Dawn Of The New Brood
This is my 1st wrestling fanfiction I've ever done. I've watched it for well over 9 years, personally loved the older stuff so I'm writing into more of those areas. I wanted to write something different from what I usually write for a change, try something new. Plus I loved The Brood, as most people I have my favourites and their one of mine. This is around 2001-2002 area, after Edge and Christian split up and the alliance had been tackled down. But with Christian still having his long hair : ) I don't own the people, just created the plot and what's in it, not what really happened in story lines.
A mysterious blood bath happens after one of Christians matches, he didn't do it but who did...? Return of The Brood? What's really happening and who's returned and why? And... Why are some people going missing?
The small blonde peered out of the window, entranced by the scenery outside. It has been a fair while since he'd seen this much snow, he loved it, felt magical. Felt like home. The snow was at least a couple of feet outside the cabin that the young blonde was staying in, some of the snow was even piling up on the outer window sill. The blonde shivered a little and turned to go away from the window now, the coldness was starting to seep through it, if you were to close to the window.
The blonde let out a sigh as he glanced around the luxurious cabin that his best friend had rented out for them to stay in, for their little 'break'. To him he couldn't care less where he stayed right now, wasn't like the place they stay in would really help him in the long run, but his best friend had been insistent that he was not staying in a dump and only likes to stay in something with class. But oh well, what did it matter? They had the money and such for it, might as well.
The long haired blonde felt like he was just getting annoyed with himself, felt like his brain had gone into overdrive and was just going around in circles. The recent events was all he could think about, so many questions that he wanted answers for, and he most likely wasn't going to get them. Not with ease anyway. He could feel himself getting so stressed that at this rate he was going to make himself ill from it. But he couldn't help it... He felt the need to get his mind around things the best he could and this was the best time, now that he was temporarily away from it all.
His best friend had gone out, yet again. He seemed to be constantly on the go and wanting to just go out and have fun, acting like this was a real holiday. He invited him countless times to go with but he just personally wanted to stay in, try and get his mind around the things that had just gone on around him. Plus he didn't really feel so safe anymore... Even if they were in a small town in Canada. At times his best friend just seemed insensitive now, not wanting to sit around and talk with him about what happened and didn't seem to want to think about it. In a way the small blonde just thought that his best friend was finding it hard to accept and didn't want to face it. Not that he could blame him... But what were they going to do when they had to go back and do their job?
He walked over to the sofa and sat down, switched on the TV with the remote. He just wanted to drown out his thoughts. With his best friend being out the silence in this cabin was just a nightmare, it was eerily to peaceful for his liking.
Sadly the TV proved useless because moments later his thoughts had caught up with him again and he was just sinking into them.
The Hardyz were vampires... Each time he thought that the more abnormal it sounded. But how? They couldn't have just become that way by themselves. Were there possibly more vampires around? Yea... He guessed, that's how the species would survive, if you can all them that. And what about Luna being back? She seemed to friendly with them, did she have something to do with that? Whatever, he didn't trust her. He couldn't wait to get out of there! Away from them...
The moment himself and his best friend left that hotel they drove to the police station and gave their statements. He told them about the situation with Edge and that he thought that something bad could've happened to him. He had handed over the note that was supposedly written by Edge but insisted on it not sounding like him and didn't believe it was from him. What pissed him off was the fact that the police didn't seem to be taking him that seriously. They had what they were thinking written all over their faces, that Edge most likely just wandered off without mentioning and should turn up soon for work. He was a grown man, didn't need to be told what to do and he wasn't missing that long. But they took the note anyway and promised to carry out tests on it to determine whether it really was from Edge himself. The blonde felt super annoyed but it wasn't like he could actually tell them everything! And without telling them everything it made it very hard to get his point across. The only one that truly understood was his best friend... They finished their time at the police station to tell them where they were going, so they would be able to get in touch.
At the airport both himself and best friend had called up Vince and had told him what they had thought, that Edge had gone missing. Vince sounded slightly concerned but not to much, obviously thinking that he would just show up and work, Edge never missed his job. Vince however did promise that he'd keep him updated with whether Edge turned up and what was happening and took the number for the cabin they were going to be staying in. Vince also promised that when he did see Edge next he'd pass on the number and get Edge to give him a call.
Things have gotten weirder since he'd been up here in a small snowy town in Canada. Not right where he was but the news that he gotten through the phone. Vince was now worried because Edge didn't show up that night, or any other night recently in fact. That got the polices main attention, finally, and he's been missing ever since. No appearances, no more notes, not even a phone call to anybody...
He was starting to think that possibly the worst has happened, as much as he hated to admit it and wished his hoping could continue. It was strange... Back a couple of weeks ago he wouldn't have had a care in the world if Edge went missing but it's amazing how feelings can grow in such short times. They might not have been perfect but he didn't want Edge to end up the same way that his friend's Lance and Test ended up...
The police had finally phoned today with the results of the testing's on the note that was left in the hotel room. His best friend knew nothing of this though because he's been out since god knows when! They had tested the handwriting on the note and put it against Edge's official handwriting, which Vince supplied. It proved that Edge had not written the note, the handwriting was completely different. Plus they tested for fingerprints and found tons of different fingerprints on there but none matched Edge's. But what was really surprising was they ended up finding a speck of blood in the corner of the note's paper. They managed to test that to but couldn't find a match for the blood speck, that just sent a shiver up his spine. Christ knows where that came from and who it was from and even how it got there. Most likely some of the many questions he'd never find out...
Just that second the small blonde snapped out of his recapping thoughts and felt a pure ice cold shiver go up his spine. He also had the urge that he was being watched and could've sworn that he heard footsteps from behind.
"Hello?" He called out, turning around a little. "Jericho?"
Christian frowned when he saw that no one was there and got no verbal response, obviously Jericho wasn't back yet.
"That's it!" Christian exclaimed to himself in annoyance. "I've obviously been over thinking things to much and been staying in this cabin way to long! Starting to imagine things..."
With that the long haired blonde picked up the TV remote and switched it off, it didn't seem to be doing him any good. He flipped himself off the sofa and went over and grabbed his coat and left the cabin, for the first time in days.
Christian felt the coldness of the snow as he walked along, having absolutely no idea where he was heading to and also... Didn't really care. He'd stayed in the cabin to think things through but as just proven there was such a thing as thinking things to much. Plus he'd been to scared to really walk around, he knew this was a totally different place and that Matt and Jeff weren't up here but... He still didn't feel that comfortable going around by himself due to the more recent shocks and horrors, after Edge going missing. But he had to get out... What could really go wrong up here? No one but Vince and maybe Edge would know where he and Chris Jericho was. Plus he'd been watching WWF, Matt, Jeff and Luna were all still there and doing all the shows and stuff, so it was impossible for them to be here.
The blonde was growing tired after a while, feeling like he didn't have that much energy to begin with. It felt like he was going around in circles in this small town, most likely because he was, the place was so small. Strangely, he never did see Jericho around while on his walk. He found that almost impossible considering how small this place was and he felt like he'd been everywhere in it already! He ended up going into the small park with a frozen up lake. He found a bench and brushed some of the snow off of it and sat himself down. He looked around briefly to see that not many people were around in this area, but that was alright, meant he wouldn't be so disturbed. He breathed in the deep cold air in one big go and breathed out again. Sure he was thinking about the same things again but this was better, fresh air made him feel better than being stuck in that secluded cabin, even if it was luxurious.
"Bit cold for you to just be sitting here, isn't it?" Came in a voice, knocking Christian out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" Christian stuttered and looked to the side of him to see a middle aged old man standing there looking down at him. He gave him a brief look up and down, the man weren't really much to look at. Just an oldish lonely looking man that most likely wanted to chat to some random person, he looked totally harmless.
"Bit cold for you to just be sitting here, isn't it?" The man repeated casually.
"Oh... Well... Not really." Christian shrugged. "I love the snow and cold really."
"Ah, you must be originally from Canada." The man smiled and remarked.
"And you thought differently?" Christian challenged.
"Did at first I guess... I mean with the tan and everything, knew you couldn't have gotten that from here." The man replied with a smile.
Christian just nodded and turned his head again, intending to go back to his thoughts. He wasn't purposefully trying to be rude but he didn't feel like really chatting his problems out with some randomly approached stranger. Like that would be wise! Plus it wasn't this guy's business and he didn't have any desire for other people to really know things.
"Mind?"
"Hmm?" Christian's attention was jolted back to the man, who was still in the same place.
"Mind?" The man repeated, gesturing to the empty part of the bench next to Christian.
Christian looked around the park and noticed that all of a sudden the park had actually gotten quite busy, all the benches were now full except his. Had he been out in his thoughts for that long? And was he so out of it that he really wasn't paying attention to his surroundings?
"Oh... Sure." Christian finally replied, scooting over a little to give the old man a little more room.
"So... If you don't mind me asking... What's a young thing like you wandering around this small town and sitting all by yourself?" The man asked as he took a seat next to Christian.
Christian raised an eyebrow a little bit at the old man but decided it wasn't really anything that serious or threatening. Plus was it really that bad to casually chat to a innocent old man? Not really, most likely wouldn't ever see him again. It wasn't like he was going to be in this small Canadian town for to long. Also... It felt like he hadn't had a 'nice' conversation for many days, what with Jericho almost always being out. And when himself and his best friend did chat Jericho sounded on edge and wouldn't want to chat about what had happened. Which was stupid because he the one that wanted to think things through and have plans!
"You just look like you've got a lot on your mind..." The man added while Christian seemed to be considering what he was going to say.
"Yea... Just had a lot of things going on... That's all..." Christian replied, choosing his words carefully.
"Then you should be out having fun." The man said, making it almost sound like an announcement. "Should be off with friends and stuff, not sitting here on a snow covered bench in a park drifting off into your own little world."
Christian turned his head a little away from the old man and frowned to himself a little. Who did this guy think he is? His father, friend or something? If he wanted to sit and stare off into space and think about his own thoughts then that was his own damn business! "Well... My friends aren't around..." Christian finally replied, trying to ignore the lecture. It was obvious the guy just loved to natter at him and Christian was trying with all his might to remain polite.
"Oh... You must not be from around here then." The old man speculated but didn't seem surprised to hear that comment.
"Nope." Christian replied simply.
"On holiday with family then?" The man continued to pry.
"No." Christian replied bluntly, still trying so hard to be polite. He really didn't like this old man trying to pry into his private business and wish he would just leave him alone to think. Just because he was outside didn't mean he wanted to spill his whole life story! He was out because he needed to get out of the house!
"Then you must be pretty lonely, huh? Your family didn't want to come with you?"
"I don't really have a family." Christian tried to shrug off. "I'm just here with a friend."
"Really? No family at all?" The old man gasped, making it sound like what Christian had just said was close to impossible.
"Well... Only a older brother. But he doesn't know I'm here." Christian shrugged off again. He was secretly wishing that the old man would stop interrogating him already. What he did with his life wasn't any of his business.
"Oh, he must be worried about you." The older man frowned.
"Well it really isn't any of his business on what I'm doing." Christian snapped back, his patience finally wearing thin.
"I bet that's not true." The old man started to tut. "I bet... Your big brother is the closest thing you've got and thinks of you as his most important thing."
"Then you partially betted wrong." Christian snapped again. The old man had overstepped the privacy line, his relationship with his big brother was nothing to do anybody. Plus, talking about his big brother was a sensitive issue right now, especially with him in god knows where at the moment.
"Well I bet that this bet is correct, your parents are dead." The old man shot back but still seemed very cool and composed, as if he was just stating facts. When Christian heard him say that sentence he felt himself go into shock. No one knew that... Except his brother, Edge, that is. He'd never wanted to tell anyone, Edge was the only one that understood... "That's why you're brother regards you so highly. Well... More anyway. He most likely extremely fond of you to begin with and I bet you were close in childhood. Told each other everything, whenever you were in trouble he'd fix it for you."
"H.. How... Did you... You know that?" Christian stuttered in a stunned voice. Who or what exactly is this guy?
"Let's just say... I have a way of telling and knowing mostly everything about a person." The old man replied slyly.
Christian shivered, he didn't like this old man one bit anymore. He thought he looked normal, average, but this was scaring the living daylights out of him! He's never met or seen this man before, yet he knew one of the most personal things in the world about him. "That is none of your business!" Christian yelled back finally at the old man. He just felt a sudden burst of anger and frustration. "Don't you dare tell me how I really feel! And don't you dare talk about myself and my brother's relationship to each other!"
The old man didn't look startled at all by Christian's yelling and protests, in fact... He just sat there and gave him a creepy dark smirk. Christian felt another shiver but this time up his spine, like the Hardyz had done. Christian didn't bother to look or say another word again and quickly jumped up off the bench and started to walk off, out of the park. Anywhere had to be better than there! When the small blonde reached the outskirts fence of the small park he turned a little to look back at the bench he was just sitting on, only to notice the old man was gone. Totally out of sight. How could he move so fast? Plus... The park was strangely quiet now. Where had all the sudden rush of people gone all of a sudden? Christian frowned but turned around and carried on with his walk anyway.
Christian had been walking around for ages now and his feet were starting to really hurt, he felt like there was purely nowhere to go now. This town barely had anything and now he didn't feel safe just sitting down somewhere now. Not after that miserable affair with the old man and the strange park. Christian's eye's flickered around his current settings and noticed a fairly large library right next to him. He felt as if a light bulb had been lit over his head because he now saw that going into a library could be a good thing. It was peaceful, quiet, safe and... Had books that could help himself and his best friend. Christian finally decided to go in.
"Can I help you?" Came in a voice.
Christian looked to the side of him to reveal a middle aged woman holding library books with both her hands. She had glasses on and looked like a typical bookworm, Christian auto-guessed that she must be a librarian.
"Sorry... Didn't mean to startle you or anything." The woman apologised.
"You didn't." Christian replied bluntly.
"I just noticed that you've been wandering around for a little, wondered whether you were looking for anything in particular." The woman continued, was a little taken back by Christian bluntness.
"Well... Actually I am." Christian replied. "Have you got any books on vampires?"
"Vampires?" The woman repeated, raising a comical eyebrow at the young blonde.
"It's for a class project." Christian explained quickly, almost to quickly. He had to lie... "I need basic, all around kind of stuff. You know... Like basic information and so forth."
"I believe we do have some... Come with me." The woman replied, actually buying Christian's story. She walked off and Christian trailed her from behind.
The woman started to pull out loads of different books off the shelves in the 'Myth and Supernatural' section. If only it really was a myth... She set a selection of books on a nearby table for him. "If you need others or anymore, their in this area." With that she gestured her hand to a specific area of books on shelves. "You don't look like around here... Have you got a library card to take out books if you want? We could get you one..."
"I'm... Kind of here on holiday..." Christian sighed, a bit annoyed. The books would most likely come in handy and he didn't have all the time in the world to just sit here and read these ones. Plus it would be good to show Chris Jericho also, see what he thought.
"Oh... Well you could apply for a temp one, for guests and visitors." The woman suggested and gave Christian a warm smile. "All I'd need is the your name and usual address and the address that your staying at while you're in this town."
"No problem." Christian shrugged casually and went over and sat down at the table where she'd set up all the books. "Thanks for the help."
"No problem." She smiled and walked off, leaving the blonde to do what he wanted.
Christian had pawed over most of the books he'd been given on the table and had gone over to the shelves to pick a few extras out, one's that might be relatively useful. It had been about an hour and a half now and was starting to get dark outside, proving that Christian had been out for ages. Jericho might be getting mad with worry, he didn't leave a note or anything... He better get going and should take some of these books out, some were really handy and he needed more time to read and understand them.
Reading so many of them had made it sort of confusing in ways, there were so many different versions about virtually everything vampire. Plus some of the books were totally useless, just talked about it like they didn't really exist, so how would they know really!? And then there were books that seemed unlikely, he'd already experienced it first hand and some of the details didn't match up. But one things for certain from reading all of them was that there were different groups and types of vampire, each having unique skills and forms. But all of course revolved around drinking blood of some sorts.
Christian made a pile of the books that he wanted and took them over to the woman from earlier. He filled out a guest library form to get the guest library card and took out the particular books.
"If you have any problems returning them then please call us and plan to post it back. Or else you will have to be charged and so forth." The librarian reminded Christian, making it sound like a boring lecture.
"No problem." Christian shrugged off. "If I have to suddenly leave or anything I'll post it back to this address and will notify."
The woman smiled and waved good bye as Christian simply left the library and went into the outdoor darkness. It wasn't total darkness but it was working it's way there very quickly. Christian started walking as quickly as he could, not wanting to be out in total darkness. Bad things seemed to happen to him especially in the dark or night time. Plus not to mention the creepiness of that old man from earlier on in the small park... He shivered and tried to pull his coat around himself more to protect himself from the ice cold. It was cold before but now that the sun had totally gone it had turned into what felt like pure ice.
Christian had walked back most of the way to his shared cabin when he felt a pair of eye's almost blaring like into him. His head darted around for a second as he continued to walk along, not finding the cause for him to feel so uncomfortable. But found it when he carefully looked and there was his problem... The old man from before. Christian hadn't seen him clearly before because it was getting dark so fast but he saw him now, on the other side of the street. He wasn't really doing anything in particular, just standing there with his eye's fixed on Christian walking by on the other side. Christian felt severely uncomfortable and darted his head down to the pavement when he saw a sly grin crossed across the face of the old man. Christian hated that old man, gave him the creeps and didn't feel like stopping and having an argument with him. He just gripped his books and walked as fast as his legs could take him, ignoring the man the best he could, even though he could feel the eyes continue to follow him. When he turned a corner he looked quickly behind him and noticed that at least the old man wasn't following him...
Christian balanced his books with one hand and arm and used the other hand to grab his keys from his coat pocket. He slammed it into the lock and let himself in as quick as he could, didn't want to spend a second longer than necessary out there with that old buzzard around. He slammed the door shut and placed the books down on a nearby table and let out a loud sigh to himself, happy to be somewhere safe.
"Christian!?" Yelled a voice from a different room. "Is that you!?"
"Yea!" Christian called back as he took his coat off and went and slung it on the back of a nearby chair.
"Get in here! NOW!" It demanded. Christian didn't worry about who was yelling to him but was worried about why his best friend was yelling at the top of his lungs. Was he that mad that he left without saying anything or leaving a note?
Christian thought Jericho was yelling from his bedroom, couldn't he just come out here and talk to him? He wandered over to Jericho's bedroom and entered, as soon as he did he stopped still and his eye's darted around the room and widened.
"Look at what's happened in here!" Jericho yelled with a massive scowl on his face.
"W... Who did this?" Christian gasped, mouth hanging from the scene. He was now getting wobbly legs from the shock and started to sink to the floor, especially when one particular part caught his eye and made him tremble.
"I have absolutely no idea... I was hoping you'd know!" Jericho sighed and went over to Christian was but still had a massive scowl.
The room was all to familiar to Christian, the scene had already been played before. But there were some differences and such...
Christian could clearly see why Jericho would be pissed off, someone had ransacked his temporary bedroom. Shreds of what used to be a good chunk of Chris Jericho's clothes had flown everywhere in mismatched order. The bed was no longer clean, Christian just shivered at the sight of it.
"W... Was... There a... Well... Body on there?" Christian asked slowly and gestured towards what was his best friend's double bed.
"No..." Jericho stuttered, immediately getting at what Christian meant by it. The hotel room... From before... When Jeff Jarrett's body was found in a bedroom in a state just like this.
Blood had been splashed across the bed but there was no where near the amount of what was there last time. It was solely on the bed and the floor had a few puddles from where it had dripped off the bed sheets and duvet. If there was no body then... Where had the blood come from? Christian shuddered to think, possibly some poor person losing their lives just to solely do this act. But who did this? It surely can't be the weirdo brothers...
"Do you know something about this?" Jericho demanded, making it sound more rough than what he wanted it to be.
"I can't believe you'd ask me that!" Christian exclaimed when hearing the accusation, knocking him a bit out of his stunned status from before. "Why would you think I've got anything to do with something like this? After... It's happened to me personally..."
Jericho felt himself flood with guilt now, how could he accuse one of his bestest friends in the world of doing this? He had a worse version of this happen to him... So this is what it means by letting pressure and stress get to you... "Look... I'm sorry, Chrissy." Jericho apologised sincerely and knelt down next to Christian. "I should know already that you had nothing to do with this... It's just... You were the last one here."
"Doesn't mean I had anything to do with it." Christian snapped bluntly.
"I know..." Jericho sighed, understanding why Christian would be mad at him now. "I'm sorry. Just a bit... Shocked. From all of this. Plus, I was wondering where the hell you'd gotten too... I was worried."
"Sorry..." Christian managed to get out, unsure what to say. The scene still had him very stunned, it brought back to many of the most recent horrible memories. Couldn't say he was surprised though, about Jericho being worried about him. He did just up and leave without saying or leaving a note, and after he'd told his best friend that he wasn't comfortable going outside much and wanted to stay in and think about things. "The house was... Creeping me out." Christian soon realised how weird that sounded after he said it.
"Creeping you out?" Jericho repeated, raising an eyebrow at the comment.
"I don't know... It's hard to explain, I just felt uncomfortable. I kept on feeling like I was being listened in on and being watched and... Felt a shiver, thought you'd come back but it was all in my mind. So... I decided to leave, clear my head... I guess..."
"And you couldn't have left a note?" Jericho accused.
"I'm sorry! I was... I just wanted to get out of here quickly." Christian stuttered a response.
"Wait! You said that you felt like you were being watched and listened?"
"Yea... And it was creeping me out." Christian nodded. "Like, when I was back at the hotels and stuff."
"And you didn't think to check!?" Jericho burst again with a massive frown on.
"Check!? Check what!?" Christian burst right back at him, still not liking being accused of things. "We're the only two people with key's for this place! And there's no signs of a break in! Plus you told me stay out your room, so I did! I didn't hear or see anybody, just a bad feeling!"
"Alright! Alright... Calm down." Jericho replied, seeing Christian get all riled up. "You're right. It's just my bedroom that's been torn up... But why? I haven't pissed off people down here. I bet it was those Hardyz! They've followed our trail and snooped around."
"Impossible." Christian replied simply with shaking his head.
"Impossible? Why?" Jericho pulled a confused face. "They've got reason and motive. And with them being... Well... What they are, god knows what they can do in tracking wise."
"It can't be them. I've been watching the shows in WWF, there's no way that they can be here and in a different country at the same time." Christian explained.
"Both of them?"
"Both."
"Edge?"
"Why the hell would my older brother come up here and just trash your room mysteriously?" Christian frowned. "Plus he's missing and hasn't been back to work so he wouldn't know where I've gone."
"You're right... Just a stupid thought, that's all." Jericho shrugged, now feeling stupid for that last suggestion. "But you have to admit... This is very close to what happened... With you know..."
"Yea, it is." Christian shivered. "To alike. But at least there doesn't seem to be a body or anything, could be a prank?"
"Well if it is I'm mad as hell." Jericho replied seriously.
"Should we call the police about this one?" Christian asked, unsure about this one, this looked much more juvenile and had less work done. Plus much less blood than any other time and this was a first for shredding up clothing and leaving something over the bed, on the walls, except blood.
"What's the point?" Jericho shrugged. "It could just be a prank at that. I mean, the Jeff Jarrett murder was all over the news, someone could be trying to be really spiteful and mimic it. Of course not to the same level. Plus there's no body and... I'm not even sure that's real blood."
"Not real blood? You're saying it's possibly fake?" Christian questioned with a stunned look on his face.
"Well... Yea. I mean, look. It's kind of more watery like... And plus I always thought real blood would smell, give off a stench." Jericho explained, gesturing to the blood on the bed.
"Come to think of it... You're right! Blood does cause a stench and wouldn't look that transparent!" Christian agreed, remembering his hotel scene.
For a few minutes the two blondes just stood there in silence, looking around the room. Along with Jericho's clothes getting shredded quite a lot of his stuff had been flung about and tossed everywhere. Someone searching for something?
Jericho suddenly frowned when he noticed something and walked over to one of the bedside tables, knocking Christian out of thought at the same time.
"What's the matter, Chris?" Christian broke the silence with his asking.
Jericho didn't verbally reply and kept the frown on his face. He picked up a quite clean piece of paper off the bedside table, so that's what got his attention... Christian realised.
"Looks like our 'prankster' here has left a note." Jericho replied and walked back over to where Christian was, by the door. Christian stood up totally next to Chris Jericho as his best friend unfolded the just acquired piece of paper. Both stood and read it once it was open.
"Dear Jericho,
Consider this a warning. Nothing personal blondie but when you get in the way of Christian you become a problem. Understand? Before you get hurt for REAL.
Xxxxxx"
"Oh my god!" Christian gasped, unable to resist a set of shivers. "It mentions both of us in that... Their threatening you."
"... Well they can threaten all they like but all they'll get is a fuck off!" Jericho retaliated.
"Maybe it would be best for me to go off by myself..." Christian mumbled, being horrified could still clearly be seen.
"What!? Are you insane? No way!" Jericho protested, looking at Christian directly in the eye to show he was serious.
"Look... Whatever is happening is obviously not going to stop, no matter where I am." Christian replied sadly. "It's to much of a risk for you to be around me."
"No, Christian." Jericho replied bluntly. "I don't want you to get hurt!"
"And I don't want you to get hurt!" Christian slammed back.
"No means no, Christian!" Jericho yelled back in protest, making it very clear that he wasn't going to back down.
Christian went silent after Jericho yelled at him, he'd never seen his best friend so angry before. Why couldn't he see what he meant? He just wanted him to be safe, not dead because of him.
"It's that symbol again." Jericho said bluntly, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over them, and pointed at a symbol that was on the wall, above the double bed. Christian just gave a creep out glance at it and his eye's darted back down from it. He knew the symbol all to well... "That one was on Edge's note."
"Yea..." Christian replied slowly. At first he had thought it had been painted straight on to the wall above Chris' bed but when glancing at it the second time he saw that it was on a gigantic piece of card. Done in thick red paint onto the card, obviously not carefully painting it because some lines looked clumsily done.
"You know what that is, don't you?" Jericho accused out of nowhere, catching Christian's creeped out glares at the symbol. "You know what it means... Don't you?"
"..." Christian just kept his eyes glued to the floor and didn't say a word.
"Christian... I think you need to tell me some things..." Jericho tried to say softly but still made it sound like a demand.
Christian knows more than he's letting on but will he tell Jericho? Plus, what was with that weird, creepy old man?
Note I know in real life that neither Jay or Adam's parents are really dead. It's only in this story, for the Christian and Edge character's, where they play brother's.