A/N Ok so first new story of 2013! Yay! Formally was going to be called Guilt kills, but I like this one better lol Anyways enjoy and hopefully it pans out...Onwards!

Chapter 1 Dead men tell no tales

The water pooled over me, like a dead weight dragging me down. I stuggled, trying to stay a-float, trying to keep breathing. Everything hurt, my face, my arms, my legs, I was pretty sure I had broken bones but the only thing I could think of was trying to breathe, trying to stay awake and on the surface long enough to make it to shore. Another gasped air burnt my lungs, the salty water didn't help anything but that little bit of oxygen was worth it. It went black and for a moment I thought I was dead, eyes came open again and the fight to live started all over again. I had to fight until the end, my father would of told me too, my family and friends would of begged me too, if only they were here now, they could help me but sadly the only one left is me, as usual its me on my own trying to survive. I bobbed for awhile, if this is how I died then so be it, I would be with my family and friends and the nightmare would be over. As I shut my eyes I saw it again, that evil, devious smirk he gave me, his roughened hands on my chest as the fucker pushed me off the bridge.

He was done with me, no one could catch him if the river killed me.

WWE Arena, Mid-afternoon before the show...

"Hey guys" Randy Orton announced as he came into the locker room, he was just glad that some people were actually in there, unlike last time and everyone thought the Viper was going crazy and talking to himself, that's not a road he wanted to go down. Again. Luckily Punk and John were in there, thankfully.

"Hey Rand, you're a little late don't you think?" John asked playfully knowing exactly what his friends response would be.

"What can I say, I saw the hottest peice of ass outside" Randy smacked his lips like a lion hunting a zebra, "Do you think she would be offended if I asked her to get on her knees in exchange for an autograph?"

"Here's an idea Randy, how about just this once, you don't sleep with random fans" John put out there like it was the most brilliant and original idea ever. Sadly Randy had heard it before and even sadder, the Viper didn't listen.

"That could work John, but tell me how do I end the night with a happy ending?"

"You know Randy, if you wrestled as much you fucked you would be the best wrestler ever"

"Sadly for our A-pex predator, thats me"

"I really hate to agree with Punk, but he has a point," John let out a long sigh, "I know you've been divorced for all of five minutes but that don't mean you need to fuck anything with a pulse"

Randy ignored him as always just as the door opened again and Melina walked in, her round face all lit up.

"Did you guys hear the news?" She was practically giddy with joy,

"What news Mel?"

"You know that guy that parks cars here? Doug whats-his-name?"

"Yeah"

"He's dead!"

John chuckled wrapping an arm around her neck "You were a sadistic child weren't you Mel?"

"Don't you guys find that fascinating?" Melina asked shrugging out of John's arms, "According to my sister Gloria, he was found hanging in his house by razor wire"

Randy snorted, "So its suicide and not murder, don't cream yourself Mel"

"Oh and did I mention that he slit his wrists. After he was dead"

That shut him up, for about three seconds, "Big deal, I used to do that everytime Sam wanted talk to me, seriously every six seconds she just had to talk to me"

"Anyways, I'm going to ring Gloria and see if she has some new info for me," Melina gave a squeal of joy before rushing out of the room.

"I'm pretty sure thats illegal" Randy mused making Punk and John shrug,

"Its their bizo Randy, I'd stay out of it if I were you"

Randy let out a laugh, "Yeah as if I would put myself in the middle of their business"

Randy didn't think anymore about Melina's utter joy over the murdered man, the show had to go on and he didn't have time to dwell. Besides the day went on as normal, it was after the show that things got a little weirder for the Viper, he showered up and grabbed his bag, ready to go to the bar and meet a cute young thing, it was just the thing he needed to make his day complete. Randy grabbed his cellphone as the vibrations went off, he had a new message, or he was being reminded of an old message he hadn't answered, Randy flicked it open, not reconizing the number.

Dead men tell no tales :)

Randy deleted it, he had no times for stupid games, he had no idea why the hell a random would text him saying fucked up shit, so he paid no attention to it. He had more important things on his mind.

I watched him delete my message, I knew he would. So damn predictable Randal, I would of been more shocked if he used his brain, more surprised if he text back or rung the number, it wouldn't get him very far but it would show that he was smart. He deleted my message proving that he was an idiot, or not taking me seriously, big mistake Randy. You should always take your oppostion seriously, especially if you can't see them. I was however glad to see the confusion in his eyes, he had no idea who I was or why I was texting him, don't worry honey-bee, you'll know soon enough but for right now I think I have a pest to get rid of, other than you darling Randy, another man has crossed me and now I think its time he died. I'll be seeing you soon sweetheart, I can hardly wait.

A/N Ooh hows that for intrigue! Anyways I hope it pans out and I hope you guys enjoy! Onwards Tonto!