*WARNING*: Suicide attempt

DISCLAIMER: I dont own the title of this chapter, "I can sleep when Im dead" and i also dont own the quote made by Ranse Truman in the Suffering video game. As I said in the last chapter, I took out the word Abbott, just a little side note for anyone new reading this. :) I dont own anything.

"North Jersey's high homicide rate is well known. But only whispered is its staggering suicide rate, which is highest of any prison in America."

Drew started to move toward Sheamus as Sheamus stepped back. "Your poisonous gas vs My knowledge...lets see who wins." Sheamus said as he gripped on one of his motlov cocktails. Drew then blew an amount of posionous gas at Sheamus, but Sheamus ducked the attack, and thanks to his quick thinking threw a motlov cocktail on the ground creating a fire wall between Drew and Sheamus. Sheamus smirked at Drew in victory. "Looks like my knowledge wins. Better luck next time McIntyre." Sheamus said as he climbed a ladder out of the basement. Sheamus closed the basement door and clenched his injury. He looked at the numerous amount of blood spilling through his bandage. Sheamus shook his head, with the amount of blood he lost, he's actually surprised that he's not dead yet. Sheamus then took his little travel bag and digged through it for his bandage wrap and wrapped it around his injury. "I am not dying...not now." Sheamus said as he shook his head. Sheamus then stood up and with his Tommy Gun in his hand. "Bring it on demonic monstrosities!" Sheamus said as he loaded his Tommy Gun.

Meanwhile...

Randy and Shane walked down the halls of North Jersey Correctional. What happened? Where did these creatures come from? Was it because of the earthquake? "Have you ever been pushed to the limit when you want to-" Jack paused as his voice just came out of no where. "Who's there?" Shane said as he pointed his gun around the room in alarm. "Just kill someone. When you get mad, you just want to rip someone apart with your bare hands? Have you ever felt that way before Randy?" Jack asked. Randy shook his head disgusted at Jack's question, he never had came to a point in his anger when he wanted to kill someone, which is one of the reasons why Randy believed that he didnt kill Sam and Alanna. I mean sure, Sam and Randy had their ups and downs in their marriage, but Randy never in his life came to a point when he wanted to just visously murder Sam and Alanna.

"No well, maybe you're not like me. You're doing good though Randy, but watch yourself, this prison can eat your soul." Jack said as he screamed in pain as electricity shock him. Randy thought about what Jack just said. "You're doing good though Randy, but watch yourself this prison can eat your soul." I wonder what Jack meant by that, is he warning me? He's certainly not trying to manipulate me, and lead me astray like Drew McIntyre. This is one of the reasons why I need to find Sheamus, half the stuff I hear just confuses me. Dont get me wrong, I do understand what people are trying to say to me, Im not stupid. But when people like Jack Swagger and Drew McIntyre say stuff to me I dont understand it at all, its just plain werid.

"Theres a difference between those who feel safest in the dark and those who feel safest in the light. Which are you Randy?" That I absoutely didnt understand at all, that question Drew McIntyre asked me. Sheamus said that Drew was trying to bring out the bad in me when he asked me that question. I dont know anymore, maybe Dr. Striker or Sheamus can clear this up for me. Shane and Randy walked into a room where a room full of inmates and CO's hung themselves. And I thought homicide was the highest crime in America, I thought homicide was the main reason why so many people are in jail today. Maybe I was wrong. Suicide was now the highest rate in North Jersey and in America...Wow all these deaths, all these dead bodies just hanging off the ceiling saddens me. They could of at least tried and escaped. Seeing these bodies made me hold my head as I now was starting to have sucidal thoughts myself.

Shane saw the look on my face and realized what was going on. "Randy, come on! Dont think that way. Dont you think that way Randy! We can do this! We can make it out together I know we can!" Shane said as he shook Randy. What if we never make it out? What if we all just turn up lying dead in any minute? We'd be doing this for nothing then. I took my gun, took out all of the bullets and left one bullet in there. I closed my gun and loaded it as I pointed it to my head. "Wait stop! Randy dont do this! You know we can make it out of here alive! Come on Randy dont give up now!" Shane yelled. I didnt listen to him, my hands grew sweaty as my finger rested on the trigger. "Pull the trigger." I heard a voice that sounded very much like Drew's tell me. "Randy dont do this-" Shane said as I pulled the trigger. I had a vision of bloodshed on my apartment wall, and I heard Sam's voice. "NO! You got to think about what your doing!" Sam yelled. Nothing happened, luckily.

Randy opened his eyes as he still finds himself in prison with the gun still pointing to his head. Randy looked at the gun as his eyes widened. Was this what Jack Swagger was trying to warn me? After all, the prison drove him to insantiy which caused him to kill his daugther. Was this happening to me? Was this place driving me to insanity very slow at this minute? I dropped the gun as I backed up against the wall, and fell to the floor holding my head."Randy..." Shane said as he went foward to me. Randy pushed him away. "Im sorry Shane. I-I dont know what I was thinking when I did that." Randy said as he held his head. "Look, Shane. I have a friend in this prison. His name is Sheamus, and he's in here, alone, dying. We have to find him." Randy told him. Shane shook his head in agreement. "Alright." Shane said as he held up his hand to Randy. Randy grabbed Shane's hand as he pulled him up.

There were shrieks as there were a group of slayers surrounding Shane and Randy. "Back to back." Randy said as him and Shane stood back to back killing all of the slayers.

Meanwhile...

Sheamus walked through the halls as he approached Dr. Striker. Sheamus stared at him blankly and pointed his Tommy Gun at him. "What do you want?" Sheamus asked. "Where is Randy Orton?" Dr. Striker asked. Dr. Striker took a step toward Sheamus as Sheamus took a step back still pointing his gun at Dr. Striker. "What do you want with Randy?" Sheamus asked. "He's diagnosed with IED, and now with slight paranoia which is slowy growing strong at any minute. My mission is to simply cure him." Dr. Striker said smirking at Sheamus. "No. I dont trust you. With my knowledge, I can cure Randy myself. Leave Randy alone, and dont try any games like McIntyre." Sheamus said as he moved his Tommy Gun closer to Dr. Striker's face. "Mark my words." Sheamus began to walk until he stopped. He turned to Dr. Striker, "Dont get in my way either Striker. Or I will be forced to kill you." Sheamus threatened as he walked away.

Wow. Im glad Randy thought about his action. And thank goodness Sheamus remains alive! Review please! :)