AN- Chapter 5....already? Well, I'm writing this at 2am, so I'm sure there
are going to be many mistakes. I just felt like posting it. I couldn't
really add more to it........I like to leave off at a cliffhanger ;) For
those Edge-heads out there, you won't be seeing too much more of him from
now on. I'm thinking of him having a "walk-in" moment.......still debating.
Anyway, enjoy my only short chapter!
Disclaimer: Whatever.
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An exhausted Edge walked quickly to the room he shared with his brother. He needed a shower after that intense match, but, he felt the oddest feeling to check up on Christian. He was carrying his black coat in one hand, wiping the sweat off his brow with the other.
When he entered the room, he immediately felt a flash of unease. He spotted Christian's sleeping form, the covers all messed up from where he tossed and turned. Nightmare, perhaps? His eyes focused on the bottle and he chuckled. He threw his coat absently into a nearby chair and walked over to pick up the lid. Christian was always leaving things around. Don't know where he got it from, he thought with a smile. He picked up the bottle in his other hand. That was just.......
Wait.
"No, it....he wouldn't....." he said out loud to further increase his disbelief. He dropped the lid and popped two pills into his hand. He looked from the pills to Christian and back to the pills.
These weren't Excedrin.
Sleeping pills? He stared at the pills dumbly. Sleeping pills?? Why?
He clutched the pills so hard in his fist he felt the damned things break and crumble. Damn! He wished they were as close as they once were; him and Christian. Then he would be able to know what Christian was going through; his torment.
He watched the pills, now more dust than solid, float to the ground. Edge quickly put the lid back on the bottle and gently put it in it's usual place on the desk. He crouched down, looking into Christian's sleeping serene face. He brushed one strand behind his brother's ears and shook his head.
"Sometimes, you can't do everything on your own, Chris."
He got up and started to walk the door. Just as he reached it, he heard Christian moan in his sleep.
"...ker.....no....."
He turned quickly around, hoping to hear more. But the scrunch left his face, returning once again to the serenity it was earlier. He shook his head sadly again, and walked out of the room. As he was walking to the shower room, his mind drifted. 'Ker....Ker....' Who? After a few moments, he turned around and stared at the room door.
Naw, it couldn't be.........................Could it???
He laughed at his foolishness and continued on his walk. But the unease still drifted in his mind.
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Undertaker got up from his bike, and walked out of the room with his usual big strides. Damn, he needed a stiff drink. Well, Steve wasn't on tonight, so......that meant whatever the WWF Management had would have to do.
It was times like these he, along with many others, missed Steve Austin. The guy was such an expert on beer......it was almost unsettling. He walked through the curvy, twisty hallways, letting his mind wander. He had his head down, thinking about beer, Wrestlemania, anything *but* Christian. Of course, trying *not* to think of Christian, made him think of the young blonde.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure following him.
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How many times are you going to tell yourself this? Oh well, he replied in his mind, it needs said.
You're.....a Dead Man Walking. Or, might as well be. You're following The Undertaker! Even after the severe beating you got by both him and Christian.......do you have a death wish?!
Well, I must, DDP thought to himself. The plan would work, it would........
Wait.
What was the plan!? Oh, yeah. He would follow Undertaker until they got into an enclosed area. Then, DDP would shut out the lights. Why? Well, for protection, of course! Of course, his mind instantly thought of the complications.
(light not near door.......he went into a public area........or worse, He Caught You!)
Well, he'd let the future decide all that. All he knew was, it was time to play match-
(Are you planning on dying???)
maker.
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Ric Flair was blonde was......or was that his son? Wait......
Was he being followed??
He stopped, and listened. All he could hear was his own breathing......but that, of course, meant nothing. Undertaker held his head up, and laughed silently. If someone was following him, they were either a. dumb as hell; b.Lacking a brain;c. all the above. No matter. If they wanted to fight him, they can just bring it.
He knew that was the Rock's saying, but oh well. He continued his walk to the lounge area, letting his mind drift again. As he neared the door, he paused with his hand on the handle. He was tempted to look, perhaps catch a glimpse of who was following him. He smiled and shook his head. He opened the door and walked immediately to the Beverages table.
He was ready for anything. Even passing out free lessons in school.
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DDP was glad he wore extra deodorant. That........was.......*close*!! He could feel the sweat under his arms and on his forehead.
The blood under his nose, of course, had been washed off. He had straightened up somewhat before heading out on his journey. DDP quickly closed the distance between him and the door. He looked inward, his body hidden, to see if Undertaker was watching.
He wasn't. With a deep breath, DDP ran inside, slamming the door behind him.
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Undertaker smiled as he felt eyes on him. When the door had slammed, he must admit, he had jumped slightly. He was about to turn to see who his stalker was. But before he could get a glimpse, the lights were flicked off.
He stood still, waiting. Showdown.
A showdown in the dark. Both advesarys blinded. Undertaker found that he didn't like those odds.
Disclaimer: Whatever.
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An exhausted Edge walked quickly to the room he shared with his brother. He needed a shower after that intense match, but, he felt the oddest feeling to check up on Christian. He was carrying his black coat in one hand, wiping the sweat off his brow with the other.
When he entered the room, he immediately felt a flash of unease. He spotted Christian's sleeping form, the covers all messed up from where he tossed and turned. Nightmare, perhaps? His eyes focused on the bottle and he chuckled. He threw his coat absently into a nearby chair and walked over to pick up the lid. Christian was always leaving things around. Don't know where he got it from, he thought with a smile. He picked up the bottle in his other hand. That was just.......
Wait.
"No, it....he wouldn't....." he said out loud to further increase his disbelief. He dropped the lid and popped two pills into his hand. He looked from the pills to Christian and back to the pills.
These weren't Excedrin.
Sleeping pills? He stared at the pills dumbly. Sleeping pills?? Why?
He clutched the pills so hard in his fist he felt the damned things break and crumble. Damn! He wished they were as close as they once were; him and Christian. Then he would be able to know what Christian was going through; his torment.
He watched the pills, now more dust than solid, float to the ground. Edge quickly put the lid back on the bottle and gently put it in it's usual place on the desk. He crouched down, looking into Christian's sleeping serene face. He brushed one strand behind his brother's ears and shook his head.
"Sometimes, you can't do everything on your own, Chris."
He got up and started to walk the door. Just as he reached it, he heard Christian moan in his sleep.
"...ker.....no....."
He turned quickly around, hoping to hear more. But the scrunch left his face, returning once again to the serenity it was earlier. He shook his head sadly again, and walked out of the room. As he was walking to the shower room, his mind drifted. 'Ker....Ker....' Who? After a few moments, he turned around and stared at the room door.
Naw, it couldn't be.........................Could it???
He laughed at his foolishness and continued on his walk. But the unease still drifted in his mind.
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Undertaker got up from his bike, and walked out of the room with his usual big strides. Damn, he needed a stiff drink. Well, Steve wasn't on tonight, so......that meant whatever the WWF Management had would have to do.
It was times like these he, along with many others, missed Steve Austin. The guy was such an expert on beer......it was almost unsettling. He walked through the curvy, twisty hallways, letting his mind wander. He had his head down, thinking about beer, Wrestlemania, anything *but* Christian. Of course, trying *not* to think of Christian, made him think of the young blonde.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure following him.
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How many times are you going to tell yourself this? Oh well, he replied in his mind, it needs said.
You're.....a Dead Man Walking. Or, might as well be. You're following The Undertaker! Even after the severe beating you got by both him and Christian.......do you have a death wish?!
Well, I must, DDP thought to himself. The plan would work, it would........
Wait.
What was the plan!? Oh, yeah. He would follow Undertaker until they got into an enclosed area. Then, DDP would shut out the lights. Why? Well, for protection, of course! Of course, his mind instantly thought of the complications.
(light not near door.......he went into a public area........or worse, He Caught You!)
Well, he'd let the future decide all that. All he knew was, it was time to play match-
(Are you planning on dying???)
maker.
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Ric Flair was blonde was......or was that his son? Wait......
Was he being followed??
He stopped, and listened. All he could hear was his own breathing......but that, of course, meant nothing. Undertaker held his head up, and laughed silently. If someone was following him, they were either a. dumb as hell; b.Lacking a brain;c. all the above. No matter. If they wanted to fight him, they can just bring it.
He knew that was the Rock's saying, but oh well. He continued his walk to the lounge area, letting his mind drift again. As he neared the door, he paused with his hand on the handle. He was tempted to look, perhaps catch a glimpse of who was following him. He smiled and shook his head. He opened the door and walked immediately to the Beverages table.
He was ready for anything. Even passing out free lessons in school.
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DDP was glad he wore extra deodorant. That........was.......*close*!! He could feel the sweat under his arms and on his forehead.
The blood under his nose, of course, had been washed off. He had straightened up somewhat before heading out on his journey. DDP quickly closed the distance between him and the door. He looked inward, his body hidden, to see if Undertaker was watching.
He wasn't. With a deep breath, DDP ran inside, slamming the door behind him.
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Undertaker smiled as he felt eyes on him. When the door had slammed, he must admit, he had jumped slightly. He was about to turn to see who his stalker was. But before he could get a glimpse, the lights were flicked off.
He stood still, waiting. Showdown.
A showdown in the dark. Both advesarys blinded. Undertaker found that he didn't like those odds.