Hurricane

Chapter one: Calm before the Storm

August 2005

New Orleans, Louisiana

News helicopters could be heard overhead as propellers twisted the air wildly, beating against the building. Amplified voices came from above warning all to leave. The siren blared off in the distance since early morning signaling the end. All shelters were full. The Dome grew and filled. The streets flooded with people trying to get out in time, but it was too late. There was no time to hide or run. She was here.

Hurricane Katrina had hit land and the city of New Orleans was in her sights.

"Randy, what are we going to do? The roads are filled with cars getting nowhere. The airport is closed. No one can get out. What are we going to do?" John Cena asked, his usually cool and cocky demeanor long since past ever since last night's show ended.

Their boss, crazy, egotistical Vince McMahon had scheduled a show the day before the storm was supposed to hit. The show had sold out six months in advance. No one figured for a hurricane to hit, especially not a category five hurricane. The damn bastard figured no one would take it seriously and still come to the show.

No one came.

The police even came by and told everyone to evacuate the city before tomorrow. Since 9:00pm last night everyone on the Smackdown and Raw roster has been trying to find a flight out of Louisiana. Most had managed to get out safely but the rest were left to find other means.

All hotels had been evacuated but the doors remained open to those still in town needing shelter and had nowhere else to go. This is where we find our fellow wrestlers: John Cena, Dave Batista, Chris Jericho, Adam Copeland (Edge), Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, John Morrison, Phil Brooks (CM Punk), Mike Mizanin, Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, and Randy Orton gathered together in the lobby of a deserted hotel.

Randy had been his normal, arrogant self, not worrying about the storm and went out exploring the city. He was only gone for about an hour. All the stores and restaurants were closed and the streets were filled with police keeping everybody off the road. He half-heartedly started looking for a flight once he realized he wasn't going to have any fun. After hours of booked or cancelled flights he started to worry a little. News reports saying Katrina would only strengthen as she moved closer to land through the gulf didn't help his mood any. After a sleepless night of trying to make reservations, what was left of Randy's good cheer evaporated when the siren sounded and he fell into silence.

The other members of Legacy had followed their leader's example and were starting to regret it. Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase flanked Randy on either side of him on the white overstuffed couch in the center of the lobby. Ted stared off into space with a bored expression of his face, trying to show off to his leader that he was unaffected by the impending storm, but Randy wasn't fooled. He could tell Ted was just as nervous as he was by his hands. His palms were sweating and he was pulling a loose thread on his jeans. However, Cody was making no attempt to hide his anxiety. The boy practically vibrated like a cell phone, a constant hum flowing through his leg which was unfortunately making his almost skin-tight jeans very uncomfortable. He felt sorry for the kid. Here he was in a strange city about to be obliterated by a freak storm without his family to comfort him. At least Randy had been able to talk to his dad before all Hell broke loose, but Cody hadn't been able to contact his parents, making him more anxious wondering what happened to them. John yelling at everyone certainly wasn't making things easier on the kid.

John had been talking smack since early this morning. He was taunting and boosting about Randy, wondering if he still felt the same as last night. He knew John was just acting out because he was scared so Randy just tuned him out. Apparently so did everyone else because no one seemed to mind John's ranting. Eventually Dave Batista, his boyfriend, stood up and walked over to his frantic lover. He pulled John into his chest, his smaller body encased firmly in Dave's arms as he whispered soothingly into his ear.

Randy stared at the couple longingly. His eyes trailed after Dave's huge hands rubbing circles across John's back. Dave's peaceful face lay nestled in the curve of John's neck, his soft, full lips pressed gently against the skin. Just six months ago he was the one in Dave's arms. They had been dating for three years, and been planning to move in together. Then Dave broke up with him. He gave no real reason just that he wasn't ready for a commitment. Randy understood that he needed some space to think, but less than a week later, word is going around that Dave was dating John. Randy was so confused. He didn't think that Dave would break up with him for good. It didn't make sense. Everything was going so well. Why did Dave betray him?

Cody cuddled tighter into his arm, burying his face into his shoulder. The tremors running through his body seemed more like spasms now and he was whimpering. What the heck happened? He wasn't this bad a minute ago. Randy looked around the room at the other wrestlers. Dave had moved to the black plush chair to the right on the other side of the black and white print rug with John cradled in his lap. Across from them sat Mike and John Morrison tightly holding the other's hand, their expressions a cross between horror and defeat. Phil sat next to them constantly rubbing his hands on his knees. His long, black hair hid part of his face so Randy couldn't see his expression. Adam and Chris leaned against the wall next to him. Adam's foot tapped at a rapid and irregular pace, his light blue eyes looked possessed as he gazed down at the floor while Chris stared down at his phone, his fingers franticly flying across the keypad. Ted, long since pulled the loose thread from his jeans, started picking at the hairs on his knuckles. Every once in a while he would pull one out and let it fall to his lap soon to be joined by another. Finally Randy looked at the Hardy brothers. The younger, Jeff, lay curled on the couch in front of him with his head in Matt's lap trying desperately to sleep. Matt ran a hand through Jeff's multicolored hair to try to soothe him and wiped the tears that ran down his face. Matt sighed, his gaze rising to meet Randy's, and shaked his head sadly.

A cloud of gloom and dread suddenly fell upon them. An unseen weight seemed to press upon his chest making it harder for him to breathe. What happened? We were fine a while ago. Then Randy heard it, the heavy patter of water hitting concrete. The rain had started. The storm was finally here. Now all they could do was wait and see if they would survive to see tomorrow.


How do you like it? I'm going to have a lot of fun with Cody. If you're Cody fans please do not be offended. He will not die but he is going to have a lot drama and craziness as will Randy and you'll see the real reason why Dave broke up with Randy. This story will have mpreg. Review if you think you know who it will be. Hint: it's at least three people.

Note: I'm in no way trying make light of the tragedy that occur when Hurricane Katrina hit the gulf coast. My heart goes out to my family, friends and fellows readers and authors who were affected by the storm.

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