Shaded From The Darkness
Disclaimer- I don't own to do with the WWE
Summary- It's been three years since Mike left, someone has finally found him, but what all has happened? Will he return to the one he loves? Does Cena still love him? And what has happened to Alex? Slash..Sequel to Riddles of the Darkness.
Warnings- none yet.
I SUGGEST YOU READ riddles of the darkness FIRST, IT WILL MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE.
I know right I finally started this. Because I finished the Riddles of the Darkness so long ago, I kinda got lost with what I wanted the sequel to be. So this is all new ideas.
Hope you all enjoy.
The city was silent, the clouds had settled earlier that evening, the rain poured down as the skies opened and cried.
The soft sound of the radio that sat on the counter echoed through out the small walk-in diner, a lingering smell of roasted potatoes and chocolate cake that had just finished baking, with just the slightest hint of cinnamon. It smelt like home.
The diner itself was an older building that looked like it might have belonged in the early 90s, the checkered black and white tiled floor, the counter/food bar with spinning stools, the vinyl covered bright navy blue booths, the old neon signs that hung on the pasty blue wall, that annoying bell that rang every time someone entered the door. It was the type of place where everyone was welcomed and they could eat all that they want for less than ten dollars, it was the place to go.
That night the diner was quite, the unfortunate weather kept many at home cuddled up under many blankets and drinking hot chocolate.
A young teenage couple sat at the booth in the corner both holding hands a single plate with a half eaten piece of raspberry pie sat in the middle of the table, the two forks forgotten about as they gazed happily with love in each other's eyes.
A larger biker like man complete with the leather jacket and tattoos on every available piece of flesh that showed, sat in a booth at the other end than the couple, he was quiet as he ate his steak and potatoes, his eyes traveled over the other costumers while he took a large gulp from his drink.
Another elder man sat at the counter, his finger traced the rim of his cup, he seemed to shake his thoughts out of his head and he took one last gulp from the mug and pulled out a dollar bill leaving it on the counter as he left.
The bell chimed as the door opened and closed.
A lonely drenched twenty-something women stood near the door watching for the taxi she had called over thirty minutes ago to come and get her, occasionally she would wipe a tear that bravely fell from her eye, her date had left her there over an hour ago.
The bell chimed once again and a mid-aged man stepped in, he nodded his head to the young women taking his cowboy hat off, he shook his jacket off a bit getting rid of the unnecessary water, he glanced around the diner before walking over to a booth, he took a seat his cowboy hat placed on the table and pushed off to the side.
A minute later a young blond stepped out from the back he made his way over to the new comer.
"What can I get you?" The man raised his head and stared at the young man,
"A coffee, and a piece of pie."
"Certainly, raspberry, apple, blueberry or pumpkin?" The younger man asked shifting his weight,
"Blueberry." The man nodded and walked off to the back.
The bell chimed again and the a honk was heard outside, the bell chimed again and a mid aged business man, if the business suit and briefcase was anything to go by, stood at the counter. The young man who took the order came out from the back carrying a plate and a pot of coffee and the mug, he poured the cowboy a mug of coffee
"Enjoy." and walked over to the counter, he and other business man spoke in hushed tones before the young waiter boy poured the man a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup and the man threw some money onto the counter and went on his way.
The bell chimed again.
The cowboy like man finished his pie the sound the fork scrapping the extra goodiness off the dish echoed in the quiet diner, soft whimsical notes came from the radio. The man took a drink from his coffee, making a face, he was never a man to drink coffee. He grabbed a creamer cup from the pyramid of them that sat on a small plate, amusing himself as he poured three or four of them into the dark liquid turning it to a light brown colour, the sugar came next spoon full after spoonful was added, before the man got bored and pushed his cup away. He eyes followed the young busboy as he wiped the counter off. Sighing the man stood up from his booth and walked over to the counter he sat on one of the stools and waited for the man to come over to him.
The young man tried to avoid the man for as long as he could before he finally ended up in front of him, placing the damp cloth aside he placed his hands on the counter and met the man's gaze.
"Should have known someone would find me eventually." He scoffed slightly, he gaze landed on the biker man and watched the scary large man nodded to him as he left the diner, the bus boy walked over the previously occupied table and cleaned it off as the sound of the motorbike came to life outside before it screamed off into the night.
He returned to the counter and found the cowboy still sitting there watching him.
"Okay fine I'll bite, how did you find me?" The cowboy shrugged
"Doesn't matter. People are worried about you." The man scoffed and glared.
"It's been three damn years, I could be dead and nobody would give a shit. Hell most of them probably thought I was dead." The man said slamming his fisted hands against the counter,
"Everyone has been worried sick, hate to tell you this but there are people that care about you."
"Right, which is why it took three years for someone to find me? Right?" The man scoffed and grabbed the cloth again choosing to scrub that counter viciously instead of facing the issue at hand.
"Just leave."
"Bu-"
"Leave."
"Mike-"
"LEAVE!" the two glared at each other before the man finally stood and nodded, he grabbed his hat and walked to the door, he turned back and glanced at the young man, who had his head down glaring at the counter as he uselessly wiped at the already cleaned counter, before placing his hat on his head and left.
The bell above the door chimed.
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So I'm done school for the summer. I have to write an english provinical tomorrow, and a math provincial next week, but other than that I am done. *claps happily*
I hope you all forgive me for the long wait but I wanted to wait until I finished school before I started this. That way I can update more frequently.
Cheers.