Title: Missing a Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 15
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin* And not a single butt cheek of theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. Charity owns herself and if you try to take any of us, you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Edge/Tasha sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago. And Amanda, aka Phoenix, is not a bitch in real life. She's actually a very nice girl. =) She's just a bitch in this story for my purposes *L* So, no bashing real Amanda.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: Can Jami and Tasha deal with Phoenix being in the WWE?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
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A long figure slowly crept toward where Jami lay prone to whatever her captors wished upon her. She lay on a bed that was big enough for three people, but her body left no room for another person to lay comfortably on.
She looked as if she had been simply tossed onto the bed, her body laying at a diagonal postion. One arm was tossed above her head, the other across her stomache.
She was on her side, her hair spread out against the light matress below her. A bright red mark was beginning to appear on her pale cheek. Her jean clad legs were strewn on the bed, a small mark of blood appeared on them.
The Figure watched over her with a slow smile creeping onto their lips, trying to contain the laughter that tried to burst from their chest. Little Jami was at their will.
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Tasha flailed about in her bed, a nightmare consuming her. At least that's what anyone else would have thought. A stranger stood at the foot of her bed, watching in twisted amusement as horror twisted on Tasha's face.
The visitor grinned as Tasha's body twisted about, fighting off the demons in her head. The Visitor started to move around to the side of the bed, but their feet hit a trashcan, sending it sprawling, it's contents falling to the ground.
A murmered curse echoed through the room as the stranger bent to scoop everything into the basket while straightening it. The door opened and a nurse entered, striding to the patients bedside, a worried look on her face.
She turned to see the visitor watching with amusement. "You'll have to leave." the nurse stuttered. The stranger nodded, another smile twisting on their lips. Then without a word, it exited.
The nurse watched the visitor leave, wondering what the person had been doing in there so late. And why they wore a gleeful grin at the woman in the bed.
Chapter 16
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