WWE Fan Fiction ❯ Angel of the Devil ❯ Black ( Chapter 1 )

 

Angel of the Devil

Chapter 1: Black

 

I failed again. The realization only hit me once my arms are forced behind my back and violently jerked up to cease my struggling. Security then begins to lead me through the corridors backstage, past the other talent on the roster waiting for their cues. I catch the eyes of so many, but not one thinks to help me.

 

Security continues to try and restrain me as I am led with further haste to the back exit, my kicking and screaming seems to be getting on the men's nerves; I don't blame them. It is after all the third week in a row they've had to usher me out of the building.

 

I can hear the sign of relief from the men restraining me as the red exit sign looms over the steel door before us. I am rather relieved myself, the pain in my arms and shoulders diminishing the more the guards loosen their grip. I begin to struggle more, hoping my sudden burst of strength would be enough to release me and slip through the confused idiots at my side, only to head out for Zbysko again. My plan is quickly thwarted by one of the quicker men to the left of whom I'd calculated be easiest to pass. Their reflex's being far greater than mine or the others to my right as they captured my arms in a solid detainment before I ever had the chance to move them all the way out.

 

“No fucking way are you getting away from us this time Raven?” The guy yells into my ear and suddenly I can feel my arms going numb with how much pain he is inflicting upon my arms. I yell as loud as I can into his ear, he pulls his head back, but no luck of letting go. My effort for even getting help was in vain, nobody cares enough to me out. The door is close now, only a few more seconds before I need a new strategy…

 

The door opens revealing the dimly lit parking lot. A shiver runs down my spine forming goose bumps on my skin. There appears to be rain on the ground and I can't help but think of how much I'd appreciate being pushed straight outside. My luck however, turns on me for what seems like the millionth time tonight, or for that matter, as everything since the incident in Canada.

 

My body makes it half way out the door, I lean forward, my right foot about to step out when it is caught by one of the fools that had escorted me so generously to this location. I easily could have turned it into a stumble but just a moment before, all seven security guards found it necessary to lay their hands upon me, and push with as much strength and power their bodies possessed. My body falls to the ground with great speed, gravity not wanting too much to be my friend. I'll get them back someday… laughter being the last thing I hear, pain being an instant of the last thing I feel, the small drops of water splashing up in slow motion before my eyes as my head cracks against the gravel.

 

Now all I see is black.