Disclaimer:I only own the OCs in this story. I own Charity Burns. I don't own any WWE stars, or anything involved with that stuff. This is for my own sick amusement. :)

A/N: I hate Mondays. :( Blah. All I feel like doing is sleeping. Gah, gah, gah! I will stay awake for RAW tonight. Grr. ANYWAY, onto the actual story, I'm liking this chapter again. And I'm updating alot. Should I be worried that I'm having so much fun with this? Hmm, and I'm coming to my next victim... *giggles evilly* THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS. Enjoy!

They ran as fast as they could, despite all the injuries they had. John was struggling to even stand, seeing as he was losing more blood by the second. The wound he had got was deep, the blood plentiful. And since the sound of someone running behind them didn't fade, it only made it seem more painful for him.

Punk was easier to move. He could, it was painful too, but it was just easier. And Adam was just sore, so running wasn't an issue.

"Oh God, please help us!" Abby cried loudly, her feet tired from all the running. She stumbled forward, trying to keep her balance. She entered the contest for fun, not to be racing for her life!

Another cry was heard as Mickie tried to keep John from falling. Instead, he collapsed to the ground, holding his bloody leg in pain. He let out a string of profanities, seeing the person who was coming toward them thrashing through the woods. "Go," he instructed Mickie in a gruff voice, "Go!"

She shook her head. "No, I won't leave you." Funny how Ashley was no where to be found.

"I said go, Mickie!" he snapped, pushing her with his blood-covered hand. It left a mark on her white t-shirt. She looked fearfully at the incoming person and then took off, cursing herself the entire way. Up ahead, Punk, Charity, Rey, Abby, and Adam were all hidden beneath a large root, watching as Mickie ran off, but not far. It looked like she had another idea in her head.

And she did. Mickie looked around desperately for anything she could attack the person with. Anything to get him down on his knees, if only for a moment. She loved John. She knew it then as he was near his own death. She wasn't going to let him die without a fight. If she could help him survive, she would. She pulled a large tree branch from a rotting tree, her mind in a whirlwind. Just out of her view, she could hear John struggling to fend the murderer off him.

The small brunette ran forward, the large piece of wood battering in her small hands. She got closer to the person. John noticed this and his eyes widened in disbelief at her idea and if he could have, protest. Then, she took the branch and swung it at the person's head with all their might. The murderer fell to the ground, the ax being thrown from their grasp, down a small hill.

They didn't move. Mickie wasn't sure if she had truly knocked them unconscious or not, but she wasn't going to risk it. She pulled at John and dragged him to his feet. "We need to move," she said softly, her eyes covered with soft tears. He gripped onto her, his body a flash of red. A contortion of pain covered his face as well did dirt and grime.

Together, they walked slowly toward the others. "You could have killed yourself," he muttered, limping slowly.

"I don't care," she rebutted softly. "I wasn't going to let you die."

"If you would have gotten hurt…"

"It would have been in good taste, at least. At least I didn't let the man I love die."

Instantly, regret filled Mickie's face. The wrestler couldn't believe she had just admitted her longtime feelings to John, especially since she knew he was happy with his fiancé, one he was set to marry in a few months. She looked away as he stared at her, face shocked.

"You like me."

It wasn't a question, more-so a statement.

Mickie shrugged, still very embarrassed. "I guess so."

John sighed, placing his hand over hers. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it, Mickie."

She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. "It is embarrassing. You're engaged and I'm a grown woman crushing on an engaged man. You can't get much worse than that."

John shrugged, slowly making his way toward the others. "I don't really know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," Mickie rushed out, "Just forget I ever said it."

John wanted to press the subject further, but something in Mickie's scared eyes told him not to. So instead, he tried to focus on anything other than his and Mickie's pain.

Soon enough, everyone else rushed out of hiding and came up to John, talking a million miles a minute. Rey Mysterio was speaking in Spanish, for what seemed to be a prayer. The group continued to walk in the darkness, slowly, yet surely, their eyes all glazed over. No one had any idea what to do anymore… they weren't safe at the house and the others were somewhere else… who knows where else?

"Hey," Charity finally said her voice very quiet.

Everyone stared at her. "What is it," John asked gently, his voice full of pain. It was evident on how much blood he had already lost, the color nearly drained from his face. They had covered the gash, but the damage was done.

"Did someone move Triple H out of the kitchen?"

"No," John answered.

"He wasn't in there when we passed through before. I'm sure of it."

Mickie gasped. "The murderer might have moved him," John said glumly. "Probably wants to do sick-fucking-things to him."

Abby shook at the thought, her eyes brimming with tears yet again. Adam Lamb pulled her closer, his cut-covered arm over her shoulder as they walked. Terror covered every inch of their tired bodies and dirty faces. How long could they wander through the woods until they got help… or worse, the murderer found them?

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The other group walked on just as tiredly. Shannon Moore couldn't get the worry out of his mind over his girlfriend. He felt stupid for leaving her, not matter what his beliefs were. She trusted him to protect her and even with Punk, he felt he let her down. He'd do anything to get back to where she was, anything to be holding her right then.

Especially since if he had to look at Adam (Copeland) and Marnie smiling at each other like hungry dogs one more minute he was going to lose his mind.

Also, he couldn't help but be intrigued by Matt Hardy's sudden interest in one of the fans. He had been talking non-stop with one of the girls—Ayla Sarver—and he seemed pretty happy doing so as they searched for help. Part of him couldn't help but wonder if maybe Matt had found himself a crush. But he dismissed this, thinking maybe everyone was just searching for a friend at the moment.

He averted his gaze to Jeff, who had been talking with Melina, the younger Melody trailing not too far behind, her head hung low. She didn't seem to be too talkative with anyone, but that could have been because of the death of her brother. He felt for her, he truly did.

It was then he decided he was going to go back to the house for Charity. He didn't care if he had to fight for his life along the way. He wanted to be with his girlfriend.

"Hey," he said, coming up to Matt, smiling at Ayla. She smiled tentatively, not looking too pleased at the same time at the interruption. "I'm going back to the house."

"What?" Matt asked. "You can't, Shannon, its dangerous!"

"I don't care," he snapped back. "Look, someone can go with me. I won't go alone. Groups are safe, remember?"

"I'll go," a soft voice said. Both looked up to see Melody coming their direction. "I want to."

Matt sighed. "Shannon, please."

"I'm going to get Charity. I don't want her there without me… I… I don't want to…"

Matt somehow began to understand. Shannon thought without Shannon to protect Charity, something would happen. But could he really let him go back alone? It was just too dangerous… right? "Have someone else go with you," Matt suggested. "I don't want to see you hurt."

"I won't get hurt. Me and… Melody will be fine. I'm not stupid."

A sigh escaped Matt's lips. "Shannon… trust me, I don't think—"

"Trust me," Shannon interrupted. "Charity is my girlfriend. I love her and I won't be able to live with myself if something happened and I wasn't there to protect her. Please, understand me here Matt. I need to do this. And quite frankly, I'm going with or without your permission."

"Go," Matt said softly, noticing the strange determination in his eyes. He couldn't stop him. Shannon was hardheaded, more so than Matt.

"Thanks," Shannon said, looking at Melody. "I'll—we'll be fine."

Shannon and the ever-so quiet Melody walked for a while in silence. She didn't seem too eager to speak and Shannon wasn't going to start a conversation up with the girl. She seemed so broken and small – he wasn't going to try to play a game with that. So they walked… in strange, unbelievably quiet silence.

That was, until she disappeared.

He was mystified when he looked back at his side to see her gone. Shannon stopped, looking around him, seeing no signs of the girl anywhere around him. "What the…?" he muttered. "Melody?"

His soft voice wavered into the night. "Melody, where did you go?"

There was something that told him she went back to the group, maybe she didn't want to travel with him like she had thought. It wasn't a long walk – and he hadn't looked at his side in a while. Since she didn't like talking it seemed, it didn't surprise him that she trailed off like she did. "Girls," he muttered.

He continued his walk until he came up to the house, seeing the door hacked to pieces. Alarm filled him instantly and he ran forward, coming inside of the house as fast as his body let him. "Charity!" he yelled loudly, looking around the entire bottom floor. She was no where to be seen, of course.

Then he saw the blood that actually happened to belong to John Cena on the floor. "Oh God," he moaned, falling to his knees. "I'm too late."

A sound startled him. A figure was behind him, a large figure dressed in all black, a ski mask covering the majority of his features. The figure seemed hazy in their actions, lurking forward – toward Shannon. Shannon stumbled to his feet, wondering why he didn't listen to Matt. He stumbled backwards, trying to get anywhere, anyway to get from the person before him.

"What do you want?" Shannon cried out. "Please, leave me alone. I didn't do anything to you."

Then it dawned on him. The person had gotten Melody along the way! They had killed the quiet girl without him even knowing. They followed him to the doorstep and were ready to make their second kill. Shannon cursed a few times, desperately trying to come up with anything to save his life.

The person lunged at him, a small knife in their hands. It swiped Shannon's arm, fresh blood suddenly coming out. He yelped this time, the pain was so intense!

"Please," Shannon begged, crashing into the mantle where a fire had burned not too long ago. It was dark inside now, ashes the only thing that remained. Somehow, he wondered if that was symbolic as he staggered out of the way.

The person crashed down on him, but he was able to slip forward, his head colliding with the end of a table, tearing his skull open. The person went head-first into the fire-place, the collision making a sickening thud – the sound of a breaking bone. Where, Shannon didn't know but he wasn't going to wait around and see. His head was throbbing, the blood pouring in his eyes but he knew he couldn't stop. He didn't want to end up like Brian, Paul, or Jayden. He had to get out of there. So he ran out of the backdoor, into the darkness, like some of his friends had done only a half hour before

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A/N: Poor Shannon. I really beat him up in this chapter, lol. Hmm, I smell trouble... haha. Some secrets will be revealed soon enough... and that's about it... What will happen? ... READ AND REVIEW, UPDATE I SHALL. ;)