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Chapter 9:
We Can't Do It Alone
Punk's body made a loud bang as his head bounced off the floor. The man slowly lowered the gun and looked around at all the other superstars who have backed up against the wall. They feared him, that's what he wanted. He had them right where he wanted them. At the snap of his fingers the ghost appeared to bury Punk's body. As they picked him up in their hands they were surprised when his eyes opened and a grin spread across his face. They quickly dropped him to the ground and took a few steps backward. Everyone's gaze shifted to Punk as he slowly made his way to his feet. The man had a horrified look on his face and he had wet his pants. Punk began to speak.
"Have you forgotten that you can't kill Jesus?" An evil grin spread across his face and at the snap of his fingers the roof above the man caved in and pinned him to the ground. He would be out for awhile after that. The two ghosts had a shocked expression on their face as they disappeared into thin air.
"Holy shit!" Jeff screamed. "I thought that was just a gimmick! How'd you do that?"
"Jesus can do anything." He replied with a cocky smile.
"And you just decided until now to use your special powers!" Randy screamed. "After three people are missing?"
"First of all, they're not superpowers, and second, father would get mad if I used them too often." He shrugged his shoulders.
"We were on the verge of dying! I'm sure he'd understand!"
"I can't help sinners. That's his job. Unfortunately not all of you are going to my father's place after you die."
"What do you mean? Who isn't?"
Punk raised a finger and pointed it at Randy. He let out a soft chuckle. "You."
"You got to be kidding me."
"Nope. Jesus doesn't joke about things like that. Now hurry up, we need to get out of here before he wakes up. Follow me." He began to walk towards the front door.
"I can't believe he's really Jesus," Jeff mumbled. "Who would of thought?"
As everyone approached the door Punk held up his straightedge fist. Everyone copied him and raised their own, but Jeff. "Jeff why aren't you participating?" Miz asked.
"I'm not straightedge." He let out a soft chuckle.
"And I'm going to Hell and he isn't?" Randy asked confused. Punk ignored this comment and continued with his ritual. After a few seconds he paused. "Does anyone know what day it is?"
"It's Friday! Friday! Time to get down on Friday!" Zack sang out loud. Everyone looked over at him with a confused expression. "I like the song," he replied as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Anyway, I need the exact date." Matt quickly pulled out his cell phone.
"It's June 3rd!" He shouted feeling important.
"Wait…you had a phone this whole time?" Morrison asked.
"Yes, but there isn't any service." Matt waved his phone around and paused. "Wait I have some now!"
"Great! Call the police!" Matt didn't reply. "Matt?"
"Huh?" He replied as he looked up. "Crazy day. Punk's really Jesus. Ryder sang Friday. And this house is creepy. Send!" He read out loud.
"Twitter? Really Matt?" Jeff screamed. "Let me see that!" Jeff ripped Matt's phone out of his hand as he dialed 911. "Hello! We have an emergen…" Jeff gave Matt a vicious look. "It died you idiot!" Jeff began punching Matt.
"Ouch my arm! You're hurting me Jeff! Stop it!" Miz held Matt back as Morrison grabbed Jeff and held him back.
"We don't have time for this," Punk said annoyed. "Lets' continue with my ritual.
He raised his hand once again and everyone followed. "To my father I ask you on this June 3rd 2011, to help us find our friends and make it out of here alive." He bowed his head as he heard a knock at the door. He slowly began lowering his fist and everyone copied him.
"Did it work?" Miz asked impatiently.
"I'm not sure. Answer the door." Miz slowly made his way over to the door. When he opened it two girls were revealed on the other side. One was tall with long blonde hair and the other was shorter with brown hair. They were both hot and had on matching outfits, black skinny jeans, a red half top, and long black boots.
"Well hello ladies!"Miz said as a grin appeared on his face. That grin faded when he realized who they were. "What are you two doing here?" he scowled.
"We're here to take you back to the WWE!" Michelle said with a grin.
"I thought your father was supposed to help us, not punish us!" Jeff mumbled under his breath. Everyone hated LayCool. They were the two most annoying people in the WWE. "How do you plan on doing that?"
"Vince told us to! We drove here. The show's ratings have fallen without you and he got frustrated. He needs you back." She grinned again.
"And he sent you two!" Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Who cares let's just get out of here!" Morrison shouted. He walked out the door. "Where's the car?"
"Right over…" Layla stopped midsentence. "It was right there."
"No! It's gone!" Jeff screamed. "That means we're stuck with you! What happened to it? Where could it have gone! It can't drive itself!"
"Don't worry. I paid that guy to park it for us!" She grinned even wider.
"What guy?" Punk asked.
"I don't know. Some guy just said he would park it for us." Punk got a worried expression on his face as he went back into the kitchen. The man was gone.
"You idiot! Father what did you do?" The lights then went out and it began to storm. "I think I upset him. Father just tell me this, why them?" The lights flickered back on and something was written on the walls.
You can't do it alone. These two would be very useful for your escape. If only you can figure it out.
"I know!" Jeff said. "Let them get taken and they will annoy them so much they'll let us go!" Everyone looked at him and shook their heads. "What? It was a good guess."
"Father would only bring them here for a reason, and I think I know what that reason is." Punk got a weird look on his face which scared LayCool to death. This can't be good.
So much for their "help."
What does CM Punk have in mind?
How are Edge, Christian, and Cena?
Find out in Chapter 10!
Any ideas how LayCool could be the key to their escape?
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Edge: You've been forgetting about us alot lately.
Christian: Yeah. We've had some interesting stuff going on.
Cena: We could be dead for all you know. You wouldn't care.
Me: Why do you think I made you get taken? To give you less air time!
All Three: How rude!
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