A/N: This is my first stab at writing a suspense story. If you like it, read and review. If you don't like it, don't continue reading it. Fair enough? Also, I don't own anything WWE—Vince McMahon does, nor do I own any info about U.S. Prisons, especially Potosi Correctional Center in Potosi, MO (which I looked up for the sake of the story). Enjoy.

Chapter 1- The Description of a Crime

It always began with some cute words and a few kisses to make his kills complete.

Randy Orton's first crime, the murder of a Kansas City policewoman, had gone off without a hitch. Officer Carolyn Grandbury had been off-duty and in a local coffee bar.

Sim and Manu, his two accomplices at the time, had managed to lure her out to the back of the building with a fake story about someone being mugged.

"I don't see anyone—hey, what's going on?" were the last words Carolyn managed to say before she realized she had been tricked.

Then their boss had appeared from out of nowhere, spun her around to face him, wrapped an arm around her waist, kissed her as he told her how beautiful but stupid she was, and finally stabbed her in the stomach. All three escaped—leaving her to bleed to death—before she had been found dead and the authorities were called.

Flashback: St. Louis, May 20, 2448

Carolyn Grandbury had been sitting alone, sipping on a cappuccino, when two young men came up to her.

"Can I help you boys with something?" she asked.

"Oh, Officer, thank goodness you're here," Sim replied. "There's a mugging going on in the back. My buddy and I saw it when we were coming into the bar."

"How do you know I'm a police officer?" Carolyn asked, bewildered.

"I can tell," Sim replied. "Come on."

Carolyn gathered up her belongings and followed Sim and Manu out the back door of the bar.

It was then she realized she had been tricked.

"What's going on?" Carolyn asked, confused. "There's no mugging out here—hey, what are you playing at?"

Just then, the sound of footsteps behind her made her turn around in fear—and stood face to face with Randy Orton, the so-called "Legend Killer".

"You," she cried, grabbing her cell phone.

"Nope, you're not going to need that," Randy said, calmly taking the phone out of her hand and crushing it with one hand.

"What do you want with me?" Carolyn asked, her voice shaky.

"Oh, nothing, I just want YOU," Randy had answered her. He spun her around to face him as he spoke.

"Let me go!" she screamed.

Randy, however, had refused to do so. In fact, he had other plans for his victim. Sim and Manu watched on in horror, trying not to anticipate what was going to happen next.

"I don't think so," he said. "I just want to hold you—and tell you how beautiful you are—and maybe fuck you in the process."

"That is where I don't think so," Carolyn said, struggling to get out of his grasp. "You're fucking crazy, you know that?"

"I know I am, but you're the stupid one for coming out here, thinking there was someone in trouble—oh, what a twisted web my boys wove—oh, well. I guess this is goodbye then."

He continued to hold her. As he did so, he used his other hand to pull out a small knife.

Carolyn never saw it coming. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach—and when she looked down, a large spot of blood began to form.

"What the hell?" she shrieked, falling to the ground.

But Randy and his cohorts were long gone.

Carolyn blacked out and never regained consciousness.

"Absolutely perfect," Randy grumbled to himself. "Exactly the way I wanted this to go. You two will be rewarded—just don't allow yourself to be caught by the media or anything. In other words, don't be like Sim and Manu, who found themselves a one way ticket to jail."

What Randy was talking about was the warehouse fire that Cody and Ted had set up in Rowlett, Texas, in which no one had survived—all the exits leading out of the building had been purposely sealed so no one would get out—causing all inside to die from smoke inhalation. The duo had just returned to Legacy Manor and were awaiting further instructions from their employer, who was just as criminally insane as they were.

As for Sim and Manu, they had been caught while staying at Manu's father's home in Pennsylvania a few days after the murder of Carolyn Grandbury. As well as being extradited back to Missouri, they both found themselves charged with conspiracy to commit murder and were sentenced to life with the possibility of parole.

Randy was beyond angry, because his former accomplices had named him as the head conspirator in the Grandbury murder, and was determined not to make the same mistake twice. So, after searching for months for a new accomplice, he wound up with a packaged deal in Cody Rhodes and his best friend, Ted DiBiase, Jr.

The new accomplices seemed to be working out well. After he hired them, they moved into Legacy Manor, where they were schooled in Randy's sick and twisted ways.

"We won't," both Cody and Ted replied. "Now why would we do that? That would spoil everything," Cody continued.

"Good boy," Randy whispered, patting Cody on the shoulder. "Now, what do you think we should do with ourselves for the time being?"

"I say we Moet it up until some other unlucky soul falls into our sights," Ted replied, popping open a bottle of champagne. "And find some bitches to fuck while we're at it," he added, opening a closet door to reveal three very frightened women strapped into chairs.

Randy laughed. "You're always one step ahead of me, Teddy. I like that," he said, accepting a glass of champagne from him. He opened a bottle of Chambord and mixed it into the champagne, then walked over to the closet.

"Looks like we're going to have some fun tonight, my dears. Unstrap them, Teddy," he ordered.

"My pleasure," Ted replied, cutting the straps from the chairs. "Which one do you want?"

"Does that taste good?" Cody asked. "Let me try some. And then let me get one of these bitches to myself."

"It's delish," Randy said. "Got the idea at a party I went to one weekend when I was in New York. The idea of champagne and raspberry liqueur is intriguing, but tasty at the same time."

"I bet it is. Mmm, this is good," Ted replied, smacking his lips together. "What do you think, Cody?"

It's good. We need to have more of this more often," Cody answered, smiling. "And more women around, as well," he added.

After she heard that her best friend had died, all Beth Phoenix could do was cry. She and Carolyn were inseparable, and her sudden death had shaken her.

"I know I have to move on," she said to herself. "But I can't. This shouldn't have happened. He should have been put in jail."

But, of course, neither the St. Louis nor the Kansas City police weren't able to track the "Legend Killer," as he had begun to call himself. After the murder, he simply...disappeared.

Or so they thought.

Day after day, there were broadcasts on the local news informing people that the authorities were on the lookout for the Legend Killer, who was said to be armed and dangerous. And every single day, there were calls flooding in, but these calls led to nothing.

He simply could not be found. But Beth knew that he wasn't working alone. He couldn't have pulled off Carolyn's murder by himself.

Dave Batista, Beth's partner, was more than sympathetic towards her. "Carolyn was a great woman," he said, handing her a cup of coffee.

"I know. But why?" Beth asked, tears falling down her face.

"There are some sick people out there—I should know," Dave replied as he reached for a tissue to wipe her tears.. "This Orton dude is as sick as they go. And, I did find something out. The night Carolyn was murdered, there were two guys there at that coffee bar who spotted her talking to someone while she was getting her coffee. They fed her some story about someone being mugged in the back of the building, so of course, she went to go help."

"Wait—weren't they that big dude and that Snuka guy?" Beth asked.

"The two we locked up were Manu—and Sim Snuka," Dave said, taking a sip of his coffee. "They were the ones who confessed to luring Carolyn to Orton. For that they wound up getting charged with conspiracy to murder and life with the possibility of parole."

"What if we spoke to them ourselves and got information on Orton?" Beth said, sipping her own coffee.

"What good would that do? They're afraid of Orton—they don't stand a chance against him. He did threaten them when they were sentenced."

"That would be why they asked to be sentenced right away. He was livid when they mentioned him when they testified in court. Snuka sang like a canary." Dave laughed at his comment.

"Which would mean that if he found a way to sneak into their jail cells, he would murder them both." Beth was fearing for the two men as she and Dave were discussing the case.

"You know he wouldn't do that one on his own," Dave said. "He probably has found himself two new henchmen by now. But, what I also think he is doing is making sure they don't make the same mistake Sim and Manu did and wind up in jail."

"Which jail are they in anyway?" Beth asked.

"Potosi," Dave said. "Supposedly they have a very well trained security system. But that may or may not save those two. There have been a dozen instances where people have managed to get into that prison and try to kill someone in there. Who's to say he doesn't have the same idea in store for them?"

"This isn't going to be good for them," Beth said. "We have to warn Wardens Holly and Kennedy that there may be a possible murder about to take place in their facility." She immediately dialed Potosi's main number and requested to speak to the wardens.

What neither detective nor the prison's wardens knew was that the Legend Killer was planning to do just that. His latest scheme was to find a way into that same jail and take out his former henchmen. Randy had somehow managed to plant a bug under both Dave and Beth's desks, as well as Kennedy and Holly's desks, in order to get the information he needed to plan the deaths of his previous accomplices.

What they also didn't know was that Randy was listening in as well. And as he waited, he was pulling the final strings of this latest operation together.

"Cody, Ted, come here a second," Randy called. "I have a new assignment for you."

"What is it?" they asked. "More bloodshed?"

"Exactly," Randy replied. "I want you to sneak into Potosi Correctional, find where Manu and Sim's cells are, and take them out. Then get yourselves out of there and get back here as soon as the job is done. Got me?"

"We do," they answered.

It took at least five rings to get through to the wardens' direct lines. Finally, Kennedy himself picked up. "Ah, Detective Phoenix," Warden Kennedy's unusually loud voice greeted her. "To what do I owe this call?"

"Warden Kennedy," Beth began. "There may be a possibility that Sim Snuka and Manu might be in danger."

Kennedy's eyes widened. "What? You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am," Beth replied. "Randy Orton may be insane, but you can never tell what he is up to. And if he wants those two dead, he may find a way to do just that."

"All right, will talk to Holly and see if we can up security around those two. I knew something was wrong the second you called about them," Kennedy promised. "I will keep in touch," he added, hanging up with her to run to Holly's office.

"Bob," he said, catching his breath. "That was Phoenix from St. Louis. She says that Orton might plan to do in his old accomplices."

"How?" Holly asked. "There is so much security here since the last time someone tried to come in here and kill an inmate. No one would want to get past all the security here."

"I don't know," Kennedy said. "But she and that goof Batista have a feeling the Legend Killer is up to something."

"First of all, don't call Batista a goof. That man was responsible for bringing half the inmates in this prison alone to justice," Holly chastised.

"Okay, I take it back. But they think Orton is going to do something."

"Over my dead body," Holly grunted. "Over my dead freaking body will he do anything."