A/N: This is the beginning of my newest story: Dead Men Walking. I got the idea from going to see Friday the 13th on Monday (which was an excellent movie by the way! :D) This story gives the readers... yes you! .... a chance to decide the superstars fate! Every other chapter I'll put up a poll at the end and you get to vote who lives... and who dies ;]
Also, just a quick note, I did NOT play favorites with who lives and dies in the chapters where you don't vote, I simply picked out of a hat with all of the superstars/divas who are in the story name's written on sheets of paper. So, yes some of my favorites might live, but some of my favorites will die! So... killing them off in the story is by no means personal. Oh yeah, I also pick the nominees for your poll out of a hat, that may be why some very unusal superstars are in the poll.
Disclaimer: I OWN NONE OF THE SUPERSTARS OR DIVAS IN THIS STORY! I can't stress that enough :]


Dead Men Walking

Chapter One: The Wilderness Bites

Jeff Hardy was the first to arrive at the campsite that looked more ancient than Mae Young, if that was possible. His Lamborghini crunched gravel under it's tires as Jeff pulled into the grass to stop. He, along with John Cena, Evan Bourne, and his brother Matt piled out of the car. John and Evan fought their way out, panting for air once they escaped.

"Holy shit!" Evan exclaimed, bending over to catch his breath better. "I think sardines have more room than we did!"

"Dude! Never again!" John swiped the sweat beginning to form above his brow line. "Jeff, man, you've got to get a roomier car."

"I thought it was a nice ride," Jeff grinned pulling off his sunglasses and tucking them safely in his front hoodie pocket.

"Yeah, well, you were also sitting in the front," Evan noted peeling off his own 'Element' hoodie. "God it's hot out here," he complained.

"We're in the forest, it's not that hot. Wait until you're by the lake. Then you'll really be whining," Matt laughed slamming his door shut.

Suddenly, a high speeding red car screeched to a halt next to Jeff and Evan, making them quickly back up against Jeff's car. Dust and gravel flew up as the car came to a complete stop, shuffling up dust over the two bystanders.

"Awe man, this is my new hoodie!" Jeff protested, brushing the dust off his sleeves.

"Oh get over it Hardy!" Randy Orton slithered out of Ken Kennedy's car.

"Hey Randy, what's up man?" Jeff and Randy shook hands, they hadn't seen each other in months. Everyone was excited when the camping trip was planned, but no one was more thrilled than Jeff and Randy who would finally be able to reconnect as friends again.

"It's been awhile, eh Hardy?"

Jeff and Randy began catching up as Ken, Cody Rhodes, Ted DiBiase Jr., Kofi Kingston, and CM Punk exited the black Hummer.

"You think the trunk of a Goddamn Hummer would be more comfortable," Punk said sliding the luggage out of the trunk, as well as himself.

"At least you didn't have to sit in the back seat of Jeff's car," Evan noted aloud. John quickly nodded in agreement with Evan's statement.

The next car full of people to arrive was Melina, Beth Phoenix, Kelly Kelly, Santino Marella, and Chris Jericho. Punk watched as Chris jumped out of the car faster than he could say 'insane'. For a second, he thought Chris was being attacked by killer bee's, but he found out that Chris had suffered through something worse.

"Thank God," Chris whined melodramatically.

"What's wrong?" Punk slammed the Hummer trunk shut before approaching an exhausted looking Chris Jericho.

"I just had to sit through the worst three and a half hours of my life. You guys arranged it so I had to drive here with four chicks!" Chris swiped a hand through his thick, blonde mane.

"I thought Santino was with-" Punk stopped short when he noticed the 'are you serious' look that Chris was sending him. "Right, the day Santino is considered a dude is the day I get this shaggy mop shaved completely," Punk tucked a strand of his 'mop' behind one ear.

"Then I guess I'll never be able to call you Baldie," Chris smiled from picturing a bald CM Punk walking around.

Meanwhile, a new group was unpacking their car, Jack Swagger, the Brain Kendrick, and Vladimir Koslov all struggled to pull their bags out of the overstuffed trunk of the small rental car. Their other traveling partners, Shawn Michaels and Triple H sat by idly watching the humorous scene.

"Should we help?" Hunter, as Triple H liked to be called, turned to Shawn.

"Nah, let's watch them suffer," Shawn plopped down on a broken log, kicking his feet up to get comfortable.

"Hey, how was your ride?" Ted DiBiase Jr. asked taking a swig of his water bottle.

"Interesting," Shawn simply replied.

"To be honest, I had no idea what the hell was going on the whole damn drive," Hunter openly admitted. "When Jack Swagger spoke I got a second shower." Then there was Vladimir, I had no idea what he was saying," Hunter shook his head. He slid the hair tie off his wrist before pulling his dark blonde locks into a ponytail.

"Don't forget about the Brian Kendrick, I couldn't understand him either," Shawn stated, keeping his eyes on the entertainment presented before him.

"Why couldn't you understand him? He doesn't have a lisp or accent," Ted reminded him.

"Yeah, but his head is so far up his ass that it was just mumbles," Hunter smirked with the mental picture. Then he shook it away when it started to get ugly. "That mental picture didn't end so well."

"I imagine it wouldn't. Brian's bare ass, blah!" Shawn shouted, sending various forest critters scattering every which way.

The second to last care to make it's way to the campsite contained Edge, Vickie Guerrero, Chavo Guerrero, the Miz, and Morrison. While they were still pulling in, jokes began to break out amongst the others.

"That car is probably running on ego instead of gasoline," Matt said sitting up on the hood of Jeff's Lambo. Everyone watched as they all hopped out, one after the other.

"Babe, can you…" Vickie paused when she realized Edge was paying attention to Chavo instead of her. "Excuse me!" Her shrill voice echoed through the entire forest, sending flocks of birds fleeing across the sky.

"Sorry honey, what'd you need?" Edge held one of Vickie's hands, ready to comply with her every beck and call.

"He's whipped," Kofi whispered to Punk and Chris who were already snickering at Edge's behavior.

"Told you he's like a damn puppet," Jeff noted to Randy who was leaning against the car, staring into the faded blue sky.

"And Vickie is the puppet master," Randy finally broke his gaze. "What a terrible job she's doing too. He'll do whatever she says, why not tell him to save us all and jump off a damn bridge," Randy smirked.

"Ha! Nice," Jeff gave Randy's fist a pound before squinting his eyes to see the last car pull up. "Man, who ever made the driving arrangements really gave Christian the shaft." Jeff could tell that Christian's ride probably sucked without even asking him.

"Yeah, he got screwed," Randy agreed also looking at the faces in the car with him.

In the car with Christian was JBL, Ezekiel Jackson, Paul Burchill, and Kane. In Christian's opinion he didn't have it so bad since Paul and Ezekiel hadn't spoken the entire ride, and Kane turned out to be a very nice guy. The only issue he had was with JBL who would not stop talking about the stock market no matter how much he and Kane begged him to stop. Christian even tried turning up the radio, but every time he did, JBL's voice somehow managed to double in volume.

"Dude!" Chris exclaimed as he approached a grim Christian. "It's been… ages!"

"Chris, it's been two days," Christian sighed quietly. The drive had already exhausted him.

"Oh… ew, you had to travel with JBL?" Chris questioned, completely ignoring the fact that JBL was standing very well in earshot.

"Did you want to lick a cow's butt?"

"What? Why would I want to do that?" Christian asked rolling up his sleeves to expose his bare forearms to the wind brushing through the forest.

"I think I'd rather lick a cow's butt than sit in a car with JBL," Chris admitted shrugging.

"That's sick," Christian looked at Chris who didn't seem to be affected by his remark, "but true," he grinned.

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Everyone began getting situated and unpacking their cars to load all the luggage to a dirty old pick up truck, since there was no place to park all of the cars by the actual campsite.

Brian Kendrick's eyes wandered around skeptically.

"Is there a bathroom around here?" He asked to no one in particular.

"Nah man, you have to wait til we get to the campsite," Jeff's voice was strained from trying to lift Kelly and Melina's entirely over packed suitcases onto the back of the pick-up.

"Fine, I'll just go in the woods," Brian said parting twigs and bushes in an attempt to find a path.

"Ew," Kelly rolled her eyes at Brian's soon to be actions. Melina agreed with Kelly through her own eye roll.

As Brian picked his way through the woods he heard light footsteps behind him. His neck snapped around sharply, he slowly surveyed the green surroundings only to see no one. He continued to walk, tripping over an uprooted tree, he cursed under his breath as he got up. Soon he heard more footsteps.

"Who is that?" He brushed the dirt off his jeans with his even dirtier hands. "Come on! It's not funny!" Brian shook his head angrily, he just wanted to go to the bathroom without being pranked.

After Brian finished what he traveled all the way through the woods for, he zipped up his fly.

"Brian, you just became an honorary member of the Urination Nation," he whispered proudly to himself.

A twig cracked in half loudly, barely feet from where he stood.

"Whose there?" His voice was beginning to show sings of nervousness. "Is that you Jeff? I swear it wasn't me that switched your hair dye with Mike Knox's and Snitsky's spit! It wasn't me!" He screeched to who he thought was Jeff Hardy. Suddenly, a tall figure stepped out from behind the dark, twisted tree. Brian let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh it's only you-"

The mystery man banished a thick knife from behind his back, slicing the throat of Brain Kendrick before he could finish speaking. Brian's frail body fell to the Earth, it hit the soil with a thunderous echo. The man chuckled loudly to himself as blood spilled from Brian's throat.

Brian's body twitched one last time before it stopped moving forever. He was the first victim of the psychopathic maniac. Brian was officially dead, which only made the sadistic creep laugh harder.


Thanks for reading! Now here's your chance to choose the fate of one superstar!
REMEMBER! You are choosing who you want to DIE in the next chapter!

The canidates are:
- John Cena
- Ezekiel Jackson
- Triple H
- Paul Burchill
- Kofi Kingston

And yes, I promise you, I picked these names out of a hat! I didn't pick them because I hate them, or else some of those names wouldn't be there :D