Disclaimer; This story is one hundred percent fictional. It is not real, the characters in it are not real. It is written like a normal story. My OC original character Gerard Davis is in it. He is not a Mary Sue. If you want more on that visit my profile. He is fictional, not real. There is no chat or script in this story. It's written like a regular book with paragraphs and sentences, well-written and edited with decent grammar and spelling. I'm tired of being punished because I'm an actual hard-working writer who just wants to write what she wants because she feels she has nothing else left but writing. I hate the summary because I'm afraid I'll violate some rule again. I panic enough.

It was like any other Christmas to muddle through for any of them, until the grisly murders start and a serial killer strikes fear and paranoia in the small town. Everyone has a suspect and they may all have a motive. My lovely little horror spin-off of the Department Store chapter of Christmas Shots. I'd seriously recommend reading that chp (30) before reading this b/c it kinda picks up from it and mentions things from that chapter. Horror, character death, sex, violence, language, AU, non-wrestling, etc. Punk/OMC (Gunk), Jedam, Christian/Heath, Randy/Morrison, others. I own nothing or no one mentioned, just the blood stains.


Red Xmas;
Chapter one/ 'Silent Bloody Night'
Rated; M/ L, V (gory character deaths, slight mentions of possible rape & underage drinking)

The snow glistened under the bright moon in the dark like sugary thick icing on a brilliant cake, sparkling and twinkling and painted with splatters of fresh dark blood that snaked across the white powder. The night was quiet and as still as the body of the woman that lay just a few feet from her porch, gifts strewn around her and making imprints in the glittering perfection.

She never made it from her car inside her house and practically no trace had been left of the attack except for her corpse laying in the freshly shoveled driveway, her body shoved over in the icy cold snow.

-xx-

(-earlier, Friday-)

Phil Brooks kicked at his work lockers in an Employee's Only section of the huge department store he worked at. His job was to wrap gifts for the paying customers. It was the hustling bustling holiday season and cheer was far from the tattooed male's mind. It had already been a bad day. Some disgruntled elder woman had been dissatisfied with his and a fellow employee's gift wrapping. She acted all high and mighty, so Phil had let his tongue get the better of him and he told her off.

"You haven't heard the last of this." She had bellowed before storming off. Whatever. Phil had other problems and maybe she was just the fucking breaking point for his shitty night. Orton didn't need to make it harder by running his big mouth about Phil's love life either- which he had so arrogantly done. It was none of his fucking business.

Phil kicked the locker again and cursed.

There was his ex lover John Morrison, guilting him, going around and making it sound like Phil cheated on him. Poor little Mor, the glitter-whore. Fucking slut. Phil knew John was cheating on him while they were dating, stepping out behind his back with Orton and everyone else in town. Before Phil could confront him, Morrison told him he wanted to see other people and they needed time apart.

It sounded like a break-up to Phil. But what it really meant was that Phil was expected to sit and wait on Johnny like a good bitch while Mor played around and finally decided to take him back when and if he was ever done playing around. Hell, Morrison even went with Melina Perez, some hoochie looking hooker skank that got him fired at his job and in a shit load of trouble that Phil was expected to bail him out of.

And Phil was there to bail him out of jail and pay his fines when he was arrested for DUI. And poor ole Mor.. so confused and mislead..

"It'll be better, Philly. We will.." That pouty promising tone.

They were never exclusively back together to Phil's understanding. They never established that mutually, Phil wasn't sure he wanted him back and Mor wasn't going to be faithful. Phil knew this when Orton showed up one day to take Morrison out. Johnny was kicked out then for good.

Phil met a guy by the name of Gerard Davis at a comic book store and they clicked right off the bat. Gerard didn't talk to him in that I'm-better-than-you condescending tone he was used to from Johnny. He didn't make him feel small and like a stain of fresh shit on a brand new pair of expensive white sneakers. No. Gerard talked to him like he was a human being, giggled with him and not at him. Hell, he was as big of a nerd as Phil himself was- well, not in physical size, Gerard was much smaller- They spent hours talking comics and superheroes and music.

"I like to draw comics too. Maybe I can show you sometime." Gerard was an artist. Gerard was weird like him.

So they started hanging out.. going on dates, getting closer, having sex..

Then Mor found out and the jealous bitch spread it all over town that Phil was a sleaze-ball cheater. And worse, Gee's name was being trashed and slandered and he didn't deserve that. He had done nothing but made Phil feel like.. like he wasn't alone.

Gerard was innocent.

And tonight, that stupid fucking bitch and her presents. Phil remembered her from somewhere. Vickie Guerrero, he thinks, some rich fancy cunt shoving her weight around, literally. What if she caused him his job or pursued something against the store? It'd be his fault and he'd still lose his job.

"Fuck. Stupid bitch." He smacked both palms against the poor locker before jerking it open and getting out his coat. Fuck this. He didn't need the job that badly. He was leaving this goddamn place early.

-xx-

Jeff Hardy was working at his station in gift wrap when he saw the redheaded male poke his head into the department and look around. His name was Heath Slater and he was the boyfriend of the boss's son, Jay Reso. Jay's father Randal Reso owned this store and supplied all of his son's friends and acquaintances with holiday jobs. The Resos were loaded, but were kind-hearted, charitable and polite. Jay was also the best friend to Jeff's boyfriend Adam Copeland.

"Hi, Heath. Jay isn't back here. Neither is Adam." He snickered, albeit being irritated to have Phil run off and leave him. The third guy they worked with was Randy Orton and was no help at all, he was in the back probably jerking off or something. Luckily, business was calm right now.

"No. I was wondering when Adam's break was. I need him to help me get something for Jay." Heath said, his friend Drew McIntyre loitering to the side, bored and tired of Heath dragging him around the store. Heath didn't work here. Heath didn't have a job. Jay told him he would never have to work again and enjoyed spoiling him. Hey, whatever worked for now.

Jeff squinted at the wall clock. "In about 10 minutes. Why do you want to get Jay something from his father's own store? He could have whatever he wanted."

"Oh.. it wasn't lik'a innocent gift.." Heath blushed. "But I did wanna talk to Adam about what I could get him. What do you even get the guy who has everything? I mean.." He smirked, tucking a strand of red behind his ear. "He already has me."

Jeff shook his head. "In 9 minutes. Dude, if I were you, I'd make him something. Be more from the heart."

"Like you're making Adam something.." He muttered. Jeff was working his ass off to save up enough money to buy Adam this really expensive bracelet from this jewelry store in town. It was going to be like this commitment thing without being a wedding ring. Serious enough without being too serious.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "That's different. Adam'll help ya better, man. He knows Jay better than I do." He smiled as a customer walked up and requested her gifts be wrapped in the bright green with the little peppermint candies on them.

"Yeah. Thanks, Jeff. Don't work too hard." Heath waved and drug Drew away to head to Adam's department.

Jeff had just finished with the blonde lady's gift when Gerard popped his head in, holding something behind his back. "Hey, Jeffy. Phil here?"

"No, Gee. Just missed him. He took a break, seemed pretty stressed." Jeff said, putting back the peppermint paper as the lady left.

"Oh. Okay." He stepped forward and placed his gift on the counter. "Can I get this wrapped then? Something red and blue like the Pepsi logo."

Jeff nodded. "Sure thing." He set about getting what he needed. "How are you two? The whole Morrison thing, I know.."

Gerard groaned, running a hand back through his shaggy mess of brown hair. "Ugh. He gave me a dirty look today. He didn't want Phil, he doesn't deserve him. That's not my problem."

"Mhm." Jeff nodded as he continued to wrap, not terribly bothered by Gerard drumming his fingers on the counter.

Phil was never really apart of his group, if that's what one were to call it. In high school, they were at each other's throats. In their 20's now, that hadn't changed a bit. Phil was a punk and Jeff was some kind of artsy loser that was happy with his lazy laid back attitude. They just never clicked. It kind of blew Phil's mind when he found out Gerard was in Jeff Hardy's camp of misfits. Morrison had only been known by association. Mor was friends with a guy named Mike Mizanin, who dated a guy named Chris Irvine, who was close friends with Jay. Chris and Miz also hung out with Punk on very rare occasions. So, by association.

Jeff handed over the gift when he was done, watching the other male squeal quietly, his fingers hovering over it as if he was afraid to touch it- like it would come completely unwrapped if he did.

"Oh, that's so perfect." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some bills. "Here's a tip."

Jeff held his hands out in an attempt to invisibly push Gerard's away as he held out the cash. "Awe, Gee. No. I can't take that."

"No. I insist. From me. Not just for the wrapping. I still owe you ten anyway." Gerard dropped the bills onto the counter before grabbing his gift and bounding away.

Jeff grabbed them up and began straightening the waded up and crinkled bills out. "Well, at least you pay back."

-xx-

Adam hummed as he finished putting away things in the men's department. He had earlier sent Heath away after helping him decide on some lingerie to wear for Jay, who Adam considered like a brother and was kind of awkward picking out lingerie for a guy to wear for him.. He told him that he'd help him pick out a gift that Jay would like tomorrow. Right now, Adam was mere minutes from closing time and a weekend off from holiday shoppers and cheer-inducing music being played on repeat. He wanted time to decorate his own tree and spend some alone time with his Jeffy, who had already left early and quite enthusiastically for some reason.

It was then that Randy Orton strutted in, that usual snake-like grin spread across his always smirking face. "Well, hello, Adam. Closing up?"

"Hey, Randy." Adam almost frowned. "Yeah."

"Oh, now why do you look so glum, buttercup? It's almost Christmas!" Randy laughed, spreading his arms out and just reveling under the wreaths that hung from the ceiling with the huge red bows and irritating music, the lights shining on his burred dark brown haired head like a halo meant for someone else. "Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." Randy sung in a deep husky voice as he stepped closer to the blonde.

Adam snorted. "What are you doing?"

Randy's icy blue eyes tried to hold Adam's hazel ones, but he wouldn't let him. "Making small talk. It's beautiful this time of year, but freezing. There's ice and snow on the roads. I know how your old clunker is. Might break down and strand you, leave you freezing." He rubbed his hands together for emphasis. "I couldn't let that be on my conscience this time of year. Let me drive you home."

Adam's lips quirked and he shook his head causing long strands of golden kinks to fall in front of his angelic face. "Sweet. You don't want me to be a damsel in distress. I don't need it."

Randy's bravado nearly visibly dropped. "Oh, come on. It's the holidays. A time of good deeds and will."

"Said the demon desperately trying to redeem itself so it could fool its way into heaven."

"What?" The tall brunette asked in insulted confusion.

Adam sighed. "I know what you're trying to do, Randy. You have no conscience or good will."

"Ah, Adam, shit." Randy rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling. "We were in high school. Let that go." He glared back at the lithe blonde.

"Let it go? Are you crazy? You took me to that party and I trusted you. You let me drink and you.. you almost.." Adam grit his teeth. It still bothered him to this day.

Randy choked back a groan. "I was a stupid kid, Adam. I'd never hurt you. Hell, I was drunk too."

"Yeah, well those other guys.." Adam swallowed.

"Didn't lay a hand on you, I swear." Randy held his hands out in defense. It had been an argument between them since that stupid party. Adam went a little overboard, things nearly got heated.

"I just don't.. If Jeff knew what you tried to do, that you tried to have your way with me.." Adam looked at the floor.

Randy snorted. "Jeff. Big deal. We were okay once. We were good."

"Yeah. And I'm with Jeff now." He gasped as Randy grabbed his arm tightly.

Randy pressed his nose against his cheek, growling. "And you shouldn't be. You're mine."

"Ow.. let go.. fuck.." Adam wrenched free and backed up.

"That asshole can give you nothing that I can't." Randy snarled, pointing a thumb to himself before motioning off in reference to the invisible Jeff Hardy that taunted him inside his head.

"Do you listen to yourself, Orton? Seriously, do you? I was never yours. The only reason you're here is to stalk and bother me. You certainly don't need money." And he didn't. Randy's father Bob Orton was well-off. "And Jay didn't give you your job here. I hope he sees you bothering me on camera."

"I didn't need Jay. My father thought I could learn responsibility or some shit. It's like a charity thing. I help out, Daddy doesn't take my Ferrari." He said, pulling the keys from his pocket and dangling them in front of Adam.

It tempted to make Adam madder. Randy was always just a spoiled rich kid. He didn't have to work. No, all he had to worry about were Ferraris and had all the time in the world to worry about fake spray tans and getting tattoo sleeves. Sure, Randy was tall and strikingly handsome with dimples and the structure and chiseled body of a hero.. but he was a spoiled arrogant twat, irritated by the one thing Daddy Orton could never buy him. And Adam would never be for sale.

"Cram your Ferrari.. leave.." Adam pointed towards the entrance. "I need to finish. I want out of here."

"You're making a big mistake staying with Jeff." He said, turning to walk away.

"Then it's MY damn mistake." Adam growled, one arm curled around the front of his waist and the other around the back of his neck. He had no idea where Orton got off on messing with him.

-xx-

Vickie Guerrero gathered her bags out of the back seat of her car, using her foot to slam the door. She was attempting to get them all at once and her breath came out in thick white huffs in the icy air. It had already been a long day. She had stopped by Reso's department store to do a little holiday shopping and those stupid punks in gift wrap couldn't do one simple thing right. In fact, they had insulted and mocked her, especially that one with the slicked back black hair and the bags under his eyes.

She thought delinquents like those shouldn't be working at a place like Reso's and she shouldn't have to deal with them. She'd talk to Mr. Reso about it and get them fired, maybe get something out of it for her embarrassment and suffering. How dare they treat her that way, she was important and had more money than they would ever make in their whole lives.

The heels on Vickie's leather boots clicked on the shoveled concrete walkway. She paid some kid named Brad good to keep it clear for her. She was almost to her porch steps when she heard a noise. She looked all around her and sighed. It was the wind, only the wind. Maybe the neighbor's fucking dog that she couldn't get to quit shitting in her yard.

Then it happened so quickly, someone running up behind her. Before she could turn around, a sharp pain ripped up her back, the wind being knocked out of her completely, leaving a gurgled gag to escape her instead of the scream she had intended. She noticed the snow and everything was spinning.

It was all a haze after that, she dropped her bags and fell to the ground. Her shirt was wet and sticky and the world suddenly got all fuzzy. She saw a dark shape before she was yanked up and shoved down into the perfectly smooth snow. Demanding red staining the pure white. Her last thought was that she couldn't really feel it.


Maybe lots of people will die. The Department Store chp of Christmas Shots was inspired by R.L. Stine's Silent Night in that a bunch of friends had jobs for Christmas. This is not a copy or rewrite of Silent Night whatsoever. But I wanted to turn that particular Christmas Shots chp into horror like back at Christmas. I don't know where I read that Jay's father was named Randy, but it says it in my notes. I could never find much on his family. Eh, if it's not accurate, then he'll just be named Randal in this story. No big deal. Yes, my OC Gerard is in here as he was in the chp. Since this is wrestling and if you're here you may very well know what our wrestling boys look like, but not my OC. As I explained in the chp; Gerard is 5'9, right now his hair is brown, shaggy & mussed. He can wear his hair anyway or any color, it's usually black. He is not muscular, not a wrestler, but it is debated he could be a Diva. :P He is just a fictional guy, so it is okay if anyone doesn't know anything about anything, I promise. He likes comics & art. The insults toward certain characters are the thought processes of other characters. Also, Punk & Christian are listed as the characters b/c they are the main characters- they are not in a relationship or going to be.