A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! I left the last chapter hanging there for a reason…you will all hopefully see why during this chapter lol.

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Fingers glided over the small keyboard, the blue of screen just barley illuminating a nose and eyebrow ridge.

Everything is going according to plan…. Scrolled across the little blue screen and fingers danced in delight at those simple but oh so devilish words. Lips twisted in the grim light in a parody of a smile. Oh yes everything was quite simply going exactly how he never dreamed it could when he'd come to him and told him what he wanted to do.

Of course he'd been uncertain, of course he'd almost said no let it go. But those sweet poisonous words had lent a fire to his soul, a fire to burn the straight edged superstar with. So he'd waved the green flag and right now everything was gold. He hadn't killed one problematic bird he'd gotten two with one stone. How sweet was that?

The phone slid shut the dim blue light fading off, and the frantic texter leaned back in his chair. And if one could of seen the face of this oh so happy person they would of seen amusement, malice and many things that could make the honest of man shiver in fear for his life.

Oh yes…everything really was going exactly as it should be, there was no worry of ever getting caught out.

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"I...I thought," Phil stopped again staring down at his bare feet for a moment. "I'm bleeding," He said slowly uncertainly.

Randy's eyes darted from Phil's face to the other man's feet and spied the blood oozing from a small cut in the side. He glanced at the floor behind them and saw more trailing along on the floor. "Shit Phil…stay focused here, you need to tell me who it was," He pushed praying he could convince the damaged man to tell him.

Green eyes floated upwards like two little twin gas lanterns and studied Randy's face. He slowly looked down again. "I'm bleeding," He pushed the words out forcibly telling Randy so simply that no I'm not going to tell you right now, I may never tell you. Right now though please can't we just focus on the fact that I'm bleeding.

Randy bit his tongue trying to hold his anger in check; he knew it wouldn't benefit either of them. All the while long strings of words that would most likely make a sailor blush and cover his ears were playing on an endless loop in the Viper's mind. He sighed nodding slowly; He gently guiding Phil the rest of the way to the couch. "Let me see you foot," He said calmly though inside he was seething.

Phil stared at him intently for a second then he lifted the offending foot offering it to The Viper with out much resistance. Randy sighed leaning down he studying the small cuts. "I think you'll be okay, there all superficial," He supplied.

A brief nod from the straight edge superstar and Randy took a deep breath. "I'll go clean up the glass then we can eat something," He mumbled walking out of the room. He reached the bathroom and stared down at the floor. Small pools of thick red fluid marred the pristine and clean tile. He sighed and got some toilet paper and began cleaning up the blood and glass, once the glass was cleaned up he straightened up looking at himself in the mirror for a second letting his mind wander over the bits of information he'd gotten from a few different people that day.

He wasn't sure if he should believe it or not, he didn't want to because well Punk had always been someone to look up to a standard of clean living, getting through life in this business with out pain pills or other recreational drugs, but now. He sighed rubbing at his face and made his way to the kitchen pouring the soup into a bowl he really wasn't hungry now but he heeded the urge to get food into the smaller man.

He sighed setting himself back on the couch setting the bowl on the table and allowing Phil to make his own decisions on whether or not he would eat it, he turned his gaze back to the TV, letting his mind continue to mull over the information he had, and what information he didn't have and still not 100% sure why he was even here. He sighed softly shifting on the couch he glanced over at the other man who was staring blankly at the TV not really taking in the information.

He picked up the Remote and began flipping through the channels when he spied a picture of Phil. He stopped staring listening as the woman spoke rapidly and aggressively.

"So he claims to be straight edged, Claims he doesn't smoke, doesn't drink and doesn't do drugs, and that's exactly what all of this is, claims," The woman paused. "He was recently accosted in his own hotel room by a drug dealer, " She continued.

"Bullshit," Phil snapped softly glaring daggers at the TV, the first real emotion beyond fear dancing on his sharp featured face. "It wasn't…" He trailed off grabbing for the bowl of soup he began to eat still glaring at the TV.

"So, the WWE has decided its Okay to continue employing personnel, who lie about their life style, so how long is this going to continue, until someone else goes insane and kills their family, its really getting quite disgusting,"

Randy gritted his teeth and flipped the channel before he could hear anymore from that annoying bitch of a woman. He turned his gaze to Phil letting his words sink into his brain.

"Who was it then?" He asked calmly not pushing just curious.

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Green eyes darted up staring into blue for several long seconds before he shook his head remembering the sharp pain of fists into his flesh, weight on his throat, the words filled with promise and malice if he spoke an iota about what happened. Sure everyone told him he was safe, but he couldn't bring himself to believe them.

"Nothing," He said before shoving more of the soup into his empty stomach which rolled and tensed around the unexpected arrival of food into it. He could feel Randy's eyes on him and he fidgeted looking into the bowl pushing the chunks of Chicken and vegetables around with in the noodles. He reached up slowly after putting the spoon down and rubbed hard at the line of stitches as they twinge and itch. He sighed softly as he did so the ease of the itch and burn was nice, he didn't really think about it as he continued rubbing at the damaged flesh.

He jerked when a hand wrapped around his wrist and spasemed trying to pull away from the grip on his hand, kicking out hard with his feet, making solid contact he heard Randy gasp in pain and he managed to wrench himself away and fall over the arm of the couch crashing to the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs.

"emph…ow.." He whimpered softly pain raging in his back and ribs from the multitude of bruises that had now been assaulted by the hardwood floor. He heard Randy's footsteps as they hurried towards him, and he stared up at the bigger man his heart pounding in his chest, he felt like his chest was going to explode from the fear.

"Hey, easy." Randy said gently trying to help him sit up, with out hurting him further. "Easy,"

He trembled under the bigger man's hands trying to bring himself back together but what was he supposed to say. "Sorry," He whispered.

"For what?"

"I kicked you, I just I don't know,"

"Its okay, I should of said something instead of just grabbing you," He said gently.

Phil looked up at him slowly green eyes studying blue then sighed softly. "Yeah, so…why are you here exactly?" He asked.

TBC…

Ending Note: So, yeah I wrote myself into a corner during this chapter, and had to kinda joltingly get myself out of it, hopefully its not to bad, my friend said it was a smooth transition. Also check out "Letter's to an end" Which takes place in this universe as well, just with different Characters, but their will be mentions of each story, in both this fic and a third that I'm working on.