Title: I Should Have Done It Anyways
Pairing: The Miz/Justin Gabriel/Heath Slater/Randy Orton
Rating: M
Warnings: Pain and tears.
Author's Note: Since I have brought you this amazing story, in return I would like a suggestion on a story that you have read that you liked quite well. Mainly something that involves Glee and WWE, anything else I'll consider but it wouldn't be so helpful.
Chapter 4:
The Stairway
Justin POV
My eyes closed, I felt hands pick me up and them place me on a cold stretcher. Everything was moving so fast, and yet so slow. As if everything was in slow motion, moving picture by picture. While going fast as if you put it on fast forward. It didn't feel right. But one question kept racing through my mind.
Is this how it feels when you die?
If it is then I really hate that son of a bitch for causing my family to go through this. Oh wait until I get my hands on him.
I can haunt him as a ghost.
Its as if someone is in my head speaking to me. I wonder if this is what Randy has to go through everyday. Hearing someone talk to you but yet not know who they are.
Speaking of Randy, I will never hear his song again. Our song. Every lyric hurts more and more as I make sense of them.
You got your rules and your religionAll designed to keep you safeBut when rules start getting brokenYou start questioning your faith
No religion could save me, and there were no rules.
Nothing will keep me safe.
All rules were broken.
I question if I will ever get my revenge on this bastard or if he will simply get away with everything because I didn't sleep with him.
I have a voice that is my saviorHates to love and loves to hateI have the voice that has the knowledgeAnd the power to rule your fate
I have no savior.
This sick person hates to love and loves to hate since he obviously wants sex, and nothing more.
This man has no knowledge onto how bad his life is going to get.
I rule my own fate, and my fate was to be killed by the man who killed the rest of my family to end the Lloyd family name.
I hear voices cryingI see heroes dyingI taste the blood that's dryingI feel the tension rising
The voices of the murdered are crying.
All heroes are dying.
All blood was spilled into the grass.
And this tension and anger is rising.
All the lawyers are defenselessAll the doctors are diseaseAnd the preachers all are sinnersAnd the police just take the greaseAll you judges you are guilty
No lawyer will arrest this man.
No doctor can save me.
No preacher will ever help with my revenge.
No police will find him.
All the judges are guilty for just sitting on their lazy asses and doing nothing!
I see darkness fallingI hear voices callingI feel justice crawlingI see faith has fallen
The darkness is falling as my life comes to an end.
All the voices around me don't matter.
No justice will be served.
All faith is gone.
I felt a hand squeeze mine and I opened my eyes to see the gorgeous features of my Randy. His eyes were puffy and tears streamed down his cheeks. He pointed to his eye, made an "L" over his heart, and pointed at me. I smiled weakly. I slightly made to same motions, ending mine with a 2. He smiled under his tears, he wasn't smiling because he was happy. He was smiling because he knew that I loved him even though it was the last moment we'd ever be together. I looked deep into those grey eyes, and something snapped in me.
I'm going to live.
For me.
For Randy.
For Us.
For my family.
For my friends.
For my career.
For the ones that look up at me.
To prove I'm invincible.
And to show that even a knife through the chest would not kill me.
I will not fail.
Failing is not an option.
I was not gonna just lay here and caress these final moments.
No.
I am going to live until my time comes.
And my time is not know.
I will never fail.
Its against everything I've ever stood for.
Living would start a new revolution.
That some can be invincible if they chose to life.
"Paul, if this is out final time together-" Randy began but I cut him off.
"This is not our final time together." I stated. Randy chuckled softly and shook his head. He lent down a place a soft kiss on my lips. This was much better than Heath's kiss.
"It seems that I'm losing you. Mentally and physically. Everyone wants a piece of my Paul." Randy said quietly. I squeezed his hand.
"Well when you have someone as amazing as me, you should get used to it." I joked and Randy smiled that crooked smile that I love so much.
"I wanna hold onto this moment forever. To always know that we can just be friends, but yet so hopelessly in love." Randy said and I gave a weak chuckle.
"Well its nice to know that no matter how insane I am that you'll always be there." I said and Randy brushed my cheek and lent down for another kiss. This one was rough, putting all the passion and love we had into it. It lasted for the remainder of the 5 minutes ride to the Emergency Room. When the door was opened Randy hesitated a bit before pulling away. He looked at me with teary eyes before the retards pulled me out. I knew that he would be coming out right after me, but I can't look into those beautiful eyes that always bring me comfort. I closed my eyes not wanting to see what awaits me. I felt exhausted and I just wanted to sleep. So I drifted off into the unconsciousness.
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I awoke some time later. A bandage was placed of the place where the knife struck. I sighed relief.
I made it.
I'm living.
I'm alive.
My life did not end.
I could live with Randy.
I could continue down whatever road life had in store for me.
I let out a little squeal and smiled.
I started to get out of bed when I noticed the cords connected to a beeper thing. I pulled them out and bit my lip at the small pain. I walked out of the room into the lobby, it was completely empty so I walked quickly out into the cold night. I didn't know where my feet were taking me, but they do. I tried to focus on the dark in front of me. Soon I started to stumble as I reached a building. It was either an apartment building or it was a hotel building. But I knew this is where Chris lived.
And. Chris. Will. Die.
I walked into the building, seeing that it was for sure a hotel building. But I knew this place too much. Too well. It was so familiar.
This is where the superstars were staying!
Oh my god, what if he's done something to Wade, or Heath.
Or Randy.
If he did I will make it my pleasure to make him die slowly, painfully.
Watch him bleed to death.
The life drained out of his eyes.
Exactly like he wanted to do to me.
I walked up the staircase. Gazing at each door.
21, 23, 25, 27, 29, 31. 33, 35, 37, 39, 41, 43, 45.
I reached the room. And slowly opened it. No sound was made. I stepped inside and softly closed the door behind me. This room smelled like he did, as if he has been here for quite some time. His jacket was on the coat hanger. His boots by the door. His knife on the counter. I grabbed the weapon and walked to the bedroom. I heard a light snore. I slowly pushed open the door.
"Heuning?" ("Honey?") Chris asked, not fully awake.
"O ja, sy my Chris." ("Oh yes, its me Chris.") I said, putting much venom into my voice as I said his name.
"Verander jou gedagtes oor die slaap met my?" ("Change your mind about sleeping with me?") Chris asked.
"O, ek het 'n baie beter idee." ("Oh, I have a much better idea.") I answered, I raised the knife and approached the bed where he lay with his eyes closed. I quickly turned him over.
"Holy shit, ek dink dit beteken dat die hoere kan word as ek jy was, wil ek net jou skanky gat in my bed en 'n goeie teef." ("Holy shit, I guess this means that whores can be smart. But if I were you I'd just get your skanky ass into my bed and be a good bitch.") Chris said with a smirk. I shook my head and shoved the knife deep into his stomach. I pressed my lips against his to keep him from shouting.
"So, wat fokken wat?" ("So, who's fucking who?") I answered with my own smirk. Soon my mouth gaped open and blood was flowing out of it. I closed his eyelids and left. I slowly walked down the staircase and left the building, quickly returning to the hospital and laying down as if nothing ever happened.
*The End*
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