When Worlds Collide Night 2

[brokennecra]

Act 1: The Death bringer Comes...

The scene opens on the New York countryside. The camera moves along the long stretch of road that wound its way through the countryside. The camera soon comes to a stop on the town of Sleepy Hollow. The camera moves along the street that ran through the town, and soon comes to a stop on one of the older sections of the town. A Black Victorian home sat with the windows wide open once again to let in the summer air. The smell of vanilla drifted on the air from the inside, as the sound of muffled voices could be heard coming from within. The camera moves to the interior of the house were we see Denise sitting with Venus Mercury. Her bright green eyes seem to shimmer in the late afternoon sun as they sit in the living room.

Denise: Thank you for coming Venus.

Venus: Of course.

Denise: The only other person willing to help me is Necra... The old man is to busy with his own issues.

Venus: I know. I've been trying to help him. But there is something odd that I cannot see around him.

Denise: Why do you think they took Ambros and not one of us?

Venus: He is your weakness. They knew that if they took him it would hurt you...

Denise: It did the opposite. I will destroy them all.

Venus: They will try to stop you no matter what you toss at them. But just remember the rest of the Darkside is behind you as well.

Denise shakes her head.

Denise: The old man is out to get to the end and to the top once again. Necra is looking to make sure that she gets at least something out of all this... Joanne is going to be making sure that no one touches Uh Oh... Mira and Ander probably won't be focused on the match, since they have a chance to get gold again. Rene... Lets not even go there... I'm going to take out as many of the VVC as possible.

Venus: You know the game they play...

Denise: Its the same one that we use. Numbers are always on their side or at least for the moment they are.

Venus: If Mister Du Lac wanted to he could call every last one of the Darkside in. But I think he has this handled... There seems to be secrets behind secrets...

Denise: What?

Venus: Nothing...

Denise: What do you mean by secrets behind secrets?

Venus: There are things at work that you cannot see. I can see shadows moving behind the VVC. I'm not sure who it is though. Red eyes glow in the darkness, as if they are being watched, almost guided by unseen hands.

Denise: So who is in control?

Venus shrugs.

Venus: I'm not sure. The faces are all in shadow... But when the truth is revealed it will all make sense.

Denise: I wish you made sense...

Venus: I do. Even with the powers I have, there are still things that I cannot see. I'm sorry.

Denise sighs, as she gets to her feet.

Denise: It's fine... I'm just worried about what is coming in this match...

Venus gets to her feet and starts to head toward the door.

Venus: Things will work out... After all... True love conquers all. Good luck Denise.

With that Venus opens the front door and leaves Denise alone once again. Denise stares after her and shakes her head.

Denise: True love... I don't think he even remembers me... When he looked at me the last time he wasn't in there... But maybe... Just maybe she's right.

Denise turns and walks back inside and back into the living room. She looks up at the portrait that Seph had painted of Ambros and herself.

Denise: I promise I'll get you back, and when I do I'm never letting you go. I have a message for everyone in the VVC... You think that you can win this match when there are so many other people gunning for you. You have the Darkside, Oblivion, and a few other groups ready to do everything that it takes to put you where you belong. Baalz... I'm coming for you first. You were the one that made my loving husband into the monster that you have with you now. Then everyone else that was involved in this little project will be put over the ropes at my hands.

She turns from the portrait and starts to head up the stairs.

Denise: Dario, it's been a long time, and good to see you again. But I'm afraid that if you stand in my way then you will meet the same fate as the VVC. If you stand with us against them then we greatly welcome you, but even then it doesn't mean we are on the same side. To the others that have come from UHW or whatever the company is, just stay out of my way. I am on a mission to take back the love of my life and I will stop at nothing until I have what I want. If that means some of you get in the way then so be it. You're just going to be another victim, and another loser that hits the floor.

She walks into her bedroom and looks around before grabbing a suitcase.

Denise: To the rest of the Darkside and our allies, we have to take the VVC down at any cost. We know they have to be stopped and if we actually stand together we can take all of the top spots and show them why we are the best of the best, and we are the true monsters that reside within the walls of the NEW. This is where our enemies will meet their end and we will reign supreme once again. The Death Bringer comes and she comes for thee. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

She walks back down the stairs grabbing a set of keys and heads out the front door as the scene fades to black.

[Admin]

Deep in the winding labyrinth-like realm belonging to the Devil’s Deadly Weapon Baalzebul, confined in a dark, grimy, and dreary room hands and feet bound and eyes covered is the dirty, sweat covered and rage fueled Abomination. The silence is deafening, are the few sounds real or psychosis induced hallucinations. Time is an illusion. Has he been here, hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? He tried holding onto himself, his name forgotten, any attempt draws for uncontrollable rage and the urge to destroy. Rip flesh, tear sinew, crush bone, and break spirits.
He tries to remember a face, a woman’s face. Sparkling eyes, dark hair. Like a dream in the waking hours or a mirage to ones touch it just slips, shimmers, and vanishes. The frustration becomes rage that explodes forth a chained fist smashing the concrete sending dust into the air stinging his eyes and lungs.
One fleeting voices and thoughts real or imagined. Was someone speaking to him or was his own madness consuming him.
“Turn your fear into a weapon” echoed in his skull. Fear, pain, rage, frustration. All burning into an all encompassing inferno of bloodlust. He feels the fire can be extinguished if he could just remember… something… but what was it.
Footsteps echoing on the stone floor. Real? Hallucination? How far has the madness taken him and is there any return. His skin feels tight like two people shoved into one set of clothing. His neighbor never talks, just snarls and spits in endless hours of unbridled fury.
Keys jingling? Real? Dream? A rescuer or a tormentor? Questions flood his mind but with no answers it just adds fuel to the rage.
The door opens and the light blinds and burns his eyes. He lunges, his body not willing to retreat. Always attack, never stop. Pain makes his strikes faster, harder, and more relentless.
“I see you are as ever ready for battle.” The voice grates on his nerves like dripping lemon juice on exposed nerves. He wants to crush, kill, destroy this person.
He blinks his eyes against the stabbing light showing Isaac Boothe.
“NEW has an appointment for me to talk about you, you’ll be there and you will be restrained. You are not just a weapon of physical destruction, I want you to be shown to break the hearts of those who claim to care for you, but have not been bothered to try to save you.
A guttural snarl escapes this debased beast's throat. Oh how he wanted to grab this worm by his weaselly neck and squeeze until his eyes pop out of his head.
“Do I have to call Baalzebul to put you back in your place, beast?” Isaac Boothe states.
The creature clenches a fist as if welcoming the challenge. Endless pain and torment, doesn’t erupt fear into him as it should, just blinding wave of wrath and resentment.
“In three days we will do our interview. You will be ready. Until then I think Baalzebul’s minion s should put you in your place.” Isaac states as several cloaked figures enter the small room.
On instinct he headbutts the first and drives the chain restraining his hands together into the next one’s throat and grabs a third with the chain throttling him. Two more enter with stun batons and start jabbing the electricity charged batons into hsi sides and ribs. He throws the choked minion into one of them and lunges for the other but meets the end of his slack as three more minions run in with batons and continue to try to put this beast into a stupor.
The drawback of endless torture is one starts to become used to the pain and agony so the torment must constantly be escalated.
They continue filling the room and piling on the tormented creature until he has no more room to fight and is pinned down.
“With a fighting spirit like that, my boy, you’ll go far. Just remember You are there to destroy not win. Dean will win and you will do everything to ensure the rest of VVC take their spots.” Isaac orders.
He stands as he exits the room and slams the door shut and locks it.

Back in the darkness and silence he sits. The bruises from the blows a throbbing ache. The pain just caused more rage flowing like blood through his veins. A voice can be heard. In his head or aloud? Was it real or a trick of his fractured mind. He can’t focus on the voice or the words. The frustration grew. He struck his fist into the stone floor again and again. Then a voice whispers a single word.

“Clarity”.

Then darkness envelopes him.

Hours Later at the United center

A van pulls up and Deimos and Phobos hop out of the front and they have poles with nooses at the ends.

“Why are we the ones doing this?” Deimos asked.
“We’re the only ones who can restrain him.” Phobos replied.
The open the back doors as a figure lunges at them and they catch him and throw him to the asphalt. The figure is masked and bound in a straight jacket as they get the nooses around his neck and force him to stand and lead him to the arena.
They are met by Isaac Boothe, Alistair, Astaroth, Oni, and Toa. A cameraman approaches them as Isaac turns, adjusting his tie.
“You see NEW, the instrument of your annihilation. The Abomination. He is coming to the When Worlds Collide match and he won’t be stopped until I give the command and then he will eliminate himself clearing the way for the likes of Dean Tyler, Lindsey Flare, Baalzebul and 6 others of the VVC.”
Abomination struggles against his restraints.
“You see! He is here for one purpose: The absolute destruction of NEW. Denise, you have no chance of getting Ambros back. Darkside, Empire, Oblivion, Parliament and the leftovers…the only way you have a chance is by not showing up at all. Once he is unleashed you will all be broken, he won’t worry about throwing you out of the ring, he will break your bones and leave you crippled. Or if you wish to be safe, I have several contracts in my locker room, come see us and sign on the dotted line and be spared the fury of the Abomination. Everyone else…”
He pauses and gives a sickeningly arrogant smile.
“Tonight will be the end of your careers if you show up not under VVC contract…”
He then turns and snaps his fingers as he walks away with the VVC dragging the Abomination with them. The camera fades to black.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: A Family Trip

The scene opens on the beautiful city of Orlando Florida. The sun was high in the sky, and it was already in the high 80's. The camera moves over the city and soon stops on the massive place that is known as The Happiest Place on Earth, Disney World. The crowds had yet to really get started and we see an all to familiar face moving along Main Street. It was Necra Octavian Kane. In a stroller was Aries and Aphrodite sat taking in everything around them. Ex, Sothren and Cleo walk beside them. Necra is texting something on her phone as they walk along, but soon stops and puts it away.

Cleo: What was that all about?

Necra: Nothing...

Soth: It had to be something sweet heart. You've been on your phone since we left the mono rail.

Necra: It was about the upcoming show... Just trying to get some stuff figured out, that's all.

Ex: Most of the Darkside is in the match. It should be an easy win.

Necra: It's not going to be easy match. Well... Not that easy.

Cleo: Dearest you know that your uncle is going to do everything that he can to get to the end of this match.

Necra: I plan on taking out everyone that stands in our way down to get to another spot and get a chance for a title.

Ex: You know that I'll be at ringside and so will a few others. You know that it's not going to be fair in there.

Necra: True. The VVC already thinks they have it won.

Soth: They have no clue what's coming do they?

Necra: I don't think they do.

They continue to walk along, and soon are in Fantasy Land. Necra looks up at one of the signs and whispers something to her father. Cleo is on her phone and Sothren taps her on the shoulder.

Soth: Darling, why don't you take Aries and Aphrodite on a ride while Necra does her thing?

Cleo: Of course. C'mon you can spend time with granny.

They walk off as Necra smirks.

Necra: She doesn't realize what ride it is does she?

 Soth: Not at all... You go and do what you need to do, and we'll just sit and watch your poor mother go through.

Necra: You do that.

Necra walks off passing through the crowds of people. A few people stared whiles others whispered before snapping a picture of her and continuing on.

Necra: This is a chance of a life time once again... I have a chance to get my hands on a title in either in NEW or UHW... But none of that really matters in the end. The only thing that matters is that the VVC is taken out and put in their place once again. They think this match is going to be an easy win over all of us but they are out numbered. We are coming at you with everything that we have and I know that I won't stop until there is nothing left of any of you.

Necra continues to walk through the park.

Necra: There are a lot of people in this match so I'm not going to waste my time on those that don't really matter. The VVC are the only ones that I am even focused on. There isn't anything that you can do to stop me. By the end of this match the only one that will be left standing is me. I'm not sure if there is really anything that I can say to any of you that I haven't said before. Just know that there will be blood shed and it won't be mine. The Darkside will prevail and leave everyone else in the dust where they belong. I am the Goddess of the Dead, The Lady in Black, The Queen of Death, The Alpha and the Omega, The The Angel of Death, The Child of Heaven and Hell; Fear me! For when you look upon me you will see your end. See you soon and good luck, you're going to need it.

Neca stares into the camera as she seems to fade into nothingness as the scene fades to black.

[bondic]

(OFF CAMERA)

Brian had just arrived back from his trip. He went to meet Dario to discuss bringing in fresh blood to The Empires fold. They brought some pizza back with them. Brian shakes his head.

Brian: You know, we are going to have to do 2 a days to get rid of the junk that’s in those.

He laughs. As does Dario. Andrew looks at them and smirks.

Andrew: You might have to do 3 with as much as you eat of it.

Brian nods his head.

Dario: Shit, either way we still are on top of the game right now.

The news about Jessica not being able to attend any events has kept him thinking and with the return of a couple new members among the ranks of the Empire has him lost in thought. He takes a couple slices of his favorite. Pepperoni, mushroom, and garlic. He wonders what’s going to be next. With the VVC running out of people to challenge him. He is finally moving onto others that get a chance. But his biggest challenge will be making sure he finishes off Bishop and the GWL along with him. Dario and Andrew eat as Brian paces around a bit. Nibbling on one of the pieces. They finish eating their cheat meals as Brian’s cell phone rings.

Brian: Hello? You’re here?

He pauses a moment.

Brian: I’ll be right up.

He puts his phone back in his pocket. He looks at his brothers.

Brian: I’ll be back. I have to go do my shoot.

He puts his plate down and walks towards the back.

(ON CAMERA)

The scene opens with Brian standing on top of a building. He has on his trademark Oakley sunglasses on, with some dress pants and fine Italian leather shoes. His shirt is a nice Gucci button down. The top few buttons are undone. Behind him you can see the Baltimore City Skyline sprawling out behind him. He points at the city.

Brian: When I was a child, I had a dream. A dream that my name would one day be just as a big name as Hulk Hogan, Ric Flare, or Sting. And you know what? I made it happen. See Amber, I have to wonder.

He pauses.

Who is really better? I mean come on, your comin for My Cyber Title. And the only person that went as long as I have in the ring is your sister. She actually took it to a draw. And let’s be honest here. We all know I would have beaten her if I would have had longer. But Rules are rules. And it was marked in the history books that match ended in a draw.

He smirks, and looks deep in the camera.

Since that very day though. She was changed. It all went down hill. That was when her career was really over. And when you turned on her. Magic, but now Amber your walkin down the ring and challenging The One Man Apocalypse. This is really your biggest challenge to date isn’t it? You haven’t ever had to look a monster in the face tryin to take what will belong to him till his final bell.

He takes off his sunglasses and tosses them.

Amber you accepting this match could be were your career takes a deep dive as well. Because I won’t take it easy on you. I don’t give two shits if you’re a 100lb lil girl or a 300lb monster. When it comes to my gold, I look at it all the same. Your wantin to FAFO.

Even with him making his wise cracks he isn’t laughing today. His red face getting a shade darker.

You know what that means Amber? Fuck Around, Find out. And I can’t wait for this PPV. Amber I want you to pay close attention to my match with Bishop. He wants to FAFO himself. I mean he could have taken the lesson the first time when I put him on a shelf for 3 years. But that was a long time ago, and I should have made him learn when he challenged me when UHW was first reopening. I won’t make the same mistake again. And you will see what I have in store for him. And I want you to remember. I could always do that to you. I hold over 50 straight wins. With no losses and only one draw. Amber, do you think you can do something that hasn’t happened in over 2 years? You think you can actually beat me?

He chuckles, the first time this promo that he has done anything other than be serious and borderline manic.

Amber, just remember whatever I do to you. I warned you, and you will be made an example. An example of what happens to those that wanna challenge Brian Fuckin Kennedy and take what’s his. And lil girl, you won’t mess with destiny. It is my Destiny to be NEWs first Grand Slam Champion. And I am settin a bar that most likely won’t ever happen again. And that’d bein a Multi Title Holder while doin so.

He pauses after the bombshell he just dropped.

So Amber I know your like a lot of other athletes in the business. You wanna be remembered. It’s not gonna happen with me though. After I leave Bishop finished and he watches the rest of Worlds Collide from a hospital bed. I’m gonna introduce myself to you. Then Blue Whaler will find out himself the same thing every member of The VVC has found out. I’m what I say I am.

He pauses.

I’m fuckin Perfections Finest, I am The Livin Legend. I am The One Man Apocalypse. I am Brian Fuckin Kennedy and I am a Wrestlin God. So, Ms. Payne, I need you to bring it all when you step in the ring. Cause, I am doin the same. I never wanna hear any doubts about it either. I need it drilled into your head. Because after this match I need you to know. That whenever anyone asks about me and what I can do in the ring. For your answer to be.

He pauses.

NO, DON’T! He will hurt you. He is a monster. And I need the Fear to be felt by the look on your face. Usually I say Don’t take it personal. But please do, because while I always do what’s good for business. It’s time for me to let my inner demon out to play.

He walks away laughing an almost manic laugh.

[brokennecra]

Act 1: It's not personal, it's just business

"Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgement."

Mario Puzo - Godfather

The scene opens on the beautiful Jersey Shore. The late evening sun had long since set, and the night had already started to come on. The stars were shinning against the bright lights of the city, and the boardwalk was full of life once more. Crowds wandered the boardwalk, and we see two familiar faces. Joanne and Uh Oh walked along hand in hand enjoying the sights around them. Uh Oh is walking mouth agape pointing at the sights and squeezes Joanne's hand excitedly like a kid in the candy shop. She smiles softly but looks around as if she sensed something.Uh Oh notices her and looks around paranoidly.

Uh Oh: What is it? An attack?

Joanne: Two guys have been followin' us almost all afternoon.

Uh Oh: Think they work for the VVC?

Uh Oh says his nervousness now having a hint of excitement as his free hand slips a knife from up his sleeve gracefully into his hand.

Joanne: No. They're worse than that... They're hunters.

Uh Oh: They trying to hunt you? Because if so this blade will still find them, no one will harm you again.

He snarls a completely different beast than his usual timid Uh Oh.

Joanne: They've been tryin' to do that for the last few months but they still have yet to do it. If there is two, there's probably more.

They continue along the boardwalk and duck into one of the stores along the boardwalk. Uh Oh continues walking cautiously the aspects of Ulysses showing more and more as he keeps a wary eyes and ears out for these hunters. She looks out the door and watches the crowd.

Joanne: It looks like they're not that bright...

Uh Oh: Messing with you is usually not a very smart thing to do to begin with

Joanne: Not its usually not a good idea. They won't shoot in a crowd. They'll wait until we're alone...

Uh Oh squeezes her hand gently.

Uh Oh: Well I will stay by your side.

Joanne: Thank you love. C'mon I think they're gone for now.

Uh Oh: Just like the VVC pests, they'll be back though. Like moths to a flame.

Joanne: Yeah I know. Its not like I don't have enough to worry about. Hunters are a pain in the ass, just like the VVC.

Uh Oh: With about as much success rate too.

Joanne laughs as they continue along.

Joanne: We're all booked in that big match and I'm not even sure where to start. I mean think about it... All of the Darkside is in it, the VVC and we're all goin' be gunnin' for the other...

Uh Oh: At first it will be luck of the early draw if they get numbers in quick they could thin the heard and control the ring, vice versa with Darkside, The later draws are always best for loners and vultures. But if your a team you want to be close to your team mates, and unless the VVC wins a belt I am not too worried about getting a title shot, just preventing them from winning a title shot.

Joanne: Same. Even though I would love to get my hands on somethin'...

Uh Oh looks at her curiously.

Uh Oh: Want the world title back or a different title?

Joanne smirks.

Joanne: I would love to have the title back but... There is still one person that I know that would come after me for it...

Uh Oh watches her, curiosity piques.

Uh Oh: Who is that?

Joanne: The old man... I know Seph and if he has a chance he will do it.

Uh Oh: Well if you do I'll help prepare you, but if you don't get a title shot, we can always work the tag team division and try to claim the tag titles. The Twins might get mad though.

Joanne: True, but as long as the tag titles are in the Darkside it won't matter. This match isn't goin' to be easy but I'm goin' to try anythin' and everythin' to get to the end. This time with no help from the VVC.

Uh Oh: I'll be by your side as long as I can to help you get the win.

Joanne takes his hand in hers.

Joanne: I know you will. Why don't we head home? Night is slippin' away and I still need to get a "bite".

Uh Oh: Anything you want, we picking up something on the way or we eating at home?

Joanne: We can stop. I'm sure I'll find somethin'...

Uh Oh: Whatever you wish.

He slips his blade back up into his sleeve. The close quarters magic he has been studying has been helping with his sleight of hand. She smiles a strange smile as they walk off as the scene fades to black.

[Michaels Enterprises]

Michaels Enterprise Joint RP:

Try To Stop Us!

The scene is seen outside of the arena that's hosting When World's Colide where there's 3 people seen sitting outside out on the steps. The 3 people are Ace Michaels, his beautiful wife Gothica and their manager/bodyguard Hellion. They see a camera crew approach them. The tall slender man decided to speak first.

Hellion: To who ever is trying to stop the VVC or Michaels Enterprises of us wanting to win at any time really don't know us that quite well. That's ok though! We VVC or Michaels Enterprises are ready to decimate who get laid in front of us. We are not going anywhere! Get used to us being here.

The half blonde/ half blue haired lady was heard saying into the camera with a ice cold look seen seeping through her eyes.

Gothica: Hellion is so right! Fuck to the haters who want to see us fail. Tsk! Tsk! We are not going anywhere so get used to us being at NEW until we die. Am I right, my rock star?

Ace is seen saying.

Ace Michaels: Beautiful goddess of mine is so right. Be prepared for the fall of your lives. We VVC and Michaels Enterprises are growing everyday. You all are scared and trembling at your knees. Enough of the talking. See you disgusting peasants in OUR ring.

Issac is seen approaching the three people and talk to them before they go inside to try to dominate the battle royal.

[stalkerknight]

Voice Over: "The When World's Collide Battle Royal, a shot at prestige. A chance to in one singular night make a name for yourself. Many men, and women have fought, tried, and even been broken in the chase for the victory in this match. But only rarely has any one group threatened to destroy the idea, and the ideals of this match. This year, this year is one of those times. Will anyone selflessly put asside the desire for glory, and gold to return the sanctity of this match, and the N.E.W. as a whole? That remains to be seen."

As the voice over fades the scene comes alive and we see Amber Payne and Skye Everheart. They are curled up on a couch somewhere, no one knows where. They're watching Netflix, and eating eggs. Mixed with the smell of the eggs, is the smell of mushrooms, onions and cheese. There is bacon with and hashbrowns, and an array of fresh fruits. The room smells glorious. As Amber plucks a piece of pineapple from Skye's plate, a sudden gust of wind carries the sweet, citrus aroma through the room. Skye playfully hits Amber with a pillow from the couch.

Skye: "You dirty thief. Don't you know it is evil to steal food from the mouths of the poor, and drastically underfed?"

Skye is barely able to hold in her own amusement at her statement. Amber laughs as their program ends, and while they are waiting deciding what to watch next an alert pops up on Skye's phone. It is for N.E.W. she casts it to the tv. It is the media package for When Worlds Collide. They see Brian, with his Championships, they see members of the V.V.C. When the only members of Parliament they see are Anisa, and Stalker Skye gets angry.

Skye: "Really, that's it? Nothing else featuring our people . . ."

Amber pulls her in close, smiles, then kisses her.

Amber: "I mean come on Angel, we vanished for MONTHS. We came back, and other than attacking the V.V.C. at the big Pay Per View what have any of us done? Really we're lucky they even put Anisa, and the old man in the promo package. But do you know what this means we are going to do?"

Skye lightly shakes her head confused.

Amber: "It means they aren't expecting much from the rest of us. It means that when we walk into the match, and we cause more devastation than any other people on the roster, it will teach them all that none of us are pushovers, or people to be taken lightly. Your jumps, because of how small you are, they'd be unmatched. Unmatched if you could just get out of your head, and let yourself fly. embrace the owl, embrace the direction Parliament is going and reach for the Skyes Angel."

Skye stands and walks to the door, then looks back and grins.

Skye: "Well if that's the case don't you think we should get to work?"

She then takes off out the door running down the stairs, then starting to run back up after she hits the main floor. Amber, having never seen this side of Skye is perplexed enough that she is unable to react for a few heartbeats. By the time she makes it to the stairwell Skye is already on her way back up. So Amber just stops, and waits.

Amber: "So we have Dean, Phobos, Deimos, Astaroth, Oni, and many many others. I am taking this time to address the N.E.W. masses because what I have to say is both a warning, to the N.E.W. locker room, the U.H.W. roster members who have decided to try their hands over here. It is also a warning to the V.V.C. My girl is going to be unfathomable come the rumble match. She may not win, but she will surprise EVERYONE even other members of our own special little family."

Amber sees Skye coming up the stairs so she just waits for her to turn and go back down.

Amber: "Myself, now I intend to be a force more ravaging, and horrific than any have seen."

Amber pulls out her phone, and types I love you. Suddenly she is grabbed from behind, and someone starts to pull her away. Before she drops her phone her thumbs move frantically. A few minutes later Skye picks up Amber's phone, pulls out hers and calls Anisa as the scene fades to black with Skye crying in the background.

[stalkerknight]

The R.P. I posted just above this is for Amber and Skye in the Rumble.