Okay, so I wanted to wait until the Royal Rumble or next Raw to see where this story line is going before writing next chapter but at the end I couldn't help it. If I waited, I probably wouldn't have written this chapter as I had it in my mind so here goes nothing. Enjoy and thank you very much for the great reviews ;)

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He woke up startled to the sound of a distant horn drilling into his mind; his body automatically jerking up and waking from the deep slumber it has been submerged into as his hands curled tightly around the steering wheel of his rental car.

For a couple of seconds he was disoriented, the notions of time and space were distorted in his mind ad it wasn't until the first rays of light hit him full force in the face that an idea of what was going on and how he ended up passing out in his car started to settle in.

Kane…

Last night after fleeing from the hospital, he has been resolved on finding the Big Red Machine and making him pay for the hell he unleashed on him and Zack.

He made a couple of calls; none of them were able to help him locate the man so he started to make a search of his own. He roamed the hotel, he tried to bribe the front desk clerk to tell him if there was a Kane registered in and when that proved to be ineffective, he went out to the street to find him.

It has been the gym first, then a couple of restaurants and at last the local bars… what he still didn't have clear was how come that he ended sitting in stool ordering drink after drink after drink…

Lifting a hand in the air and running it down his face, Cena cleared his throat and made to start the car. He wasn't sure of what time was it but he knew it was time to move on and make it out of wherever the hell he was.

But before he could even reach for the keys that were hanging from the ignition, his phone started to ring.

Picking it up and glancing briefly at the hour, the former champion answered with a low groan that he had to wrestle out of his throat. "Hello."

"Have you embraced it yet, John? Have you allowed the hate to flow from your guts and reach up to your heart?"

Recognizing the voice and gripping the phone as hard as he could, John snarled his lips as a new wave of anger hit him like a bolt of lightning.

It was Kane, the one man he wanted to find more than anything else in the world. God, if he could only lay his hands on him…

"How did you get this number?"

The man at the other side laughed. "Maybe I took certain Long Island resident's phone and called you. For some reason he left it behind at the arena last night."

"That's bull crap; tell me where did you get it?" He asked knowing he wasn't calling from Zack's phone because the number did not register in his iPhone.

"Why don't you come to me and ask me in person, I'll be more than happy to answer all of your questions."

"Oh, just tell me where you are and trust me, you won't be in the mood of answering anything once my foot is in your mouth."

Kane laughed again and at the eerie sound John started to sear. "I'll give you a hint. Look up…"

Unable to help it, John's blue eyes looked up and through his window he saw the hospital he visited last night. He didn't recall making it back there but apparently he did.

"I'm standing in a white room and there is a sleeping internet sensation or may I say, a man with a broke back…"

Before Kane could finish talking, John opened the door of the car, jumped out and started to run. He left his phone forgotten in the seat or it probably rolled down to the street; he wasn't really sure, all he knew was that he had to make it to Zack's room.

So he ran blindly, making it into the lobby and taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Once at the floor, he moved with an ease that he wouldn't have believed ten minutes ago and after what he catalogued as an eternity, he burst into Zack's hospital room.

What he saw inside made him halt, his lips pursing into a thin line and his eyes blinking one and then two times.

"Hey bro, I thought you were not going to show up." Zack said with a forced smile as he looked up to the older man from his spot.

He was sitting in the bed, looking pale and a little banged up but not too bad for a man with a broken back. He even had a tray of food in his lap and apparently, before he got there he has been eating from it.

There was no sign of Kane that he could see.

Ah, but Eve was with him, sitting in the same chair he has seen her in last night and wearing the same clothes and the same heated expression in her eyes. She didn't seem happy to see him back there…

Shaking his head and looking back at Zack, John puffed out a breath. "Yeah, I came to see how you were doing."

Wincing, Zack looked at Eve briefly before looking back at him. "I've been better, but don't worry bro, because in no time I'll be fist pumping Kane's ugly face…"

"No fist pumping for a while, Zack; you need to get better first." Eve said almost tenderly but looking at John and at that John squinted his eyes.

"I know, I know." The younger man said after taking a long sigh.

"So how's your… back?" John asked, wanting to get an update on it because really, he didn't look like a man with a broken back would.

Not that he was a doctor or anything, but still…

"Herniated disk, but I'll…"

"Oh really?" John said, interrupting him. "I talked to Eve here last night and she told me you had a broken back." He said reproachfully because after those words, he had gone through a personal hell.

He has been in a bad guilty trip about it all and if there was anyone responsible for that, it was the damn woman.

"That was what the doctors said at first, I didn't make it up." She said, her green eyes lighting up as she looked defiantly at him.

"Are you serious? No… no broken back… can I ask for a favor, John?"

"Sure, just ask and I'll do it." He said without thinking as he walked to the bed.

"Eve has been here all night long, she hasn't sleep at all and I was wondering if you could take her back to the hotel for-"

"I'm fine; I don't need to go to the hotel." She said through clenched teeth.

At those words, John tilted his head to the side and took a long look at her as she and Zack engaged in a soft argument of why she should let John take her to the hotel.

She really looked as if she needed a good rest but he wasn't eager of being the one to take her out of the hospital… not after what happened the previous night.

To that moment, he still couldn't explain what got over him. He wasn't the kind that allowed his anger to take him to those levels and somehow he ended up doing something he hadn't done before in his life, he forced himself to a woman.

Sure, it has been only a kiss, but it was still a forced kiss.

"Well then I'll take a taxi, we don't need to worry John with this."

"Are you crazy? With Kane on the loose out there? No, I don't want him to get you alone, the man is a psycho and who knows what he'll do to you."

"He's right." John said flatly. Maybe escorting Eve safely back to her room would be a good way to redeem himself after their last encounter.

He could even apologize once again.

At that, Eve shook her head but she did it absent mindedly; as if she was thinking it over.

"I'll just drop you there, make sure everything is alright and that's it." He said, trying to convince her that he wasn't planning on anything funny because he wasn't.

"I don't have a room; I was supposed to take a flight back home last night."

"I'll let you stay in mine; just as long as you check it out this same afternoon."

"See, everything is settled…" Zack started to say and John mumbled something about waiting for Eve down in his car.

With that settled, he walked down, looking everywhere he could in case Kane would show up out of nowhere. He knew he had to be around, after all how else did he know he has been outside in his car?

He had to be watching them… and for that reason he remained standing outside the car, a silent dare to make Kane come over him.

Thing that never happened of course and his only accomplishment of standing there was that he spotted his phone between his car and the sidewalk.

Eve walked out about fifteen minutes after him and made it straight towards John's car. She got in without speaking and it wasn't until they were halfway through that she decided to talk.

"Don't tell Zack about last night." She said, her tone coming off as petulant and with a hint of anger.

"Yeah, about that-" He started to say, ready to apologize.

"I don't want to hear it; just don't tell Zack about it and I won't mention it either."

Snorting bitterly and looking at her briefly, John shook his head. For some reason, the fact that she was ordering him not to say a thing bothered him to no end. Maybe it was because of his current mood or because his nerves where on edges and at the point of breaking; he wasn't sure, but that her words irked him there was no doubt.

"And what is it what you don't want me to tell him, that I kissed you or that you ended up kissing me back?"

Tilting her head towards him and piercing him with the intensity of her green eyes, Eve pursed her lips. "Zack idolizes you; for some reason he thinks you are the best thing that walks around so if you really care if it's only the sightless bit about him, you won't tell him."

Ah, guilt again… sweeping him inside out with its poisonous claws.

Nodding and remaining silent, John kept driving; his mind running a thousand miles per second as Eve sat by his side.

"God, I don't even know how you showed up to him reeking of booze and wearing the same thing you wore last night." She mumbled loud enough for him to listen. "The best thing you could ever do is leave him alone."

Clenching his jaw as hard as he could, John swallowed down. No, he wasn't going to answer back; he only needed to make it to the hotel, get her into his room and move on.

Fortunately, it wasn't a long drive and before he could lose it once again, they were already in his room.

Eve went directly into his bathroom to take a shower and John started to pick his things to pack them. It wasn't an arduous job because he didn't even spend the night in so he never properly unpacked. So once that was done, he walked to the sink that stood outside the bathroom and washed his face and his mouth.

He also needed a fresh change of clothes so taking the opportunity that Eve was in the shower, he took off his shirt.

Who knew, if Eve was quick about her shower he could even take one himself.

Shrugging and throwing his used shirt into his suitcase, John bent down to pick another one, but before he was able to do it, his phone started to ring.

Tensing up but immediately getting back to his feet to answer his phone, John closed his hand into an angry fist. "What is it now?" He answered in a bark because he knew who it was.

"What would your beloved Zack Ryder think if he knew you and his girlfriend are together in your hotel room?"

"Why don't you cut the crap and tell me where you are?"

"Why don't you ask the girlfriend, maybe she was the one who called me from her shower and told me where you were." With that, Kane hung up the phone.

Blinded with a new wave of rage, John threw his phone against a wall and saw it fall to the floor shattered. Afterwards he started to pace back and forth around his room. What was Kane talking about? Eve… why would she?

Shaking his head but his mind invaded with wild thoughts, John turned around and walked to the door of the bathroom before opening it up with a bang.

"Get out, now." He commanded, his voice leaving no doubt that he meant business.

Eve didn't say anything, the only sound was that of the shower running and that only rose more suspicious on John's part.

"I said get out!"

At that, Eve's head peeked out and she started directly at him. "I'm taking a shower, why don't you-"

Not minding her, John threw a towel her way and repeated once again. "Get out."

Blinking rapidly and disappearing behind the curtain, Eve turned off the shower and stepped out with the towel around her soaking body.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, John; but if you think you can-what are you doing?" She yelped when John grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look up into his eyes.

"Where is your phone?" He asked through clenched teeth as his eyes delved critically into her own.

"Are you crazy?" She spat indignantly, trying to push his hand away.

But John was stronger than her, plus the factor anger was making him have the upper hand so he just tightened his hold on her and pushed her back against the wall.

"Have you been calling him? Answer me." He hissed, his hand moving from her chin and settling around her neck.

He didn't hurt her though; he just curled his hand to her throat and kept her in place.

On her part, Eve looked at him dead in the eye. "Get your hands off of me."

"Where is your phone?" He asked again, looking down to her body and deciding that there was no way she had it on her. But maybe it was in the shower so he turned his head to the side and took a look in.

There was soap, shampoo and conditioner, but no phone.

"How did you call him?" He asked, pressing his body to hers and remembering how it easy it has been to kiss her last night.

He would only have to lower his face towards hers and cover her mouth with his.

Maybe she would struggle at first, but he was almost sure that with a little bit of persuasion, she would end kissing him back again and who's to say he would stop this time?

No, this time was different. This time he knew her to be the one that was feeding Kane with information. She was a traitor… and with the way she was looking at him he could tell she wouldn't put any kind of resistance to him

Maybe she even wanted it…

Forcing his thigh between her legs, he pressed even harder against her. Her body was there for him to claim, covered only by a thin wet towel that wasn't leaving much to his imagination… a little pull at it and it would come off.

She liked games, uh? Well he could play games too. "Tell me… Eve" He said as his hand moved down to her hip.

"Tell you what, John? I haven't called anyone! I don't even have my phone here, I left it at the arena last night with the rest of my things." She said pushing him away.

He moved easily, but as he stepped back she remained there, looking at him as her hands clutched tight at her towel.

He took another step back and ended up sitting in the closed lid of the toilet seat and once settled there he cradled his face into his hands and breathed out.

"I'm sorry; I don't know what's happening to me. I'm just…"

God he was losing it… Kane was making him lose it and he didn't know how to stop it… all he knew was that he wasn't acting like himself and that only meant that Kane was wining… and he was losing.