Continuation from last chapter.

Vince McMahon stood in front of the bloodied up John Cena, and wanted to be firm with him as he could tell that Cena didn't want to follow the plan for his match.

"You had an impulse you say? Well, I still won't tolerate with this little incident you pulled here tonight. Next Monday, you won't be wrestling and in fact you are suspended that night. You are not to be allowed to enter the arena at all!" Vince rose his voice and everyone around took notice of them two.

"So that's how it's going to be! This show wouldn't be good if I weren't here! This show is useless without me, and you know that. You and everybody else know that!" John shouted and he grabbed a glass and hurled it at a wall, shattering the glass into pieces.

"John Cena, I advise you leave now and take a break from wrestling. Something is very disturbing about you, and what ever it is, you need to handle it outside the ring." Vince said as he walked off.

John looked at his body still covered with other man's blood. He looked back up to see most of the superstars leaving. Some reason, it felt as if the weight was lifted from his shoulders and he became himself again. John went to the showers and got cleaned; he later grabbed his belongings and went to his car. From out of the dark, two ladies appeared by John's vehicle. It was Ashley Massaro and Maria Kanellis. Both crossing their arms, and confused faces upon them.

"What was that all about John?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, poor Umaga had to be rushed to the damn hospital. He suffered a concussion." Maria spilled out.

"Look, that wasn't me. I don't know what got into me, but I didn't mean to hurt the guy so badly. I'm sorry, I really am." John was opening his car door.

"Go get some real help, professional help." Ashley said, and then she and Maria walked off to their respective cars.

Guilt had overcome him, and he left the arena's parking lot and headed home.

Location: Florida, John's home.
Time: 1:21 in the evening.
Day: Tuesday.John Cena was cleaning his 1970 Plymouth Superbird out in the front of the house. He began the morning real groggy and he wasn't feeling very good. Somewhat drained and out of energy, he seemed to be. Marc arrived at John's house, and got out his vehicle. Marc whistled at the car John was so in love with. He loved all his cars as much as anything. Marc came close, and noticed John's skin was a pale color with a tint of grey and green.

"Shit man, you don't look so good. Have you checked yourself out in the mirror lately?"

"I can't look that bad, maybe it's just that sickness I had. It could be coming back or some shit, I don't know." John wiped off the car.

"I saw what you did last night on Raw, and I think we should go check that shit out. That's not like you John, there's something wrong and I know it. Tomorrow, we will go visit the doctor, alright" Marc suggested and went inside the house and John followed.

Entering the home, the saw the statue sitting up on the dining room table and John nudged at Marc.

"Why'd you put it there?"

"I didn't put it there; it's been in the closet ever since you went away!"

"If this is some kind of sick joke, I'm not playing Marc."

"Dude, seriously I didn't do this, I swear. I wouldn't do that sick shit to you."

"Fine, just put that fucker back in the closet please." John pressed his fingers against his forehead and sat down at the kitchen.

Marc did just that, and came into the kitchen a couple minutes later. He gasped in horror to see John crawling on the floor and banging his head against the carpet. John glanced up to see Marc and pinned him against the wall.

"What the hell man?" Marc yelled out.

"Hell is a place where all sinners go." John's voice took on a demonic tone. A tone deeper and more sinister with every word spoken, it gave Marc chills down his spine.

"John, relax. Calm yourself down, man."

"John's not here at the moment, someone's taken his place."

"And who would that be?" Marc didn't want to know the answer…

"Lucifer." He smiled.

Authors' Notes: As for pairings, I don't think this would be a good story to have pairings in. I don't do love that well, that's why i'm doing horror. Again, thank you for your reviews and thank you for reading.