DISCLAIMER: I dont own the creatures Slayer or Nooseman. They both belong to Midway.
Sheamus ran down the halls, bloody from the gruesome brawl with the Slayers. Sheamus then spotted John Cena who was walking down the halls in quite a hurry. "John!" Sheamus yelled. John looked up at the ceiling and then at Sheamus. "Sheamus! Look out!" John called. Suddenly a creature appeared from the ceiling on a string which grabbed Sheamus by the neck and started to choke him pulling Sheamus off the ground at the same time. The creature looked like a man, execpt the creature's flesh was red and his body was cut in half. John shot at the creature, dropping Sheamus. Sheamus began to cough as he looked at the creature. The creature was indeed a man with red flesh and with his body cut in half. His abodemn showed his limbs just dangling from it. The creature pulled himself up to the ceiling as it disappeared in a pool of blood which happened to be on the ceiling. Sheamus stared at the ceiling as he took out his notebook.
"What is that thing?" John asked. Sheamus then looked at John. "Noosemen." Sheamus replied describing the creature and his first expierence with it. Sheamus closed his notebook and looked at the ceiling again. "Keep a look out for puddles of blood on the ceiling." Sheamus said as he put his notebook in his bag. "What happened to you?" John said pointing to Sheamus's injury on his abodmen. Sheamus clutched his injury. "I got stabbed by one of those Slayers. This guy had a huge, sharp blade and littearly thrusted it in me." Sheamus explained. John looked at Sheamus's injury. "Dang Sheamus. That looks pretty bad." John said. "Lets not talk about my injury. I have hopes that Im actually going to remain alive." Sheamus said eyeing John sternly. "Im sorry." John said and gave Sheamus an apologetic look. "Dont worry about it. The best thing is for us to stick together. Its the only way to remain alive." Sheamus said as he tossed John a revolver he came across.
John loaded his two revolvers and put it in his pockets. "Need anymore ammo for that gun?" John asked. John went over to the locker he opened and tossed Sheamus Tommy Gun ammo. "Thanks." Sheamus put the ammo in his bag. "Come on, time is our enemy." Sheamus said as he and John walked off.
Meanwhile...
Randy walked the halls as the halls suddenly grew deathly quiet. Randy turned around and suddenly realized that Shane was not behind him. "Shane?" Randy called. Randy looked around the whole room incase Shane just happened to appear out of no where. Where could Shane be at a time like this? Did he happen to run into one of his partners? One of the CO's? Randy wondered. Randy then started to run back as he continued to call for Shane. "Shane!" Randy called. He jogged until he came across a black rose and a trail of blood leading in front of it. Randy kneeled down right next to the trail of blood and exaimed it. "Fresh blood." Randy said to himself as he looked up and stared off into space. He then looked at the rose, as soon as he did he had a vision. He seen Maryse cluctching on to the black rose and ripped of the pedals. Randy then remembered his encounter with Dr. Striker, Drew, Jack Swagger and Maryse. "Do it for Sam." Maryse said. I remember her holding something at that time. What was it? A black rose...oh no...Shane! Randy stood up quickly and followed the trail of blood.
"Shane!" Randy called. After minutes of running, he stopped and seen Maryse kiss him on the cheek as Shane layed in a group of black roses. Maryse stood up and turned to Randy and gave him a innocent smile. "He's dead." Maryse informed Randy. Randy clenched his fists. "What did you do to him?" Randy asked. "Oh, I didnt kill him. But I played a part in his death. I just simply lured him here and..." Mayrse paused as green fumes formed next to Maryse as Drew appeared. "Drew McIntyre." Randy shook his head disgusted. "Why? He has done nothing to upset you and you kill him?" Randy yelled. Drew chuckled as he took a deep breath. "I had to do it Randy..." Drew paused deeply breathing sinisterly. "He wasnt interesting enough..." He paused again as he deeply took a breath. "Not like you." Drew smirked.
"You son of a-" Randy began to say before he was cutted of by the sound of Dr. Striker's voice. "Randy, I need to see you. Its important." Dr. Striker replied. Randy followed Dr. Striker's voice as he approached a room filled with inmates. "Lets experiment shall we?" Dr. Striker said as he suddenly appeared on the floor. Randy looked at all of the inmates, and he could tell they were scared to death. Dr. Striker approached an inmate. "This young fellow..." Dr. Striker paused as he stroked the deathly feared inmate. "Is diagnosed with severe Psychosis. Poor thing has been terrified with the hallucinations and the delusional beliefs that has been clouded his poor mind. Sadly this inmate is a waste of my time as I was never able to cure him." Dr. Striker replied. The lights flickered as Randy seen a hallucination of blood shed. The inmate must have seen it too, as he slowly fell to his death. "Oh poor thing." Dr. Striker shook his head.
Dr. Striker then approached another inmate as the inmate backed up in fear. Randy watched him and wished he could do something to help, but he wanted to be cured. After all, he is suffering IED, slight paranoia, and now a tinge of psychosis and Dr. Striker was his only hope. "This poor soul is diagonosed with Dementia, a personality disorder and has been paranoid with the events occuring in this prison." Dr. Striker explained. The lights flickered again as another hallucination occured. Randy held his head as he watched the inmate fall to his death. "Oh! They just keep dying on me!" Dr. Striker complained. Dr. Striker approached another inmate, the last and final inmate. "Hmmm...this young man seems to be expierencing the same disorders as yourself...best to leave him alive." Dr. Striker said as he walked out and closed the cage door. Fire then appeared at a door which seems to be the only way Randy could escape.
"Hey! Striker!" Randy yelled. "The only way for me to cure you, is to have me observe you further...you know think outside the box." Dr. Striker said as he walked off leaving Randy trapped. "Striker! Let me out!" Randy called. Randy could already feel the heat rising. I guess he is right. Looks like I just have to sit here and think myself out of this situation. Randy sat down against the wall thinking his way of getting out of here.
That sucks for Randy. He's all trapped now. It also sucks for those poor inmates who died. Man...anyway review.