DISCLAIMER: I decided to use the note made by Ranse Truman in The Suffering video game. However I did take out the word Abbott and replaced it with North Jersey since they are in North Jersey Correctional prison and not Abbott. But still, I don't own anything. The creature name "Slayer" belongs to Midway.

"They prime us to kill each other and then smile when we do. But I don't blame the psychos, or the gangs, or even the hacks. North Jersey Correctional sucks us all down."

Randy walked down the bloody halls of the prison. "Hold it right there inmate!" Shane called as he pointed his gun at Randy. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Randy yelled as he turned around with his hands up.

"There is a bloody situation here and this place is crawling with those freaking things and CO's are still trying to put me behind bars!" Randy yelled.

"Everything is under control just-just get back in your cell!" Shane demanded. Randy began to walk toward Shane. "Last time a CO told me that everything was under control he ended up dead in a split second!" Randy yelled as he pushed Shane's gun out of his hand.

Before Shane could get it, Randy had already pulled out a shot gun and held Shane at gun point. "Look its clear we cant kill these things alone. So you have a choice. Kill or be killed. Take your pick." Randy said as he loaded his shot gun.

Shane just looked at Randy, shaking his head. "Look I don't want to kill you, but my life is on the line here-" Randy said as Shane cut him off.

"For your information, your body has been on the line ever since you stepped foot in this prison." Shane remarked. "You are on death row."

Randy smirked at Shane and shook his head. "What is your name?" Randy asked.

"Shane McMahon." Shane replied. "Well Shane McMahon, its not smart to make a smart ass comment to a person who is holding you at gun point." Randy said. "If your going to make this harder on me, then I have no choice but to take the easy way out just by simply pulling this trigger." Randy's smirk grew into a smile as he placed a finger on his trigger.

Shane shook his head in disgust. "Look at you," Shane paused. "Maybe you did kill your wife and child." Shane remarked. Randy clenched his fists in anger, instead of pulling the trigger, he took the shot gun and whacked Shane in the back of the head.

I decided not to kill him, even though I threatened to kill him. But something told me not to...killing Shane would be something Drew would want me to do, his twisted soulless self takes pride whenever he kills someone, and I'm sure he'll take pride if I killed someone. I am nothing like Drew McIntyre and I never will be.

Shane held his head as Randy realized he was reaching for his gun. Randy ran downstairs as Shane pulled out the gun and started to shoot at Randy, missing every single shot.

"If that's the way you feel, then you should be killed!" Randy yelled. There were shrieks as a slayer approached Shane from behind. Randy realized this as he slowly approached the upstairs and spotted the sword legged creature behind Shane getting ready to strike.

Randy glared at the creature as he prepared to attack. The slayer jumped on Shane, as Shane fought it off for a minute. It tried to force the sword into Shane, who was seconds away from death until he heard a gun fire. The slayer fell to death, a pool of blood formed around the creature.

Shane wiped the remaining blood off his face as he looked up to see Randy with his hand stretched out toward him. "I could of taken care of him myself." Shane said in a low tone.

Randy stared at Shane blankly. "Yeah, you sure had him. If you recall a sword being inches away from your throat, then yeah." Randy said sarcastically as Randy pulled Shane up.

Randy crossed his arms and smirked at Shane as Shane brushed his uniform off which was very dirty and bloody. Randy cleared his throat.

"So..." Randy began.

"So?" Shane shrugged his shoulders at Randy.

"I just saved your life. A thank you is owed." Randy said as he continued to smirk at Shane. "Gee, thanks." Shane rolled his eyes. Randy shook his head and frowned.

"You CO's are so selfish. You should be thankful that you are alive. I could've just let you die." Randy said as he loaded his shot gun and put it behind his back with the rest of his deadly weapons.

"I guess I shall be going. Can't just sit here and waste time." Randy began to walk before Shane stopped him.

"Wait." Shane said as Randy stopped and turned around to face Shane. "Yes?" Randy smirked. "I know I'm not a big fan of you inmates...but you're right, we cant kill these things alone, its better if we kill them together." Shane said.

Randy smirked for a minute and then his face grew serious. "Come on..." Randy said in a low tone as him and Shane entered into another hall way through a door.

Meanwhile...

Sheamus walked alone through the halls as blood trailed behind him. The Irishman was injured pretty bad, he was lucky to make it out of his cell, alive, when the slayer attacked him. Sheamus walked into a control room and came across Molotov cocktails, and a Tommy gun. He grinned as he equipped himself with the two weapons.

While walking, he stopped when he felt cold metal suddenly form on the right side of his head. Sheamus looked to the corner of his eye and seen an inmate with a gun pointed to him. Sheamus immediately recognized the inmate.

"Montel..." Sheamus began to say as he looked at the young inmate. Montel looked like he was a crazy, an insane inmate with nothing to lose.

"Montel...don't do this. We can break out of jail and finally be free. And you can finally get the help you need, this place has already messed a few people up Montel. Drew has gotten to you!" Sheamus yelled as he held his injury with one hand.

"Don't kill me Montel...I can help you! I can make you well!" Sheamus exclaimed as he backed up.

Sheamus pulled out his Tommy gun and pointed it at Montel. "Montel..er..MVP..." Sheamus paused. "I don't want to do this to you." Sheamus said shaking his head.

"I don't want to kill you." Sheamus said. MVP pulled out a grenade. Sheamus looked below him and realized there was a door to a basement that was right below him. Sheamus shook his head.

"They want us to kill each other MVP! Drew wants us to kill each other and take pride when we do!" Sheamus yelled. MVP smiled at Sheamus deviously. "Its obvious that I cant get to you MVP. It saddens me that a man like yourself who could be so successful in life... just decided to throw his life away." Sheamus said as he crouched next to the door.

MVP threw the grenade on the ground as a little timer went off. Sheamus quickly opened the door and went inside the basement when the control room exploded.

Randy and Shane felt the ground kind of shake.

"What was that?" Shane asked. "I don't know. It sounded like an explosion." Randy said.

I hope Sheamus is alright. I also hope the others are okay as well.

Sheamus shook his head as he explored the basement. Green fumes started to form as Drew McIntyre appeared.

"Hello..." Drew paused as he took a deep breath. "Ssssshhheamus." He pauses once more, stressing out the first two letters in Sheamus's name.

"Drew McIntyre." Sheamus glared at the man formed in the gas. "Why are you doing this? Why are you driving innocent people into the world of insanity?" Sheamus asked when he paused. "

Why do you enjoy killing people?" Sheamus asked. Drew breathed so sinisterly one would mistake him to be the 'Green' version of the Devil himself.

"Because...I like that feeling I get when I kill people...when I get blood..." Drew paused deeply breathed again. "On my hands." Drew then moved toward Sheamus.

"But your time is up Sheamus." Drew smiled as he laughed evilly.

Oh no! Whats Drew going to do to Sheamus? Will he be able to make it passed Drew alive? Lets hope for the best. Review.