A/N 1-This story is dedicated to my bestest friend on here, JayLee(HashtagHeel101) Simply because she's so sweet and I love her to death and she means a lot to me. I had wanted to write something for her but since my brain didn't come up with any new ideas, I'm dedicating this to her. Hope she and all of you'd enjoy the story.
A/N 2- Hello guys, I hope you are not angry with me for taking so long. Life has been pretty crazy. Some situations kept me from updating this. I apologize to each and every one of you for taking so long.
Warnings- Slash M/M
Disclaimer- Last time I checked I owned none of these guys, nothing has changed within these few days.
Chapter- 2/3
Randy keeps staring at the monitors, which are connected to the surveillance cameras inside the cell rooms. His eyes are fixated upon the reflection of the man, who's sleeping without any movement. John Cena a notorious robber, well known for many robberies he pulled off single-handedly, well-known for the con work he has done for the past few years. It took him only a few months to bring him in.
Randy doesn't understand how it came to this, them developing a some sort of relationship...Fuck. He hates these criminals, he's only there to catch them and lock them up for many years, or finish them off permanently. Cena is one of those criminals, who he loathes a lot, but why does it feel so wrong to hurt him? He feels as if he went over the limit last time he visited Cena. He hasn't gone to the holding room for the past few days. His co workers have looked at him with questions, especially the young Rhodes has hinted him that he's gone soft.
No matter how hard he tries to deny it, he knows he has gone easy on the other man. Hell, he has even let him be for the past few days. He hasn't done it with any other criminal, but he hasn't hurt any criminal the way he has hurt Cena either. He's a sadistic man, he's well aware of that fact. He thrives on causing other people pain, especially to criminals, but Cena is different, though he doesn't want to admit it, he knows it's the truth.
He hates these unknown feelings. Somewhere along the way he has allowed himself to feel. Cena has wiggled his way into his heart. Well fuck that. He's not going to allow that to happen. Whatever these feelings are he's going to kill them. He's going to do everything in his power to get a confession out of him, he will go to any lengths to break the criminal, starting from tonight.
"He's an innocent looking bastard, isn't he?"
He snaps out of his thoughts to see Rhodes standing right behind him, sipping his coffee from his cup. Randy doesn't feel like talking with the young officer, it must be obvious on his face, because Rhodes doesn't say anything. The young officer is staring at the monitor, his eyes also glued at John, for some reason this unnerves Randy, but he doesn't voice it openly.
"What's your point?"
"My point is, we can't do anything to him unless somebody comes forward.''
Randy stares at Rhodes, what the fuck is he talking about?
"What do you mean Cody? There are many people who he robbed from. Those people will probably come forward." He's unable to keep his confusion out of his voice.
"Nobody has come forward so far Randy. I don't know man, it's weird. We even informed them, but they are not going to testify against him."
Randy's unable to come up with any sort of explanation, therefore he stands up from the chair and starts to pace around the small room. What has he missed?
"He's obviously powerful than he shows Randy, he's got some friends in high places. Fucking criminals." Cody shakes his head, crushing the coffee cup in anger, his eyes full of rage. "We catch these bastards and only to let them go? We should probably finish them off without bringing them in."
"You're wrong Mr. Rhodes"
They both turn around as they hear the grave voice.
"Mark." Randy greets his chief commonly known as 'The Undertaker' inside the department as well as among most criminals. Cody nods in acknowledgement.
"What the hell. I mean what do you mean by that Sir? Cody manages to ask Mark in a respectful manner, which Randy is sure, must be the most difficult thing for the young Rhodes to do.
"Some guys came forward" Mark says in his usual serious voice, his eyes steady on Randy. Cody smiles in satisfaction. Finally, they are going to lock him up for good. He nudges Randy on the shoulder, smirking. Randy doesn't feel happy, he should be feeling good about the turn of events, but sending John to prison for many years doesn't sound appealing or pleasurable as he had felt in the beginning. What the fuck? When did he become John? Everything is becoming too confusing for him.
"What are these guys saying?"
"These guys are going to testify in his favor."
Silence follows through the room for a while. The room holds a quietness and a calmness before a storm. Randy is clearly confused and at the same time having a nagging feeling that there's more to come, which he feels might not be something he wants to know.
"He has helped these people. It's not one or two people. Fifty, Sixty people have come forward and they are all claiming him to be the most generous guy on earth. The people he robbed from are more or less associated with crimes and they are not willing to gain more attention by testifying against him. This kid is apparently, a modern-day Robin Hood. He has stolen from all the richer guys and given…"
He feels the room become warm, making it extremely hard to breath. A knot tightens in his chest, strangling his heart. No, it can't .No. John is a criminal. He wishes it's true. He wishes he never heard of this news. Randy feels guilt eating him alive. He backs away from both men, in a daze, his heart racing hundred miles per seconds; he keeps backing away, until he hits the cold end of the wall.
Cody comes forward with worry in his eyes, but Randy doesn't want comfort now, he feels like shit.
"Orton..." Mark calls out his name. "What did you do? "
"It's not true. It can't be" He mumbles, shaking slightly. "I hurt him… I… He hates me" He can't say a word than that, the words doesn't come out.
Oh god. What has he done? He covers his face with both hands mumbling to himself. His whole body become's stiff, a tremor runs through his veins. His heart starts to ache, remembering every cruel thing he did to the other man. How did he miss the important signs? The worn out clothes, the non expensive apartment. John hasn't used a penny for his own wellbeing.
It doesn't take a lot of time for Mark to get it; Mark understands everything Randy is telling, unlike Rhodes who's watching Randy with frown. He doesn't get what Randy means at all.
"Come on dude, who cares if he hates you or not. He'll never tell anyone if you had hurt him, I'll roughen him up a bit…" Randy grabs his shirt, with such fury in his eyes; it makes Cody back away, immediately.
"You'll never hurt John" He growls at Cody.
Cody's eyes widens, in fear and anger.
"What the hell man? You act like you love him or something." Randy doesn't hear it, he's frozen by what he sees now.
"Why isn't he moving?"
Both Mark and Cody shift their gazes to the tv monitor where it shows the cell. They see what he tries to tell, the other man is not moving at all. Randy turns around and speeds off from the room, Cody tries to run behind him, but Mark holds him back.
"Let him go" Cody nods reluctantly; unable to go against The Undertaker.
XxXxX
Randy slams the door open and takes fast steps inside to the holding sell, he half expects John to be standing there with those ocean blue eyes, but to his dismay he finds John on the small cell bed, exactly as he saw him on the surveillance footage. The man is laying on the bed, obviously in a lot of pain, his cuffed hands holding tightly onto his left side of the stomach.
The cuffs are dug deep into his flesh. He can see the dried blood that has dripped from the bruised flesh. Randy immediately takes his keys and uncuffs John. John's both wrists have taken an ugly color of purple. The cuffs have done the damage. He feels a lump in his throat and a sting in his eyes. He remembers that he never uncuffed John for the past days. What kind of man is he? He can only imagine the pain John must have felt.
"J...John?" He says that name with so much affection, it even surprises him.
"John, come on?" He doesn't know what these feelings are. The unknown feelings floats around him.
John doesn't wake up; even his chest is barely rising and falling. He brings a hand to John's forehead and gasps. The other man is burning. Fear grips on him, and he pulls on John's arm, but John is still dead to the world. Why isn't he waking up? He leans forward and kisses John on the lips demanding, pleading, begging him to wake up. Come on. Come on. Please wake up John. Relief washes over him as the other man stirs and opens his eyes, revealing the Ocean blues.
"I'm here John, I'll take care…"
"I can't…" Orton frowns at John's sluggish voice. What is he trying to say?
I can't…I'm sore as hell…Please..." John's voice trails off and it's everything he does to stop a tear in his eyes.
It takes a good few seconds for Randy to finally realize what John is trying to say. Does John think he's going to force himself on him? The words pierces through Randy's soul, breaking it to pieces.
He grips John's hand and shakes his head furiously; he feels as if somebody has thrown acid at him. Hell, it would be so much better than what he's feeling now. It's not only the guilt, there's a pain in his heart not caused by the guilt. It's something more. He finally realizes why he had come over and over to this holding cell, maybe he didn't realize it at that time, but he truly has fallen in love with this man. How did he become so cruel to this man? How many times has he tortured John? Is he such a soulless monster?
"I'm tired...I don't think I'll survive another round...Please let me be." John hates how week he sounds. He never liked to admit that he's week or helpless, but now the words comes automatically. He has never pleaded in his life, but now it's the only thing he can do. He tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes for a moment, before opening them again. Who is he kidding? it would never stop Randy from hurting him.
"Just get it done with Randy" He whispers brokenly and waits for the other man to strike.
A pain flares through Randy's chest, adding to his already hurting soul. John truly believes he's going to hurt him. Why shouldn't he? After all he always hurt him. He never gave him a reason to believe otherwise. His eyes starts to burn. " I'm not going to hurt you. I'm fucking sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know...Please forgive me…" He looks up at John's pale face, has he really broken this wonderful man? John has never pleaded with him, not even once.
John blinks hard trying to fight the tears as well as the thick fog. Why is Randy being so nice? Is he really apologizing? Why isn't he having his way with him? Is this a game? Thought after thought enters his mind, but he's too tired to process them through his mind and come to a conclusion.
He's a tough man, all the circumstances he's been through has made him tough and strong. However, now all he feels is, the agony and the burning sensations in his body, and then there is this man, who has tortured him for the last couple of days, who he has loved, and trusted on his life, only to be betrayed and stabbed. He still loves the kid. He never admitted it to Randy, but if this is the last breath he takes he wants Randy to know.
"R...Randy... I love you... loved you since..." He coughs hard, his throat is fully dry, god knows he hasn't drunk anything for the last few days. "Loved you since I met you at that bar..." He coughs again and tears escapes his eyes as his body screams in agony.
Randy's heart races as he watches the man utter the three words, the three words he never had the courage to admit. Tears falls from his eyes as he notices John's love for the first time. Even after everything he has done to the man, he still loves him.
John brings his hand with grave difficulty and caresses Randy's cheek, a slight smile crosses his lips. He wishes everything is different with them. He's got a lot to say, but his vision blurs and a sudden coldness surrounds him.
Randy frowns at John's smiling face, he doesn't like that smile.
"John" He calls the other mans name.
John tries to stay up, to talk with Randy, but the more he tries to see through Randy the more his vision blurs and coldness sweeps over him.
"John, we're going to the hospital" He hears Randy's voice in a distance and then everything becomes quiet as he falls into a world of darkness.
Randy panics as John's eyes closes and head drops to the side, he's terrified of John's wellbeing. He tugs on John's arm. "Come on John. Wake up. I love you too." He pulls on John's arm hoping he would wake at any minute. "Come on damnit. Don't do this to me...John please... "
He touches John's cheek lovingly, hoping it would awaken the other man, but it doesn't have any affect on him. Sweat is dripping down from John's forehead. For the first time in his life Randy feels fear. Is he going to lose John? Is John going to die? The man looks pale, he looks like a dying man. Is this his punishment?
Randy tries to lift John up and cringes as he spots the bruises and the dried blood. He knows he did a great number on the man, but he never thought it's this bad. Randy can see the nail marks on John's chest through the loose shirt. His abdomen is full of bruises, the proof of the abuse he has suffered at his hands. Then he notices the wound, which has completely soaked John's shirt with blood. He stares at the wound. Why didn't he notice this last time? It sickens him to his core as it clicks. Every time he visited John, he only focused on his needs. He didn't even care about the other man's physical well being. He lightly caress' John's stomach around the wound.
"I did this to you, how could I?"
He tries to forget it for the time being as he knows guilt will not help John. He needs to get John to a hospital. Then, he sights the cut near John's left eye, the blood is dried now, and just like that the guilt comes crawling back at him. It reminds him of the beat downs he gave the other man prior to the arrest and afterwards. He shakes his head trying to get the images out of his head.
He lifts John up and slings one of John's arms over his shoulders, making his limp, unconscious body steady. He's very careful not to hurt John in the process, though he's pretty much sure the man will not feel anything. As soon as he gets John's limp body out of the holding room he finds Cody and Mark outside. He glances at Mark, pleading him to let go of them.
"Mark...He needs.." His voice breaks. "He needs medical attention..."
Mark nods his head in permission, it's not like he could stop Orton from taking Cena to the hospital, even if he wants to, besides they can't hold him there for any longer. Since nobody is willing to testify against Cena, the best thing is to let him go.
"Thank you, Mark" Randy mumbles before taking John outside with Cody's help. It doesn't take him long to get John into a vehicle parked outside.
"Please, hang in there. I'm not going to lose you." He caresses John's face, before driving off to a hospital.
I changed a lot of stuff in the story. This is so much different from what I wrote at first. So guys, what did you think of this chapter? Did I handle Randy's guilt in a believable way? Or did it suck? If you liked it/didn't like it tell me in a review. And thank you guys for the reviews on the last chapter. In all honesty I didn't expect to get over 10 reviews, heck not even 6 reviews. So thank you. Also, thank you guys for adding this story to your favorites/alert lists. I'm glad you're enjoying this. There's only one more chapter left.
