Rating: R

Randal swiped the long blade of a dagger against a towel in his hand, his eyes watching closely as he carefully cleaned it of the fresh blood from his latest victim that lay dead on his back at his feat and hated that even as he did this, he thought of Cody. Every second of every day that had passed since he'd successfully run him off he'd thought about him, he thought about touching his soft warm skin, kissing his perfect sweet lips over and over, making passionate love to him, seeing his beautiful face light up when he smiled...Fuck. He was torturing himself, he knew, and he couldn't stop. He didn't want to. His precious love had brought so much back to life within him, he'd given him such hope that he'd actually forgotten how wrong what they were doing was and even dreamed about what it would be like to actually have Cody. Big mistake-HUGE mistake because now he couldn't imagine his life without him. Now he couldn't find peace even when he killed because nothing was as good as what he felt when they were together, nothing even came close.

Thinking back he realized not even Justin, the bitch that started all of this, the heartless tramp that tricked him into falling in love with him and left him at the alter, not even he had ever made him feel so...euphoric like Cody did and that was saying something because he'd thought he's truly loved Justin... But, it was Justin who turned him into a fool before the whole town, it was Justin who's actions consequently turned him into the monster that crept about in the night, the monster that was content in killing to find peace, the monster that had killed him while he slept. And he hadn't an ounce of remorse. Only dreams of a different life where he wasn't so damaged and heartless, a life where he didn't face devastating loneliness day in and day out because he'd been damned by the ones he loved so long ago...

Sometimes, the loneliness was enough to make him want to hang himself or even drag the blade of his favorite dagger over the crucial veins of his neck... But then, how would his enemies suffer? How could he have peace if the ones who'd wronged him didn't pay for their transgressions and suffer at his hands for their betrayal? That just wouldn't do. THEY created him, they had to pay, all of them had to SUFFER, and they had no one to blame but themselves.

He plopped down in a chair along side a small table in the corner of the room, setting his favorite dagger that was now clean in his lap and pulled out a rolled cigarette he'd snagged from his latest victim and lit it, taking a long drag that he let out slowly as he lent back and propped his feet up on the table, smirking as he caught the glimpse of blood on the back of his hand. He'd been especially brutal tonight, his victim's body was a mangled, broken mess, completely soaked in blood from the life ending stab wound to the neck...The sight was gruesome, grotesque...FITTING for this particular person he'd had the displeasure of meeting before he'd escaped more than ten years ago. A prison guard-THE prison guard who'd rammed a knife into his mouth and nearly tore his cheeks apart from the inside. He was lucky he escaped before they cut his tongue from his mouth as they'd so often threatened to do, but his victim, he hadn't been so lucky. His tongue, was the first thing he went for.

A sick smirk spread over his lips as he brought the smoke to them again and took a long drag, wondering if he should call it a night or perhaps maybe scratch another name from his dwindling list? He hadn't much else to do...

The list lay on the table, his most recent victims name already scratched out and only followed by a few others that he wasn't quite a eager to get to.

He snatched the list up with a sigh, scanning over it before folding and tucking it in his sweater pocket, tonight was finished and it was time to go, the sun would break over the horizon and take away the safety of the night and he hadn't the time to make to anyone else's.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall pay Mr. John Cena or that crazy fuck Batista a visit?

He flicked the smoke across the room and went to get up, the dagger forgotten and slipped from his lap and fell with a loud clash that echoed as it bounced against the floor, he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath as he reached to retrieve it, "Justin, Justin-Do you love me?" He jerked back in the chair as he heard his own voice ringing in his ears, immediately fighting the memory that always hit him so suddenly, "Yes baby, more than the world needs the sun." He cringed, he could smell his skin, taste him on his tongue, "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be mine forever? Will you marry me my love?" His mind forcibly threw him into the memory and jumped ahead to the night he'd gone to try one last time to get him back, his hands finding the arms of the chair and clung to them so hard it hurt as that horrible night played out all too vividly over his minds eye. "Justin please don't do this, I love you so much." He was on his knees in the dirt, begging, pleading for him to reconsider and come back to him, surrounded by his new husbands friends and hired hands, all ready to tear him to pieces for his intrusion.

"How could I possibly want a no body like you?"

Justin broke his heart all over again and he remembered barely being able to breathe as he'd brought himself back up to his feet, "You don't want me?"

"Why would I?" Justin asked with a laugh and gave his new husbands arm a tight hug, "Look at him and look at YOU. He's a real man, big, strong, RICH." He smiled, rubbing against him sensually with an aroused moan, "Hung like no tomorrow. And you?" He laughed, rolling his eyes, "My god you're fucking pathetic! Why on earth would I want to be with YOU?"

"You said you loved me!" He'd reminded in a voice that was hoarse and heavy with desperation, "You said you wanted to be with me forever!"

"Uh, hello, I was LYING." Justin revealed with a chuckle and a all too smug smirk. "I only said that so you wouldn't realize I was only with you to help me real husband Wade. I NEVER wanted to marry you."

He shook his head profusely, and vaguely knew he was doing so along with the memory, "Justin PLEASE, everything has been taken from me, you're all I have! Please! Don't do this!"

"Randal really," Justin said with a dramatic sigh as he moved slowly down the steps of what used to be HIS home, "Give it up, you're making a fool out of yourself and I'm very BORED with this-"

"Justin please! I can fix this! I can get my money back and take care of you I swear it!"

"I don't want you to take care of me!" Justin screamed as he closed the distance and put himself in his face, standing on the tips of his toes to reach it. "I despise you! I LOATHE you and just the thought of you ever touching me again makes me SICK!"

He swallowed hard, tears he was powerless to stop fell slowly from his eyes, streaking down his cheeks and he had let out a strangled breath, the only thing he could manage as his heart fell apart within his chest. "Justin-"

Justin found his ear, he felt him press his lips to it and heard him whisper so cruelly, "Go back to your shack, commoner, before my husband has his men tear you apart."

"Please don't do this Justin...I LOVE YOU."

But Justin didn't listen and he didn't care, he'd pretended to reach for a hug, his lips curling into a wicked smile as at the last second he cruelly shoved him into the waiting arms of the angry men surrounding them and just as soon as he had, they took him down to the ground and beat him. He screamed, howled, cried out for Justin over and over until he could no longer, watching him stand aside with his new husband, laughing at him, egging the brutal beating on with loud cheers and encouraging applause. He remembered reaching for him as he started to lose consciousness, fearing he would surely meet his end this way and hoped that in his final moments the love of his life would take pity on him and comfort him as he passed...

He had no idea how WRONG he'd been.

Justin didn't comfort him, no one did, he was taken to prison, to the torture cell that he'd only ever heard horror stories about and strapped to a table. When he awoke he'd tried to break free, he'd tried with everything he had to tear through the leather straps around his wrists and ankles-But it was no use, they were too tight and he was far too weak and bruised to do more than thrash about, groaning for mercy, pleading for his love to come and save him... And that was when he met David Bautista, one of the last people on his list but certainly not the least deserving of the gruesome demises he had planned.

David had lent over him, dragging the tip of a wide dagger along the muscles of his stomach, letting it skip painfully over the skin, cutting him but just barely breaking the skin. He remembered never hating anyone so much as he stared up at the dangerous eyes of the man he knew would finish off the last ounce of humanity he had left and at that moment made his first vow of revenge. David had mistakenly ignored him, a sick smile spread out over his face as he dug the tip in deeper along the lines of his chest, "I hear you like to steal from the rich..."

He clawed his fingers into the ground as snapped out of the memory just as fast as it had taken over-Shit, how'd he end up there? He couldn't remember but he was some how on his hands and knees, letting out a deep scream he didn't remember starting, his entire body so tense, so hard with rage and agony. He jerked up as the scream ended, shaking, out of breath, and barely had the idea to pull himself to his feet to get the fuck out of there before someone came along and found him. His hand blindly found his dagger as he used the table to pull himself up, carefully tucking the blade into the sheath around his boots under his jeans before he tore out of his victims house, heading off to the one place he knew he could hide from his painful past and find peace, the only place he was ever truly happy...

The sun had just begun to rise when he reached the tree below Cody's window, frowning when he saw it was dark behind the curtains but knew better then to even think about checking in on him. The room would be empty-He didn't have to look to know that Cody was with his new husband, and it would have killed him to see that. The stables, their stall, was just beyond the fading shadows and he was brave enough WALK towards it, taking his time as he looked around the land that was once his, scanning over the house he used to call home, silently begging for Ted to see him and give him an excuse to take him out. Sun rising or not he'd cut his throat, he'd make the exception.

He reached the stable doors, turning and looking around once more before he went inside, letting out a sigh of disappointment as his intrusion went unnoticed and he made it through the door safely. It was still very dark, the light from the sun still too weak to spill through the windows and fill the eerily dark atmosphere but did little to stop him or slow him down. Carefully creeping along the isle he listened for the sound of the horses in their stalls, looking for their stall, their secret place where he'd always found peace after falling in love with Cody again and again, but it was deafeningly silent, the ringing in his ears so loud he couldn't even hear himself breathe. Or was he holding his breath?

All the stalls were dark, their doors left open- he squinted to see through the dark, gasping as he gazed down the line and found that every one he could see appeared to be, empty. What the hell? He took off in a run down the row, looking into each stall and searching for any sign of Cody's beloved horses, his heart sinking when he nearly reached the end and still found nothing, not even a brush or a bucket for oats. What the fuck? He stopped when he reached their stall and found it closed, his heart racing as he grabbed the door and gave it a hard tug, growling angrily when it refused to open. It was locked, the entire inside empty and void of any signs of life, even the hay that normally covered the ground had been cleaned up and taken away, not a single straw left behind.

Shit.

With a heavy groan he fell against the door, reaching up and curling his fingers into the spaces of the wires as he gazed inside the empty stall, his heart sinking even deeper into despair. I don't blame you Cody, I would have locked it too...But your horses love? How could you give them away? You loved them, oh love you worked SO hard to train them. Why punish yourself like this? Was it me? Did I ruin and taint the only good thing you had so badly that you couldn't bare to step foot in here again? If only you knew how sorry I am, if only you knew how much I truly LOVE you.

He scoffed at himself, releasing the door and turned around to lean against it, letting his head roll around on his shoulders to ease the tension building there again. Fucking idiot. So what if Cody knows how you feel about him? So WHAT if he knows how much you love him! You're a fucking KILLER and he's TERRIFIED of you. He'll NEVER understand! His hands came up and covered his eyes, his fingers curling into sharp claws that dug into his brow. He never loved you you fucking idiot! He loved getting back at his fiance, that's what he was all about and you'd be even more of a fool now than you ever were if you believed any different. Think about it Randal, HOW could he possibly love YOU? The REAL you?

"He can't."

HE DOESN'T.

"He never will."