A new girl in town
Chapter 69
Taker/Hunter/Sammy
Kane began pacing in the waiting area waiting for the surgeon to come and talk to them.
He's doing well keeping his calm. Taker thought. Even though he's pacing he doesn't seem anything more than worried about her.
I wish I could make this easier on him. Sammy thought. But there is nothing I can do but be here for him like Taker.
Finally a man came walking toward them. Kane met him halfway with Taker and Sammy in tow.
"Are you Kane?" the man asked.
Kane nodded.
"I'm Dr Branson." He said. "The surgery went well. The pressure is higher than we expected but not as bad as it could be."
"What does that mean?" Kane asked worriedly.
"Well after we drilled the hole and placed the sensor we realized the pressure was much higher than previous tests showed. That is why it took longer than we anticipated. We waited with the sensor in for a little while to judge if the pressure was still going up. If it had been we would have immediately had to do further surgery to relieve it. But the pressure was holding steady. That's good news. Time will tell though. If the pressure goes down and she wakes up we'll have to see if it did any damage. She's still not out of the woods but she's a fighter at this point all we can do is wait and watch." Dr. Branson said.
"So there is nothing that can be done?" Kane asked.
"Not at this point. Do you have any questions about what we have done so far?" Dr. Branson asked.
"No. Can I go back in to be with her now?" Kane asked.
"Of course. Just don't jostle he in any way we don't want the sensor to move at all." The dr said.
"I won't." Kane said immediately turning to go into the ICU.
"Is that really all there is?" Taker asked.
"Nothing I didn't already tell him." Dr. Branson said.
"What kind of possible damage could there be?" Taker asked.
"We have no way of knowing if there even will be if there is we'll only know once she's awake and we do tests." Dr. Branson said.
"Ok." Taker said looking into the ICU and seeing Kane once again holding her hand.
The surgeon turned and walked away.
Kayla/APA
Kayla sighed and fought the impulse to put her fist through the wall.
"Jesus fuck, this is ridiculous," she muttered as she resumed the walk back to her office.
Whoever is doing this knows how to do one thing well: get on my fucking last nerve. She thought in frustration.
I'd like nothing more than to kick their ass right now but I don't even know who they are. This is so, so fucked.
She sighed and continued through the building as mental images of exactly what she would do to her unnamed stalker filtered through her brain.
Without a word Ron and John split with Ron heading out toward the back door while John kept going in the direction of her office.
Kayla looked over at Ron and thought about going for yet another smoke. After a moment, she shrugged and followed after him.
"Stalker alert. Dude called me again," she said as she stepped outside.
"Thought you could use another one now I'm sure." Ron said with a smile. "Is there any way to trace where the call is coming from?"
"Not that I know of. It shows up as private on my phone. This is so fucking frustrating. Every call has been the same: idol threats that go nowhere. It's like they're purposely trying to drive me crazy. Crazier. Whatever," Kayla said.
"It shows up as private? Have you had the phone company check your private calls to get the number?" Ron asked.
Kayla looked at him in surprise.
"Uh... no? Oh my god, you're fucking brilliant. Let me do that right now before I forget," she said. Taking out her phone, she quickly dialed her cell provider and waited anxiously on the line.
Kayla hung up with a bewildered expression on her face.
"According to them, the calls are coming from me," she said.
"Which makes no god damn sense because I'm not making them," she added rolling her eyes.
"I've never heard of something like that before." Ron said equally confused. "How can the calls be coming from you to you. It would seem that the person would get a busy signal or go to voice mail."
"Yeah. None of this makes any sense. They've been able to delete my texts and shit too," Kayla said shaking her head.
"What do you mean delete your texts? From your phone?" Ron asked.
"Yep. They also got to my backups. I record all of my calls and have them saved in several places. I was going to have Cena listen to the first one but when I checked, they were just... nowhere," Kayla said.
"So he's really covering his tracks. You have nothing to go to the cops with." Ron said. "This may take longer than I thought."
Kayla nodded.
"It's like I'm inventing this. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that I was," she said with a sigh.
"Do you have any physical evidence at all?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. They've left a few pictures for me to find. And, uh, shredded clothing," Kayla said.
"Did anyone see how they got there? Were you alone when they arrived?" Ron asked. "Because if no one can say you didn't shred your own clothing or something to that effect you actually have nothing."
"Fuck everything. No, I've been asleep every time they've done shit," Kayla said.
"That's what Taker was telling us. That this guy was able to get at you when you were in a locked room." Ron said. "Have you tried setting up an alarm system of some kind so you'll hear him come in?"
"Cena said something about that earlier. He didn't have time to elaborate on it though," Kayla said as she lit yet another cigarette with a flick of her wrist.
"Ok we'll go for that tonight. But either John or I will be there to "Answer the door" if he shows up." Ron said with a short laugh.
"Oh hell. This ought to be fun," Kayla said with a laugh.
"What exactly are you planning, big man?" She asked.
"Well neither one of us can stay awake all night to keep an eye out. We're still expected to wrestle. But I'll sleep on the floor or something to hear our 'doorbell' and take the guy out." Ron said.
"Looks like we got us a plan," Kayla said with a smile.
"We'd better get you back inside so you can get some work done." Ron said.
Kayla shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess," she said. Then she turned and led the way back inside.
"John is already in your office. I'll walk you there and take off." Ron said.
As they walked down the hall they ran into Hunter.
"I thought you were a bad ass Marine Captain. But you've got APA protecting you. You're nothing but a lying ass pussy." Hunter said.
"Nice to see you too," Kayla said rolling her eyes.
"As for lying, I don't follow," she added raising her eyebrows.
"If you were as tough as you claim you are you wouldn't need protection so you're a liar. You were never in the Marines never mind a Captain." Hunter laughed.
"Alright, you got. Me. I'm not so secretly a 13 year old girl in disguise. I listen to Justin Bieber on repeat, love all things pink and am hopelessly infatuated with you, Trips," Kayla said bursting in to laughter.
"You are a liar and a waste of air. You should have died when you got burned. It would have been better for the world." Hunter said sneering.
"You spend a lot of your time on this waste of air if that's really what you think," Kayla said.
"Now c'mon, level with me for once. What's really going on?" Kayla added.
"You disgust me just like Kane. You don't belong here and I'm going to make sure you don't stay." Hunter said. "The only good thing about Kane is he hides behind his mask so I don't have to see him."
"Well, feel free to take your leave of me any time. I don't hide and I sure as hell won't start now. But while we're having this little heart-to-heart, you never answered my question from the other night. You've threatened to hurt my people more than once. If you even look in Cassie's general direction, I will kill you. That's a promise not a threat," Kayla said.
"I've never threatened you with anything." Hunter said purposely looking at Ron then back at Kayla. "Why would I."
"I don't know, Hunter. Why would you? Why the fuck do you do any of the things you do? You make my life choices look reasonable and well thought out," Kayla said.
"It's obvious your life choices suck. You hang out with Kane and people like Cena and Snow." Hunter said shaking his head and laughing. "You know how to pick them alright. The least and the worst."
"I could say the same about the company you keep. Not exactly the aces of the clubhouse, are they? But you'd never hang with anyone if they could be mistaken for an equal," Kayla said.
"My people are the elite hand-picked because they are." Hunter said. "But you wouldn't' know that because you have no clue who anyone even is much less where they stand on the ladder around here. I don't even know what you're doing here. Vince could and should have hired someone who at least knew something about wrestling and how to do a job."
To "Oh really? They don't seem at all impressive to be honest. I bet you 'picked' them because they were the best you could find... and by best I mean the only you could find," Kayla said.
"But instead, he went with the best option his money could buy. You should try spending an evening doing this. You'd be clawing your eyes out with the sharpest knife you could find before the first hour was up," Kayla added.
"I could do your job and mine and do it better than you could." Hunter said. "Working with computers is easy. I'd like to see you get out in the ring. You'd be begging for mercy after the first time Chyna hit you."
"If you've already forgotten, I've dealt with her. Pretty sure I won," Kayla said.
"Go program me an SQL database then. While you're at it, crop me some still frames and edit in some reverb. Go ahead; I'll wait," Kayla said.
"That wouldn't be worth my time." Hunter said. "I have better things to do than your job."
Kayla shrugged.
"Honestly, I have better things to do than my job. No one else would have signed that contract. But I'm batshit fucking crazy so there you go," she said as she tried to stretch her back without losing her balance and falling over.
"Batshit crazy does suit you." Hunter said. "But I've wasted too much time with you already batshit you'd better get back to your office with your little bodyguard."
Kayla laughed.
"Before I go, if you see my crazy stalker, tell him I'm looking for him. I have plans," Kayla said.
"Batshit no one would bother stalking you." Hunter said before turning and walking away.
Kayla just laughed.
"Well, I guess that eliminates him," she said as she continued back to her office.
Kane/Taker/Sammy
"I don't know how he'll take it if he loses her." Taker said. "Last time he tried to set his opponents on fire."
"Yeah, but he didn't have you back then. Maybe…" Sammy said. "Oh what are we talking about she's going to be fine. She has to be."
"I hate to play devil's advocate but what if she's not. There is more that can happen than losing her you know." Taker said.
"I know he'll deal with whatever shape she's in." Sammy said. "He loves her more than his own life."
"Yeah." Taker said. "But I think he'll exact revenge, bloody revenge before this ends."
"I know he will. Now that he knows Hunter and Demolition did this to her. I fear for their lives." Sammy said.
"So do I Sammy so do I." Taker said. "Do you have any idea what he could do to them?"
"Yeah I think I do." Sammy said.
"He could wind up in prison." Taker said. "Then who would care for J.J."
"We would." Sammy said. "We'd have to."
"Yeah, we really would." Taker answered.
"How long can you stay with him?" Sammy asked.
"I can only miss maybe one more event." Taker said. "Then there could be problems. I'll need to be there to keep Vince off Kane's ass while he stays with J.J."
"I guess I'd better stay with Kane then. Someone needs to be here to help him through this." Sammy said.
"Yeah that's a good idea." Taker replied. "Though I'm not sure he'll listen to you if he gets angry enough."
"All I can do is try." Sammy said half smiling.
"I'll miss you like crazy while I'm on the road." Taker said.
"So will I." Sammy said taking his hand.
Kayla
Kayla sighed heavily as she sat back down at her desk and resumed working on auto piolot.
If he hates me that much, why does he seemingly keep going out of his way to not only find me but talk to me? She wondered. Her hands and eyes never strayed from the keyboard and duel-monitor setup but her mind was far from what her body was doing.
Why do I even care? He's an ass. What he does or doesn't think of me doesn't mean shit.
But fuck me, I do care. What he said hurt and I hate myself a little for that. If I could have dyed with everyone else I would have in an instant. Instead I'm stuck carrying around the reminders of that day like it's a fucking badge of honor and courage when that's the last thing I wanted.
He's always so close to the god damn mark. We've never had a proper conversation unless the one the other day counts. Fucking Vince. Yet he knows exactly how to push my buttons.
God, this is so stupid. Like every other shitty thing in my life, I can't do anything about it either. He's determined to hate me and judges me accordingly.
I guess I've given him reasons to... but still.
Christ, I need to think about something else. This is getting me nowhere.
John took the seat behind her and watched in fascination as her fingers flew over the keyboard.
"I wonder who could be after her." John thought. "But more importantly how far will they go?"