(Thank you for your reviews and feedback. I am having so much fun writing this. Bray Wyatt is an interesting character.)

John starred at his phone, adrenaline causing his heart to feel it was pounding out of his chest. Years of suppressed feelings for Randy bubbled to the surface as his mind ran wild. Love, jealously, passion, lust, shame were all jumbled together as the unwanted emotions flooded him. Emotions he had thought were buried long ago.

"John, what's wrong?" Nikki's annoyance turned to worry as she studied her shaken boyfriend. "What happened?"

John blinked as he looked at her. He had forgotten she was even there. "Uh, just some trouble with Randy, Babe. Could I get a little privacy please?"

The diva nodded. She had no reason to doubt him. Nikki knew nothing of his past with the Viper or men in general. John had always been very discreet. Painfully so. "Sure, John. I'll go upstairs and relax. Come on up when you can." She gathered her robe and left after giving her boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.

John's hands shook as he tried to look up Randy's name under his contacts. In his mind he could see exactly what had happened to his friend and ex lover.

Randy was laying in the bed of a rusty blue pickup truck under a heavy tarp. His hands were bound in front of him with jute rope, a coarse rope made of vegetable fibers that cut into his wrists as he struggled and caused painful rope burns. His feet were bound as well and he was gagged with Luke Wyatt's red bandana tied between his lips. A flour sack covered the panicked man's head like a hood. He was being driven to an old shack in the middle of nowhere with no chance for escape. The familiar sound of dueling banjos could be heard playing like the soundtrack to a bad movie. Bray's laughter could be heard drifting through the night air. "Big Viper. Big bad Viper...in the end nothing but a little lost lamb himself. Don't worry. I will take care of you."

"Hello? John?" Randy's baritone on the other end of the phone stirred John from his nightmares. By this time John was so panicked he was beside himself.

"Ran, are you okay?" He screamed louder than he meant to.

"Damn, Cena. Take out my eardrum why don't you." Randy joked dryly. "Of course I'm okay."

"But I thought...wait, you're not tied up in the back of Bray's pickup truck?" John's heart began to calm as he talked.

"Bray's pickup truck?" Randy gave a rare hearty laugh as he was resting on his bus. "John, what the hell have you been watching? Deliverance? I doubt Bray even owns a truck. He uses a rental same as the other new guys."

John felt a little foolish for overreacting as he sat down in his chair. "Well, I did hear banjos." He admitted sheepishly.

"Banjos? Fucking banjos?" Randy was laughing so hard his side hurt. "You and your imagination, Johnny." His laughter suddenly faded as he grew thoughtful. "But now that we're talking about Bray Wyatt...I may have given him your cell phone number."

"Why did you do that, Ran? That guy is a nut job even out of the ring. He called here saying all kinds of shit and ruined my day off." John paused a moment. "Wait, you said you needed help?"

"Sorry, John. Bray invited me out for drinks one night after a show. He seemed like a cool guy. He kept asking for your number and after a few drinks it just slipped out." Randy's tone sounded guilty. "I don't even remember how I got back to my hotel room that night." There was an awkward pause. "That's why I need help, Man. Only you can help me when I get this way. I've been reverting back, Johnny. I don't know why it happened...Everything's was going great for me. I just started having nightmares then this urge to drink all the time and...self destructive feelings. Depression maybe I don't know. I'm afraid to be alone for long." His normally cocky voice shook. "I'm afraid I'll shoot my brains out."

"Ran, I don't know what to say." John swallowed hard, trying to will away the pain in the pit of his stomach. "Did you tell Bray about St. Louis?"

"Yes." The younger man's answer came out in a choked whisper. "You know I don't talk about the past to our coworkers, John. I'm not like that. As I said, something's wrong with me. I had dreams about...killing Nikki so we...so we could be together. I swear, Johnny, that's not me! I just want you to be happy. I like Nikki." John was shocked to hear the soft sound of Randy crying. "God, I belong in a mental hospital. I feel like I'm possessed."

"Randy, I want you to stay the hell away from Bray Wyatt. I can't prove it but he is one messed up guy. He told me on the phone that the voices you are hearing in your head are from him. He is a master manipulator or some shit. Leave him alone and no drinking for awhile. Alcohol and depression don't mix. And maybe see a therapist." John tried to stay calm even though he was freaking out inside.

"And tell them what, John? That I'm having thoughts of ending it all? Thoughts of killing my best friend's girl...even fucking him against the wall after until he passes out if he wants it or not?"

John did not know if he felt more aroused or scared of Randy's ramblings. This was the first time the Viper had admitted sexual urges for him since their unofficial break up. "Wait, you think about raping me?"

"Yes! No! I don't know!" Randy bent forward to run a hand over his cropped head. "I told you I'm fucking losing my mind! This is worse than when I was on the pills! I just have all these...feelings. I thought I had my temper under control."

"Just relax, Randy. I'll meet up with you as soon as I can. I'm at my place right now and Nikki is waiting on me. Hang in there, Buddy." John felt terrible but did not know what else to do or say at the moment.

"Yeah,okay. Catch you later, Cena." Randy hung up the phone feeling sick. He could not believe he had confessed all to John. It was like his mouth had lost any filter it once had. A vision flashed through his mind so strong it took his breath away. It was the same one that seemed to haunt him at every turn. Except this time he was wide awake.

Randy stood in the master bedroom of John's home. He held a hand gun, his chest heaving as he panted. Nikki lay silent on the bed, her eyes wide open, starring at the ceiling with blood running from the fatal wound to her head.

"Randy! What the hell have you done!" John ran into the room, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. "Nikki!"

Randy grabbed John as he moved to check on his girlfriend's lifeless body. "She's gone, John. You have no one but me now." With a strength he did not know he possessed, Randy shoved the grieving older man against the wall. He held the gun to John's head as he quickly stripped them both. "Watch her while I fuck you." The maniacal laugh the Viper was known for in the ring filled the room as he pushed inside his friend with one thrust. "One last fuck for the road, Johnny. One last fuck and I'll send us both to hell."

"No! Nooooo!" Randy shook his head as he ran to his small bathroom to be sick. He was going insane and there was nothing he could do about it. Only one man could save him now before he hurt himself or others. He knew what he had to do.

John enjoyed a nice evening with Nikki and tried to forget all the earlier drama. They were watching a movie together after a hot round of sex when his phone went off again. Looking, John sighed to see it was from Bray Wyatt. That man was really starting to get to him. John almost dropped his phone when he read the message. #He still has the ring. Ask him. It never leaves his side.# Randy still had the ring? What else had he confessed to Bray? John had a feeling he was in for a long ride and he and Randy would be going wherever Bray chose to drive them. Quite possibly to hell.