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Post by l on Jan 21, 2008 1:55:55 GMT -5
Her eyes slowly adjusted to the sunlight outside of her car. She hadn't a clue as to why she was here. Something just compelled her to come. Maybe to finish what it seemed she failed months ago. She let out a soft sigh as she stretched her legs and made the progressions of stepping out of the car. The black limo pulled away ever so gently as she closed the door. The ride wasn't that bad from Toronto. She had drove worse. This time she only had to ride. Lifting the small piece of paper to her eye sight she read it over once more...
Such anger in his words...She should have made sure he was dead...As for Lilith...Lindsay just shook her head. Yeah she got dumped again...Well more or less. Lilith just disappeared on her. So it wasn't as bad of a hurt Mark probably wanted, but it hurt all the same. Take the same steps she took almost two months ago she entered the GCW tower. A few memories came back to her. The pool scene, the lunch date. All just memories now. GCW harbored no ill emotions. Just reminders of how she failed. But that was a page turned and a chapter ended. Maybe she would return to the ring someday. But that day wasn't anytime soon. The soft clicking of her heels echoed through the almost empty lobby. Her dark brown hair bouncing gingerly across her shoulders. Sapphire eyes fixed on the glossy finish of the transportation device ahead of her.
*ding*
The cable carriage opened before she could even press the button. A few superstars exited laughing and talking about god knows what. She didn't take the time to listen, or even care for that matter. Stepping into the cable carriage she pressed the button for the third floor. How she knew his floor? Simple, she has friends in the wrestling world. You don't wrestle for someone for a year and not have some what of a small friendship with them...Well at least that was how she operated. Leaning her back against the wall of the carriage she waited. The elevator slowly moved up wards to wards the third floor.
2....
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Here. Her mind was at ease, calm, in a euphoric state. She didn't have a care right now, other then to finish what she started. The soft carpet of the halls dulled the sound of her heels. This was going to be interesting...to say the least. Taking in a deep breath she released it on a sigh and with a short firm knock to his door. |
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Post by wolf on Jan 21, 2008 2:09:22 GMT -5
He'd kept himself locked away in his room not wanting to see or hear from anyone else at this point. The only real concern he had was finding his father and ending things right this time, before moving on to other business in Toronto. The knock at the door caught him off guard, he couldn't think of anyone that would want to bother with him other than his useless oaf of a brother trying to tell him things would work out and be fine, when mark knew full well they would never be fine again. He opened the door quickly about to tell his brother just where to go and how to get there, but stopped short when he saw who was on the other side of the door.
Several conflicting emotions surfaced in him and he shoved aside everything but the hate and anger, those he held onto and it showed in his eyes. If looks could kill she would have been a bloody mess on the floor already, when he spoke his voice was cold empty. You...what the fuck do you want?
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Post by l on Jan 21, 2008 2:22:43 GMT -5
Lindsay sighed, and shook her head. She looked him over...well here he was. Alive...
So why exactly didn't you die? No offense but...Well actually take offense. You should be dead.
Lindsay was a little pissed. She had really hoped the letter was written by Jason. Something to try and make her feel bad. But she didn't. She wanted Mark dead. That would be why she shot him. Life had been easier since he was gone. She even ran her own business now. he had only held her back...and now...with him alive. Things could get complicated. Somethin would have to be done.
Mind if I come in? We could finish this real quick. Make it look like you killed yourself, or hell you could just kill yourself for me right now. Will save me a lot of trouble and I can get back to Toronto. |
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Post by wolf on Jan 21, 2008 2:44:19 GMT -5
Why aren't I dead? Thats simple remember those last two little words you spoke as you pushed me off the bridge "Don't Die" I believe it was. Well you know doubt meant that to taunt me but hell I figured why not come back and make sure to to pay you back for the lies. As for finishing this now well we can if you really want to but I doubt you'll like the ending very much, gets rather painful for you before it's over. He wanted to reach out right now and grab her by the neck, just give it that one violent twist and then watch as her body twitched neck snapped life fading from it but that would be to fast and if there was one thing he was sure of she didn't deserve a quick ending she need to suffer for all she had done, and he knew just where to start. You know the best part about things right now is how much of a problem I could cause you. I'm sure it wouldn't help your new job at all if they knew you had shot your husband I mean there are some legal complications there for you if things were to be found out. Then there is the small matter of the fact that I haven't signed any divorce papers yet so really I hope Toronto works out well so when it comes time for me to file those papers I can rip that little bit of joy right out from under you. He stood there now glaring at her every second fighting the urge to just kill her right here, only able to do so by finding comfort in the fact that the longer he took with things the more she would suffer. He had never felt such hate for anyone before not even his own father, but then his father even on the worst of days when he was younger had never lied to and betrayed him like she had.
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Post by l on Jan 29, 2008 14:13:36 GMT -5
You mean these papers? The ones you signed when you took custody of Emily? Oh thats right, I forgot to tell you, Greg is still her father. And we aren't married. Good luck trying to take anything but the pleasure of you being dead already from me.
She literally pushed past him and made her way to his couch...actually...her couch. This was her couch from their house...she knew he always loved it but damn.
Nice couch Marky Poo. So tell me, how is Sarah? I mean you do talk to your family still don't you? Or are you just this big green mean man now. Not caring about anyone, or anything? Still that pathetic huh Mark? |
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Post by wolf on Jan 29, 2008 14:31:20 GMT -5
So you got the papers you wanted big deal, as long as me still breathing makes you miserable then that will be enough for me.
Funny you asking about Sarah and all considering we both know you don't give a damn about anyone other than yourself, I mean you did just up and stop talking to her when things didn't quite go your way a few months back now didn't you. If you really must know about Sarah why not ask Jason next time you see him because as far as I'm concerned thats family business and as you just showed me your not family anymore. Just like that she had waltzed right in and taken a seat on the couch he wondered why he didn't just throw her out on her ass not like she needed to be here, hell he'd probably enjoy it to after all she had put him though. Those damned emotions again showing up as he saw her sitting there though why did he still have them why couldn't he be as dead inside as she wanted him physically it would all be so much easier that way he could do what he needed to and move on.
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Post by l on Jan 29, 2008 15:00:41 GMT -5
Lindsay just shook her head. A smirk crossed her face.
So in other words you don't know how Sarah is. What she realize what a shitty brother-in-law you are? I mean that would explain why I saw Jason in Toronto. You family finally realized you were just a worthless piece of shit. But its okay, I understand you dont have feelings Mark.
Lindsay reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of paint? Why on earth she had paint in her purse, we would never know, but obviously it was here to serve a purpose. She took the bottle and opened it. Slowly she smiled and let it dump all over HER couch.
Ops...I made a mess.
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Post by wolf on Jan 29, 2008 15:18:46 GMT -5
I don't have any feelings? Thats fucking rich coming from you! Who was it that just turned around and walked out for no god damn reason, sure as hell wasn't me. Oh yeah and who was it that decided to shoot me four times in the fucking chest all while saying that little bullshit about not dying! Who was it that lied to me and made me think she actually cared and then proceeded to rip me apart, thats right Lindsay it was all you! None of this made any sense to him here she was seemingly trying to push him over the edge yet again and more or less destroying her own couch with that paint. I mean she had to know he wouldn't care about her doing that so why? It's like she was slipping into the same anger driven madness that had been trying to claim him ever since he woke in the hospital.
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Post by l on Feb 1, 2008 17:15:04 GMT -5
Actually those all seem like the feelings of hate to me. Because Mark. I hate you, I DESPISE you. I told you that. Because I wanted you to die, confused, to die wondering why? Just why did she shoot little poor ol me. But I guess I didn't do a good enough job. I should have planted one in your head.
Lindsay stood up slowly from the couch. A devious smirk gracing her face all the while. Poor Mark. Dumb as ever, guided and blinded by his emotions. Like always.
Oh sweetie you still haven't figured it out? I used you. Used you to get my nationwide title back, used you to get in with Sarah so I could get a chance at the tag belts. You were just a piece to a bigger game. So sad. You..you really thought I loved you. |
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Post by wolf on Feb 1, 2008 17:45:29 GMT -5
What could he say to what Lindsay had just told him. Everything he had been thinking for the past while since waking up in that hospital bed confirmed true by her own words now. She couldn't have hurt him worse if she tried at the moment, the physical wounds would always heal but the mental ones, the ones she had just had opened wide those would never heal right after this. He slumped back against the wall slowly sinking to the floor not even sure what he could say at this point. If this was all life had left for him why had he survived at all, who was there to even trust. Unable to form words at this point he just waited for her to pour more salt on the wounds she had opened, waited for more of the hate he couldn't understand to come.
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Post by l on Feb 1, 2008 17:58:54 GMT -5
pathetic....
Lindsay tossed her purse back up over her shoulder before heading to wards the door. He would die on his own soon enough. She wouldn't even have to lift a finger. She walked ever so slowly to the door. And smiled at Mark as she passed him. Shaking her head she exited the room and the tower. And hopefully his life. |
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