Title: Courting Destruction

Authors: Luna and Maggie

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Distribution: Tainted Fiction, Maggie's Mad Maze, Luna's Night Moves...anyone else please just ask before you take it...I promise we'll say yes!

Disclaimer: The WWE owns the rights to all the names you recognize. This is being done purely for fun and entertainment. We are not making any money off of this. If you sue us all you’ll get our student loan debts.

Rating: PG-13 for now for language and violence. It will probably move to R in later chapters though due to more graphic violence and sex so if that is going to be a problem you might want to steer clear of this story.

Notes: This is going to a story that is largely based in the WWE with some paranormal elements.  We are playing a bit loose with time lines of past WWE events and ages of stars as we see fit and will be trying to remain true to the characters in some cases rather than what we know of their real personal lives.  If that is a problem, stop here.

 

 

Courting Destruction: 1/?

 

Grey eyes were alive with a fire that lived deep inside.  On the surface the young woman appeared to be calm and unaffected but she was just about to let this jerk have it... with both barrels.  “Listen here fucker, I'm not the one who obviously can't hold his liquor,” the young woman growled taking a step forward.

 

“Lee,” a strawberry blonde at her elbow said in a warning tone.  Her green eyes darted around taking note of the fact they were now starting to gather a crowd.

 

The other woman's platinum blonde head whipped back and forth showing the blue black chunks she had hidden within her mane.  “I don't think so Ro, not this time.  The least he could have done was apologize for bumping into you, like any human being would do,” she sneered.

 

Rose shook her head as she looked at the gathering crowd. She appreciated her cousin's protective instinct but they didn't need any more attention than they already had. Trying to diffuse the situation with humor the girl smiled as she turned to the inebriated man. "Well maybe he's not a human being Solie. They might not have taught manners on his home planet."

 

"Think you're so funny don't ya rich bitch," the drunken man slurred. "I hear things about you..." He reached out pushing on Ro's shoulder.

 

An answering chuckle was heard from the crowd and her green eyes grew dark with anger. She knew that chuckle. The bastard had already torn out her heart. What the hell was he doing at the party? Before she could search for him in their impromptu audience she felt a stirring nearby warning her that her hot headed cousin was less than amused.

 

Solie's nostrils flared. She knew that she was close to losing total control.  It was one thing when idiots took pot shots at her but quite another when they attacked family.  This asshole had made the worst mistake of his soon to be short life.  “Wrong move dickhead,” she ground out just before she threw the beer in her hand right into his face.

 

He let out a yelp of surprise right before the platinum blonde’s small fist connected with his jaw sending him to the ground.  His friend took a step forward but halted the minute she turned her gaze to him.  She was so beyond pissed now.

 

Ro knew she should do something to stop the fight but things were spinning out of control so fast she couldn't keep up. Part of her only saw the drunk on the ground as a weakling that deserved what he got. It was survival of the fittest after all, to hell with the consequences.

 

His friend looked at her as if asking for help. That pulled her out of it for a moment. She grabbed Solie's hand intending to stop her before this went any further but then she saw Peter's face as he stepped forward from the crowd clapping as he told the pair and anyone else listening, "I knew I picked the wrong cousin. Now that's a real animal."

 

He walked up to the pair and attempted to force a kiss on Solie. Before she could move, Ro, with tears in her eyes, let go of her cousin's arm and flew in a rage at her ex.  The strawberry blonde was deceptively strong for the lithe build of her body.  Hours upon hours of dance training had honed her body into a machine.  The fact that he was attempting to humiliate her only real friend infuriated her. She launched herself at the pair.

 

Solie, expecting the move, rolled as the three of them went down.  She heard the audible sound of bone breaking and knew that Peter was in excruciating pain.  “Serves you right asshole,” the young woman thought dispassionately with a slight curl of her lip.  She had barely made it to her feet when a glass bottle was broken across the back of her skull.  The fact that she could feel the warm liquid slide down the back of her neck told her that she was bleeding.

 

Ro’s ex howled in pain as she pounded on him giving him no quarter to move. The smell of blood more than the sound of something breaking had her turning to see what had happened. The drunk had apparently slammed his drink into her cousin's head, the crimson flow through her multicolored tresses evidence that he had hit his mark.

 

"Lee, watch out," She screamed as the drunk's buddy came at her from the other side.

 

The dancer tried to kick out at the attacking pair but the distraction cost her. Her ex exploited her divided attention to his advantage, using his one good arm to punch her in the face. Ro growled seeing stars as she felt some sort of energy like a warm wind starting to build around them. What the hell was going on now?

 

Solie moved almost on autopilot as she blocked kicks and punches.  Her father's words rang in her mind the first, last, and only warning he had ever given her.  “My little Lee, you are special in this world.  You can't fight like other children because you're not like them,” he had patiently explained after he had been called when she'd had been involved in a fight with a little boy who had ripped the pretty new dress her father had bought her. 

 

Later she knew what he'd meant by that, but at the time she had spent the rest of the day crying, thinking that her daddy was mad at her.  However with every blow these two drunken idiots threw her anger increased.  She knew why she couldn't just beat them out right but it was galling to do nothing more than stave off an attack.  It was like a blow to her pride.  She could feel a cool wind inside of her looking for an outlet.  It was such a strange experience that she could do no more than let it out.

 

Shaking her head to clear it Rose looked down at her ex. She was pissed she'd let him get the hit in. It was more anger than actual pain that had her vision blurred. Her dad's voice called in her memory reminding her not to lose focus in the heat of the moment. She pushed Peter away from her dropping her knee on his broken wrist to remind him he had better things to worry about than hitting her. He screamed in pain but suddenly went silent.

 

There seemed to a moment of dead calm where Ro could hear a pin drop. There wasn't even any rustling from the crowd. Realistically she knew it could only have lasted for a fraction of a second but it seemed like an eternity as she turned to see what had the crowd so enthralled. The energy in the air boiled around her as she looked up at her cousin. Suddenly the food table near the drunks burst into flames. The napkins and paper plates quickly smoldered to ash as people screamed pushing every which way in their confused attempt to escape.

 

Rose stared at the flames not quite understanding where they came from though something in the back of her head nagged at her that she should know. She felt her ex move beside her screaming something about it being their fault as he pushed her toward the fire in his efforts to escape. The perceived threat to her life was the final straw for the young woman. She drew the heat of rage into herself as  the edges of her vision she saw the world start to go dark. 

 

The rush of energy as it left Rose's body was a minor relief but it had unaccounted effects.  Suddenly the power for the entire street went out.  It was as if someone had flipped a switch.  The scared and confused crowd paused a moment as if unsure what to make of this newest development.  The loss of power so quickly after the fire turned panic into hysteria.  People ran screaming, trampling those unlucky enough to be caught under foot.

 

There painted only in the dancing firelight was Rose and Solie, two solitary figures that seemed to be some kind of avenging angels.  The girls wore an impassive face as they watched the people around them.  As one they turned to each other they didn't need words; the look said it all.  There was no way they were going to get out of this.

 

In the chaos the girls weren't sure how they managed to make it home. The campus was abuzz with the news of the strange party gone bad. It seemed their fight with the men had been forgotten in the frenzy of the fire and subsequent black out. They knew that wouldn't last for long though.

 

Early the next morning they snuck back onto the scene having heard that the boy hosting the party had been ordered to stay with family until his parents got back to town.

 

Rose looked at the blackened remains of the table, the wall behind it scorched. "I heard they are blaming the fire on party candles getting too close to the paper products. How likely do you think that is?" She asked her cousin raising an eyebrow.

 

"About as likely as a spontaneous freak power surge hitting the block at the same time to knock out the power," Lee responded shaking her head at the strawberry blonde.

 

Her cousin sighed, "Okay then, two more questions. How long before word of this gets back to our fathers and do we want to take bets on which one calls first?"

 

Solie eyed the damage one more time sighing deeply.  “Oh I'd say we have the rest of the day to make out our wills,” she answered grimly only slightly amused at her cousin's groan.  “On the bright side...”

 

“What bright side,” Rose wailed running her fingers through her hair.  There was just too much destruction for either of their father's over look something like this.

 

“Drama queen,” Lee said affectionately bumping the other girl's hip with her own.  “As I was saying, on the bright side our deaths’ should be fairly quick and painless.”

 

“Oh that's comforting,” Ro groaned covering her face.  She often wondered how her cousin could find anything to laugh about in even the direst of situations.

 

Shaking her head, the strawberry blonde looked from destruction to the brightening day outside. "Well I guess changing our names and moving to another country is out of the question. We might as well get home and wait for the fall out… Maybe work on those wills. Hey if I last longer can I have your cd collection?"

 

Lee scratched her head as they headed back to their dorm room. Shrugging her small shoulders she wrapped an arm around her cousin.  “I don't see why not.  Besides your musical tastes could use a little broadening.”  Laughing she dropped her arm ducking out of the way of her cousin's fist.  They may only have a few more hours together but Solie would make damn sure they went out laughing.