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Vince is a genius; I am merely a follower. Amen.
A/N: Once again, a million thanks to the people who reviewed. If you didn't review, it's your funeral....just kidding. You know I wouldn't do that, right? .....Right??
Chris's friends didn't know what to do. The man was crying! In front of them, no less. They had no idea on how to comfort him or anything of that sort. They didn't have too long of a time to feel awkward; Chris dried his tears pretty quickly. He sniffed once or twice, and then sat up on the bed.
"Guess I look kind of stupid huh?" He asked. His friends chuckled.
"Nah, man. That dream was kind of freaky though, the way you acted it out." Kurt said. The others nodded in agreement. Chris smiled.
"It was that bad huh?" They nodded.
"What the hell happened, man?" Jeff asked. Chris sighed and the smile left his face.
"Sit down. All of you." He told them all that he had experienced throughout the course of his dream. After he was finished, his friends still didn't know what to say. Chris felt a little awkward himself about telling his friends about a nightmare he'd had. He felt like a little kid. Chris Benoit was the one who broke the silence.
"Chris, I believe you about your sister." He said.
"Why should you? You don't know-"
"But I do know, Chris." Benoit said, cutting Chris off.
"What do you know?"
"I know that Lisa is alive."
"How do you know, other than the fact that I told you?"
"I saw her in the lobby the other day Chris." Benoit said. Irvine looked closely at his friend. He was telling the truth. "I saw her and I knew who it was immediately, but I thought I was seeing someone who looked an awful lot like your sister because your sister is supposed to be dead." Chris looked at the other Chris. Irvine slowly stood. His face was turning red with rage.
"She was here? And you didn't tell me?" Chris yelled, his face now turning a purple color. Chris didn't wait for the answer. He simply grabbed a coat and walked out of the room. As soon as Chris left the room and slammed the door, he was knocked unconscious.
**Back in the room**
"Man, what is up with Chris?" Jeff asked. The others shook their heads.
"I think that this thing about his sister is eating him alive and he just can't let her go." Kurt Angle said.
"I agree." Chris Benoit said.
"Maybe that since he was in the same place his sister died in, it brought back his feelings of sorrow for her." Lance Storm suggested. Everyone's eyes were on him. He started to stare back at them, until he noticed that they weren't staring at him, they were looking behind him. They were all looking at Matt. Blood was running down his throat. His throat had been slit. He was dead.
A/N: Once again, a million thanks to the people who reviewed. If you didn't review, it's your funeral....just kidding. You know I wouldn't do that, right? .....Right??
Chris's friends didn't know what to do. The man was crying! In front of them, no less. They had no idea on how to comfort him or anything of that sort. They didn't have too long of a time to feel awkward; Chris dried his tears pretty quickly. He sniffed once or twice, and then sat up on the bed.
"Guess I look kind of stupid huh?" He asked. His friends chuckled.
"Nah, man. That dream was kind of freaky though, the way you acted it out." Kurt said. The others nodded in agreement. Chris smiled.
"It was that bad huh?" They nodded.
"What the hell happened, man?" Jeff asked. Chris sighed and the smile left his face.
"Sit down. All of you." He told them all that he had experienced throughout the course of his dream. After he was finished, his friends still didn't know what to say. Chris felt a little awkward himself about telling his friends about a nightmare he'd had. He felt like a little kid. Chris Benoit was the one who broke the silence.
"Chris, I believe you about your sister." He said.
"Why should you? You don't know-"
"But I do know, Chris." Benoit said, cutting Chris off.
"What do you know?"
"I know that Lisa is alive."
"How do you know, other than the fact that I told you?"
"I saw her in the lobby the other day Chris." Benoit said. Irvine looked closely at his friend. He was telling the truth. "I saw her and I knew who it was immediately, but I thought I was seeing someone who looked an awful lot like your sister because your sister is supposed to be dead." Chris looked at the other Chris. Irvine slowly stood. His face was turning red with rage.
"She was here? And you didn't tell me?" Chris yelled, his face now turning a purple color. Chris didn't wait for the answer. He simply grabbed a coat and walked out of the room. As soon as Chris left the room and slammed the door, he was knocked unconscious.
**Back in the room**
"Man, what is up with Chris?" Jeff asked. The others shook their heads.
"I think that this thing about his sister is eating him alive and he just can't let her go." Kurt Angle said.
"I agree." Chris Benoit said.
"Maybe that since he was in the same place his sister died in, it brought back his feelings of sorrow for her." Lance Storm suggested. Everyone's eyes were on him. He started to stare back at them, until he noticed that they weren't staring at him, they were looking behind him. They were all looking at Matt. Blood was running down his throat. His throat had been slit. He was dead.