Here is a slightly longer chapter. Thank for all of your reviews, I really do appreciate it. Enjoy! x
Randy could hardly hear anything. Everything was all blurry and almost in slow motion. At least that was the way his mind registered it. He felt that he was being dragged by some people. They were hanging on to him tightly and moving fast. He could also hear laughing in the background. In less than a second he could identify its source. It was Wade's laughter. He froze.
Where am I? He thought. He would hate to admit it but he was actually scared but at the same time he felt safe. At least he felt a bit safer than before, which seemed impossible with Wades presence still around. He lifted his head and saw Punk. His arm was covered in blood and he was running fast while grabbing hold of Randy's arm. Why is he here? Randy silently thought to himself. He was never friend with Punk, they barley even spoke. Then he turned to see John. He was relieved to see him but he also saw the sense of urgency and fear on Johns face. What could possibly make John this afraid?
He heard a small click echo in his mind and then he felt heat. He had this instinct that told him he was flying but not for long. He suddenly felt the ground against his face. It was rough ground covered in small stones. He looked up to see fire. Everywhere.
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John was coughing as he rubbed his eyes. They obviously were out of the warehouse. He guessed the actual explosion pushed them out of the actual warehouse, they never could have run this far. He looked down to see Randy with a confused look on his face and Punk with an expression of pain.
"Punk?" John tried to say but it only came out as a whisper followed by some coughs.
Somehow Punk heard this and replied "I'm fine John, I just hit my arm."
John nodded and turned his concentration to Randy who was now rubbing his face trying to get the smoke out of his eyes.
"We are going to have to get out of here before we choke to death. "He said with seriousness in his voice.
He picked up Randy again and they started moving until they heard a second explosion which made them fall again. They looked up and saw the place where they had just previously been covered in bigger flames
"Don't worry John, just keep walking"
They both shook it off and continued till they thought they were at a safe distance. They sat a bit further away from the fire and tried to get more comfortable. Punk looked around at the fire while John tended to Randy who was slipping away from consciousness. Punk observed closely and watched as the flames grew even bigger. They had walked past Wade's car and sat on a patch of grass from it.
"Wade's car" Punk whispered
"What?"
"Oh shit, JOHN! RUN!"
John didn't question the tone of Punks voice and he ran as fast as he could while dragging Randy along until he was once again picked off his feet and dropped roughly back to the ground.
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Randy felt something once again. Something familiar. He felt pain. He realised that he had moved from his latest position. He looked and saw Wade's car in flames. Then he slowly turned around to see both Punk and Cena on the ground. He finally lost all strength in his arms and dropped his head to the ground again. He was tired and in pain. He just wanted this nightmare to end.
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John slowly picked himself up still feeling the effect from the concussion he had received earlier. He rubbed his eyes again and got in a seated position. Punk looked very pale and was either unconscious from blood loss or he may have knocked his head on the ground. He looked at Randy who was face first into the rough ground. He turned Punk onto his back and then started to crawl to Randy. He grabbed Randy and started dragging his closer to punk. Then he just sat there with both Punk and Randy lying next to him. He dropped his head into his hands and quietly sobbed. So quietly you wouldn't even notice if you didn't spot his shoulders shaking.
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John almost jumped out of skin when he heard sirens. Several fire engines drove up followed by some ambulances and a cop car. Someone must have reported a fire. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Let them go, son "a paramedic told him.
John then released his tight grip on Randy and Punk not realising he was even holding them. He was helped to stand by one fireman and sat close by near Randy and Punk. He watched as the medics started to bring stretchers and neck braces. It seemed all too real for him. He wished this was a kayfabe. Couldn't this all be acting? He had teary eyes as he watched both men being stretchered off and put into the ambulances.
John then felt that he was being helped up and was directed towards an ambulance. He sat down with his head still hung down. When he looked up he saw Randy lying there strapped down to a stretcher. He could hardly recognise him. He was so pale. Also the blood and mud was everywhere on his body. John then realised he was being handed and oxygen mask as well. He took a deep breath and felt much better.
"Just a short drive to the hospital, then we will clean you and your friends up" he heard a voice say.
Then he sat straight and titled his head back. He let out a sigh of relief followed by a small smile. They were going to be safe now.
One more chapter left ! just warning you