Story Title: Unbelievable

Story Type: Slash, Horror

Characters: AJ Styles

Pairings: AJ/?

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine, he belongs to TNA and himself

Warnings: Language, Slash, Blood

A/N: Well, this is strange. Not as strange as the Randy story earlier, but still pretty up there. So, this story came around when my Christian muse decided I needed to write a AJ story. I told him, very firmly, that there was no way in hell that was happening. He pouted and whined and I caved. And then when he made his kill there, he demanded that I write him doing this. AJ, wherever you are, you managed to piss off Christian pretty badly. Um, watch your back 'cause he's a sneaky bastard and he can hold a grudge forever.

AJ stared at the knife in his hand, blood dripping from the tip. He dropped it, watching in horror as it landed in the puddle at his feet.

AJ looked around uncomprehendingly at the blood splattered walls and ceiling before he shifted his attention to the bed in the middle of the room. His brain screamed at him not to move, to go hide until whatever threat had done this damage was far, far away. But AJ had never been very good at doing what he was supposed to.

He stepped closer to the bed, leaving bloody prints behind him. His legs bumped the side of the bed, stopping his forward movement. Looking down, it took him a minute for his mind to process the mess that was in front of him. Eyes widening, he recognized his boyfriend among the bloody and torn sheets.

His heartbeat picked up, his breath stuttering in his lungs. Hesitating, he finally looked down at his body, the blood that stained his bare skin from his chest down. He backed away until he hit the wall. He curled into a ball in the corner, sobbing. He was still there hours later when the first cops showed up.