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Chapter 9- The Scars That Never Cease
A ton of ambulances and cops had their sirens blaring at the airport. A limo also pulled up to the airport. Vince McMahon ran out of the limo, immediately running to the Miz who was being carried into the back of an ambulance on a stretcher.
"How are you doing? Are you okay?" Vince said, hurriedly looking for answers.
"I'm okay, I- I just need to... they said it's a flesh wound. Where's John and Wade? Did they get Randy?" Miz said, hopefully.
Vince looked surprised.
"Randy? Randy was here?" Vince said, not believing they actually went to find him on their own and actually succeeded. Miz could tell by his surprised reaction that Randy was no longer there, which means that they didn't save him. Miz put his head down on the stretcher in disappointment. Randy had actually been within reach and they still couldn't get to him in time. Miz knew that if he hadn't have gotten shot, then Wade and John wouldn't have been distracted and could've saved Randy. He couldn't help but blame himself.
Vince ran over to John and Wade. Wade seemed to be gently talking to Cena, while Cena had a blank expression on his face.
"You guys alright?" Vince asked.
Wade turned to him while John just put his head in his hands.
"Yeah, we'll be okay." Wade said, patting John on the back. Vince noticed the gesture and looked at John in confusion. He seemed really bothered, which was odd considering that John has always been Mr. Positive.
"What in God's name happened over here?" Vince asked, talking into account, a shot Miz, a distraught Cena, a comforting Wade, and Randy who was seemingly here at one point but, apparently, no longer is.
Wade sighed and began to tell the story.
"We found out the name of one of the men who took Randy and tracked down an address. When we got there, we saw Randy in the back of a van, tied up and out cold, and a bunch of men around. We tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't... he must have been drugged or something. We listened in on a conversation two of them were having and they said they were going to the airport. So we followed them here. We tried..." Wade stopped for a moment, and sighed. He then continued.
"We tried to save him, but.. but one of the guys shot Miz and we got distracted. Randy... he even woke up and saw us. Anyway, John went to try and help Randy but one of the other guys kicked him down the plane steps.. and they... they took off, so.." Wade finished.
Vince was surprised by everything. He couldn't believe that they went after him without any help and that they actually almost succeeded. He also couldn't believe that they all got to see Randy again, even if it was just for mere minutes. At least they could see know that Randy was okay and that there was still someone who needed saving.
"You guys did the best you could do... don't beat yourselves up." Vince stated.
Wade nodded at the statement, but John was ignoring it, his head still in his hands.
"John-"
"Vince, you don't understand. I had him.. I had his shirt and he was reaching for me and I- let him down! They already shot him in the leg and drugged him and God only knows what else they've done!" John yelled, desperation creeping into his voice.
"He wouldn't want you to blame yourself for any of this! He knows you did everything you could! For God sakes, you tracked him down and were willing to take on 20 men with guns without any weapons of your own and only three of you to do it! Anybody would kill for friends that would do that for them... John, you did the best you could do." Vince said, trying to have his words help John deal with the situation at hand.
One of the detectives walked over to the three men.
"Is there anything useful you can tell us about anything? What the men look like? Anything?"
"Why? So you could be as helpful as you were last time?" John replied sharply.
"John..."
"No! They didn't do a damn thing last time!" John interrupted.
"Look, we have to do everything by the book. We can't just run out on a three man mission like you guys did and, if we could, we would! We are doing everything we can to help. Now...is there anything useful you can tell us?" The detective responded.
"I got the airplane number before it took off." Wade answered.
"Great! What is it?" The detective said pulling out his notepad.
"3640." Wade answered. The detective nodded and left, running over to another man who worked at the airport.
Vince sighed and looked at John and Wade.
"I'm going to head to the hospital and make sure that Miz is alright. Are you two okay to get back to your hotel?" Vince said with concern.
John and Wade nodded as Vince left in the back of the hospital van.
Wade started to walk over toward one of the police vehicles for a ride back to the hotel. He noticed that John wasn't following him and turned around in confusion.
"John? C'mon that officer said that he would give us a ride back to the hotel."
"I'm not going back to the hotel."
"What are you talking about?"
"He's still out there, Wade. I don't care what it takes, I'm not giving up on him yet." John said, looking at Wade. Wade let out a frustrated sigh.
"John... look, I know he's your best friend but we went after him already and it almost got him killed and Miz got shot! We thought we could handle this alone but we can't! We have to let the police do their jobs now."
"You don't have to come." John said, heading into the airport.
"I'm not letting you do this. You're gonna get someone killed!" Wade said, grabbing onto John's shoulder to stop him from walking. John shrugged him off.
"There's nothing you can say that's going to make me change my mind! He has a family, Wade! HE HAS FRIENDS AND A JOB AND A WHOLE LIFE! I'M NOT LETTING HIM LOSE ALL THAT CAUSE SOME GUY IS ON A REVENGE KICK!" John yelled, getting frustrated.
Wade sighed. He knew there was no talking John out of this, no matter how stupid it was.
"We should at least tell the police what we're doing... or Vince. We should also get some kind of weapon and not go into this half cocked again." Wade replied.
John turned around, surprised by this.
"We?" John asked.
"I know that Randy and I aren't as close as you guys are, but he's my friend too. I don't want to leave him out there alone. I want to be sure someone is coming for him... that someone's trying." Wade explained. John smiled in response and the two men headed into the airport to find out where that plane was headed.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Randy yelled at Jeff and rammed himself into him.
The last thing Randy saw before the plane door closed was John landing harshly on his back after Jeff kicked him down the stairs. Moore and a few other men saw Randy go on the offensive and were quick to react. They ran over and pulled Randy off of Jeff, who was rubbing his head, as Randy rammed the back of his skull into a wall behind him.
Jeff stood up, clearly hurt and ticked off. He walked up to Randy and punched him hard in the stomach, and Randy doubled over. Jeff then landed another punch in Randy's face. The blow took Randy right off his feet and he fell to the ground. He was unable to soothe the pain in anyway because his hands were still cuffed together.
"What's the matter? You upset because I pushed you buddy down a flight of stairs?" Jeff said, in a childlike voice, trying to be sarcastic.
Randy just started him dead in the eye, not breaking his glare for a second. Jeff grabbed Randy's shirt, pulling him closer. Randy tried to pull away, but to no avail. He was stuck listening to this idiot.
"You're going to pay for trying to hit me, kid. I'll tell ya that. After I get through with you, you'll be wishing that I pushed you down a flight of stairs."Jeff said, dangerously. Randy felt his heart skip a beat but tried desperately to keep his composure.
Jeff continued.
"And your buddy, John's, well being... that'll be the least of your problems." Jeff finished.
Randy suddenly felt a surge of intense anger at the situation he was in. He was beat up, shot, man handled, threatened,and now they hurt his best friend. He couldn't keep his cool any longer and, what was meant to be a private thought, now became public knowledge as he spewed out something he knew he'd regret saying out loud.
"I'm gonna kill you." Randy responded, low and equally as dangerous as Jeff.
Jeff let out a light laugh and looked over at Moore, who let out a light smirk. Jeff pulled Randy even closer that they're noses were almost touching.
"I hope you have something stronger then words to back up those threats, son, because as of right now... I'm the one who has control."
Jeff let go of Randy's shirt, and Randy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Jeff stood up and gave Randy a kick in the stomach for good measure, as Randy groaned in pain. He had to get the hell out of this. He just HAD too.
"Keep an eye on him." Jeff said to two of them men standing there. They nodded and kept their guns.. and eyes... on Randy.
Randy sat up against the wall behind him and caught a glimpse of the window to the right of him and saw nothing but a blue sky. He wished he could be on the ground enjoying it with his friends and family instead of here, stuck with psychos who wanted nothing more then to make whatever was left of his life hell. He was at a loss of what to do... he sure as hell couldn't escape out of plane in flight, he had no idea where he was going, he didn't know who Jeff was, he didn't know how long he'd be here... he didn't know anything.
