~CHRIS' POV~
A whimper escapes my throat as Dr. Heyman secures me to the operating table. I want to scream and thrash about, but the drug he injected me with earlier simply won't allow it. So I lay here helplessly as he positions my naked body spread-eagled before his lustful eyes.
I do manage a shiver as his hands, although covered with surgical gloves, still feel sweaty upon the skin of my abdomen as he swabs it with an alcohol prep pad. I had suffered the indignity of him shaving parts of my abdomen earlier.
"You're going to look so pretty pregnant with my child," he whispers as he fingers around my navel.
I want desperately to spit in his face, but all I can manage is another soft whimper of disgust and fear.
It is then that I hear the pitiful whimpering and slight sobbing from a female. Dr. Heyman turns his attention from me to her. He frowns as he does so and an evil grin tugs at his lips.
"Don't worry Dawn, your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Will it Chris?" He asks me smugly.
"Don't," I manage to whimper as I realize that he is probably going to kill her.
He merely smiles as he places the gas mask over my face and a wave of darkness drowns me and I know no more.
~TRISH'S POV~
The guys and me follow the woman named Marie to her friends house. I've learned that the woman's name is Dawn Marie and she had been Dr. Heyman's lover at one time.
A shiver runs down my spine at that thought. Gross.
Marie knocks on the door.
No answer.
"Dawn Marie," she calls out.
"Funny," the old woman whispers. "She's always home during the day."
A bad feeling hits me and I know that Dawn Marie is dead or will be soon if we don't find her soon.
~BENOIT'S POV~
Useless. Wasted time.
Without a word to Trish, Hunter, or Billy, I storm away fully intent on finding Chris all by myself. I was wasting valuable time with leads that went nowhere. No telling what Heyman was doing to Chris. My Chris.
I hear Billy calling out to me as he tries to follow me, but my anger and frustration has gotten the better of me and it's best that no one is around me when I explode again.
I search the city. Stopping people on the street and showing them Chris' picture in the hope that someone has seen him. He just couldn't disappear. He couldn't! Then again the cab driver that the porter had described had simply vanished without a trace. Somehow I knew that the bastard was working with Heyman.
I watch as the sun slowly sets. I curse as another day passes and Chris is still missing.
God, is this how Christian had felt when Edge was abducted?
I almost pick up the phone and call Christian, figuring that he would be the only one who could understand my anger and frustration, but I click the cell phone shut. A part of me savoring the anger. Heyman was a dead man when I found him, and I would find him eventually.
A light flickers on above me. I smile as I realize that it is a bar. Figuring that I could do no more today, I wander into it's dark recesses, hoping to drown my sorrows.
"Hello," a friendly male voice whispers from beside me as I sit down at the bar.
I turn to see a clean shaven young man beside of me. I merely nod in acknowledgement because I really don't feel like talking.
"My name is Lance," the man continues. "Lance Storm."
Like I care.
I turn and glare at the young man. I was ready to tell him to mind his own fucking business, but then I saw the sadness in his eyes, which seemed to mirror my own.
"Want some company?" He asks timidly, but seriously.
~BILLY'S POV~
I frown as I get no answer from Benoit's cell phone. Bastard, he's turned it off.
I hear a soft knock at the door and thinking that it's Benoit, I rush to it and swing it open.
"Where have you been?" I growl. My eyes widen as I realize that it's definitely not Benoit.
"Sorry, but traffic was a bitch," Shane smirks as he stands there with his hands on his hips in a skin tight green and black costume that clearly defined all his well endowed "assets."
"What?" I ask. Actually, it's the only word that I can think of as I look at my normally serious lover as he flaunts his way into my hotel room.
I smile as I close the door. Looks like tonight is not a total failure after all.
I yelp as he pulls me to him, crushing his lips to mine. "Don't worry Billy, the Hurricane is here to rescue you."
"Rescue me?" I ask confused.
"Rescue you from boredom," he smirks.
I giggle as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed.
"My hero," I whisper as he gently lays me down and covers me with his long, lean body.
~BROCK'S POV~
I watch from afar as my father operates on Chris. He is so careful with him, so caring and attentive. But when it comes to Dawn, he is cold and callous. She is literally bleeding to death before his eyes, but he doesn't care. While Chris is sedated, Dawn is awake and feeling each incision.....each cut into her delicate flesh. Her screams echo off the walls.
I jump as Rob's smaller hand slides into mine. "Help her," he whispers.
"It's too late," I reply sadly.
He sighs and bites his bottom lip. "If he can do that to another human being, what will he do to our baby?" Rob asks fearfully.
I look down at him startled. "Nothing. He will do nothing to our baby," I growl, glaring back at the man, who I was ashamed to call my father.
Rob looks doubtful, but remains by my side.
It is then that I decide that the best thing for my little family was to leave this place.
~ROB'S POV~
I'm surprised as Brock leads me away from the place that had been my prison for two years.
I'm happy, but scared at the same time.
Who wouldn't be?
I'm pregnant.
I'm male.
Part of me wants to run away from Brock as well, but my brain realizes the fact that he will protect and care for me. To be truthful, he's always been real gentle with me.
We are almost out of the building when one of Dr. Heyman's security guards spots us. I recognize him as the taxi driver who had helped Heyman kidnap me.
"STOP!" He yells.
I panic and start to run, tripping over my own two feet and falling hard to the floor with a sickening thud. Oh God, the baby!
"ROB!" Brock roars as he hovers over me.
The security guard approaches, confused as he looks at Brock. Brock growls as he stands and grabs the man by the throat. I watch in horror as Brock snaps his neck, breaking it instantly.
Brock shoves the dead man away as he leans back down over me, gently caressing my abdomen. "It'll be alright.....I promise."
I pass out as I'm swooped into two huge arms.
~TRISH'S POV~
Sitting in my hotel room, I listen to Hunter as he talks about the case. He's as worried about Chris as I am. Even though he tries to be such a tough guy, I know that he's a big softie at heart. We had spent hours looking for Benoit, but with no luck. Bastard turned off his cell.
"Trish?" Hunter whispers as he notices that I have drifted into my own thoughts.
"Yes," I ask smiling, twirling a strand of my hair.
I'm shocked as he leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
He then proceeds to blush profusely. "I'm sorry.....I shouldn't have....."
"Shhh...." I whisper as I press a finger to his lips silencing his mumbling. I lean over and kiss him hungrily directly on the lips.
A loud bang at the door causes us to jump apart, flushed and confused.
I'm immediately off the sofa and adjusting my mini-skirt as I head toward the door. I open it and smile at the sight of Billy with his hair all ruffled and Shane in a green costume of sorts.
"Trick or treat?" I ask with a smirk.
"Treat. Looks like I wasn't the only one about to get lucky," Billy grins as he looks at me and then to Hunter.
"It better be good," I growl.
"Don't get your damp panties in an uproar. How about a pregnant male who was just brought in to the main hospital?" Billy replies with a smirk, lifting an eyebrow as he waits for my reply.
"Fuck me! Let's go," I reply motioning for Hunter to follow.
I try to reach Benoit, but he has his phone off.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I glance over at the man that lays beside of me. Fuck. I can't believe that I picked him up in a bar, rented a cheap motel room, and fucked him. Not that he wasn't gorgeous and drop dead sexy, but all I could think of was that I had cheated on Chris. How low could I get?
"You alright?" Lance asked concerned as he snuggled closer, kissing along my chest.
"Get out," I whisper as I pull away from his grasp and roll over turning my back coldly to him, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes.
"What?" He gasps.
"It was a nice fuck, now go away," I growl.
"That's all I was to you.....a fuck?" Lance asks. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was close to crying.
"Yea," I mumble as I fluff my pillow.
"Bastard."
"I've been called worse," I chuckle.
I hear a faint sniffle and I know he's crying, but I don't dare turn and look at him. If I did, I would probably pull him back into the bed and never let him go.
I couldn't do that. He wasn't Chris.
I hear faint footsteps as they head for the door, and the slamming of the door as he exits.
I sigh. I hadn't meant to hurt Lance. I just couldn't bare the thought of being alone another night. I had no right to use him like that. What if Chris found out?
I'm startled by the screeching of tires and the screams of a woman from the street below. Damn, I had left the window open.
Although my spanish isn't that good, I could hear the woman screaming, "He just ran in front of the car."
He?
Car?
Lance?
I'm out of the bed in a flash. I poke my head out of the window and my eyes widen as I see Lance curled up in the middle of the street in front of the cars bumper.
FUCK!
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I smile as I caress Edge's abdomen as he sleeps. I know it's too early, but I swear it is swelling slightly.
"Hello, little one," I whisper.
Tomorrow he goes for his sonogram so that we can actually see the baby and listen to it's heartbeat.
I can't wait.
~TBC~
