Summary: Two escaped convicts, two lovers on a romantic getaway, two best friends celebrating graduation from college with their boyfriends, two women just wanting to be together without the hassle of being judged and two men forced to work on their off day one hectic camping trip. Horror/ Romance/ Action/ Adventure. Rated M for violence, sexual content, and strong language.
Chapter 1
The day seemed perfect for camping as four friends sped along the interstate in a sleek black Ford Mustang GT convertible, the top down in the beautiful weather. The sun glittered through the thickening trees around the road, the humidity barely hidden by the breeze filtering through the leaves. Loud rock music blared from the Mustang's speakers, drowning out the twittering birds and rustling trees.
"Oh this trip is going to rock!" Vivian Phelps grinned from the passenger seat, her eyes on her boyfriend, Bobby Mitchell, in the driver's seat. "We're finally done school for life!"
Bobby grinned, his crystal blue eyes bright in the sunlight, "Any trip with you rocks, baby."
A delighted smile spread across Vivian's face and she pecked him on the cheek happily before turning to her best friend sitting in the back seat. "So, Genevieve, are you excited or what?"
Genevieve Spenser nodded her reply, cuddling up close her own boyfriend, Aiden Morrow, "Wake me up when we get there, I'm exhausted."
Aiden ran his tanned fingers through Gen's hair, a relaxed expression on his handsome face, "Don't get over excited, Viv, you might hurt yourself."
Vivian pouted, punching Aiden's arm playfully before turning back around to stare out the windshield as Bobby sang along to the music blasting from his car.
"John, are you sure you know where you're going?" Ashley Harris questioned, glancing over John's shoulder to read the map he was studying.
"Yes, Ash, relax," he sighed, folding up the map and tucking it in the glove box.
Ashley rested her chin on his shoulder, kissing his jaw gently. John turned his head to catch her lips before she pulled away and smiled.
"I love you."
"I love you more, John Cena," Ashley smiled, pecking him again before falling back into her seat behind him with a sigh. "How long until we get to our cabin?"
"About another half hour," John replied, glancing at his watch before returning his gaze to the road. "Just chill."
"I can't believe you got us lost, Randy," Dave Batista growled as the two men trudged through the thick woods, the sun still high in the sky.
"Well, it's not my fault the car died," Randy Orton grumbled, glancing at his watch. "We're supposed to be there right now, you know. That's what they get for sending us on this stupid trip today anyway. We're supposed to be off."
Dave rolled his eyes and shoved past Randy, pushing his way deeper into the thick. He glanced around the low bushes and underbrush before pausing, his brown eyes falling on a stump a few feet away.
"Alright we past this stump eight times already. If we go in one more damn circle I'm going to seriously injure you, Randal."
Cowering slightly, Randy held his hands up in surrender, pulling the map he had been using out of his back pocket. "Okay, then let's go this way, maybe we can hit the camp ground going west."
Dave watched for a moment as Randy poked his way toward a willow to his left. He shook his head and followed, shoving branches and leaves out of his way in pure irritation.
The camp ground sat secluded almost eight miles from the interstate in a small clearing in the woods. Five cabins sat around a lake, the atmosphere peaceful in the evening sunlight. The reflection of the sunset rippled on the lakes surface, only broken as a woman surfaced, her long hair dripping down her tanned back.
"Come on Candice the water's perfect!" Mickie called, eyeing her girlfriend from the shore. "It's lonely in here."
Candice looked up from her book and rolled her eyes, "Mickie, we've only been here two days, there's plenty of time to get in the water."
Mickie pouted as she made her way up the bank toward her cabin. She paused at the sound of tires on gravel and frowned, her eyes turning to the parking lot a few yards away where a black Lincoln Navigator had just pulled in. The frown turned to a scowl when a man stepped out of the driver's side, what looked to be his wife climbing out of the back seat.
"Hurry up John, I'm exhausted," Ashley whined, grabbing her suitcases from the back seat and turning toward the cabins. "Looks like we've got company."
"What?" John poked his head around the trunk of his truck, his gaze following his wife's to the lake. A smile crossed his boyish face before he could help it, two women were lounging by the lake and by the looks of it, they were hot.
"Well it shouldn't be so bad, hun, they look welcoming," John smiled, following Ashley toward one of the cabins.
Mickie rested her hands on her hips as she watched the couple choose their cabin. The man hastily made his way over to her after dropping his bags, his blue eyes eagerly taking in her wet appearance. Mickie frowned as he sized her up and stepped away from him angrily.
"Who the hell are you? We're supposed to have this ground to ourselves!" she demanded.
John looked taken aback for a moment, surprised that this gorgeous woman was angry. He swallowed hard and held out his hand, "I'm John Cena, my wife Ashley and I are enjoying our honeymoon here. We were under the same impression. I guess we'll just have to live with it, huh?"
Mickie bit her lip, swallowing her anger. She nodded curtly and took John's offered hand, "I'm Mickie James, that's my girlfriend Candice Michelle. It's best you stay out of our way, John. We're not very fond of men."
An excited gleam lit John's eyes at her comment but he nodded, keeping his best serious face. Mickie pulled her hand from his grip and jogged away toward Candice, joining her on the towel she was laying on in front of their cabin. John watched for a moment as the two women kissed, his excitement getting the better of him. He turned on his heel and skipped pack to his own cabin, a jovial look on his face.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?" Ashley demanded, looking up at him from her suitcase.
"Lesbians," John grinned. "Those two are lesbians!"
Ashley could not help but roll her eyes, clearly not amused by this point, "Perfect. You even go near them again and I'll castrate you with a dull spoon."
The smile instantly disappeared from John's face, replacing with that of sheer terror. He glanced around him nervously before shuffling across the room to unpack his own suitcase. Ashley let her own smirk spread across her face before returning to her unpacking in silence.
Flashing red lights and sirens filled the still air around the Pennsylvania State Penitentiary. Guards and officers rushed through the corridors, prisoners hanging over the bars of their cells trying to get a glimpse of the action. Outside the gates two men lurked, waiting for the perfect moment to escape. A smile spread across the lead man's face, his mismatched blue eyes glinting evilly through a warped black and red mask. He nodded over his shoulder to the man crouched behind him, the two slinking off into the pitch darkness and out of sight.
"Hey John, I bet you fifty bucks you can't catch a fish," Ashley grinned, her eyes gleaming in the campfire she, John, Mickie and Candice now sat around, all enjoying the clear evening.
John puffed out his chest, his eyes flicking to Candice and Mickie before returning to his wife, "Oh really? Watch this!"
In one swift movement John jumped to his feet, pulling off the t-shirt he donned. Both Mickie and Candice 'oohed' respectively at his toned and muscular abdomen, making Ashley bristle. She glared at them as John lumbered toward the lake, diving into the chilly water. He popped up seconds later, shaking the water from his hair, a fish flopping between his hands.
"How's that for fishing," he raised his eyebrows at Ashley, a haughty look on his face.
There was a moment's hesitation while John fought to keep the fish in his hands before it shot three more feet in the air, plunking back into the water below. Ashley let out a triumphant laugh and got to her feet, placing her hands on her hips.
"I told you, you can't fish for shit!"
"Fuck you!" John yelled back, splashing toward the edge of the lake.
Ashley gaped at him for a moment before turning to Candice and Mickie, a sly smirk on her face, "You keep talking like that you won't get any tonight. I'm about to get busy with these Lesbians."
John paused for a moment and grinned eagerly, "Really?"
"Are you serious? Okay," Candice smiled, her eyes roving over Ashley's form.
Glancing around at all the eyes on her, Ashley shook her head in disgust, "Are you crazy? No! Fuck that!"
Mickie and Candice shared an identical disappointed face before returning to the entertainment for the night. John had begun to wade deeper into the water, getting himself soaked to the bone. Ashley watched with growing amusement as her husband tripped, falling face first into the water. She waited for a second before he popped up again, this time with a fish secure in both hands.
"What now, woman! I win!" he laughed, jogging out of the water.
"Yeah you win for now, but we'll see about later," Ashley growled under her breath, her attention quickly diverted to the loud sound of rock music coming from the parking lot.
Four men and women climbed out of the convertible, their laughter echoing in the darkness. They all grabbed their belongings from the trunk before making their way to the campsite. John moved up beside his wife, curiosity and intrigue on his face.
"Wow, this place is beautiful," Vivian eyed the cabins, her eyes stopping on John. "Hello!"
John eyed her appearance warily, taking in her mousy brown hair and thin frame clad in a stylish turquoise halter top and white skirt, white strappy sandals on her feet. He forced a smile and held his hand out to her, noticing her hand entwined with the man standing behind her, his face slightly hidden in shadow, but his blue eyes clear in the firelight.
"I'm John Cena, and this is my wife, Ashley. Over there are Candice and Mickie," he pointed, the two women waving politely, although both looking slightly angered by the arrival of more men.
"I'm Vivian Phelps and this is my boyfriend Bobby Mitchell," Vivian grinned, shaking his hand enthusiastically. "And that's Genevieve, Genny for short, and her boyfriend Aiden."
"Nice to meet you" chorused through the campsite before the group settled in around the fire, Bobby and Aiden dropping their bags in one of the empty cabins before returning to the group. While Vivian chose to take a seat beside Mickie, Genny decided to snuggle up to Aiden, resting her head on his chest to keep comfortable. Bobby took a seat beside Candice, his eyes roving over her figure with high interest.
"You got a staring problem or something?" Mickie demanded as Bobby tried to sneak a glance down Candice's shirt.
"What? No!" he sat back hurriedly, catching a hurt look from Vivian across the way.
"Then keep those wandering eyes to yourself," Mickie growled, her eyes instantly returning to Vivian's chest.
"I'd say the same myself," Bobby advised, although his tone sounded much more playful than warning.
The two women glared at him and he flashed a pearly white grin, leaning close to Candice's ear, "What do you say I join you two later, you can show me some of your tricks," he winked greedily.
A gasp from Vivian broke Candice's interested yet disgusted glare and the two turned to look up. Vivian had jumped to her feet, her hazel eyes furious. She stomped over to Bobby, smacking him hard across the face and trudging away toward the cabin.
Bobby gaped as his girlfriend pouting a few feet away in the darkness, his tanned face contorted with a frown. Candice grinned with satisfaction and leaned close to Bobby, mirth in her brown eyes.
"Serves you right, we wouldn't let you join us even if you were the last man on earth. We don't do the penis thing, sorry."
Bobby turned his gape on Candice while the group laughed the noise only to be cut short with rustling and loud cursing from the woods. The entire group quieted as two men stepped from the brush, one carrying a large walking stick, the other grumbling under his breath. Genny sat up with interest as they neared the campfire, a smirk crossing her face at their appearance.
"Can't believe you got us into this fucknig mess," Dave muttered, pulling a leaf from his hair, his bare, sweat coated chest glistening in the firelight.
Vivian paused as well, her pout disappearing as her eyes fell on the two men. She returned to the group, sitting down next to Genny and Aiden to get a closer look.
"Who are you?" John was the first to break the awkward moment.
Dave took a moment to study the group, taking in Mickie and Candice, their arms wrapped around each other tightly, John and Ashley and the four graduates, his eyes resting longest on Genny. He flashed her a shielded smile before turning back to John to answer his question.
"I'm Dave Batista, and that idiot over there is Randy Orton. Our car broke down on the freeway a few miles back so we had to walk here," he explained. "Who are you?"
Vivian instantly got to her feet, her eyes on Randy as he joined the group at Dave's side. "I'm Vivian and that's my best friend Genevieve," she began, Genny waving to catch Dave's attention. "And that's John, Ashley, Mickie, and Candice."
Each person waved, smiled or nodded respectively, Mickie and Candice looking the most disappointed in the bunch. Bobby and Aiden shared an annoyed glance as Vivian sat down, both standing up and puffing their chests out. Dave could not help but be amused at the two men, they barely measured up to his 6'5" frame, let alone neither of them had half his muscle and yet they both stood before him trying and failing to look tough.
"As Vivie so lovingly forgot, I'm Bobby Mitchell," he growled, holding his hand out to Randy, his glare a bit too intense for the situation. "Her boyfriend."
Randy shook Bobby's hand, a slightly confused look on his face. His eyes flicked to Vivian as the handshake ended and he froze, instantly knowing what the tough act was all about. In Randy's eyes, Vivian was a perfect specimen of womanhood. Flawless curves, a bright smile, sizeable chest. She was flawless, a perfect piece of meat for him to chew on until he left camp.
"I'm Aiden Morrow, Genny's my girl," Aiden then stepped up to the two, thrusting his hand into Dave's and squeezing it as hard as he could as they shook hands. "You even come near her I'll kill you," he whispered before pulling away.
Genny rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips in clear annoyance. Aiden always wanted to be the tough guy, strutting around with Bobby, his head held high like he owned the place. In reality, Genny knew she wore the pants in the relationship. Even though he punched her around when he got angry, it was only because he knew she could twist him up into more knots than a funnel cake on crack.
Dave and Randy took a seat around the fire, Dave taking a seat across from Genny, Randy sitting next to Vivian. Bobby frowned, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend and pulling her close to him. Vivian fought against his forceful gesture, pushing him away hard, a frown creasing her face. To break the awkward moment, Mickie jumped to her feet, handing out a round of beers from the cooler by the fire. She then glanced around at everyone around the fire and grinned.
"So, who's up for a lap dance?"
Both Bobby and Aiden's hands shot into the air eagerly, waving and wriggling to catch Mickie's attention. She blatantly ignored them, her dark eyes falling outside the firelight on two hulking forms just out of sight. Everyone's eyes were on her as she moved up to them. She reached forward, pulling the two men into the light. Vivian let out a small shriek at their appearance. Both were clad in dark clothing, one had a twisted black and red mask hiding his face. The only things visible besides his mouth were two mismatched piercing blue eyes. The other looked twice as menacing, his face contorted in a miserable frown, his blue-gray eyes flicking over everyone, his large arms covered in tattoos, and his short red hair covered by a black and white bandanna.
"When did you two get here?" Mickie questioned, offering them a seat.
"Half hour ago," the second man growled, grabbing a beer.
"And your names are…?" Candice asked, a slightly spooked look on her face.
"I'm Mark, that's Kane," he growled, his eyes cold as ice.
Vivian narrowed her eyes as she watched Kane grab a beer and sit down outside the ring of rocks surrounding the fire, the flames casting flickering shadows across her face. She shivered when their eyes met and turned back to the fire.
"So Mark, how about a lap dance, looks like you haven't had any for a long time," Mickie pressed, winking at him and running a finger over his arm.
Mark shot her the coldest, meanest death glare the group had ever seen and sat down next to his companion. Mickie swallowed hard and sunk back onto the rock with Candice, the color drained from her face. The rest of the group sat silently for a moment, recovering from the sudden appearance of Kane and Mark. John broke the silence, popping open his fifth beer and downing half of it. Ashley watched his eyes glaze over from the alcohol and shook her head, knowing he was about to do something utterly embarrassing.
"So, who here knows Kumbiyah?" he asked, his words slightly slurred together.
"We do!" Randy and Dave both grinned, all three buzzed from the beer.
Vivian grinned when John and Randy both joined hands, their eyes completely glazed, rocking side to side as John began to sing the song. Genny rolled her eyes as Dave joined in, humming with the two men, who were singing completely off pitch.
"If you don't shut the fuck up!" Ashley growled, throwing a rock at John, hitting him in the forehead.
"Ow! Damn woman!" he yelped, rubbing his head. Ashley laughed and winked at him as he massaged the spot the rock hit. John got to his feet, grabbing another beer and moving toward their cabin.
Ashley followed her husband with her eyes as he disappeared into the cabin, shutting the door with a snap behind him. She waited curiously, watching the door cautiously, knowing he was going to do something she knew he would never do sober. To everyone's amusement the door swung open to reveal and almost naked John, clad in nothing but a black man-thong.
Vivian's jaw dropped as John made his way back into the firelight, his gold pimp shoes shining and the afro on his head wobbling. Ashley bit her lip to restrain herself from smacking him as he danced stupidly in front of her. Candice and Mickie both jumped to their feet, dancing with him and sparking Ashley's temper. She growled and shoved them away from him, grabbing his hand, and pulling him toward the cabin.
"Go Ashley!" Genny cheered.
She grinned devilishly and winked over her shoulder. "Get your dumb ass in the cabin!" she ordered to John, pushing him in ahead of her. He grinned excitedly and she slammed the door, shutting out the cheers and whoops from the campfire.