Exhale, inhale. Exhale,
inhale. Faint Jimi Hendrix plays in the background. "Foxy
Lady" is followed in beat by the strong arms lifting
a large bench press weight. Long legs hold firm a position,
straddled across the bench. Black bikini bottoms and a cut-off
wife beater cover bronze skin, drenched in perspiration. Exhale,
inhale, exhale, inhale.
"How many is that?"
She locks her elbows, holding the weight above her head. A
small voice comes from the other side of the room.
"I don't know,
I lost track a few hours ago."
Abbie throws her Rubiks cube down in aggravation, two
sides of the cube already one solid color. She crosses her
arms in front of her chest and scoffs. "I
hate that damn toy."
Lillith hangs the bar up on the bench, and sits up. She rubs
a towel against her bare stomach, and the back of her neck.
She stands, and approaches her little sister. She wanted to
tell Abbie not to cuss, but.. why? "These
things take time, Abbie. I used to play with these all the
time. When there was nothing better to do, I looked in my
mind and found amusement." Lillith picked up the
Rubiks cube, and examined it. "Wow,
this is pretty good for about five hours of work."
Abbie scoffed again, her look of frustration
apparent in the soft-set eyes behind puffy-baby cheeks. "What?"
took me months to figure this out."
Lillith smiled, waiting for a response from Abbie. Abbie turned
to Lillith, and wrapped her arms around Lilliths neck.
Lillith held her tightly, much like she had the night she
rescued Abbie from the clutches of her father in the trailer
back in Iowa. Abbie moved closer to her, and nuzzled her shoulder.
"I know, we are
going upstairs." Abbie yawned,
a faint whish of breath grazed Lillith's arm. She smiled,
and scooped up Abbie in her arms. She kissed her on the forehead,
and continued on to walk up the stairs.
sweaty." Abbie rubbed her
forehead, the small beads of sweat on Lillith's chin marking
her little sister as if it were Ash Wednesday. Lillith laughed,
as she dropped Abbie to her feet at the top of the stairs,
Abbie clumping away down the hall to her bedroom.
Lillith wiped her forehead once more
with the towel, looking to the clock on the black marble mantel
in the lounge; 2:32pm. She frowned, and picked up the phone.
"........Hey, B? I know that you
are busy and I know that you can't do a lot of favors for
me... but Abbie went to bed just now and it is only 2:30.
I think she is coming down with something. Could you watch
her until I get back from my interview at the XWF later?......All
right. Thanks. Bye."
Lillith sighed, resting against the
back of a leather couch in the junction between the greeting
hall and the lounge. She had 30 minutes to get showered, and
get to the XWF before Steve Sayors would send out the troops
to locate the woman everyone thinks is inane, and on her last
rope. She had a lot to say, now that things were so different.
She didn't realize how different the situation would be now
that there has been time for her mind to rest after the occasion
with herself. No doubt the XWF was swinging a finger at Kitten
in shame. She didn't want to return to that. Hell, all the
other places she had been she won the best titles they had,
and walked out. But she had been with the XWF for over a year.
Why? She didn't know herself. Maybe she did inside, but she
couldn't bear to say it out loud. The embarrassment and the
media uproars of the past haunted her greatly of her decisions
in the XWF. Life had somewhat come together. Abbie was starting
up school again down the street at a Catholic school. Kitten
never was much for religion, but she had thought if Abbie
learned Faith, she could never go wrong. Lillith herself never
grew up with too much faith in anything, not even herself.
And to force Abbie to know the pain it causes inside, would
liberate hell within Lillith, inevitably killing her consciousness,
invariably leaving her out to dry in a hot sun, with no water
for miles around. Hell yeah, it would kill her. But no sooner
had she fallen in the depths of her mind in thought before
a small voice once again came from out of the room. "I'm
fine, Sissy. I'm just sleepy."
Lillith walked to Abbie's room, crouching
by her bedside. "Honey, you never
sleep before 8pm and after 9am. This is new for you, and that
last case of bronchitis really scared me."
Her little eyes looked up to her big
sister's and glistened. "I thought
you never get scared. That's why I like you, Sissy. You're
my Guardian Angel."
Tears swelled in Lillith's eyes but
she would die miserable if her little sister witnessed her
tears. She was confused, because she was feeling utter joy.
She had her little baby sister back. Maybe for not some for
the most crucial years of her life, but she had her. And Jesus,
God, there was no better feeling than to be loved. She had
called Abbie her guardian back at the trailer where she had
rescued her.... This was her gift. Never an obligation. A
gift. The gift of a child, and the love of a child. She feared
parenthood a few years back with her first and only pregnancy
with IOMAC, but she saw no fear in it any longer. She almost
wished Abbie was her child. Then it dawned on her. She would
legally adopt her. Lillith's eyes brightened.
"Baby, do you want me to be your mommy?"
Abbie looked at Lillith slightly confused,
cocking her head to the side. "But..
you're my sister."
she said chuckling slightly. "But
I can adopt you, and I will be your mommy on papers. You don't
have to call me mommy if you don't want to. In fact, you can
still call me Sissy. But this way, I can take care of you
Abbie looked to the ground, a scowl
on her angelic face. Lillith frowned, looking closer to Abbie's
"You won't ground
me all the time, will you?"
Lillith laughed, "Of
course not! Why would do a thing like that?"
"'Cuz that's what
Lillith clutched Abbie to her chest,
touching her beautiful Goldilocks hair. "No.
Mommies love. And love and love all the time. They make cookies
and pies with their children, sing them lullabies at bedtime,
and always, ALWAYS look out for their children."
"But Sissy, that's what you do for me!"
Lillith smiled, kissing Abbie on the
forehead again before she walked out. She went to the kitchen,
and began to make some cappuccino. She sighed happily. She
had never felt this feeling of fulfillment. Though other issues
dwelled on her shoulders like spiked chains of burden and
sin.... this moment stood out.
"Today's a good
After her shower, she stood in a bath
towel in front of her floor-length mirror, brushing her firey
locks with a bristle comb. The fine teeth didn't tear through
her hair anymore, stress hadn't prevailed in her life for
quite some time.. and she had become reasonably healthy. Her
new training and stress-reduction techniques she learned from
a neighborhood shaman back in India had made her seem to stand
at least a foot taller than she had before. India had been
her home for nearly a month after her battle with herself,
while Abbie stayed with Bianca. She spent another week traveling
Europe, visiting some old hot spot hangouts and friends she
had accumulated a reputation with over the past few years.
She was revitalized, fresh from the oven. Her long, shapely
legs glistened with the beads of water from the shower over
taut, ripe and toned muscles. Her arms had grown considerably,
mostly from playing with Abbie. Abbie may only be about 65
pounds, but picking her up, carrying her all over the house,
piggy-back rides, throwing her in the air, muscle training,
weight training, cardio training.. the list goes on and on...
had left a profound effect on the old, pale, shriveled Kitten's
body. The Arabian sun gave her a bronze that made her body
glow, the contrast between her and the white towel amazing.
The fine eats from the European restaurants and new toxin
acupuncture she had been experimenting with left her complexion
flawless. No longer did she bear the bruises, scratches, scrapes
and fractures everyone had seen her with before. She was back
to her old self. Just as she had tried to do before, but failed.
Her hair began drying into small curls that rested on her
shoulders, but barely. She smiled at herself in the mirror,
only stopping after dressing to once again gaze in the mirror,
apply chap stick, and grab her keys. She got into her 2005
Mitsubishi Eclipse, and started the car. She had splurged
on a shopping spree and bought two new vehicles. The Eclipse
wasn't a car that people with loads of money would think to
buy, but she had fully loaded the vehicle to the point that
there was no more room under the hood for any more improvements
and upgrades. The red pearl undertones, masked over by fishnet
car tattoos was a head turner, and no damn baseball bat would
hit this baby, hell no. Not at the cost of the Turbo Hemmy
that was installed. They would lose their head for it. It
was Lillith's new love. A lover that wouldn't talk back, and
as long as you gave it a little money, it would go for all
it was worth. Wouldn't it be nice if all men were that way?
She hit the gas, roaring out of the
estate's drive with screeching tires, dogs barking around
the neighborhood. The radio popped on, "Duality"
by Slipknot playing a tune for her current state of mind.
She smiled, banging her thumbs against the rubber wheel-guard
on the steering column. Five and a half minutes until Sayors
shit his pants in a conniption fit. Ah well. He could wait.
This is what people have been waiting for, if they have been
paying attention. The woman who caused a scene when she first
came in, not once.. not twice but three times that week....
who eventually nabbed the Universal Title form a low-card
ingrate and kept it from the snarling pack of wolves of the
XWF for nearly three months.... caused a controversial media
swarm between herself and Steve Jason, countless mistakes,
two deaths alone in this federation, and then her reign over
Anarchy.. then over the XWF.. that eventually collapsed as
she struggled with herself with a rage vengeance against Steve
Jason for no real apparent reason, only that he didn't love
her. Damn. This would be one long interview. All the questions
of the past, plus the new addition of going for the Universal
Title again, and having to explain the incident with her mental
health before the close-down. Hell, she didn't want to do
that. Not at all.
"I push my fingers
into my eyes..... it's the only thing.. that slowly stops
the ache... but it's made of all... the things I have to take..
Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside... if the pain
goes on.. I'm not going to make it!"
She couldn't resist the urge to slightly head bang. She had
to. It had been ages since she had been to a concert. But
the setting wouldn't be that different from that of the ring.
Sweat, blood, bashing around, loud music, loud cheering, beer,
hell..... but the difference is, the concert would ROCK THE
HOUSE. But her job.. job. She said the word 'job'. She never
had called it 'job'. I guess that explains it enough for itself.
She had never called it a job because she felt that a job
was an obligation. She wanted to have fun, she had so many
times in other feds. What was so different now, and why did
she stay there?
If it was for anything, it could be
the Universal Title. It was a big thing, at least in this
fed. There are large numbers always filtering through the
federation, and somehow everyone will know your reputation
before you talk to them. The Universal Title is about respect.
But not now. This time, she was up against three of the most
eligible people for the title. One, she had fought so many
times before and whooped him but once where she failed on
her own account, not his. Bigg Rigg, that is. He was good
when you needed him, and he could be counted on if you need
muscle and you didn't want to handle it yourself. But the
problem with a bullet, it doesn't have brain cells. And that
was what Rigg was. A bullet. It could be taken as a compliment,
or as an insult. But he had cost her quite a bit in the past,
yet she still let him walk all over her when she owned the
XWF. She gave him a chance to walk without a limp.. a cane..
or scurrying about in a wheelchair. She gave him a chance
to see his wife again, who she too wanted to pull out of a
fast moving vehicle by her hair, and curb-stomp her until
she shit pickles. She gave him the chance to do everything
he does everyday, even continue to run his mouth with the
same ol' same ol' flames that never seem to be wore out. But
some people never change. And then some people do. But she
might not even face Bigg Rigg. That is, if Steve Jason wipes
the blood off the mat with Rigg's head like a mop. Lillith
had almost no doubt of that. The only problem with Rigg, is
that he has connections. Connections that always seem to pull
through when you least expect it, or at least want it. Lillith
admitted to herself that she had been nuts for flying into
the divisions that had large, robust men with anger issues.
But she loved it. She loved the fact that she could still
dominate over them, just as they try desperately to dominate
her. None had been able to do it. The only ties she had lost,
was by her own faults. Her mental state. previous attacks,
or lost ambition. Everyone has those times. Except for another
This was going to be tough. She still
had no idea what she truly thought of the man who had S3'ed
her in the same agonizing, embarrassing fashion as he had
to so many others. Others who had done horrendous things,
far greater sins than she had ever done. In a sense, he had
pretty much done a maneuver that put her in the same classification
as drug addicts, molesters, murderers, terrorists.... and
that list goes on. In a way, she hated Steve Jason for that.
She hated the fact that he was the one that 'got away'. It
was a total role-reversal. It had stunned and paralyzed her
for quite some time, leaving her vulnerable. And it ruined
her for a while. Her reputation fell apart, as the ratings
skyrocketed. It was a big media hoax that just wouldn't go
away. Yet, after all the hell and trauma, she still couldn't
shake the thought that maybe he gave a damn. After rejection
after rejection, after being horrified by the many times he
saved her ass and now owing him so much... after giving him
tokens of her heart, then having to fish them out of a bay....
after avoiding any comment about Heather and Steve's relationship;
dodging away from them and shielding her eyes from the unbearable
agony of seeing a ditsy ice queen from Valley Girls, ...being
insulted..... being S-3'ed.... how could he possibly give
a damn? All the while Kitten had been destroying everything
Lillith had worked hard for, Steve had the nerve to provoke
her and make it all worse by being.. happy. By ignoring her
and getting on with himself. Yes, she hated him for all of
that. But she was going to fight him almost inevitably. She
had to. Yet she didn't want to. Not because she was afraid
he'd win.. no. She would be afraid that SHE would win. What
would that do to Steven? Ruin a boy's ego, no doubt. No..
not that. She didn't want to fight him because of the fire
that still burned inside. The 'what if?' that burdens us all.
That was what was going to make this hard. She didn't care
anymore about all the times he saved her ass. It was the tease.
She knew that in a way, she was a responsibility for him.
She hated that, considering she can very well fend for herself.
Sure, she could get stalked by a crazy man and beaten for
days and days until near death. But somehow, she would have
gotten out of it. Don't argue with me, it didn't turn out
that way, so why question if she could or couldn't?
He was a whole different story. But
Lillith didn't feel the unbearable pain she had felt before
from Steven's rejections. She was content with knowing that
she was still loved by Abbie. Abbie did need a father figure,
but Steven wouldn't be up to the task. Lillith never once
saw him with a girl under the age of 18, let alone help raise
one. Lillith figured he'd be a good father, though. Be the
extra set of arms to spin her through the air when her own
arms were exhausted. Lillith laughed slightly as she approached
the XWF building, thinking of Steve Jason spinning Abbie around
and around, Abbie's feet kicking happily as she laughed and
laughed. Yeah, that would have been cute, But that is a wet
dream for another day, I suppose. No seriously, the pain was
almost diminished... but the what if?.... it bothered her
senselessly. He was different than she thought he was. She
had gotten him the most beautiful pendant she could find for
his birthday, though. Expenses didn't matter, only the meaning
of the gift. Apparently, it was a token that symbolized the
end of their war to him. That is how he seemed to take it,
anyway. But it didn't mean that to Lillith. And it didn't
mean anything that they would giggle and joke about in the
media, either. This had a solid reason, and if Steven couldn't
figure that out, then he wasn't the man she thought he was.
But his cold eyes still caught her that night on the beach.
She froze for a minute, the entire aura of the area off-balance.
She wasn't supposed to be there, she could feel it. Hostility
bubbled under the skin of many of the people at his party.
But she thought she'd make an appearance.... just to see 'what
Lillith pulled into the parking lot,
shutting off her vehicle and stepping out. Already, camera
crews sat flashing pictures and throwing up microphones in
the wake of the new announcement that the XWF was officially
opening again. Lillith held up a magazine over her face as
she walked into the building, knocking over a young blonde
reporter who cursed at her. Lillith smiled, and turned around
to face the mass of cameras.
The blonde looked up to Kitten,
as the camera crews began a mad rush of noting everything
that was being said. "Could I ask
you, what is your ambition in life?"
The blonde cocked her head to the side,
macking on her gum like cattle. "Um,
I don't know. I always wanted to be is like Barbra Walters."
"Oh, I thought
it was to be like Vanna White and learn the alphabet."
The mass of camera crews burst into laughter, as the blonde
reporter's jaw dropped to her chest. Lillith whirled around
on a pivoted toe, and whistled "Duality" as she
walked down the hall. Yes, rejuvenated. It felt good. Perhaps
Sayors would notice, too.
Nurse!" Yep, he'd notice.
Sayors came from behind Kitten, waving his business card in
the air. "Hey, if you want a slice
of Sayors Pie, you got to buy the whole baker-..... Kitten?"
Lillith smiled, snatching Steve Sayors'
card out of his hand. "Ah, Sayors.
So wonderful to see you. I see you're still a wise one with
Sayors laughed a little, nervously
rubbing the back of his neck. "Wow,
I didn't think it was you... you look, different."
His eyes were brighter, and the alien
device in his pants began to whir. "Steve,
turn it off. I hate it when you look at me like I'm a buffet."
Sayors quickly cleared his throat,
and diverted his eyes away from her body. Occasionally he'd
look back at her legs and hips for a moment, then letting
his faze fall on her neck and breasts.
Sayors flew forward, moving towards the interview room. Lillith
let the card fall the ground, stomping on it with her combat
boots she decided to wear with her pleather skirt, fishnet
stockings and white blouse tied at the top of her pants. She
entered the room, Sayors' eyes once again in all the wrong
places. Lillith shot him a look. "Damn
it, don't hurt me! I can't help it if you look like you just
walked out of page 86 in the Victoria Secret magazine.....
wow, that sounded desperate."
Lillith smiled. "Um,
yeah. You seriously need some help you are sounding like Crunch."
Sayors added after he stuffed his face with half a donut and
a shot of bourbon.
he calls himself now days.." Lillith
added but quickly diverted to another subject. "Wow,
buddy. Going to a lot of drinking parties? I never seen you
down one of those."
Sayors laughed, "Yeah
I'm getting used to it. Steve Jason's got me partied out."
Lillith's smile faded, as did Sayors'...
quickly. "Yeah. That's cool. Are
we going to start the interview?"
"Yeah, after you
tell me why I have security buzzing in my ear about a young
blonde woman outside who's fist has your name on it."
Lillith smiled, eyeing the small earpiece
the XWF had equipped it's staff with since the new opening.
She covered her mouth and laughed slightly, as she recollected
what she had said to the poor woman outside. "Oh,
puh-lease. Those kind of women are a dime a dozen. You know
what she'd get on an IQ test? Drool. Come on, Sayors. You've
known me for how long now? Ya figure you'd get that I cause
random acts of bullshit leaving the opposite party either
humiliated or ready for the fight. I got to have something
to do before I go home tonight."
Lillith smiled, walking over to the
couch in front of the screen with a dark color scheme of clouds.
A spotlight with an umbrella-like device reflecting the light
onto the screen shown in her face as she attempted to relax,
Sayors taking a seat adjacent from her. "Well,
I thought maybe you changed."
"Some things never
change, Sayors. And then some things do."
She raised an eyebrow, shocking the blood through Sayors once
again. He may have thought of her as a buffet, but she still
creeped the hell out of him.
"All right, are
After quite the boring introduction,
Lillith was almost ready for a nap. She didn't want to be
here in the first place, this was the last thing she wanted
to do today, especially since she knew Abbie wasn't well.
She didn't want to have to confront everything she had steered
away from over the past month or two, but she couldn't anymore.
She had avoided any interviews thus far, and now the accumulated
hell and media bullshit was too much to put off any longer.
"....... So Kitten..
how have you been? You look very different from the way you
"Yeah, I suppose
I do. I've been doing a lot of traveling. Seen some places
that reminded me just how insignificant I was to the big picture.
It made things clearer, my problems just a little bit easier
to deal with."
of problems, the XWF had seen a side of you that wasn't necessarily
different than normal, but definitely had an effect on every
wrestler here. What was it like to run the federation, and
why did you quit?"
Bam. He dropped the bomb already. He
never even asked how Abbie was doing or anything. it was business
first, bullshit later. "Ugh....
This is hell."
Lillith rested her head in her hands,
sighing. "I suppose it was a combination
of personal dilemmas and neglect from Jonathyn. It got too
hard to do everything Jonathyn has to do, and no one would
help me learn because I'm the "Bag Bad Kitten".
I guess people seem to think that this fed can run by itself,
and sorry, it can't. A lot of people never really had respect
for all the sacrifices I had to make. I got really unhealthy.
I got really.... different. It had to be transferred back
to Jonathyn, or it had to be shut down. But I never made the
final say. I never said anything to Jonathyn, in fact, it
was a person who was worried about me who told him I couldn't
hack it anymore. So he changed everything around and lead
me right into a path that had 'failure' written all over it."
"So you think
you have failed the XWF?"
You sound like a shrink. No, I don't feel like I have failed
the XWF. It was an inevitable thing. I didn't mean for it
to happen and anyone who thinks that can come and get the
cherry of my cigarette permanently planted between their eyebrows.
I don't care. I did the best I could, and still got shot down
for it. Yet again, I was at the top and there was no respect.
Nothing to help me grow and succeed, and nothing to hold me
back from taking over it. Like I said, I got unhealthy. And
the XWF should be glad nothing else happened..."
"You say that
you were unhealthy. Some of us are aware of what happened
with your mental status, and a few of us monitored what happened
to you after you left LA before the XWF closed down. Could
you explain to the audien-.."
"NO, I can't That's
the thing. I wanted to come here today and answer all your
questions. But I'm sorry, I can't. I don't even know what
happened to me. I was deceived, I was broken in so many pieces
I had to go find the pieces and glue them back together. It
was one of the toughest things I had to do, and it has really
left me with nothing inside. It was a pity I had to fight
Steve Jason just after I got rid of the culprit if all my
"You realize that
Steve Jason is under the impression that he 'kicked Kitten
out' of your head? In our latest interview, he had shared
with us that he felt he had ridded you of the persona, and
God damnit. If there wasn't a time
that she felt like an obligation.. a 'job'... she wished she
remembered how that felt now. Not only had Steve Jason done
JACK to her psyche with S-3ing her to the mat at their last
match, but now he was giving himself credit for the war she
had raged and left victorious be herself. What a crude way
to live, taking everything as your own success. What an..
Sayors's eyes widened, and he blinked.
Lillith stammered. "Shit."
"Did you call
Fuck, that was on camera! and if that got back to Steve Jason
he'd think she was calling him that. Fuel for the fire, she
knew. "Uh, sorry. That wasn't directed
at you, or any other situation. I was thinking about something
She bit her bottom lip nervously, as
Sayors eyed her. He sighed, shrugged and smiled again. "Okay,
A sigh of relief came from Kitten.
Hopefully, Steven would do just the same. Maybe she could
tell people she had teret's or something. No, Jesus not another
head problem. "What I meant to
say was.... no. He never did such a thing. I don't know where
all this information about my mental status is coming from,
but you're getting false information. My head is fine. Whatever
I have done, I did it for myself, by myself. It is a cut-throat
world, you might as well pick up a razor."
She grumbled under her breath. She
could feel the blood race to her face and fists. She could
see it pumping through a small vein in her wrist. She was
angry. She hated this. She just wanted to go home. Sayors
cleared his throat, "So you say
his S-3ing you has had no effect on you?"
"It gave me a
reason to hate him." Hell,
be honest, right? "But nothing
more. It gave me a reason, it gave me the chance. But as for
hating him, no. He knows if I hate him or not. I would have
never done what I did for his birthday if I hated him. But
it gave me a reason. Which give me a reason to be angry. Angry
and me doesn't mix. So he is lucky I guess that I am just
that damn forgiving."
Forgiveness. Something she realized
she failed to do to herself. It began to eat at her a little.
Little by little bit. She felt bad that she was talking smack.
But it was media hype. Media was easy to influence. Steve
Jason would hopefully know the difference. But still, no one
wants to have her and anger in the same sentence let alone
the same mind frame. No one. Not even someone who wants to
see the Apocalypse.
you have the chance to fight him or Bigg Rigg, what are you
planning to do? Are you going to stick around or are you yet
too busy with yourself?"
A bit blunt, but at least he was to
the point. "No, I'm here for the
duration. I wanted this title, I signed for it. I have fought
Bigg Rigg before, and it should be a snap just as it has been
before. You get me and him in the ring with no run-ins, and
DQ for weapons or cheap-shots. There is just no way he will
leave the ring a winner. Don't get me wrong, weapons are fun
and so is a posse, but not when it is for the Universal Title.
This has got to be blood, sweat, and tears. The blood that
flows after I strike, the sweat that burns the wound afterwards,
and the tears for a loss that won't be mine."
Wit, always a fun party-favor. Useful
in talking smack. But then again, she really had nothing to
say to Bigg Rigg anymore. She had him by the short and curlies
so many times that he knows too deep down that he owes Kitten.
Even for helping Jon Page swipe the title from her back at
"And after that
match if you are to succeed, you have to face Andrew Gibson.
Now after everything Andrew Gibson has done to you, do you
have any special plans you could share with us?"
She had almost completely forgot about
Gibson. She had thought of this upcoming match to much and
her anger and hatred for Andrew Gibson that for a moment she
lost all sense of reality, and forgot he was in the match
altogether. Just as Sayors said it, her eyes burned with anger,
her fists and teeth clenched together... and the only word
blinking on the computer screen in her brain said "KILL
KILL KILL KILL ".
"He will pay for
everything that he has done. He has attacked me, he has attacked
my best friend Black Widow, he nearly killed me. Back last
PPV I handed him the belt so I could reclaim it once I got
back into wrestling. That is the only reason why he has it.
I pulled strings. Don't ask me why, I never really understood
my greed. Yes, greed. Not for anything but this. He has been
deserving of it. He need to feel the pain that I have felt,
he needs to taste the blood I have tasted. I am going to pull
out his organs and slap him with them, feed them to some orphans,
and take his .. no.. MY Universal Title as collateral for
everything he has done to me. I could give a rats ass that
he still exists. I could give a rats ass what he thinks of
me or what he wants to do with me. Because once I step into
that ring with him, I am going to annihilate him. There will
be nothing. No skin left to peal from the bone. He is going
to lose so badly, he will retire. And STAY OUT. That is, if
he is lucky enough to survive."
She took a deep breath. Finally, that
is. She nearly hadn't breathed the whole time she spoke of
her hatred for Andrew "The Flake" Gibson. She wanted
to see him dead. Rot and sizzle like a piece of bacon on a
frying pan in the middle of the ring. Cry out and beg her
to stop as she gave him a choke slam straight to hell, and
watched as the ground opened up to accept him into the worst
dimension of Hades. She was ready for it. She wanted it to
happen so bad she almost could feel the flames of her hate
lick her cheeks as if it were a bonfire inches from her nose.
She looked to Sayors for a moment, who stared at her blankly.
"And after you
win the Universal Title?"
wallow in the satisfaction that I have slain the man who nearly
killed me, and beat the man who either cost me the title,
or cost me my sanity at one point. Then, I will return to
my little sister as a full-time mother."
what are your plans now that you have a family?
"I love my little
sister. I may adopt her. I fear for her only because she has
been without guidance. But she is with me now, at the best
time for her to be with me. She is without her father, thanks
to me... so I feel like I have to fill that position. I am
a full time parent now, I only got the chance to step out
today thanks to Bianca watching her. It is hard to be so busy,
but I couldn't change it for the world. When she smiles, nothing
else matters..... I'd die without her..."
Lillith flipped off the TV as the interview
came to a close on the television in the wall of her bar/billiard
Bianca said, as she sipped on her lime margarita.
"I never expected to see you so liberal. But I guess
this is a good change. I know if Abbie was awake to hear it
she would have loved it."
"Yeah, but I get
pretty grotesque sometimes. I don't want her to hear any of
that gore-y bullshit I said about Gibson."
"Yeah, but it's
the truth right? And the truth..."
you free, I know. I know."
Bianca smiled, setting the empty margarita
glass on the bar. Lillith had two shots of tequila, and felt
kinda fuzzy. She didn't want to get too drunk just in case
Abbie needed her. Bianca grabbed her keys and purse, tossing
her black hair over one shoulder. "Listen,
I got to get back. I can't keep neglecting my husband, you
Lillith smiled, touching Bianca's shoulder.
"Yeah. Go ahead. Thanks for everything.
I'll take you out to eat sometime."
"All right. You
know my favorite."
Lillith's nose crinkled up as she recalled
Bianca's favorite dish; raw pig heart. Though even more shocking
at one point was human heart, but people change. Bianca left,
leaving Lillith to slouch on her barstool, rubbing her thumbs
against the shot glass she looked into. She sighed, rubbing
her hands through her hair as she thought of how much stress
had already been caused today with the couple hours she was
at the XWF . She hadn't been under that much stress in a while.
She might need new stress reduction techniques. MIGHT.
A hand brushed Lillith's, bringing
her focus into the little green eyes that belonged to Abbie's.
"I saw the show. I was standing
over there." Abbie pointed to the corner near
the door where the bar shrouded the light. "You
tell those people nice things bout me. But you don't like
some people you work with, why?"
hurt Sissy, that's why."
"Like Daddy did?"
"Do you love that
one guy, that Steve guy?"
"No, the other
"I think he's
you supposed to think boys have cooties at this age or something?"
Lillith laughed, as she gently
pushed Abbie. Abbie laughed, and returned to her side.
"I'm not kidding.
If you want him to be my daddy, I don't mind."
Lillith's eyes popped open. "Abbie!"
"I think it is
time for bed, my dear."
"Aww, do I have-ta?"
You do." Lillith smiled,
kissing the top of Abbie's head. Abbie grumbled slightly,
wobbling out of the room. "Hey....?"
Abbie poked her head around the corner,
"I love you."
Abbie smiled, blowing a kiss to her
big sis. Lillith raised her hand, and 'caught' the kiss from
the air, holding it to her chest. "Sweet
Dreams, my love."
She was alone.
Finally alone with herself with a bar
full of booze. Boy, it was tempting. But she knew that she
couldn't. She really had to grow up. She had to, otherwise
the government would take away Abbie. And Lord knows that
if someone were to take away Abbie, there would be no stopping
Lillith. It wouldn't be Lillith or Kitten, but the phoenix
inside that wouldn't stop the fire until everything was ash.
Maybe she was more alone than she wanted
to be, and maybe she still felt empty and used inside. But
Abbie was all she really needed anymore. As where she was
supposed to keep Abbie in check, Abbie kept HER in check.
And that was new to Lillith, considering she has always done
things for herself and ONLY for herself. She never thought
of it as selfish, but since she was alone she thought that
she had to fend for herself. So, she did.
Lillith set down the glass and stood,
reaching into her sweater pockets. She was stunned to find
the Rubik's cube in her right pocket... Abbie must have put
it there. Lillith examined it, and found that there was only
ONE move yet to do, before all six sides were perfect and
in solid color. She smiled, and looked to the door where Abbie
had just left.
is a good day."
And with one flick of her wrist she
clicked the Rubik's cube to it's perfect and final form. Lillith
sat the Rubik's cube down by her shot glass before she walked
to the door, and turned off the light.