Irreversible
Author: PaulenaK
Email: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating **R**
Warning: Graphic violence and rape within.
Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon.
Summary: The choices we make now determine whether or not we have a future tomorrow.
Feedback: Is much appreciated.
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Irreversible
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“What have we got?”
“White, male, multiple puncture wounds – shoulder, left side and back, right arm broken in two places, left ear missing…”
Bright light after bright light shone above him. Hurried voices mingled with hurried steps. White. Everything is white. Clean. Sterilized. Pain all over. Can’t move.
“Pulse!”
“Where’s that IV!”
“He’s not responding!”
“Damn it. Crash unit stat!”
“Where’s that damn IV!”
“Clear!”
His body jumped, he could feel his heart beat quicken only to dim moments later.
“Clear!”
His body jumped again.
“Nothing!”
“Again. Clear!”
Once more he was pulled from the throes of the dead. A melody of images streamed through his minds eye, the pictures focused, brilliant, lively. He’d lost it. Allowed his rage and despair to guide his actions, yet knowing what had happened prior to him lying here – He wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“He’s flat lined. Call it.”
“Time of death 11:05pm.”
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Two hours before…
“Hunter, take me home.”
“What? Steph it’s barely nine o’clock,”
“Please Hunter I want to go home.”
His fingers bit into her arm. “Listen you little bitch,” he hissed and smiled for the benefit of his friends even as she winced. “Don’t make a scene okay? Not here. Not now. Our friends have gone to a lot of trouble tonight to welcome us back.”
Stephanie’s eyes widened and Hunter sighed regretting his harsh words. He pulled her gently into his embrace and she softened immediately, her own arms snaking up around the hard muscles of his back. The scent of him filled her nostrils reminding her of the love they shared. She felt his lips on her forehead before he pulled back to look down on her. He smiled.
“How about I get Dave to give you a ride-“
He didn’t get to finish, the shove she aimed at his chest sent him stumbling back a step. The hurt look was back on her face tinged with anger.
“What?” He said raising his hands before him. “I’m not ready to leave yet, so if you wanna go Dave is the next best thing.”
Stephanie didn’t bother dignifying his words with an answer she merely pushed passed everyone else and walked out the door.
“I always said that girl was too good for him,” Ric Flair stated from where he and Dave Batista had watched the little dispute.
“Yeah,” Dave replied slapping the old man on the shoulder before making his way through the crowd to where Hunter still stood with his eyes on the door. “Everything okay?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Hunter replied grabbing two glasses of champagne of a tray as a waiter passed by. “Steph’s just a little tired,”
“Tired? She looked pissed.”
Hunter chuckled. “Yeah well maybe a little of that too.”
“You sure you don’t want to go after her?”
“I will in a bit,” Hunter assured his friend. “I’ll just give her a few minutes to stew.”
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Stephanie fought hard to keep her tears of despair from falling but after a few minutes her hand came up to hastily wipe the tell tale signs from her cheeks.
Tiny drops of rain began to fall as she waited just outside the doorway of the club fully expecting Hunter to follow and when he didn’t she ignored there driver who stood obediently beside the limo and walked off in the opposite direction.
Head down, mind elsewhere the only thing she paid attention to was her sandalled feet as they stepped one after the other on the pavement. So preoccupied was she that the tiny hairs on the back of her neck had little time to raise the alarm as a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm snaked it’s way up hooking itself under her armpit.
Eyes wide with fear, screams muffled, arms flailing, helpless against the person dragging her into the shadows. Her sandals slipped from her feet, the pavement like sand paper through her nylons and then against her bare skin as the flimsy material broke away. Her knees, stomach and then face were the next to hit the pavement and her screams tried again to make there way through her lips and passed his calloused palm.
“Little miss rich girl, all alone, smelling so nice, so clean…”
That voice… She knew that voice…
Fresh tears filled her eyes as the feel of his leather like tongue slicked out to leave a warm moist trail along her bare shoulder to her ear, while his free hand gathered the hem of her dress to her waist.
“…I’m gonna fuck you up the arse.”
Her scream broke through then as scorching pain blinded her mind to everything but the fact that her attacker had freed himself and was now pumping into her back passage, each thrust more painful then the first.
She screamed for Hunter, for God, for anyone and only stopped when her attacker took a handful of her hair pulled her head back and then slammed it hard into the concrete. Once, twice, three times…
She couldn’t breath.
She couldn’t talk.
She couldn’t feel her face.
Her tears continued to fall.
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Hunter stumbled out of the club 1, 2, 5 drinks later, a crooked grin plastered to his face as he looked around for his wife.
The limo was still where they’d left it, there driver upon seeing him was making his way around the side of the vehicle to open the door for him.
“Where is she Charles? Did you drive her home?” He asked when he was close enough for the other man to hear him.
“No sir, Mrs McMahon-Helmsley left by her own means.”
Hunter arched a brow. “Meaning she walked?”
“Yes sir.”
“Okay, drive slowly and keep an eye out for her,” He turned, paused and then turned back to the driver. “You’ve got a button missing.” And then he lowered himself into the limo and leaned his head back on the plush leather seat. “You Hunter have a lot of sucking up to do.” He said to the nothing-ness that surrounded him.
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“Why aren’t we moving?”
“Some kind of accident a head,”
“Well go around it god damn it, at this rate Stephanie will be home before us.”
“Yes sir.”
The limo moved the driver and passenger paying no heed to the men in blue or the protesting car horns of the other road users. It cruised slowly passed the accident scene, Hunter’s bored expression turning to horror as he caught sight of the gurney two paramedics were pushing towards the back of an ambulance.
“Steph?”
“Sir?”
“Jesus Christ, stop the car!”
“But-“
“Stop the fucking car!”
Hunter’s expensively clad feet hit the asphalt before the driver had time to bring the limo to a complete stop and it was the ambulance he made a bee-line for.
“Back behind the tape,” An errant police man warned and then a little louder, “I said behind the tape!” When Hunter didn’t listen and it wasn’t until the police man physically planted a hand on Hunter’s chest that he came to a halt.
“Back behind the tape,” He said again.
Hunter looked down at the man like he was nothing more than a pesky gnat. “Like hell I will,” He said. “That’s my wife.”
Thirty minutes later Hunter was sitting in a hospital waiting room with a note taking police detective at his side asking question after question after question.
His answers flowed automatically, his mind too wrapped around the state he had seen Stephanie in, her face, all that blood…
It was a short while later that a woman dressed in hospital scrubs came through the swinging doors marked ‘Staff Only Beyond This Point’.
“Mr Helmsey?”
Hunter stood. The detective did too.
“It’s not good news you might want to sit back down.”
“I’m fine.” He said, his the slight tremor in his voice belied that fact.
“Okay,” The doctor nodded, very professional in her task. “Your wife has suffered greatly tonight. She was violently raped, every bone in her face was smashed, her head injuries so critical that she lapsed into a coma on the way here and I’m afraid we weren’t able to save the baby-“
“Baby?”
The woman’s eyes softened. “Your wife was 3 weeks pregnant.”
Hunter sat then.
“Is there someone you’d like us to call?” She asked.
“It’s… It’s already been done.” Hunter’s voice sounded foreign to his ears. “They should be here soon.
The doctor sat down and took Hunter’s hand in hers. “Would you like to see her?”
He lifted his head, caught her gaze and nodded.
“Come with me,”
Hunter allowed her to pull him up and lead him away.
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Machines beeped, blood flowed from a bag into a tube, down the length of it where it disappeared under the pristine white sheet that covered her. His eyes followed a second tube that led out from under the sheet this time and rose up to a machine that flashed a certain number in sporadic doses. Three more tubes two protruding from both her nostrils and the third from her mouth led up to the wall behind her where they were connected to another machine, like the first it too flashed a number, but this machine sounded off a beep with every breath she took.
The sheet covered her from her feet to her chin and from then up everything else had been wrapped with surgical bandages. The only thing he could define as his wife was her hair, which hung down in one long braid down her shoulder, obviously someone had taken the time to make her look good despite the fact that she may never wake up.
“There’s something you should know,”
The voice startled him out of his despair, he hadn’t realised the doctor still stood behind him. “What is it?”
His voice sounded strange. Child like. And he felt the weight of the doctor’s hand on his shoulder felt the light squeeze of comfort she offered before she said, “She may not make it through the night.”
The doctor left then. He knew she had even though he didn’t hear her foot steps cross the room or the creak of the heavy door swinging shut. He heard nothing. Only saw.
“Shit Steph,” He whispered wanting to touch her, needed to touch her to prove to himself that it was really Stephanie lying there so inert and lifeless, that this wasn’t all some cracked up hypo alcoholic illusion. He reached under the sheet for her hand and was surprised to find her tiny hand fisted beneath the sheet. Lifting the sheet a fraction he witnessed the crescent like marks her fingernails had made in the palm of her hand and then his gaze moved down to see that barely any nails were left on the tips of her fingers. She had to have been clawing the concrete to get then in the state he saw now. He turned her hand over and carefully prised her fingers open, it was then something small and dark fell to the floor. He bent at the knee his hand reaching for the fallen item and felt a rage that he had never before experienced consume him when he opened his hand and there nestled in his palm sat a tiny blue button.
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Doors swung on there hinges, stairs were taken three at a time, no muttered apologies were offered when his form collided with that of another’s, his person giving off a ‘move or be moved’ demeanour to all he passed until he found himself out of doors and striding with a purpose towards the limo.
As expected the driver got out the smile on his face dying at the sight of Hunter’s furious mask and even before he new he was doing it he had scrambled over the hood of the car, but one big meaty fist in his hair pulled him back and his whole body rattled as he was thrown into the side of the limo.
“You mad fuck.” Hunter hissed his leg coming back as he sized up a spot on the drivers body to put his boot, but before he could let his boot fly the man rolled beneath the limo.
His first mistake was in following, his second was the time he’d lost as the much smaller man rolled out the other side and jumped into the driver’s seat via the front passenger door. Too late Hunter mused as the engine kicked in and a second later the weight of the vehicle rolled over his legs.
He felt a moments despair at allowing the other man to get away, but his despair was short lived as the limo careened into the back of another parked car. The driver fell out of the drivers seat, arms flailing as he went and only the sight of Hunter charging towards him again, this time with a slight limp sis he get up.
Hunter watched as the other man reached into the limo before he pulled himself to his feet and headed to the back of the car to open the trunk. Hunter knew all means of heavy objects lay within the trunk of a car and no doubt the other man had the intention of using one for a weapon, but he didn’t care. Right now all he saw was Stephanie lying in a hospital bed and him out here wishing he had listened to her back at the club.
The other man still had his back to Hunter and when he was close enough he placed both his hands on the other man’s shoulders to swing him around, but the other man was ready for him and it was Hunter who reeled back only to shake the pain that shot through his shoulder and charge again.
His fist hit its mark this time again and again, but Hunter was unprepared for the blow that came to the side of his head. It sent his head spinning and he fell to his knees coughing as the blood rose up his throat to spew through his lips.
Pain shot through his back this time and then a second time before his arm was kicked out from beneath him and his face met the pavement.
‘What are you doing?’ His mind screamed. ‘You’re letting yourself get beat by a man who makes Teddy Long look big!’
“Stephanie…” He whispered.
‘Get up!’
His face hardened, his eyes two blue slits, his forehead a ridge of bumps like something out of Buffy and his mind ignorant to the pain coursing through his body.
“Stephanie isn’t going to help you now,” He heard the man scoff at his side. “A nice tight little arse she had-“ And that was all he said as Hunter with an almighty roar threw himself at the other man’s legs. They both fell. A tangle of limbs, bit it was Hunter who came out on top. Fist met face again and again and again, not stopping even when his knuckles were drenched in the other man’s blood. Or was it his own? The side of his head throbbed something fierce but he paid it no mind his need to make this man hurt as Stephanie had was too great.
It was then he spied the screw driver lying a few feet away from them, he reached for it. It too was slick with blood. He placed it against the man’s Adams apple and leaned down close to his ear.
“Die bitch.” Was all he said before he plunged the screw driver up and in until the hilt of the tool met skin and then finally satisfied he sat back.
The hospital car park may have been void of anything human that late at night, but by the pounding of hurried foot steps he could feel vibrating through the concrete he sat on he knew it wouldn’t be void for long.
Hunter pushed away from the now lifeless body of the man who had once been his driver until his back came up against the limo. And there he waited.
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End
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