A/N: The death of Hunter is enough to make anyone happy. And eat after it too!!
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Chapter 9- The Feast
"What are we doing with these ashes?" Heath asked Matt.
"I've got no idea," Matt replied.
"Maybe we'll be using them in some sort of spell," Justin murmured.
"That sounds about right," Dave answered. "The spell that Chris will be using to control the other wrestlers and Divas."
Chris looked up. "Correction, Dave. The spell that Wade will be using to control the other wrestlers and Divas. With the exception of Regal, Carlito, Christian, Miz, and Ron, of course."
Now even Wade was in shock. "Me?" he asked.
"Yeah," Justin replied. "We all seemed to think that you have some mystical force surrounding you. And Lillian can see your darkened aura much more than we can."
"I think that's because you've become Chris's right hand and Dave's second in command already," Phil assured him.
"Is that true?" Wade asked.
"It is," Chris said. "The second you cast that spell, Dave and I had no doubt that you would be such an asset to both of us."
"That's an honor you know we'd all take," Darren whispered.
"And you got lucky, dude," Skip said.
"Very lucky," Chris continued.
"Anyway," Michelle said, clearing her throat. "Are we feasting or what?"
"Yes," everyone shouted. "But on what?"
"Roast rabbit with mint sauce, Caesar salad, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. I had to force one of the local liquor stores to find a few hundred bottles of mead as well," Michelle explained.
"That sounds like something you would do," Randy muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michelle shouted.
"It means you used your feminine ways—again," Ron replied.
"How would you know about that?" Michelle asked.
"Uh, hello? Woman, you paraded around Greenwich as Vickie "Miss Excuse Me," Guerrero for the last couple of weeks. How was that not noticeable?"
Michelle blushed. "Oops, forgot about that."
"No worries," Dave said. "Forget about that at the moment, and let's eat, shall we?"
"That we shall."
Once everyone had settled down and taken seats, dinner was served. There wasn't much being said, since everyone was too busy eating.
After the dishes were cleared, Chris called for a toast. "To all the rookies," he said. "I salute you. You have done well in your first assignment. May you be successful in all your other ones."
Dave stood up. "To Wade, who proved how lethal he can—and will be—in all future endeavors."
Everyone cheered.
"Hey, Wade," Darren whispered. "What are you planning to do next?"
Wade pondered the question before answering. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea yet...maybe prepare a spell that will cause Santino to inflate and blow up."
John laughed. "I'll pay to see that."
Phil nearly choked on his dinner. "Really? Santino blowing his chunks, literally."
Everyone else began laughing.
Dave snickered. "That would be something I would have done to Hunter, but the idea of him dancing to death was funny."
"Of course you would think that," Randy muttered.
"And what would you have done?" Dave countered.
"Stuck sharp spikes into his body," Randy replied.
"Hah! I've done that before—but into a bird," Darren said.
"Aw, poor bird," Skip murmured. "Imagine what we could do to some random person if we did that."
"I know," Darren replied. "Can we do that to someone instead?"
"Ask your commanding officer," Chris informed him.
"Wade," Darren said. "We gotta do that."
Again, all eyes were on Wade. "Okay. Pick a victim, and we'll go from there," was all he said.
"Good. You heard him," Chris said. "Go find someone—not anyone in the glass jars."
Darren and the others went off to find someone to torture. Wade, however, stayed behind to contemplate on the spellwork he had worked on.
"Need time alone?" Dave asked.
"Yeh."
"Well, then, we'll let you alone to your own devices," Dave said.
"Thanks, Dave. I think I'm going to go to my room and study some more."
Dave watched him leave. "That kid has a lot of potential."
Chris walked up to him. "You said it."
Just then, Michelle ran up to them. "I just had a vision."
"Of what?" Dave asked.
"The next match you should make."