Falling Stars - Chapter 23
"Shit, Jeff please hurry. That was Shannon; he said that things are really getting serious now. Suzanne has Shane, Peter and Dwayne all in the ring. They are all tied up and at gunpoint. Avalon and Troy are headed out there now to try and stop them, but it is going to be tricky with an arena packed with innocent bystanders," Reese told her boyfriend as she switched off her cell phone. "He also said that someone is dead, but he wouldn't say who."
"Oh God," was all Jeff could manage to say as he put his foot back on the gas. Traffic was horrible in New York, as it usually was, but tonight it just seemed impossible to get through.
"We are never going to get there at this rate. The arena is only a few blocks from here right? Let's park and run, I think I can make it. Actually, I know I can make it, we just need to get there."
Jeff pulled the rental car over as soon as he found a place that was safe. They had only managed to get a few blocks away from WWF New York, but the arena and the restaurant weren't that far from each other, so they were lucky. Grabbing her gun and a few other things out of her bag, Reese started off towards the arena. Jeff quickly got out of the car and grabbed the things he would need and then ran off after her. Hopefully, they would get to their friends in time.
Suzanne laughed into the microphone as she teased Shane Helms. "Come on Shane don't you want to beg your boss for you life. Or maybe you could beg your future boss Vince McMahon," she said as she looked at him. He had been strong up until she had stuck the barrel of her gun into his mouth. Now the tears streamed down his cheeks and the sobs wracked his beautifully sculpted body. Laughing to herself, she loved how each of the men were clad only in the shorts they had worn to bed the night they had been kidnapped. There had been no need to let them dress or to give them any extra clothes.
"Mandah, my dear, what do you think we should do with this young man, your boyfriend? Should we shoot him and hope that that will get McMahon or Bischoff to come out here and listen? Or should we just torture him some more and then maybe start torturing Peter and Dwayne?" Suzanne looked at her fiancée as she said his name; removing the gun from Shane's mouth she pointed it towards Dwayne. The pain of being betrayed, evident in his eyes.
"I actually wouldn't mind torturing Dwayne some more. I know this is killing him inside." "I think torture is good. Give these fine people something to watch. If we shoot them, then we will start running out of things to play with," Mandah said with a smile.
"Okay then, torture it is. Eric, Vince all you have to do is come out here and confess to the horrible things you have done to my family and to others.
All you have to do is come out here and resign, sell your companies, atone for what you've done. I just want revenge on you for the families and the lives you've ruined, by ruining yours."
Suzanne looked back at Shane as she handed her gun to Mandah. She stared into the eyes of Shane as he continued to cry. Pulling the knife she had been hiding out of the pocket of her jacket, she reached over to him and wiped the tears from his left cheek and then ran the knife across his chest.
Blood began to drip from the gash and onto the mat as Shane cried out in pain. Suzanne just laughed again as she slowly walked over to Peter.
Bringing the knife up to Peter's cheek, she placed the blade against his skin and slowly pulled the knife down. Blood welling up at the surface instantly. Tears began to fall from Peter's eyes but he did not cry out. Instead he just stared at Suzanne, pain and anger filling his eyes. Reaching the bloody blade out towards him, she tried to cut him a second time, but was interrupted by music that began to play loudly throughout the arena.
Suzanne smiled. She recognized that music. It was the music of Eric Bischoff.