Chapter One

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,117
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. If I did, Paige would be Diva's champion.
Author's Note: I shouldn't be starting a new story, but I've had this idea for some time. It won't be too long. First WWE story.

Updated: November 4, 2014

WWE Hospital had many patients in the years that it was in session. Some patients were more memorable than others. The youngest patient was 21 years old. All the others were older. The patients couldn't just be anyone. The families had to be chosen, Vince McMahon built the facility. H passed down the business to his daughter and her husband, Stephanie and Hunter.

As a co-ed psychiatric, it held many males and females. A new patient was arriving that day. It was one of the most buzzing news in a while. He was said to be crazy, but really? Who wasn't?

Randall "Randy" Orton, a twenty-four year old was the new patient. His father admitted his son after Randy told him that he heard voices in his head. The voices were telling him to do things he didn't want to do. The voices didn't leave him alone. So his father admitted him so his son could get the help he needed.

Randy looked at the people around him, a scowl on his face. He did not want to be there. The voices were telling him that he was okay. That he didn't belong there. That he didn't need help.

A guy with a name tag that had Finley written on it, led him to his room. He watched the people as he walked by. He saw a five foot nothing man wearing a mask. Two big guys arm wrestling. Randy rolled his eyes and continued walking. He didn't care for these people. The voices were telling him that he was better than everyone in the hospital.

Randy heard screaming. He turned and saw a dual haired man hugging a pillow, calling it a briefcase. Another man was screaming, fighting against the male nurses, glaring at the dual haired man.

Finley stopped and told Randy that had arrived to his room. Randy nodded and entered the room. Half the rom was empty. The other had a few personal items. Finley left. Randy entered the room and watched his roommate. His roommate had blond hair to his shoulders, a smirk on his face as he watched the new arrival.

"Randall Orton. You must be my new roommate. I thought I was getting a scrawny loser," the blond commented.

"Randy. And you are?" Randy asked, as he glared at his roommate. The voices were telling him not to trust the other man.

"Adam Copeland but everyone, especially the ladies call me Edge," he responded, a smirk on his face.

Randy smirked. He liked the guy. He was an okay roommate. "What are you in for?"

"Wouldn't you like to know? It's lunchtime, stick with me, I'll show you who you should talk to and who you should stay away from," Edge told him.

Randy nodded as he followed Edge out of the room. They arrived to the area where many of the patients hung out. Edge took him to a table and they sat sown across each other.

"This is the lounge. We can hang out here, the cafeteria, or out back. It's a privilege. One bad move and it's taken from us," Edge explained.

Randy nodded.

"You see the guy in the corner?" Randy looked back and saw the guy with the mask from earlier. "That's Rey Mysterio. He never, and I mean never takes off the mask. The guy next to him s Steve Austin, also known as Stone Cold. He will swear at anyone. He was caught flicking off a three year old.

"Those group over there is the Rosebuds. They are led Adam Rose. They are always partying. If you're not one of them then you are a lemon, whatever that means. The guy with the pillow is Seth Rollins. He believes he has a briefcase with a contract. His friends are Dean Ambrose, the guy who is screaming. He thinks everyone is after him. And Roman Reigns, who thinks he is here to bring justice.

"Now we have John Cena. He thinks he is the face of this place. He is the best of the best. That guy over there is Daniel Bryan. He's always shouting yes. He is annoying. Jack Swagger, the all American male. Some of the foreigners are sitting there together, Lana, Rusev, Khali.

"We have Amy Dumas, but we call her Lita. She's the best female here in my opinion. Trish Stratus, Lita's roommate. She's okay. We have three pairs of siblings. Cody Rhodes, who calls himself Star Dust, and his older brother Dustin Runnels, Goldust, The male twins, Jimmy and Jey Uso. And the female twins Brie and Nikki Bella. We have one of the few couples, Phillip Brooks, CM Punk, and April Mendez, AJ Lee."

"How many people are here?" Randy questioned, as he tried to remember all the people. There were many. He didn't catch anyone. He just remembered some of the important ones, or who Edge said was important.

Edge grinned. "There are a lot I got told you the people who matter, Or they may matter. Now I have to tell you who is in and who is not."

Randy listened to Edge. He nodded and Edge told him who was worth it. Who he could hook up with. Who was a no, and who was worth it.

Randy looked out the window and that was when he saw her. He stopped Edge and asked him who it was, but when Edge turned, but there was no one there, Randy frowned, when he didn't see her. He turned his attention back to Edge, but he couldn't get the woman out of his mind.

Knight's Killer

Randy was looking at the women, but he didn't see her. He thought he hadn't seen her. He thought he imagined her, when he saw her again. She entered the cafeteria. The voices were shouting at him. Most were telling him to stay away. To not get near her. But one voice was telling him to get to her; to get to know her, to get close to her. But the voice was sinister. The voices wanted him to hurt her. And Randy felt the urge to listen to the voice.

She was talking to someone he remembered as Emma. He saw here smile. Randy felt himself smirk. He asked Edge who that was. He saw Edge frown.

"I don't think you should hang around her," Edge told the newest patient.

"Why not?"

"She's not really sane."

"Who is?"

"Fine, you're problem. I don't know a lot about her, but her name is Paige Knight."

Randy nodded. Paige Knight. He smirked as he looked at her. He could hear the voice in his head.

Soon the Knight will meet the Killer.