A/N Just found out Trish is gonna be in the HOF! Yay! She really does deserve it, one of the best Divas in this decade, (the other being Lita of course) So congrats to her and hopefully 2014 or 2015 we'll see the extreme red head in the HOF, Onwards we go!
Chapter 4 Blood on your hands
By morning Randy had almost forgotten all about the phone call, that computer changed voice still was etched in his brain, someone he apparently knew, someone he apparently scarred, Randy had tried to remember all the things he had done and all the people he had hurt, but nothing came up, it was just blank. Randy got up and had a hot shower, the water running over his bones almost taking the stress away, it came back when he heard his phone ringing. Pretending he didn't hear it, he ignored it. He couldn't handle hearing that psycho taunting him this early in the morning. Randy let it ring as he pulled himself out of the shower and dried himself off. The vibrations started but still he ignored it, Randy brushed his teeth after he was dressed, he decided not to shave, he couldn't be bothered. The banging on his door started, Randy froze wondering if this nutjob had found him already,
"Rand! Open up!"
He let out a relieved sigh, it was John and not a psycho nutjob. Randy gathered his stuff and opened the door.
"Hey you ok?" John asked noting the bags under the Viper's eyes. "Did you sleep much?"
Randy muttered something before shutting the door, and following him down to the lifts, "How could you sleep?"
"I didn't, well not much, this is what a lot of coffee does to me"
Randy usually would've laughed but he was wound up too tight for John's humor.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, just tired"
"And stupid questions from the police didn't help?" John guessed, still wondering why Randy had been questioned for so long.
"Yeah"
"So what happened? Did they think you did it?"
Randy nodded making John snort,
"You have more control than that, you would beat someone down but you would never kill anybody"
"Not what they thought" Randy said darkly, "The killer let me look at a scar but I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman"
"Were you really paying much attention?"
"Not really, I was more grossed out that someone was going into his room in the first place"
John laughed as the doors opened, Melina and Mickie James on the other side, hands entwined. "Morning ladies, did you sleep last night"
"Not really," Both Mickie and Melina answered, "I still can't believe someone killed Brad Maddox, I mean I hated him but who would push him off a balcony" Melina went on making Randy growl with annoyance. "Whats wrong with you?"
"They thought he did it,"
"Shut up John"
"Because he was the last one to see him alive and he saw someone but couldn't tell if it was male or female"
"I said shut up!" Randy yelled at him, hands balled into fists. Mickie gently touched his arm,
"Randy calm down, we know you didn't do it, you wouldn't do something like that"
Randy seemed to calm down, but still he shot a death glare at John, who mumbled his apology to his friend.
"Rand, we know you didn't do this." Melina touched his other arm, "Whoever did this to is insane and evil, and you are not either."
The doors opened and they were allowed to escape the death tube. The girls talked with John as Randy answered his text message, his blood froze in his veins,
You didnt answer Randal now anothr 1 dies, blood is on ur hands Viper. Enjoy!
Randy stopped where he was, his eyes just glued to his phone. Heart beat just beat faster and faster until he thought it would burst out of his chest. They called his name but he didn't hear it, he just kept looking at the message wondering if it was real or was he still dreaming.
"Randy! You've gone all pale, are you ok?"
Melina, Mickie and John flocked to him, trying to help him and make sure the Viper was ok. "Randy!"
When he opened his eyes, he was at the arena with John lightly smacking his face, the Cenation soldier more than worried for his friend. "Are you ok?"
Randy pulled himself up, still shaken by the text message. "My phone"
John grabbed it out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Randy, whats going on?"
Randy thumbed through the messages, his blue eyes bulging again, there was no record of it anywhere. "John did you delete my messages?"
"No"
"Don't lie!" Randy started to get hysterical again, this couldn't be happening, he receieved a text message, he knew he did but now it was gone and there was no record of it anywhere.
"Randy, I didn't delete anything, I give you my word" John looked at him worried as he again thumbed through the messages. "Randy, whats going on?"
"I don't know" The Viper answered honestly, the shaking in his bones wouldn't stop and all he felt was a chill, a deep eerie chill that something bad was about to happen. Randy was about to ring the company again but a loud peircing scream stopped him in his tracks. The screaming kept shaking through them, they started running along with everyone else, the superstars gathered by the frequent screams of Aksana and Kelly Kelly, strung up from the rafters with deadly razor wire was the newest Diva to NXT, Paige. The razor wire had cut so deep that it had almost taken her head off, her dead eyes staring towards the lights as though they would help her, blood dripped down her lean ivory frame and onto the seats. The men gathered the hysterical girls away and tried to comfort them, it wasn't about to work, not with the image of Paige strung up like a visitor to the gallows. Randy felt all the eyes peer towards him, Paige was the last Diva he had sex with, a mere few nights ago when she was visiting SmackDown and had ran into Randy. Paige giggled like all the Diva's did around him, he took her back to his room that night and now she was dead, her killer was right, they had made it look like he had done it, after he had cast her aside Paige wasn't very happy and now she was dead, and he was the prime suspect.
Randy along with the other mass superstars sat around in the meeting room as Detective Gloria Perez started to talk, "Thank you for coming, and I assure you that we are doing everything we can to catch this maniac, there are new rules and I hope you all take this seriously and follow them." Gloria looked to the bigger stars like Mark Henry and Big Show, "It doesn't matter how big or strong you are, I warn you to use caution, psycho's like this are dangerous and have many tools on their side, so please don't be a hero."
They took her words on board, big and strong didn't mean much when one of their own was killed right under their noses, of course both men doubted that they would be next and this psycho would have trouble dispatching of them, but still they took it on board. Dolph Ziggler spoke up clutching Aj's shaking hand "Is this a serial killer?"
"We don't know at this time, our main goal at this point in time is to keep you all safe, but I give you my word, we will catch this guy or girl. If any of you have any information I urge you to come forward, the faster we get this maniac off the streets, the faster"
Gloria hung around and talked to her sister and some of the other superstars, Randy quietly slipped out of the room, right now he couldn't handle this, Paige had died because he didn't answer the phone. Randy took his phone out, hoping that there was a message. Randy wasn't sure if he was relieved or not to find that he had one. A simple text message that didn't help his forever fast beating heart.
You could of saved her you know, but oh well! I hope you have learnt your lesson Randy, next time I ring, you answer, its that simple.
Randy just stared at it, wondering what would happen if he made any motions, would someone else die if he told Gloria? Would someone else die if text back? Would someone else die if he did nothing? Randy slumped down on floor not knowing what else to do. Randy shut his eyes and tried his hardest to go into nothingness, it always helped when he was stressed pretending that he was somewhere else. His breathing returned to normal as his mind took him back to blackness. Randy just let it happen, his mind doing the hard work while his worn out body just relaxed. A cold harsh wind slapped his face, a slight spray of water hitting his cheeks, Randy snapped his eyes open to find that there was no water or wind. Randy lulled his head against the wall, was he going crazy? Randy sure felt that way, a killer playing cat and mouse and driving him into insanity. He had to find out what he could before it got that far, one of them was going to pull through this and Randy knew it had to be him. One way or another, it was going to be the A-pex predator.