Amy
Part Three
It was a good hour or so before Gwen pulled up in front of the same house she had earlier that day. She looked up at the house, brow raised. Despite the fact that it was night time, the house was oddly dark with very, very few lights on at all. Amy began to walk up the path by herself, but Gwen got out of her car and quickly followed. She followed Amy into the empty-looking house. She didn't trust a sixteen year old girl going into a house by herself. Even though she was sixteen, bad things still happened from a car to the doorway. As Gwen looked around, she saw two people she'd seen before: Adam Cameron and Seraph… or Ahriman as Amy affectionately called him. She raised her brow a bit as Seraph got to his feet and came a few steps forward. “Just, uh... dropping her off.”
“I see you runnin'
You're gone
A million miles away
But you know I'm comin'
Violins that
Blows you into space
And you think
You're gonna get away
Like you did before
But you're the type
I never feel sorry for, so…”
Adam had turned his head away from Seraph for a moment to spot Gwen coming in, and he smiled. “Good to know you're on top of things.” Gwen nodded slightly, smiling faintly before she turned to gaze at Seraph. He moved forward to Gwen and Amy, literally taking Amy by the hand and pulling her toward him. He just looked at Gwen, curiously, protectively holding Amy’s hand in her own. “Where did you find her?” Gwenivere shrugged a bit. “Well, she was wandering around downtown all by her lonesome. So I picked her up and we spent the day together because she couldn’t get in the house.” Gwenivere explained this calmly to Seraph. She knew all too well from just his posture, that he was the protective elder brother. Her brothers were exactly the same.
Gwenivere watched as Big Brother looked at Amy, checking her up and down. He looked back to her, brow raised. “And what did you do to her?” Gwenivere shrugged a little bit as Amy skittered off, saying that she was sleepy. She smiled a bit, sliding her hands into her front pockets, her thumbs hooking into her belt loops. She returned her gaze to Seraph, brow raised a little bit. The little ring in her eyebrow twinkled slightly in the dimmed light of the room. “I didn’t do anything to her. She just looked too innocent walking around by herself. She said she wanted a change anyway. I was just the messenger… with a credit card.” She explained, nodding softly. As she spoke, she noticed Seraph looking over his shoulder at Cameron. Her brow raised a bit more, her head tilting to the side. She heard something muttered to Cameron from Seraph’s lips, which she could have sworn was: “She’s fucking hot”, but she could have been wrong. Seraph’s gaze returned to her, looking down at her face. His brown eyes were mysterious and dark, as opposed to Gwen’s bright blue eyes which were almost light-heartened and joyous. Ahh, false innocence. “How much do I owe you for the clothes?”
“FALL INTO MY DEATH TRAP!”
What a silly question. How much does he owe her? Gwen chuckled a bit and ran a hand through her ebony and crimson locks. “You don't owe me anything. My treat.” Cameron stood and laughed a bit, moving forward to stand with Seraph and Gwenivere. He smirked slightly. “So, do you regularly find little girls wandering around on dark streets, and buy them clothes?” With a laugh, he presented his hand to her. “I'm Adam. I guess.” Gwenivere extended her hand to grasp his tightly. “I’m Gwen.” She replied with a bit of a nod before looking up at the other. Her arms crossed over her chest, her head cocking slightly to the side. “And you must be the infamous Seraph Amy has talked about all day.” Faintly, Seraph smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.”
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“Life's paranoia
You're hiding in
The dark all day
At night I call you
Cause I know
You're always wide awake
So you never
Sleep at all at night
Extermination
Of you're wasted life…”
The three adults sat in the living room, all with a few feet between them. It was either a defensive measure, or just the fact that they didn’t know each other that well. Cameron was sitting on the edge of a chair, fidgeting, as if antsy to get the ball rolling or go for a walk or something. Here, puppy. His hands were constantly adjusting his clothing and his hair, smoothing both. Seraph sat solemnly, removed from the other two on the sofa. One leg was crossed at the other, ankle to knee, his hand curled around her calf to hold it up. The other lay across his stomach. And Gwenivere had folded herself into a bowl chair. Her legs were curled beneath her frame, one hand holding up her head, the other draped over her lap. They were quiet for a long while before Cameron began to initiate the conversation.
“So, Gwen. What’s going on with that match against The Vine you got?” He looked up at her, leaning forward, folding his arms over his legs. Gwen lifted her gaze a bit, brow lifted in question. “Who knows? The bastard beat me at Legacy.” Gwen’s hand lifted slowly to rub her jaw which had begun to hurt… again. “He knows well enough that I won’t be goin’ down without a fight.” With this, Gwenivere shrugged slightly. She massaged her temple slowly. Adam laughed a bit as he came up with a funny interjection. Both Seraph and Gwenivere looked at him oddly.“Shortest title reign, ever. And losing to a girl!” He exclaimed, laughing whole-heartedly. Seraph smiled faintly but remained in his little bubble of ‘grr, I’m evil’ness. Gwen smirked a bit, flashing Cameron a choice finger. He cackled a bit more before shaking his head and smoothing back his hair.
“So now I've got you
You're cornered like a fool
I terminate you
Live by my golden rule
Task complete
And once again I've won
Now I search
For another victim to come
I can't explain the sheer
Thrill of it all
Its such a chill
To watch the meek just fall…”
He honestly looked like he had had way too much caffeine in the time span of an hour before she had arrived. The poor guy just did not stop moving! “C’mon, Gwenny! Bad mouth him! You’re among… friends now.” She stifled a chortle and shook her head. “Friends, huh? I can live with that. I’ve nothing to say about Vine. He’s a hypocritical ass that says I’m blinded by money and fame.” She rolled her eyes softly and shook her head with disdain. Adam chuckled as Seraph sat there, quietly. Seraph, as if returning from the proverbial dead, looked up at Gwen.
“Where did you and Amy go today?” He was quiet as he asked her this, those brown pools locked with her own. She smirked a little bit, letting a soft sigh pass her lips. “Oh, you know. The usual. A Chippendale club. Cocaine run to Mexico. Y’know. Girl stuff.” Gwenivere smiled slightly, winking playfully.
“DEATH TRAP!
DEATH TRAP!”
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I tried to be kind. I tried to be nice. I just tried to be an all-around good sport. But, y’know, Vine… ya just don’t get to have that little sparkle of conscience from me. In fact, come Sunday, at Ground Zero, Mister T. Vine… you will understand why I stayed in the ring with you until it was just you and me. You won, because I was tired. But now, it’s just you and me. I won’t have any Da Mans, or Evalynn Eidolons wearing me down. There will be no knowing nod of my head from either respect or some other movement. It’s an all out war with you and I, now. No holds barred. Gender is no issue. There will be no line between female and male with us. I’ll be at one-hundred percent strength… will you? I’ll rip you down to your bones, Vine. There will be nothing left to hold that belt ‘round your waist. The belt will be mine. I will leave you broken, batted and bleeding.
You say I should fear something. Fear what? An over-priced, over-rated, hypocritical man who thinks he can try to bash my pride by saying that I get paid from people’s hardships? You don’t even know what a hardship is. I belong here. Oh, do I ever. I’ve proved myself. If I hadn’t, you’d be correct. I wouldn’t belong here. But I am here. Now. I do not need the approval or you, or the public. Vogue is a magazine for falsities. What woman honestly looks like that without being made-up, air-brushed and practically mutilated, using some kind of computer program. As for my relationships, they are none of your concern. I don’t have them, because I don’t want them.
Come Ground Zero, as it is. Bring your little world that you are holding for me. Bring your belt. Bring your body, mind and soul. I will crush your world beneath my foot while leaving you wounded and in the Intensive Care Unit. The only thing I want of you is your Belt and your blood. Come Ground Zero, and I will look you in the eye. I will tell you that I will beat you. And I will come out of the ring with your belt in my hands. It will no longer be your world. It will be the world of Gwenivere Jordan.
“Fall in.”
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