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: Thanks for the reviews! What's this? Oh, a short chapter. :( Sorry, but I think you all will rather enjoy it. ;) Enjoy!
John, Mickie, Abby, Adam, Punk, Charity, and Rey moved through the woods still at a slow pace. Everyone was exhausted – it was the middle of the night, after all. Mickie couldn't stop thinking about what she had said to John, her mind in a whirlwind as she helped him walk. Pain covered every inch of his face as he tried to support some of his own weight. There was an eerie silence in the air, one that everyone couldn't help but be afraid of.
They all were thinking the same thing… Where was the murderer?
"I'm exhausted," Rey mumbled as they came to a partial clearing. He stopped short, sitting down.
"What are you doing?" Charity exclaimed quietly. "We can't rest now."
"What harm will five minutes do us?" John was quick to agree in his pain-slewed voice. He sat down carefully, almost instantly rubbing his injured leg. "Fuckin' hurts."
Mickie sighed quietly, looking at Punk. "What are we going to do?" she mumbled quietly.
Punk leaned against Charity, his lower back throbbing. Little shoots of pain made him feel as if he was in utter agony. The mood was grim… no one dared to speak of what would happen next. No one wanted to speak at all. They had been trekking through the darkness for what seemed in an eternity to them. No water or food, all were hungry and thirsty.
"I hope the others are safe," Charity told Punk, her heart racing. She had never missed Matt, Jeff, and Shannon more in her life.
Punk smiled a little at the young girl. "I'm sure they're fine. I wouldn't want to cross Matt when he's angry."
Punk's attempt at humor again wasn't helping Charity feel any better. Something told her then they should have never split up, that somehow as one solid group they would all be together and safe again.
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Ashley Blue wandered aimlessly through the woods, her neck throbbing where the murderer had picked her up. She had no idea where she was and wasn't fond of her brand new blue flats getting dirty in the mud. "Stupid fuckin' trip," she muttered, stepping over a root. "I didn't even get with John yet! This is so not fair."
She sighed, sitting down on a tree stump, her arms quickly falling into a crossed posture. Her lips formed a pout, one that looked like she would be ready to throw a temper tantrum at any moment… and she would, given the audience.
It was then she heard the sound of a twig snapping with the accompanying of the rustling of leaves. Ashley's head shot up, her bleach blonde hair falling in tangles over her back. "Who's there?" she snapped defensively.
Silence followed. She stared out into the pitch blackness around her, frowning even more when no one answered her.
"Probably Punk Boy," she determined. "You're so fuckin' funny! Think you can scare me? I'm not easily scared, you dipshit!"
Another twig snapped.
"Oh come on!" she said in a more ditsy voice. "Stop it. It's too fuckin' late for shit like this. Unless John is with you… go away."
Someone snickered in the woods. Ashley's eyes narrowed. "Stop it!"
Her cries became more hysterical as the person laughed. It sounded so familiar to her but at the same time, she couldn't place it. Then a person stepped through the darkness, coming straight up to her. They smiled, though it was more devious. Ashley, in her hysterics didn't happen to notice this, only was glad to see someone who she sort of recognized.
"Oh my GOD! I am so glad you found me. I've been wandering around here forever looking for—"
The person shook their head.
"What?" Ashley asked. The person lifted a finger, pointing just beyond Ashley's head. Slowly, the blonde turned to look. And just as she was caught off-guard, a foot slipped beneath Ashley's left foot, sending her face-first to the ground.
She shrieked in protest as this happened. "My Nobe! You broke my nobe!" Blood gushed from Ashley's nose as she stared up at the person above her. She watched stupidly as the person went toward the woods, grabbing something from just beyond a tree. The bloody ax. Ashley shrieked, her mouth open wide as it could go. "No! Please, oh no, no! You're the murderer… it's you! How could you… what in the world?" Her fingers were still covered in blood as she scrambled backwards, seeing the person swing the ax toward her. Nothing told the woman to run, nothing told her to get up and make a run for it. "Please don't kill me!"
The person cocked their head to the side. "Why not?"
Ashley crossed her arms together. "I am too young, for one. For another, I still need to see John Cena—"
"He's not interested in you!" The person snapped, anger rising quickly. "He's never going to be interested in you."
Ashley smirked. "I always get what you want."
"You keep thinkin' that, Princess." The person growled again, taking the ax into the air. Ashley screamed as it came down on her, killing her instantly. And though it killed her instantly, the scream was heard from one of the groups. With a smile, the murderer looked down smugly at Ashley and walked away, ax swinging freely in one hand.
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