"Hello, mate!"
"Hi!, Is he awake?! heh heh"
"Come on, wake up!"
"When I say wake, you say up!"
"OK!"
"Wake!"
"UP!!!!!"
Hunter shot up suddenly. What the fuck?!
"Do you need a ride, mate?," A blonde pirate. "I have a lovely stretcher right here if you need a ride," he lightly touched a dirty, beaten down stretcher behind him. Sitting there was two young men and a young lady.
"Hi, heh, heh!" the girl jumped down from the stretcher with a wild look on her face. Her eyes with perfect circles and her mouth was gapping open in an elated smile. "My name is Mickie,"she touched her chest lightly. "These are my friends Paul London and Brian Kendrick."
"This is our leader, Paul Burchill," said the dark headed boy who she identified as Paul London.
"Good Day," Burchill tipped his pirate hat. "I assume that you are the great and mysterious Hunter Herse Helmsley."
"Yeah," Hunter rubbed his eyes and attempted to stand up. "That would be me," Burchill helped him to his feet. "My real name is Paul Leveasque but, that would make too many Pauls." He must have gotten so drunk last night that he passed out on the street. Christ, what the hell is to become of him?
"Well, Mr. Helmsley," Burchill smirked. "The pleasure is all mine."
"I've heard sooooooo much about you," Mickie jumped for joy.
"Yeah, when I say Hunter, you say rox," Brian folded his arms triumphantly as if he had jusr said something clever. "Hunter."
"Rox," London added.
"I'm flattered," Hunter folded his arms and studied the posse before him. Not a bad looking group. Strange but their posse seemed to make sense.
"I thought that you left Spirit City after well," London looked down as if he didn't think it was polite to mention Shawn's death.
"It's okay," Hunter's eyes fell. "I can't leave. Not yet. I need to find out who killed him. It's all that consumes me now. Shawn was everything to me we were-"
"Lovers!," Mickie shouted. London and Kendrick looked away suddenly.
"Best Friends," Hunter finished.
"Well, Friend," Burchill put a comforting hand on Hunter's shoulder. "We have heard so many things about your greatness. I'm sure that you will find the one who wronged you and your legendary friend, The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels."
"Do you have any idea who could have done it?" Brian asked with a tilt of his head.
"Sometimes..." London looked away. "I go and visit The Undertaker. He-he sometimes tells me things about people."
"Paul," Mickie put her hands on London's shoulders. "What do you mean you visit The Undertaker."
"What?!" Brian looked surprised and almost angry.
"I clean his house for him," London looked at them disapprovingly and everyone including Hunter looked away ashamed of their dirty thought. "He said that it was a plot to lure Hunter. Something about gang wars," London shrugged.
"He's right," Hunter grimaced, holding back his mounting rage. "The night Shawn died. In the hospital, he said something about the guys we were working for. We would jump back and forth from Vince McMahon's a gang and Paul Heyman's gang. They always wanted our help. With us, they could control the streets. We didn't care who we were working for, we only cared for the money and the partying. The night he died, he left to cover some buisness with Vince McMahon. I told him it was dangerous but he assured me that he was going to be fine. The next day after Shawn's death, I went to see Vince but he told me that Paul had done it thinking that we were going to leave his gang. You know, we did it all the time. It was all just one big DX joke. No one really got hurt. We beat people up, humilate them but it never seemed like someone was really going to get hurt. But then-," Hunter stopped himself. Why was he telling these people of all people these things? He could barely even tell himself. He looked at them. Shawn would have liked them, he was sure.
"Who do you think did it?" Paul London asked.
"Look it mate," Burchill laid another hand on Hunter's shoulder. "Whatever you need, The Rat Kids are always here for you." He was refering to them. They called themselves the rat kids...interesting.