As we've known from the title…sequel to 'Crazy Train'. It shall be missed greatly and I hope that this might even better but I'm not holding onto anything. I get what I get… I hope that this will be good. Hope isn't the word to describe it actually... :)

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Room 409

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Prologue

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What happens
when nothing you see is real
and everything you can't see is real?

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It had been around two hours since the Legacy, accompanied with John Cena, had arrived to the hotel room.

Room 409.

His heart was breaking just by looking at the number and it felt like it was a mixture of memories and horror mixing with the faint scent of vanilla candles and unshed tears as Cody walked inside of the room and tried to push that feeling aside—he was sure that everything was going to be okay.

Ted said it was going to be okay.

"Of course, I won't lie to you, Cody…don't you trust me?"

He looked through his duffel bag and pulled out a book, throwing it to his bed and then cutting himself when he felt the sharp lime green cup's piece dig into his skin and he looked at it.

His cup.

His and Ted's cup.

Shattered.

Completely and utterly broken.

He let the piece slip from his hand.

The last thing he wanted from this vacation was to start bleeding.

He bandaged his cut and stared at his hand, and the blood instantly stopped as he smiled softly at himself.

No blood.

He didn't want nausea.

He wanted to relax and try to get away from the puzzle of a life he had in the back of his head as he laid down onto his bedside and heard the sound of his door click open and there was Ted DiBiase standing by the door with a painted smile on his face and his white teeth sparkled in the gleam of sunlight as he walked towards him, letting his sunglasses slide to his nose and he pushed it back a few times.

He sat down beside Cody and noticed the uneasiness in Cody's eyes. "Cody? Is there anything wrong?"

"Have you ever felt like your brain was holding back something? I don't know. It's like something's missing."

"Yes, I'm not with you…"

Cody tried to ignore that voice inside of his ear. He knew that Ted would never say that to him. He knew that Ted will never say that he wanted him. It was just like him. Ted wanted a relationship with a person of his age and experience and he wouldn't settle for anyone younger than a year.

Cody sometimes hated his age.

This was one of the reasons.

"How do you feel about trains?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cody stared at him. He usually wondered why people always asked him about trains and when Ted had mentioned it this time, Cody paused and he felt a surge of pain fill him. As if he had just remembered something—black and blue, mixed colors, of lightening, train floor, nails—he shook his head and Ted's eyes widened in shock as he grabbed onto Cody's arms and shook him to reality.

"Cody?!"

Cody didn't say anything.

It was almost like he was in a trance.

"Cody?"

He was so into another world that Ted couldn't help but scream his name out.

"CODY?!"

Cody had finally snapped back into reality by then and had stared at him, arching an eyebrow. "Yeah, Teddy?" he asked, confused and out of his mind. "You didn't need to shut."

"I've been saying your name for five minutes, Cody…you scared the hell out of me. What happened?" Ted asked.

"Nothing." Cody responded, and he didn't know if he was lying to Ted or lying to himself as he locked into Ted's eyes all over again, drowning into those blue eyes of his, feeling the coolness and calmness of Ted's eyes…it soothed Cody and made him forget almost instantly. "So meet you, Randy and John at the lobby?" Cody asked.

Ted didn't let it pass. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Cody nodded his head.

He didn't want to be sick or just feel even more pain. He wanted to feel normal. Even if it was just for a day.

And he'd already ruined his painless day by accidentally letting the piece of glass cut him but that was an accident.

"Cody, you liked it…"

"Yeah," Cody said, pressing his lips together. "I'll meet you at the lobby…"

Ted hugged him once, taking in his scent, and then moved away, opening the door and looking back at him, but then shook his head as if he didn't want to think about it and then walked off, leaving Cody all alone with his duffel bag.

He stared up at the ceiling.

He was confused.

Why was he afraid of trains?

Most importantly, why does he have a Ted voice inside of his head? He had practically cried the first time he'd heard the Ted voice inside of his head during a shower because he'd thought that Ted was around but when he realized that he was alone and that he was just hallucinating—no doubt.

It happened again when Cody was out eating with Legacy and John.

Cody had accepted it by that time. It wasn't quite a shock but it still gave him a jolt whenever he heard Ted's voice inside of his head…watching him…knowing his thoughts…it was almost like having Ted right in front of him.

But it wasn't the same.

Cody was get out from the room but as he made his way to the door, he tried to unlock it. He couldn't. He tried every possible way but he couldn't. He let his room key fall to the ground when he felt like it was useless. He sat down back on his bed to call Ted but then, he had dropped the phone when he heard a voice.

"Oh, Cody…I wouldn't do that if I was you…"

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Let's cross our Rhodes.
I'll go left.
You go right.
Two roads.
You picked the one without me.
Lying to me…
+and
you
wonder
why
I'm
upset…

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And there you go.

Prologue had been done. I sort of like it but I mostly don't like my first few chapters. I don't know why though.

Review?

;) Sam