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"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

I yelped, jumping from one leg. Fucking chicken. If I could I would twist there long scrawny necks and break them in half. You wondering why I said that? Because my love of a mother asked me to feed the fucking chicken. She asked me to feed them chicken food, or whatever it is in the basket that I was holding. She didn't tell me to feed myself to these stupid chickens. But they keep biting me with their sharp beaks.

Bloody hell!

Another one stuck its beak in my boot, and it pierced through the skin of the boot and stabbed my toe. I, literally, kicked it. It went flying over the sky and fell a few feet away from me, screeching when it hit the ground. Satisfied, I put my hands on my hips, smirking at the hurt chicken evilly. That would teach something to that stupid chicken, trying to take my reputation away. I was The Viper. Not some goon. Then another one dug its nails to my foot and I raised the leg to kick it too.

"Randy?!"

I stopped abruptly, hesitantly putting my leg back down.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Trying to kick the stupid chicken's ass. If it even have an ass. Of course it does, otherwise how does it shi-

"Randy?!" John stomped towards me, his face scrunched up in anger. What did I do?"Are you trying to kill those poor things?"

"Trust me when I say, John, those are anything but poor. They tried to-"

"They tried to what? Tear your flesh apart with their sharp nails and beaks?" John asked, his tone flat, but his mouth was stretched into an amusing smile. Glad to know he found it amusing that those horrid creatures trying to murder me.

"My thoughts exactly," I said, throwing my arms up in the air, getting a few seeds of chicken food on my head in the process. I shook my head, getting them off. John scowled, mimicking my gesture and placing his hands on his wide hips.

"You're stupid."

How dare he insult me? I'm Randy Orton! My mouth hung open and I stared at him in disbelief.

"You're supposed to put that basket on the ground for them to eat. They can't reach it if you held it miles high in the air like that."

Oh. I knew that.

"You didn't have to say that. I know," I lied, snickering and waving him off.

"Pfft. Yeah. I saw that," he rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.

"What did you just say?" I said in a low, dangerously calm voice, daring him to say it to my face again. No one dared to trash talk to me to my face, they knew the consequences.

"Nothing," John quickly said, too quickly for his comfort. I put the basket on the ground and hastily moved away before those stupid chicken tried to kill me again. "So, are you free now?" I looked at John.

"Um, yeah, why?"

"Would you like to come with me to our town fair?" John bounced on his feet, like a hyper kid on a Christmas morning. The first thought on my head was to protest and have a good nap, but then when I saw how his sapphire eyes were sparkling, I didn't have the heart to decline the offer. I nodded, taking off the gloves I was wearing.

"Why are we going there?"

"I need to buy some apples for our horses and some groceries," John said, taking the gloves from me and putting them onto his hands. When I raised a brow, he rolled his eyes. "I need to collect the eggs. You go clean up and get ready."

"Let me do the job, Mom asked me to take care of the chicken. Not you."

"Yeah, I saw how you did that," his words were dripped in sarcasm, and he kept his eyes wide to show innocence.

"John," I accused, pointing a finger at him," it's been twelve years since I was last here. How am I supposed to remember little things like this when I don't even remember what my boss said yesterday? I have a terrible memory!"

"It's funny how you forgot about us too," he muttered under his breath. Again, that tightening feeling in my chest returned. I headed to where the nests were located as if I hadn't heard him. How was I supposed to respond to that? Avoiding stepping onto a pool of mud that was right in front of the cabin-like chicken house, I entered it, wrinkling my nose at the smell. I heard John yell my name from outside, but I ignored him, crouching down near the nests which had eggs laid on.

"Randy! I said I could do It." why must you always have to steal my glory, John? I realized I didn't have anything to put the eggs on. I scoffed. Genius me. I put three eggs in my left jeans pocket, four in the right pocket. And I took six in my hands. Then I paused exiting the cabin to give the eggs to John, intending to return to collect the rest. But it never happened.

"Look where you-"

I yelped as I slipped on the mud, landing on my butt with a sickening crack.

"-Going."

Why didn't he warn me before I walked in that mud? Then I remembered the sickening sound of a crack. I gulped. No, it wasn't any bone of mine that cracked. I looked down, seeing yellow goo flowing out of my pockets. I groaned, falling back to the ground. No, not the ground, mud. It was mud that I so stupidly fell upon. I slowly stood up, managing to slip a few times in the process. No thanks to John, I looked at the mess that I've made. My whole backside was covered with mud, my jeans were ruined, and I looked like a pig.

John was laughing his ass off a few feet away from me, holding his stomach. Not to mention he accidentally sat on the ground by the force of his merry laugh. I glared at him, putting my hands on my hips. "Nice to know you found it funny, Cena," clearly, I didn't look that intimidating because my words made John laugh harder. I scowled, storming towards home ignoring John's half-ass apologies.

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"Randyyyyy," John whined outside my room. I haven't come out of my room since I had taken a long, nice shower after the incident in the farm. I locked my door in case John decided to barge in without permission. And now that he couldn't John had decided that he had the permission to pound on my door, whining apologizes.

"Please come out, I'm sorry."

I covered my ears and closed my eyes, blocking away John completely. Maybe I was being a jerk, but John needed to stop messing with me once and for all. After about fifteen minutes, everything went silent. Good, John gave up. But that last sentence was doubtful to believe even to me, because once John intended to do something, he never gave up until he finished the whole thing. But I brushed it off my mind, folding my arms behind my head, adjusting on the bed so I was comfortable. I closed my eyes, a moment of peace etched to my head.

"Boo!" someone whispered in my ear and I jumped violently, my heart nearly jumping out of my throat. I turned my head wildly at the person, seeing John crouching beside my bed, his face inches away from mine. I shifted away from him, putting some space between us. He grinned widely while I attempted to calm my hammering heart down.

"H-how did you get inside?" I glanced at the bedroom door, which was still locked.

"From the balcony. The glass door was open," John smirked. Oh, how I wish to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. "So, you still angry with me?"

I narrowed my eyes, sitting straight on the bed. "Yup."

"I apologized."

"Yup."

"So you still don't want to accept my apology?"

"Nope."

"Randy!" John snapped. "Don't be an arrogant ass! Just forget it already! You're the one who never listened to a word I said and went all heroic to collect eggs and returned like a…like a…" he stopped when he saw the expression on my face. "Whatever. You still want to come to the fair?"

I thought about it. I could stay at home and have a good nap, or I can go out with John and have some fun. Maybe I could even push him to a rum barrel which will be on sale. "Fine," I said, keeping my face straight. John let out a sigh of relief and stood up, asking me to get ready before climbing out of my balcony. Stupid John. He could've left my room through the door.

XXXX

I had to carry all the bags and baskets John pushed to me, while he walked around freely, choosing what to buy. But I didn't have time to complain, because our weekly fair had become so much interesting while I was on the road. There were many stalls now, instead of the few it had the last time I've been to it, and a lot more utilities providers. I watched in fascination as a girl about my age danced in the middle of a small crowd, an Irish one from the looks of it. Her long butter yellow dress matched the color of her hair, and her eyes were the color of ocean, I could see them sparkling like sapphires all the way from here.

They reminded me of John's but his eyes were much bluer, much brighter than the girl's. I turned to look at John, who was now gazing at the list of groceries he needed to buy, muttering to himself. My lips twitched to a smile but I suppressed it, not letting John know that I wasn't angry with him. Then I turned to look at the girl, who had momentarily stopped dancing and was now holding a hat out to the small crowd while I let John sort out the list. For a second she met my eyes, giving me a knowing smile before moving on to the next person in the crowd. A familiar sense washed through me. Did I know her?

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Huh?" I looked at John, who had a strained smile on his lips. "Oh, yeah. She's a fine young woman." I felt John staring at me. I shook my head, turning to look at John and locking my gaze with him. Right now, his eyes were more fascinating than that girl. The corners of John's lips twitched, and then they stretched to a full bright beam, displaying his dimples. I felt my lips also curving to a smile along with his. I chuckled, shaking my head again. We are a weird couple. Well, then again, aren't all the best friends? We are still best friends, right?

"Hey Cena! Are you done ogling?"

An annoying voice broke our moment, and I looked at the man, glaring at him heatedly.

I heard John sigh beside me and then ask, "What do you want, Barrett?"

"Just want to know who this lovely creature beside you, who is now apparently giving me daggers from his beautiful cerulean eyes," Barrett smirked, holding out his hand to me, which I didn't intend to shake. "Wade Barrett."

"Piss off," I spat, grabbing John's hand and attempting to leave. "We don't have time to waste."

"Whoa, wait, wait! I just wanted to introduce myself. Who are you, may I ask?" Wade folded his arms behind his back, a smirk etched onto his ugly face as he leaned forward.

"Adam Copeland," I lied. Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes on me. It wasn't John's because John was glaring at Wade and it certainly wasn't Wade's because he was in front of me. Those eyes were glaring a hole through my back. I glanced around, trying to find who was eavesdropping on me, but I didn't find anyone openly staring at me.

"Nice to meet you, Adam. As much as I like to stay, I can't. So let me invite you to a party. You too, Cena. Tomorrow night, West Warehouse." Then he saluted, leaving both me and John alone.

"Damn, I hate that man," John mumbled, turning to look at me. I didn't hear a word either John or Wade said. I was frozen in my spot, unable to move. Whoever was staring at me got on my nerves.

"Randy?"

The stare was so intense that I couldn't think clearly. It was like he was right beside me but I couldn't see him. I scanned the crowds, yet I couldn't find him, or it could be a girl. But the gaze was much more piercing to be a girl's.

"Randy?" john touched my arm and I jumped, remembering that John was beside me. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing, John. Come on, let's go. Where's to next?"

"Uh," he hesitated, searching for something in my face. "Milk. To Carson's it is."

I nodded, taking his hand and asking him to lead the way, trying to shake off that feeling of someone watching me. John's rapid chattering kept my mind off the stalking, and I was thankful that John was with me. He never complained about why I was awfully quiet and he didn't push me, asking why I was acting strange. This was why I loved John – no pun intended.

When we finished shopping, we spent an hour just walking around the fair to see interesting things that was on for sale. For a second, I thought the fair looked like Hogsmead in Harry Potter – yes, I've watched all the movies – just because it was so colorful. There were so many things to look at; it was a pity that we had to leave for home soon. Call me stupid; call me lame, I don't care. John said I looked like a kindergarten kid, acting hyper on the Christmas morning, the same comparison I used to describe John earlier today. There was this big carpet (I dare you to laugh), which had the whole world sewed in it. The sun, the moon, trees, ocean, animals, flowers, buildings, and an angel on the right corner of it, looking down at the world with sad eyes. It was just so beautiful that I even tried to buy it. If it wasn't for John I would have.

Then there was this artist, who drew anything his customers wanted. He sat next the stall where textiles were sold, with only his drawing book and a small purse. Currently, he was drawing the kitten that was rubbing its face against the artist's leg. Every curve and line h drew added up marvel to the picture, and he used a single pencil to both lighten and darken the picture when necessary.

Then I met Mrs. Boring- that was actually her name- but she was anything but boring. She sold homemade pies, and she had a very good variety of sweets with her. She let me taste a piece of everything she had made and refused to take money from me. When I asked why she said that I was a darling, to which John snorted and that she knew my mom, and she was a close friend of hers'. My favorite was the pumpkin pie, because just as I took a mouthful it just melted into my mouth, filling me with sweetness. I knew my face showed pure ecstasy because John said I looked like I was having sex with that pudding.

Now, I was dragging John to a bright purple tent. I spotted it when I was with Mrs. Boring and just the sight of it attracted me to it. I didn't like purple, but the cloth had stars and moon as a pattern and that was what made me go there. John said it was their local sorceress. So now I was dragging an unwilling John to her. I didn't believe in horoscopes but I wanted to look at how the inside looked like.

I inhaled sharply when I went in, and I heard John stopped breathing. It was so beautiful. Inside was painted, or designed to look like the galaxy we lived. Planets, stars, meteors, Milky Way and so much more things were designed above our heads and it almost looked like real. It was dark, and the stars were shining like small bulbs giving the faintest of the lights. John grabbed my arm, pulling me towards an empty seat in the middle of the tent. He gestured me to sit down and I did, placing my elbows on the round table in front of me.

"Hello?" John called, searching for the sorceress.

"Randal Orton," someone breathed in my ear and I cringed at the unexpected guest. An old lady met my eyes. She had grey eyes that looked glassy, and grey frilly hair. She wore dark blue robes, a dress which covered her whole body except for her face and hands. She moved away from me, inspecting me with her watery eyes. "It's been so long since you were last on this town."

"How…..how did you know me?" I asked, puzzled about how she knew me while I didn't have a clue that she was.

"I'm a sorceress. Which many people do not believe when I say. It takes them some time to start to believe. It takes some encounters, some incidents," she rounded the table, taking her seat directly in front of me. I felt John coming closer behind me and pressing his front against my back. I leaned back, resting my back against him. "You're a very talented young man. Brave, but cowardice may ruin it if you don't act wisely."

"A single secret can do things unimaginable to a man's life, Randal. Man needs to understand to reveal it in time, before someone else does and destroy a life. Sometimes, fame and reputation can ruin a person's sanity."

I gulped. I know I have to say that thing to my family. But I don't know how. I didn't do it, neither have I had an idea who or how it did happen to me. But I have to tell my family, as much as I dreaded that upcoming moment. I was completely dumbfounded when this lady told this to me. But I was thankful that she said it in a non-revealing way, so John didn't understand what was she saying.

"You can leave now, Randal Orton. And seek wisdom from someone wise," she said, dismissing me and John standing up [and waving off her hand.

"What? That's it?" I asked. That was very short, wasn't it? She gave me a hard look and I immediately shut up, standing up also. I gave her a nod, and walked to the entrance of the tent.

"John," I paused when she called John. "Make a move before someone else does."

John looked like he was horrified of the sorceress. Then he looked away nodding, and I saw a faint hint of red on his cheeks.

What did she mean?

[A/N] Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Please remember to review in this chapter too. I want to hear if I should continue this story or not. [A/N]