, "So ain't no reason to send in the troops, there's plenty of troubled kids in the world what's so special bout this one"? "This one beat three of her fellow classmates half to death; all ruled aggravated assaults she was sent to the shrink and threw even the best for a loop".
"So in short they really think she did it simply because she's an unknown", Finnegan summarized. Benet shot him another look, "don't be so hasty to dismiss suspicious especially with this stunt, I can see why she would go after McMahon, I heard about the way the treats his employees but the other three"? Finnegan, "Case of wrong place wrong time", he shrugged. Benet sighed and handed the rest of the papers to his partner, "doesn't matter now, when they wake up their' all gonna want to press charges". Finnegan snorted in agreement. The big man watched his partner enter the interrogation room and sit in the opposite chair of Johns. Benet turned on the recorder, "Ms. Johns do you know why you're here"?
Abeebah's posture didn't change, "yes". "Why"? This time she did raise her masked visage and Benet was confronted by the most gold eyes he had ever seen. "I am here because of the assault on a cameraman Pat Patterson, Jerald Brisco, and Vincent Kennedy McMahon". The reply much like the woman was cold, clean cut, and brutally precise. He knew that removing the mask that she wore would yield no more answers than her tone of voice had. They were both silent for awhile Benet thinking that he could outwait his prisoner. However Abeebah was perfectly comfortable sitting in silence staring a hole in the interrogator's head.
Seeing as he wasn't getting anywhere with the waiting game Benet laced his fingers, "look we know it was you who attacked them, we even have know why, all we need now to make your life easier is a how". Languidly Johns rolled her shoulders back so that when she tilted her head it popped. Benet fought back a flinch. "Hmm, well if it were me I require something quick clean stylish, considering, maybe take out the knees with a kendo stick, and go for the throat next, last but not least beat him just enough to be black and blue all over and leave him there". Benet frowned, she was playing with him. The description was consistent with her MO but not the crime committed. "Ms. Johns you do know the consequences of noncompliance".
Under her mask Abeebah was grinning widely even as she blinked owlishly, "Is that what this is, were the three gentlemen I was fantasying about putting a hurting on attacked in a different manner"? The interrogator forcefully relaxed his jaw and fought not to curl his hands into fist. "You know they were", the accusation was calmly stated but it was an accusation nonetheless. There hadn't been any blood on the woman's hands. They had even checked with a black light. No indications of her washing her hands recently or even the chain marks matching the indents around Brisco's throat. Abeebah knew what the man was thinking, and was for once grateful for being on the receiving end of her father's blood letting tendencies.
She knew very well how to get rid of blood or rather evidence in general. Evan had mad sure that the tapes of tonight wouldn't be given to the authorities. It didn't take much to convince the head technician to go along with the plan. Like most of his employees the technician was an unwitting victim of the elder McMahon's temper. The police were so focused on her that they hadn't even considered that maybe just maybe her siblings were in on the act.
Leaning forward Benet laced his hands together, "I can't help you if you don't help you Abeebah". The eldest horseman tilted her head annoyed that this man would dare try that second rate psychological bullshit on her. However she didn't give any indication of being agitated by him. "Well you'll forgive me but truly I have no idea why I'm here when according to you, you know that I did it and yet I am not in a cell awaiting trial, because I'm sure that Vince will press full charges". Benet was beginning to get frustrated. This girl wasn't giving anything away.
Trying to buddy, buddy with her didn't seem to work; neither did the threat of incarceration, or the fact that as soon as he was awake McMahon had incited her didn't change her demeanor in any way. And with no reactions either good or ill to grasp as a bases to build a case and no concrete evidence they would have to turn the woman loose. That is, after a twelve hour waiting period. Stopping the recorder Benet stood to his feet, and deliberately stepped away toward the door, making the suspect think about it. Abeebah didn't move not even as the door shut behind him. And a few minutes later Abeebah was escorted to the holding pin.
At the hotel three of the four remaining horsemen returned to their' rooms at the end of the show. The accelerating rush of beating on McMahon's cronies and avoiding getting caught had worn off into a comfortable lethargy. They weren't worried about their' sister, as Abeebah could outmaneuver any unwitting soul trying to weasel out of her that which she would not freely give. Now dressed in street clothes Undertaker followed the youngest horseman. The business savvy boy didn't know why he did it but was appreciative of the silent company the big man provided him in his sister's absence.
Brandon and Delia didn't question Undertaker knowing that the answers were slow in coming. They wished them both a good night and went to bed leaving Evan with him. They were going have to get up early to pick up Abeebah. When they got to the room he and Abeebah shared Evan packed the last of their' stuff in earnest. The WWF would be moving on to the next city in the morning and he would be traveling with the horsemen's stuff on one of McMahon's many buses while Brandon and Delia remained with Abeebah so that they could travel together.
"What was she like"? Evan glanced at his once silent companion. Undertaker was sitting on his sister's bed, watching him pack. The unwavering stare reminded him so much of his eldest sibling it was almost as if she were staring at him through the deadman's eyes. He shook his head, "She"? "Abeebah", the name felt so new on his tongue. Turning his attention back to packing the caramel-skinned child thought of how to describe his sister before she met the deadman. It was hard to reconcile what he knew then to the image of his sister that he knew now.
"She wasn't much different from now", he told the big man, "Always cold and in control even if it frustrated the rest of us to the point of considering murder". Something flashed across those jade orbs but Evan continued as if he didn't notice. "But she always took care of us", 'even when our so called parents wouldn't", he thought bitterly. Mark didn't have the heart to tell the little man that his sister had changed more than he thought. Evan looked at him cautiously, "What was he like"? Undertaker knew exactly whom the youngest horseman was referring to.
Glancing down at his lap the Phenom thought of better times when he and his brother were still knee high. It was a bare shadow of goodness in the darkness that swiftly and brutally followed. A shadow he could barely remember like slithers of light escaping through the cracks of his memories. "He was a lot less angry", Taker said lamely. Finally finished packing Evan sat on the bed opposite of Taker. He cocked his head, "was he less angry or did he hide it better"?
It was a practical question to ask considering that even if Abeebah couldn't lie worth a shit she could still be evasive as the wind when the mood struck her. Deadman's first reaction was to deny it venomously and become angry that Kane would be able to hide anything from him. But the glacial tendencies of Abeebah's analytical nature took over. The little man was right whether he wanted to admit it or not. From what little he could remember of the few happy times of their' childhood Glen's eyes always burned with a banked fire. But it was always there, always lurking.
Focusing back on the youngest horseman deadman noticed that Lue was no longer paying attention to him. Rather, he was lying down and staring at the ceiling with half lidded eyes. Lying down as well Mark thought of Abeebah's behavior when she was addressing the crowd about their' 'relationship'. He thought under the circumstances the eldest horseman did well but it would not stop others thinking they were a couple. 'Spilt milk', he thought to himself without any real venom. Whatever happened happened and they would deal with whatever came. "Think Abeebah can drive Vince to an early grave", Taker asked his silent companion. "One can only hope", a half smirk flitted across Evan's face.
Time passed quickly before anyone knew it the WWF was in the next city. Lue traveled with the superstars, and not been bothered by the whisperings that he heard amongst them. 'Let them wonder', he thought with no so little malice. In his eyes Evan thought that most of the wrestlers were arrogant and needed a wake up call. As big and as bad as they thought they were his sister was badder. He knew that he shouldn't really think like that seeing as Abeebah didn't care what others thought of her anyway but he couldn't help but to be indignant on her behalf. Vince had thought manipulate his sister into a very dangerous situation.
There was no doubt that the deadman's enemies would now go after her despite Abeebah making it abundantly clear she was not Taker's woman. As his eldest sister was fond of saying, "motherfuckers are slow". That was why Abeebah had gone after McMahon. It served as a warning to anyone who would try to mess with her or her siblings. But now that meant stepping out of the semi-peace that had somehow cultivated in the WWF.
Lue knew that none of his siblings were fools. Being in the WWF meant that you constantly had to prove you belonged there. And shamelessly, unthinkingly their' employer took advantage of that. It wouldn't change and they all knew that, all they could do was make sure McMahon never tried to do that with them again. The millionaire was still in the hospital from the beating he took last time. Which was good news for the horsemen seeing as he was less likely to retaliate.
A/N: P.S Sorry I didn't write more I was planning on it but unfortunately my own mother has poisoned me. Whatever she put in my food has me bedridden and I won't be able to write for a while if this keeps up. –Rei