I like this one. Yeah, it's dark and has supernatural stuff but hey! It's so me!
Title: Play Things – Part 1
Summary: "I swear Phil, I'm not joking…" Mike's eyes twinkled with horror. "Please, Phil, believe me." "I don't believe a word coming out of your pretty mouth anymore, Mizanin." The coldness in his voice caused Mike's heart to shatter.
For: gameboycjp10.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
I knew I sounded crazy.
But I could see ghosts.
I could see vengeful ghosts only.
I knew I sounded like I had a psych 101 label on me but I didn't. I didn't know how could this happen but it had been all my life. I could see the vengeful ghosts that were greedy with revenge and ravenous with vengeance and I knew who they were after and it had been this way all my life.
Phil and I had split off after two months of dating.
And I had been dating John Cena.
John…
Got into a car accident.
Saw a million faces.
Broke me into pieces.
I watched him die, his baby blue eyes had closed off so quickly and there was that last breath of his on my face and I-I-I could remember everything…
Horrifying.
They'd never believe me if I said that I was seeing John.
They'd say that I was hallucinating.
But I knew that his body was real and his words were real and his eyes…his eyes…were the only thing that kept me sane right now.
It had been a year since John's accident.
And it was time to move on.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
"Don't do this to me, baby/you know that he's not good enough for you/I love you and I still do/why the hell are you doing this?"
My heart was battering with pain and agony and desolation.
John's voice in my head.
He'd never show himself except only at night.
I was safe now. Just his voice.
I saw Phil standing there, putting a book he halfway read into a locker and I could never understand why Phil loved those historical fictions so much but I shook my head and walked towards Phil.
"Hello!"
Phil twisted his head. "Oh look who's there…isn't it, Mike Mizanin?" his voice was cold and I knew that he was still bitching about what happened too long ago.
"Get away from him, Mike."
His voice was dripping with honey and cream, irresistible mixtures of his voice.
"What you doing, Phil?" I poked my head in his locker and he pushed me off but I still managed to keep a smile on my face. I always had this too much hyped up feeling. "Ooh, someone's secretive."
He shot me a glare. "What do you want, Mizanin?"
"Nothing…"
"Then get away," Phil snapped at me.
"Get away from him, Mike. He won't love you."
"You know, it's been more than a year since that…why can't you move on?"
Phil stared at me before his eyes filled with rage. "Because you fucking act like we've never dated! You act like I haven't memorized every inch of your body! It's like you never loved me! So why should I pretend to care when you don't? Run off to Cena, Mike."
"Leave, Mike."
I frowned at him. "Phil, it's been more than a year. You know that I care. I just…"
"Get away."
That time, I obeyed his wishes and walked away.
—John Cena
He was mine.
Phil fucking Brooks should know that.
Mike Mizanin was mine.
He shouldn't think about him this way.
I won't let him touch my Mike ever again.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
He kept on telling me those words.
"Phil will never love you/don't waste your time with him."
There was still this hint of a feeling I had for Mike.
If I didn't have anything for him, I wouldn't be sitting on my bed, crying over what he said. But then, as I walked into the middle of the room, my mind was exploding when John had said those words.
He appeared in front of me.
Same eyes.
Same face.
Same body.
So pale.
"If he dares insult you again/I swear I'll kill him."
—John Cena
And when I saw him insult my Mike again, I couldn't take it anymore.
Most people only joke when they say 'I'll kill him' but I didn't joke. I took the knife and slowly approached Phil, who was standing there, cutting a carrot and eating a few bites so quickly and he couldn't feel my presence…
He deserved to die.
No one insulted my Mike.
No one hurt my Mike.
That was just the fact.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
"Wake up!"
The only thing that shook me awake was John Morrison and he stared at me with those horrified, wide eyes.
"W-what?" I whispered, rubbing my eyelids out.
I hated John Morrison with a passion.
But he saw these things too.
I didn't know how he could but he did.
I saw vengeful ghosts and he'd helped child ghosts instead. That was why we formed the Tag Team but then we just started to break into pieces and that was just it. It wasn't meant to be.
But if he was here—
"You remember Allison?"
I nodded my head. "Allie is John's niece…"
"She told me that John was gonna kill Phil…can you imagine how obsessed John is with you? He's attached to you! He doesn't wanna let you go! Can't imagine why-"
With that, I was already out the door.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
"Phil…don't hang up."
"What do you want, Mizanin?"
"I know this is gonna sound crazy but I can see ghosts and remember that John's dead and-and-dammit, he wants to kill you!"
"Ha, ha, I'm laughing my ass off. Get a better joke."
"PHIL! I'm fucking serious!"
"I totally believe you." Dry. Too dry and bitter.
"Phil…"
"Call me when you have a better joke."
"I swear Phil, I'm not joking…" I could feel the horror that burned to the core of my eyes. "Please, Phil, believe me."
"I don't believe a word coming out of your pretty mouth anymore, Mizanin." The coldness in his voice caused my heart to shatter.
"…Phil…"
"Get a better joke-!"
All I could remember was my car slamming into a tree and lots of blood and I thought I could see glass with hot sticky blood dripping and-and-
Nothing.
—Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
Phil.
I had to reach Phil.
My body was aching and my head was spinning and I was bleeding like hell but I needed to reach Phil now. I couldn't let him die just because of John—and John…my head was consumed by too many thoughts.
"Phil?!"
My lungs gave way by the first time I shouted his name.
I saw his house and walked inside and there was so much blood on the walls and I feared that it was already late…
No…
My Phil can't be dead!
I rushed into the room but couldn't see anything anywhere. Just a confused Phil holding onto his head as he stared at me. "Mike…?"
I could hear a snicker coming from behind me and I twisted my head to look into that of Cena and my heart pounded. "John?"
"You'll understand, sweetheart, soon enough…"
"No! I don't want to understand!" I was tired and I wanted to go home and roll under my bed and just rot there. I didn't want this shit anymore. I was so damn tired… "John, Phil loves me…"
"He doesn't," John snapped. "He hates you."
"John…please let go of me."
"I won't."
"John…he loves me—"
"He doesn't love you; stop living in these clouds, Mike!"
"I love him!" Phil suddenly exclaimed and walked towards me, holding my side and looking deep into me. "I love him and I care about him and even if he just tick me off…he's all I've been thinking about…I'm sorry…I'm sorry for doing this to you…"
"Phil, you're so cold."
"Mike…you're too late. John killed me. I'm dead."
My heart was about to stop.
"No, this always happens to me…" I whispered, tears spilling out of my eyes. "Why does this always happen to me? Are my emotions play things…?"
"Mike…" Phil whispered.
"I guess it's just not to meant to be…" I continued to whisper.
Phil stepped in front of me, holding me by my shoulder and giving me such a sweet kiss I wouldn't even guess that he was dead, "And you don't have to be our play thing anymore, Mike…we're your play things…"
"I…I'm in love with a dead guy…"
But I didn't regret it anymore.
Not one bit.
"I guess you do love him, Brooks."
Phil snapped his head towards John. "No doubt about it. Let me take you to bed, Mike…"
I nodded my head and allowed him to walk me home, cover my cuts with bandages and just as he was about to go, I held his hand, "don't go…"
"I'll be back. You can't shake me off."
…
One thing confused me.
I saw vengeful ghosts.
Was Phil vengeful…?
I am so evil leaving it there but I didn't know where to end it. But this is just Part 1 so in Part 2… yeah…& see, Cody, I put in a little bit of Mizena love for ya!!
But until I get my muses ready for Part 2, here's the next one-shot.
Title: Loss Of Blood
Summary: He was so broken and he needed to be fixed. Hunter took that too literally… Hunter/Cena.
For: Esha Napoleon. XD. Hope I got your name right.
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X Sam.