Chapter 2 Horror express
Rey wasn't sure when he had passed that point from sane to insane all he knew was he liked it. Liked it far more than he should have. After work he made his way back to the locker room, everyone greeted him kindly. Why wouldn't they? Rey Mysterio wasn't a bad guy, he was the nicest guy ever. All the guys were talking about the usual, women. Rey had never joined in on their talk because mainly up until right now, he hadn't had anything juicy to share. Not that he would share this with anyone, it would be too dangerous.
"Rey you joining us tonight at the bar?" John Cena asked nicely, he was the only one to still invite him out these days. They all tried to leave him alone after what he had been through. Rey pondered the invite for a moment, he wasn't sure why but John had irked him.
"Sure" Rey shrugged quickly putting his stuff in his locker. He tried very hard not to get irked by John but it was hard. John was untouchable, he was on the list. That didn't matter much to Rey, it wasn't as though the list was a long one.
"Your actually going to join us?" Alberto Del Rio asked in shock, it was no secret he didn't like Rey. Apparently when your chained to a pole and pumped with drugs by a psychotic mad-woman who held the flamethrower you were meant to man up and power through it. Rey just ignored that theory, if he was the one held by the Butcher it would be a way different story and Rey knew it.
"Yeah I could use a drink or two"
"Thats the spirit Rey!" John cheered looping an arm around his neck. "And who knows maybe we can get you laid"
Been there, done that
"Women aren't interested in mexican midgets" Alberto mocked again. "They like power and money"
"And if they liked complete wankers then you would be a shoe in" Rey snapped heading out of the room. Blood boiling in his veins.
As soon as he got to the bar Rey downed two shots of tequila, the buzz and alcohol made this bar perfect for him. He sat at the bar thinking of what to do next and more importantly how to do it. A large hand rested on his shoulder, a booming voice pericing through him.
"Hey Rey-Rey!"
Rey turned slightly and instantly a smile stuck on his face. "Hey Book-man! Long time no see!"
Booker T took a seat next to him, his dark skin seemed to almost shine in the dim lights.
"How have you been?" Booker asked ordering another round for himself and Rey.
"Not bad but not good either" Rey laughed making Booker laugh too, clearly he didn't get the joke. "What about you?"
"Pretty much the same" Booker shrugged. "We so have to catch up!"
"That we do Book-man. That we do" Rey grinned trying to keep his sadistic grin to himself.
The two men sat for almost four hours drinking and talking about all sorts of various unimportant crap. Rey decided to call it a night at about half past twelve, they were a little drunk. Well at least Booker was, Rey had stopped drinking a while ago. Booker was going to drive drunk back to his hotel suite until Rey stopped him, drunk driving wasn't something he approved of. Go figure.
"Another beer?" Booker slurred slightly as he stumbled inside Rey's front door.
"Oh yeah!" Rey hollered loudly hoping he didn't wake anybody up.
They started talking again when Booker bought up a subject Rey never thought he would. The Butcher.
"I heard he was insane" His eyes widened like a teenager hearing something shocking. "Completely nuts"
Rey shook his head "Nah she wasn't nuts she was just...unhinged slightly"
"Slightly?" Booker laughed "He attached a car battery to a guys nipples and watched his heart explode out of his chest. Rey could never forget the screams of Justin Gabriel, they helped him sleep at night. "And he repeatedly smashed a guys face in with a rock to the point that we only knew it was Miz due to before and after shots of him sent by the butcher"
Rey laughed at that blaming the drunked haze, that was pure classic Butcher right there.
"I have to admit the scariest thing about the Butcher was that no one survived the murderous reign of terror he bought." Booker said thoughtfully, it was true Butcher was never caught and most people didn't even know that Butcher was actually female and not male.
"There was one survivor" Rey said softly slowly drawing a hunting knife "One person that survived her reign of murder"
"Who?" Booker lent forward clearly interested.
"Me" Rey said evenly before thrusting the sharp knife right in his throat. Booker coughed and spluttered, the knife not killing him instantly but instead making him choke in his own blood. Rolling his eyes annoyed, Rey grabbed another knife and stabbed him in the eye, right down to the brain. Booker gave one last sudden death gasp before falling back on the couch. Rey just smiled taking his knives back and licking the blood off. Just looking at the dead coprse of his friend Rey slowly went back to the dark place inside him. Grabbing his knife again he stabbed Booker endlessly until almost the entire area was covered in dark blood. He just laughed softly as he became more and more unreconizable. Rey wasn't the Butcher, no he was worse than that, he was a monster. A monster with nothing left to lose.
