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Thirteen vs. Syren
Topic Started: Oct 15 2012, 09:47 AM (153 Views)
Kassie Khane
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SCW World Championship

Thirteen vs. Syren

3 RP Limit for singles; 4 per team for tag
Deadline: 5 PM EST Saturday, October 27, 2012

~~GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!~~
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Mr. D
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Deadline extended until midnight EST.
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Ruppy
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OOC: Thank God for that extension (and I understand Pete, since yesterday was your birthday and all) as it really helped me to make sure I have plenty of time to do this the way I wanted to. I did part of this RP last night, and then literally spent all day working on it to make sure it came out exactly how I wanted it to, and even though I feel sick and my eyes are burning right now I regret nothing. The usual rules of CD being off-camera and the shoot/giant wall of dark violet text being on-camera apply as always. There is only a past CD to this RP, and even though I know I haven't done one since the last PPV because my plans fell through in my last two matches due to time constraints, I have posted the CD that bridges the past CD for Apocalypse with this one in the CD area: http://z7.invisionfree.com/SCW_Forums/inde...showtopic=16407 Honestly, though, I'm proud of myself because the biggest piece of Thirteen's tortured past ends with this CD, and I've been waiting for far too long personally to be able to close this out and it was worth every second I spent on it today. Best of luck to you Pete... win or lose, I'm proud of this RP and I'm proud of knowing I tried to give one hell of a showing for my first SCW World Title match.

I will give fair warning in advance, though: there is fighting and character death in this particular CD, but it was necessary in order to be able to close this chapter of Thirteen's past once and for all in the way I wanted to bring it to an end.
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Scott and Melissa Asher were once again cuddled up on the couch in the living room, though there was a much different atmosphere to this scene now. The TV was off and the husband and wife weren’t simply expressing their love for one another on their anniversary. They had simply picked this position to be in to try and keep their weapons of choice concealed for the inevitable that was to happen according to Scott’s twisted plan. They both knew that any minute their son James would be storming down the stairs, ready to try and use his fury to make them pay for Scott having beaten the living hell out of their daughter Kelly not too long ago. They were ready to strike the second he got close to them, knowing full well that he was likely to be so enraged he wasn’t going to think straight and would walk right into their trap. Soon they would be free of their son and their daughter would follow suit shortly after. They had no idea, however, of what was going on upstairs in James and Kelly’s room.

It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps was heard descending the staircase. Scott and Melissa turned their attention to that side of the room, though they couldn’t hide their confusion when they realized the sound wasn’t that of someone rapidly running down the stairs, but rather someone calmly and carefully heading down. Sure enough, James was soon visible as he made his way down the last couple of steps, taking his time to reach the bottom as he kept his head down and his face hidden behind his black hair. He turned to face the area where he knew his parents were seated, leaving it up to them to try and guess what his facial expression was as it was barely visible to them. James watched as they appeared to be preparing for him, waiting for him to come towards them… then he surprised them by whipping his left arm out towards the tabletop cabinet next to him and having the back of his fist connect with the same vase he had been forced to go buy for their anniversary, shattering it on contact between his hand and the wall. This surprised both of his parents and forced his mom to leap to her feet in anger.

“What do you think you’re doing James? You just destroyed our anniversary present!”

James ignored his mother’s yelling as his left hand grabbed the sharpest shard of the broken vase he could find, bringing it closer to carefully inspect it as well as the cuts on his hand that were now bleeding. Beyond his newfound weapon he could see his father rise to his feet and reveal the crowbar he wished to use to cause harm to his son. Scott pointed the weapon at his son, hoping to possibly threaten him, but James paid him the same amount of attention he’d just paid his mother. This only made the man angrier, though he managed to address his boy in an eerily calm manner.

“…you’re an ungrateful little cockroach, aren’t you James? We try to enjoy our anniversary and even asked you to buy us that vase as a present, and you just go and destroy the damn thing for-”

“After everything you have done to me for the past ten years of my life, you have no right to speak to me that way anymore.”

When James spoke, there was a disturbing chill that came with his tone of voice. It sounded darker than usual, and yet there was an odd mix of both hatred and calmness to it. There was no yelling or cursing or any direct hint of anger in the boy’s words, and yet they still carried with them a threatening tone. Scott was taken aback by his son’s interruption, not anticipating such a demeanor out of the boy given the circumstances. Out of the corner of his eye Scott could see his wife looking to try and advance towards James and quickly held out his arm to stop her, his mind trying to process the fact that how James was acting right now was the exact opposite of how he planned this would go. James just stood there, allowing his parents to stare at him as he spoke once more in the same tone.

“For far too long, I have had to sit here and call the two of you my parents, simply because you brought me into this world and gave me a place to live. But the love a parent is supposed to have for their child… I haven’t felt that from either of you since I was about three years old. You allowed your lives to fall apart before your very eyes and took the easy way out, blaming your son for all your misfortune. Simply existing was my only crime according to you, and for far too long I have had to sit here and endure it because you would not allow me to escape. The two of you needed your precious scapegoat to beat on in order to convince yourselves that your failures are not truly your fault, instead of owning up to the fact that neither of you could make it in this world-”

Melissa had enough of listening to her son at this point, hearing that cold voice of his burrow into her brain was more than she wanted to handle, especially when it wasn’t what she was expecting to be doing right now. She managed to slip past her husband and revealed the baseball bat she decided upon as her weapon, swinging it as hard as she could and catching James square in the ribcage. She watched as her son fell to one knee, clutching at his midsection. Melissa raised the bat over her head and let out a fierce scream as she went to slam it across James’ back, but she was caught by surprise as her son suddenly shot up enough to drive the sharpest end of the vase fragment he had deep into her stomach. James watched as his mother slowly let the bat fall from her hands as she backed away, clutching at her stomach as though she could stop the large amount of blood she was now losing by blocking it with her hands. James just gritted his teeth and could taste the blood that was no doubt the byproduct of broken ribs, but he wasn’t about to let that stop him… not now…

James turned his head to his father, who had stood there and watched through wide eyes as his wife was now bleeding out before him. Slowly the man’s eyes narrowed into a glare as he shifted his gaze towards his son, and he got a good look at the boy’s face now that some of his hair had moved out of the way. There was dark and evil look in James’ eyes, the look of someone who had nothing left to lose and was going to gain everything by going all the way, and Scott already knew what that “all the way” was in this situation considering he had the same intent. He cautiously started trying to move towards his wife, keeping his crowbar pointed at his son with the intention of attacking if he made a move. James just stood there, allowing his father to move to his wife’s side as the blood was dripping out of his mouth now. He watched as his dad repositioned the crowbar in his hands before trying to carefully wrap his arms around her to give her something to lean on, but this was exactly what James wanted.

He waited for just the right moment, and then once he saw it he quickly stomped down on the handle of the bat, causing the other end to fly up and hit his father right between the legs. As James watched his father gently double over and start gasping for breath, James quickly moved in and grabbed his father’s arm before forcing it forward, driving the curved edge into his mother’s body. He didn’t know exactly where he hit, but he was satisfied enough with the move and quickly backed away, taking short pained breaths and taking notice of the pain he was going to have to fight through if he was going to finish this. Scott carefully backed away after somewhat regaining his composure following the low blow and realized what James had done: his eyes slowly turned down and saw that the crowbar had been angled just right so that when his son had forced his arm forward, the curved edge had gone straight through his wife’s chest. As soon as this realization hit him, his gaze slowly turned upwards to find that Melissa’s eyes had rolled into the back of her head and she had collapsed on him. No breathing… no pulse that he could feel…

“Congratulations dad, you actually managed to kill somebody. Only problem is… it was somebody you actually cared about. Or did mom hold you back from being the man you’ve always wanted to be just as you claim I did?”

That was the breaking point as far as Scott was concerned. He wasn’t going to stand here allow his son to outsmart him in a battle to the death, especially after the kid had forced him into landing the final blow to his own wife, the woman he felt was the only one in this entire family worth caring about besides himself. With a growl, he shoved his wife’s corpse to the floor, as the crowbar slid out of her chest on the way down. He gazed at his wife’s blood as it stained the metal before turning to face his son with a look of anger the likes of which James had never seen before on the man. Despite this, James didn’t even flinch as he stared his father down.

“Enjoy being a smug little asshole, boy… because that was the last thing you will ever do… I am going to beat every last little smartass remark out of you as I make sure that not a single soul in this entire world will ever be able to RECOGNIZE YOU WHEN I’M THROUGH!”

Running off of pure fury, Scott charged forward at his son with his arm ready to swing the crowbar. James prepared himself for the strike, but realized too little too late that it was a bluff and found himself being driven back until he was smashed between all of his father’s weight and the front door. More blood came flying out of his mouth as all the wind was driven out of him and his ribs were further busted. That was when his father struck with the crowbar, slamming it down right on top of his shoulder. James let out a brief cry of pain as he felt his left arm start to go numb from the blow, but he was quickly silenced with a nasty punch that caught him straight in the face. James slowly sank to his knees, cringing from the pain and feeling the blood dripping across his lips as he found he could no longer breathe through what had to be a broken nose. He just barely managed to see through starry eyes that his dad made an attempt to kick him right in the face and barely managed to duck in time, the momentum causing his father’s foot to go through the door a bit and get stuck.

Sensing his opportunity, James crawled away as quickly as he could while his father tried to free his foot, wildly swinging the crowbar in hopes that he could catch his son with it while he tried to get himself out. The boy crawled over to one of the nearby cabinets and opened it, blindly rummaging through until his fingers managed to grasp a pair of scissors he felt would come in handy. His other hand reached down onto the floor and grabbed the baseball bat before he used it to help him get back to his feet, his eyes on his father as the man had difficulty trying to free himself, the bottom of his jeans having caught on the wooden splinters in addition to his foot being stuck in a small and tight space. James carefully slipped the scissors into his jeans pocket to use when the time was right and slowly approached the trapped man, wielding the bat with the hand he still had feeling in. He smirked slightly as his father continued swinging wildly and cursing out his son.

“As soon as I get my foot free, I am going to cave your skull in you son of a bitch! You hear me!? I’m going to drive this bar so deep into your fucking skull that you’ll- AHHH!”

James cut his father off by swinging the bat and drilling the man in the back of the knee on the only leg he was standing on, causing him to collapse to the floor and inadvertently pulling his foot free of the door in the process. James didn’t care about that part, though, as he swung the bat straight down across his dad’s left elbow. The sickening sound of bones being snapped echoed throughout the living room as James continued to swing the bat to completely eliminate the use of one of his father’s arms. By the time he stopped, it was very easy to tell that the man’s arm was far more than simply broken at the elbow. His father’s screams rang out as James had forced the man to know exactly how much pain and suffering he had made the boy endure for almost all of his life. James glared down at his father as he cried in agony, a small smile starting to form on his lips.

“How does it feel dad? How does it feel, knowing all the pain you put me through just because you wanted to feel like you were worth something when nothing was going your way?”

Scott’s response to his son was to spit up into his son’s face, to which James responded with a hard kick to the ribs. He watched his father writhe in pain and contemplated how he should put an end to all of this and finally earn the freedom from this nightmare he had desperately sought for so long. However, this meant he failed to notice his father’s good arm carefully moving to get the hook end of the crowbar around James’ ankle, and by the time James felt it his foot was yanked out from underneath him and he fell hard onto the floor. James grit his teeth as he slowly tried to get up and realized the bat had slipped from his grasp. He slowly reached out for it, but as soon as his fingertips were touching the handle he felt the crowbar slam down hard onto his hand. He screeched from the pain and pulled his hand back, taking notice of the slight swelling that had already begun. He turned his attention to his father, who was now lying on his stomach and carefully trying to get up to one knee using his good leg. He pointed the curved edge of the weapon at his son with a sick smile.

“Playtime’s over, son…”

James knew what was coming but didn’t know what he could do. His life was flashing before his eyes as his father took careful aim. James let his hurt hand fall to his side, and as it brushed against his leg he felt something inside his pocket. That’s when he remembered he’d tucked the scissors in there, just in case. As quickly as he could through the pain he was feeling, James managed to pull the scissors out of his pocket and barely got enough of a grip on them. His father had finally lined up his shot and thrust his arm forward, with James acting on pure instinct and doing the exact same, tips of their weapons at the ready and the end of at least one life guaranteed…

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“Under Attack has finally arrived, and the time for SCW’s greatest nightmare has begun…

The main event of this pay-per-view pits two individuals who are among the most hated in all of SCW against one another in a battle over the interim World Championship. On one hand, you have the reigning champion Syren, who is the longest reigning Women’s Champion and one-half of the current and longest reigning Tag Champions in addition to having overcome all the adversity thrown her way to finally reach the top of the mountain, even if she can’t fully lay claim to that throne yet until we can determine an undisputed World Champion. And on the other hand, you have me, the man who has single-handedly thrown all the order that everyone knew in this company into complete disarray on my road to the top, and now the very men who once sought so desperately to rid me from their roster now have to swallow their pride and watch me battle for their biggest prize. The World Title match is a battle of those who have overcome all bias and adversity and can now fight to see who is truly the best in this entire company.

That, however, is where the similarities between Syren and myself come to an end.

Right off the bat, I want to get something straight with you Zoe… I’m not going to doubt the talent that you possess. I would be a fool to ignore the record-setting reigns you have had and the fact that despite being handed the interim World Title belt, you did have a rightful claim to the title after earning your shot through winning a one night tournament. I could take the easy route and say that you won’t beat me because of a stereotype regarding your looks, but I’m not going to do that. You’ve gone and proven that stereotype wrong throughout your entire career and you wouldn’t be standing where you are now if you truly were what everyone else has said you were along the way. I don’t ignore the facts Syren, and the fact of the matter is that you’ve earned your place and defined who you are in this business.

That, however, is what will be your downfall. You have no problems going out night after night and telling the world that you are the best women’s wrestler in the world, and you can back up that claim without a doubt. But in order to continue to validate that claim, you need to have all eyes on you at every opportunity. You need that spotlight to thrive and to give you the strength you need to face whatever challenge comes your way. I am not hindered by this, as I don’t need the spotlight to prove my dominance. In fact, my road to this point went largely unnoticed for quite some time. Sure, I had lots of attention from the allegations that I ran down a certain former boss, but I only needed the undivided attention of the man in charge to get what I needed. People continued to focus on the heinous act that nobody knows for sure I even committed, and even that faded from everyone’s memories when I lost the Adrenaline Title and those mindless peons all thought I had finally gotten what I deserved. It wasn’t until I was announced as the number one contender to your title Zoe that people began to realize that along the way I knocked off a grand total of eight former World Champions. In that regard, I’ve been hiding in the shadows this whole time and finally gave the Board no choice but to recognize that I had earned my opportunity and they couldn’t deny me any longer.

Everything you have done to reach this point in your career has required the world to take notice of Syren and give her their undivided attention. Infamous, the tactics of your partner Ravyn to benefit the both of you, controversy, your record-setting title reigns, this new alliance between Dark Fantasy and The Next Level… all of it was done because you desperately needed to stay in the spotlight and make sure no one would ignore you. After all, how can you have faith in yourself and prove people wrong when those same people don’t care about you enough to even take notice? I know better Zoe… for as much as you would like to ignore all the negative things those fans tell you ever single chance they get, you need them to keep putting you down so you can rise to the occasion and make them all ‘jealous.’ But what happens when we take the critics away? What do we get out of ‘the best women’s wrestler in the world’ if she has nothing to prove because no one will pay any attention to her and treat her like she’s irrelevant?

That bothers you, doesn’t it Zoe? It hurts to even think that you might not matter after trying so hard to show people otherwise, and the amusing part of this whole equation is that you’re falling into that category for this match not because you’ve lost, but because of the facts. First is the obvious that the fans don’t like either of us, so why should they care about a World Title match if they have nobody to truly cheer for? Among the two of us there is no ‘lesser of two evils’ when you really think about it. And then there’s the less obvious: everything that has happened for us regarding this match has been overshadowed by other matters. Before the last Breakdown when you decided to cost me the match against Ravyn, which I’ll address in a bit, we barely interacted save for a couple of minor verbal jabs at one another, and even those were lost when compared to your Tag Title reign and this new alliance you’ve found yourself in and a certain revenge-seeking has-been who’s been breathing down my neck for months now. Hell, even the events of Breakdown were lost amidst all the chaos of Ravyn’s own situation for this pay-per-view and the both of us becoming targets. This match has admittedly been lacking in terms of any sort of build up, which shows exactly how much the Board truly wants this match to take place for their greatest prize. And of course… no build up, no attention on Syren coming in to defend her title against someone she’s never faced before.

Your pride is a lot more fragile than you want everyone else to believe, but I’m not someone you can hide your insecurities from. You always put on this false bravado that everything’s perfect and you’re unbeatable because you’re the greatest women’s wrestler to ever walk the earth, but deep down I can see the real Zoe… I see a little girl who just wants everything to be as great as she says they are and for everyone to stop questioning her at every turn. I see someone who loves being where she’s at right now and doesn’t want to give up that position because you’re afraid of what awaits you then. You fear the unknown… a basic fear that nearly everyone shares, and you try to deal with it the same way they all do. If you put on a big smile and tell the world that you’re not afraid and that you will overcome any challenge, then you can convince yourself that you have nothing to be afraid of. You’re as naïve as all the rest, though I can’t say I didn’t expect this. Deep down, you’re afraid of what happens should I take that interim World Title away from you. Where does Syren go from here if that becomes a reality? Does she go back to focusing solely on the Tag Titles? Will she receive a chance to try and get the World Title back? What happens if she doesn’t get a rematch?

There is no answer to these questions for you right now Zoe, so you feel the best thing you can do is win. Against someone like me, that’s far easier said than done and you know it. So I have to ask Zoe… how far are you willing to go to try and keep that title around your waist? I’m not going to ignore the fact that you have three allies who would waste no time in jumping into that ring and causing a disqualification so you keep the belt on a technicality, but what exactly would that do for you Zoe? You would still have people doubting your claims as the supposed greatest female wrestler ever, it makes you look weak because you couldn’t get the job done on your own, and if the Board continues to make smart decisions then Under Attack certainly wouldn’t be the last you’d see of me. That’s what separates you from Ravyn, because you want to get things done on your own so you can prove yourself against the best and leave no doubt where Ravyn is happy with the win by any means necessary. You don’t want to leave any doubts when you face me because you’ve seen what I’m capable of inside that ring and I can tell that you don’t want to have to face me again after this Sunday.

There is one thing about that match that amuses me. All those pathetic sheep are looking at this match as a battle between two of SCW’s biggest outcasts, which I find laughable because you are not an outcast in any sense of the word Zoe. Sure, you’ve had plenty of issues with management in the time you’ve been here, but that doesn’t mean you and I are similar in that regard. You were constantly questioning their authority and protesting how unfairly you were being treated by them, while I embraced their hatred and turned it back on them by forcing them to end up questioning everything they did with how they tried to deal with me, and in the end all they did was hand me the opening to soon become the brand new interim SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Zoe, you’re nothing more than the proverbial ‘good girl who fell in with the wrong crowd’ because for the longest time you tried so hard to show that you were a good person and could play by the rules and win fairly, though considering you were part of Infamous and they didn’t share the same you should have known that you were going to be criticized and questioned at every turn. Even now, with Ravyn still by your side and you accepting that people don’t like you, you still attempt to ignore the hatred and try and play fair when you should know by now that you’re wasting your time.

I will do whatever it takes in order to reach the top Syren… that fact is well documented considering that by tormenting Mr. D for most of the year I made him hand me opportunities to prove that I belong where I am now, in the main event. I live in reality and have come to accept the mentality of ‘survival of the fittest’ and know that I may very well need to pull out all the stops to defeat you if that’s what it takes. I don’t need to have anybody watching my back in order to try and save me if things aren’t going my way, because with the kind of life I’ve lived I know I can survive anything that you or anybody else wants to throw at me, simply because I thrive on the hatred and I will be defiant until the end. I know that this may very be the only World Title I’ll ever receive knowing how the Board feels about me, and I’m not about to let it slip through my fingers just because you think you’re going to overcome me Zoe. I will take that title from you and then force the Board of Directors to realize what they’ve done… and I’ll be doing it on my own. Not one person in that locker room wants to see me win that title, and their interference only serves to my benefit just as interference from your new little group does.

Go ahead Zoe… stand there and tell me all about how you’re going to beat me and prove once again that you are exactly what you say you are. Let’s see how well that holds up when you find your title reign on the verge of ending… what will you do then? Do you take the easy way out and try to say you’re better because you still have the belt? Or do you accept the fact that your time is up and watch your star be engulfed by the darkness? Mark my words Syren… I have no intention of leaving Under Attack empty-handed, and I will put my body through pure hell if that’s what it takes to defeat you. I’m not like any of the so-called ‘heroes’ you’ve had to contend with in the past… what will you do, Zoe, when you find that I am not going to be so easy to keep down? What happens when you give me your best and find that it’s not enough to defeat me? I know how you’re going to try and go about this match, because your pride will not allow you to do things any other way. Your desire to prove you are the best is going to fail you in Houston, and I’m going to take great pleasure in putting an end to your World Title reign and ushering in a dark new age for SCW. This is the reality that you and everyone else will have to come to accept, no matter how bitter the pill may be for you to swallow.”

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Kelly very slowly made her way down the stairs, gripping the banister tightly with her good hand as she felt the pain shoot through her with each step she took. Her body seemed to be moving on its own, as though something was commanding her through the pain to go and help her brother. The last thing she could remember clearly was that she had seen her brother give in to his inner darkness, the voice in his head that had tormented him for so long. He allowed it to take control and that was when he left the room and went to deal with their parents once and for all. She had faith in him, but even her faith needed some reassurance once she started hearing all the noise from the war going on downstairs. Like her brother, she too had an inner darkness that had haunted her for some time, and it had made itself known and offered to help her go to her brother’s aid despite her injuries.

Like James, Kelly had given in, desperately wanting to make sure he was alright.

Now she found herself reaching the bottom of the staircase and got a good first look at the aftermath of the carnage that had erupted in their living room. Off near the kitchen she could see her mother’s body, her shirt stained with blood from the holes in her chest and stomach. The front door had a hole in it and there was some blood smeared along its once pure surface. The remains of a broken vase rested on the tabletop cabinet near the stairs. But what got her full attention were the two bodies lying directly in front of her.

Her father… and her brother…

Both of them were on the ground in a heap, her dad on top of James’ body. It was hard to see anything more beyond that because of the position, but neither of them appeared to be moving and she feared for the worst. Slowly, Kelly began to approach the pile of bodies to get a better look, praying that James was alright. As she got closer, her father’s body suddenly started moving and she could hear low grunting. Her eyes widened and she carefully backed away, mouthing the word “No” to herself over and over again. Her father’s body slowly rose… and was rolled over onto his back. James had barely managed to get out from underneath the man’s body, though it took the last of his strength to do it. Kelly could see the mess that her brother had become during the struggle, but her eyes couldn’t help but drift towards her dad, finding a pair of scissors jammed right through his throat. James very carefully sat up, cursing under his breath at how much pain he was in.

“James!”

Kelly moved to her brother’s side as quickly as she could in the condition she was in as James took notice of his sister’s presence. She carefully sat down beside him and wrapped her good arm around his shoulders as gently as she could, though James still flinched due to the pain of what he had just gone through. The two children sat there, beaten and broken, but alive. While only about two minutes maybe had passed since Kelly joined her brother’s side, it felt like an eternity to them before the silence was broken by the sound of police sirens rapidly approaching their house. Sure enough, the red and blue lights soon began to illuminate the living room through the darkness that had begun to fall outside.

No surprise one of the neighbors must’ve heard the fighting, James thought to himself as he just sat there, waiting for the police to come inside as he didn’t have the strength to let them in and Kelly wasn’t about to leave his side anytime soon. It wasn’t long before the front door was forced open and police officers made their way inside to survey the scene. From here, James and Kelly were carefully escorted outside and had seen a crowd of neighbors gathered around in the sidewalk to see what was going on, being led to a nearby ambulance that they were told would take them to the hospital to get their injuries treated. The crowd had dispersed enough to let the ambulance go once they were in the back, and as the Asher siblings watched through the back window as their house began to disappear from view, James leaned closer to Kelly and whispered softly in her ear:

“It’s over Kelly… we survived… we’re finally free…”
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David Helms appears with permission.

As always the scene is off-camera but the shoot is available on Zoe's blog. The scene takes the next step in the recent Ravyn/Zoe storyline, around which Ravyn's scene was going to be based if I'd done it, and I really enjoyed writing it so I hope it comes across well.

I didn't see that Ruppy had posted though, so this was written without that knowledge.

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