Disclaimer: I own nothing!! End of story!!
A/N: Not much to say today. Sorry about updates once again. There's a little one-word thing that happens to be the price you pay for being 14. School. Homework. OR Hell. Either one of those happens to work nicely with my situation. It seems that I only had 2 people read the last chapter. (Thanx to Rockie and Kazza for reviewing twice, that was so cool of you guys to do!!) There are only 2 chapters after this one so brace yourself, for the end is near!! Now, on to XA/N!
XA/N: Ok, Shortay was about to open the door with the man of her dreams behind it, and Rockie and Rock are happily together again. Lizzie and Chris are still together as are Kazza and Edge, Kristy and RVD and anyone else that I happen to be missing..
Shortay opened the door and to everyone's surprise, out walks....
(I can't use his real name) XxX!!! (We'll call him Ben Diesel...)
Shortay squeals with delight and hugs Ben until he looks like his eyes could pop out of his head. A couple of the reviewers look jealous because...well..it's Ben Diesel!! (This is too funny.)
After all of the excitement died down, everyone went to a small campfire that (magically) appeared on the ground. (Hey, everything just appears in this world.) Shawn sat by JB, and everyone else's little boyfriend/lover sits by them.
"So, what do you plan to do now?" Chris asks JB. JB shrugs.
"I don't really know. I don't have anything else to do with this story. XA/N anyways."
"Will you write a sequel?" Shawn asks. Once again, JB shrugs.
"Depends if the people want it. If the people want me to rattle on about a sequel, then hell, I'll do it!"
As JB finished her sentence, an explosion cut through the silence. The sky grew dark, almost like night. It was hard to see more than 3 feet in front of your face. Glowing eyes were barely distinct in the background. A dark figure hopped up, flipped and landed in front of JB. Everyone was frozen in place. Al looked at this hooded figure with the glowing eyes wondering what would happen next...
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**3 Months Later**
"Are you ready?" Chris asked Amy. She nodded.
"As ready as I'm gonna be." She said. Their music hit, and they walked out, hand in hand. The couple smiled at each other as they walked down. They were about to fight in a tag match with Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Dudley (as if that tag team hasn't been used enough lately). The two shared a quick kiss before their opponents came out. Trish and Bubba wasted no time in getting down to the ring. The bell rang and the match started.
After a couple of minutes, Amy and Trish dominated in the ring, while Chris and Bubba dominated outside. Chris knocked Bubba down and then turned to go get a chair. He wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in the ring. He was too concerned with his own battle.
Chris reached his destination and pulled a chair up. He turned and folded it. Chris barely heard the fans screaming for him. Or, what he thought was screaming for him. He didn't notice the man who had jumped the barricade behind him, either. Bubba was still down and Amy was doing great in the ring-that was all that mattered to him at that moment.
He felt a firm hand grasp his shoulder. The hand spun him around, and when Chris came face-to-face with the person, he was met with a piercing pain in the lower abdomen. Chris looked down, horrified with his find. A knife had been dug right into him. Blood, slowly, started to ooze out of the wound. Chris found himself flashing back to the night when he had tried to commit suicide. Security came and tried to pull Chris's attacker away from him. In doing this, the pulled off the ski mask.
It was Eric.
Chris couldn't help but smile a little bit. Eric smirked back at him. They were not smiling for the same reason. Eric was smiling because he thought that he had won. Chris was smiling because he had just figured out the best way to kill Eric.
The crowd had gone unusually silent. The fighting in the ring stopped. Chris grabbed hold of Eric's hand. Then, he pulled Eric closer.
"If I go down, you're coming with me." Chris said. Eric howled in pain when Chris grabbed his hand. They both stood there, frozen with shock and pain. Amy slid out of the ring and walked over to Chris. Eric was screaming and withering in pain. Chris stood tall, a knife dug in his stomach, holding Eric's hand as he slid to the ground. His eyes were shut tight, as if concentrating. Security and paramedics kept trying to intervene, but Chris would not release his grasp. Amy put her hand on his arm to try and talk to him, but when their skin touched, an immense pain seared through her. She could only stand and watch helplessly as Eric released his grip on the knife and fell to the ground.
After that happened, Chris opened his eyes and dropped his grip. Eric fell all the way to the ground and started convulsing. Within seconds he was dead. Chris stood for a few seconds longer, then fell to his knees. He then took the knife out. Amy rushed to his side and cupped his head in her hands. The pain was no longer there for her. He was dying.
"Amy...I...Love...You." He managed to gasp as his body shook. Amy held her tears.
"I love you too, Chris."
"Damn this hurts." He said, trying to smile, but failing horribly.
"I know, I touched your arm a minute ago and I felt it." Chris looked upset.
"Are you alright? I-I didn't mean for it to go to you."
"I'm fine Chris. But, I have to tell you something." Chris winced.
"What?" "You gotta pull through this, Chris, you've got to do this because..because.."
"Yeah?"
"Because you have the chance to be a daddy again." She said. Despite all of the pain he was in, Chris got a smile out.
"That's great news, babe." He said. "I'm gonna pull through this, just you wait." Chris deadlocked eyes with Amy and struggled to keep the sir flow in. Tears were in his eyes. He refused to give in, refused to be weak. He shut his eyes tight and bit his lip. He felt Amy's cool hand on his face. It was like that night that seemed so long ago, when he had been shot. Amy had been there at that point, too. Chris could feel his eyes releasing what very well could be his last tears.
He felt himself being lifted up into the ambulance. Amy walked in behind him. She opened his hand. He looked at her. She dropped something in and closed it. It was his necklace. She leaned in so he could speak to her.
"Keep it." He said. Amy's eyes started to water. For so long she had been strong for his sake, it wasn't going to end here. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Give it to our baby, for me, will you?"
"I promise."
"I love you." He said, his breathing slowing because he was losing the energy to breathe. He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. His hand lost all grip on Amy's, but Amy refused to let go. The door opened and they brought him out, silently. Amy hopped out of the back of the ambulance.
"I love you, too." She whispered. "Please come back to me."
Then she headed off towards the ER.
A/N: Not much to say today. Sorry about updates once again. There's a little one-word thing that happens to be the price you pay for being 14. School. Homework. OR Hell. Either one of those happens to work nicely with my situation. It seems that I only had 2 people read the last chapter. (Thanx to Rockie and Kazza for reviewing twice, that was so cool of you guys to do!!) There are only 2 chapters after this one so brace yourself, for the end is near!! Now, on to XA/N!
XA/N: Ok, Shortay was about to open the door with the man of her dreams behind it, and Rockie and Rock are happily together again. Lizzie and Chris are still together as are Kazza and Edge, Kristy and RVD and anyone else that I happen to be missing..
Shortay opened the door and to everyone's surprise, out walks....
(I can't use his real name) XxX!!! (We'll call him Ben Diesel...)
Shortay squeals with delight and hugs Ben until he looks like his eyes could pop out of his head. A couple of the reviewers look jealous because...well..it's Ben Diesel!! (This is too funny.)
After all of the excitement died down, everyone went to a small campfire that (magically) appeared on the ground. (Hey, everything just appears in this world.) Shawn sat by JB, and everyone else's little boyfriend/lover sits by them.
"So, what do you plan to do now?" Chris asks JB. JB shrugs.
"I don't really know. I don't have anything else to do with this story. XA/N anyways."
"Will you write a sequel?" Shawn asks. Once again, JB shrugs.
"Depends if the people want it. If the people want me to rattle on about a sequel, then hell, I'll do it!"
As JB finished her sentence, an explosion cut through the silence. The sky grew dark, almost like night. It was hard to see more than 3 feet in front of your face. Glowing eyes were barely distinct in the background. A dark figure hopped up, flipped and landed in front of JB. Everyone was frozen in place. Al looked at this hooded figure with the glowing eyes wondering what would happen next...
**
**3 Months Later**
"Are you ready?" Chris asked Amy. She nodded.
"As ready as I'm gonna be." She said. Their music hit, and they walked out, hand in hand. The couple smiled at each other as they walked down. They were about to fight in a tag match with Trish Stratus and Bubba Ray Dudley (as if that tag team hasn't been used enough lately). The two shared a quick kiss before their opponents came out. Trish and Bubba wasted no time in getting down to the ring. The bell rang and the match started.
After a couple of minutes, Amy and Trish dominated in the ring, while Chris and Bubba dominated outside. Chris knocked Bubba down and then turned to go get a chair. He wasn't paying any attention to what was going on in the ring. He was too concerned with his own battle.
Chris reached his destination and pulled a chair up. He turned and folded it. Chris barely heard the fans screaming for him. Or, what he thought was screaming for him. He didn't notice the man who had jumped the barricade behind him, either. Bubba was still down and Amy was doing great in the ring-that was all that mattered to him at that moment.
He felt a firm hand grasp his shoulder. The hand spun him around, and when Chris came face-to-face with the person, he was met with a piercing pain in the lower abdomen. Chris looked down, horrified with his find. A knife had been dug right into him. Blood, slowly, started to ooze out of the wound. Chris found himself flashing back to the night when he had tried to commit suicide. Security came and tried to pull Chris's attacker away from him. In doing this, the pulled off the ski mask.
It was Eric.
Chris couldn't help but smile a little bit. Eric smirked back at him. They were not smiling for the same reason. Eric was smiling because he thought that he had won. Chris was smiling because he had just figured out the best way to kill Eric.
The crowd had gone unusually silent. The fighting in the ring stopped. Chris grabbed hold of Eric's hand. Then, he pulled Eric closer.
"If I go down, you're coming with me." Chris said. Eric howled in pain when Chris grabbed his hand. They both stood there, frozen with shock and pain. Amy slid out of the ring and walked over to Chris. Eric was screaming and withering in pain. Chris stood tall, a knife dug in his stomach, holding Eric's hand as he slid to the ground. His eyes were shut tight, as if concentrating. Security and paramedics kept trying to intervene, but Chris would not release his grasp. Amy put her hand on his arm to try and talk to him, but when their skin touched, an immense pain seared through her. She could only stand and watch helplessly as Eric released his grip on the knife and fell to the ground.
After that happened, Chris opened his eyes and dropped his grip. Eric fell all the way to the ground and started convulsing. Within seconds he was dead. Chris stood for a few seconds longer, then fell to his knees. He then took the knife out. Amy rushed to his side and cupped his head in her hands. The pain was no longer there for her. He was dying.
"Amy...I...Love...You." He managed to gasp as his body shook. Amy held her tears.
"I love you too, Chris."
"Damn this hurts." He said, trying to smile, but failing horribly.
"I know, I touched your arm a minute ago and I felt it." Chris looked upset.
"Are you alright? I-I didn't mean for it to go to you."
"I'm fine Chris. But, I have to tell you something." Chris winced.
"What?" "You gotta pull through this, Chris, you've got to do this because..because.."
"Yeah?"
"Because you have the chance to be a daddy again." She said. Despite all of the pain he was in, Chris got a smile out.
"That's great news, babe." He said. "I'm gonna pull through this, just you wait." Chris deadlocked eyes with Amy and struggled to keep the sir flow in. Tears were in his eyes. He refused to give in, refused to be weak. He shut his eyes tight and bit his lip. He felt Amy's cool hand on his face. It was like that night that seemed so long ago, when he had been shot. Amy had been there at that point, too. Chris could feel his eyes releasing what very well could be his last tears.
He felt himself being lifted up into the ambulance. Amy walked in behind him. She opened his hand. He looked at her. She dropped something in and closed it. It was his necklace. She leaned in so he could speak to her.
"Keep it." He said. Amy's eyes started to water. For so long she had been strong for his sake, it wasn't going to end here. She nodded her head in agreement.
"Give it to our baby, for me, will you?"
"I promise."
"I love you." He said, his breathing slowing because he was losing the energy to breathe. He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. His hand lost all grip on Amy's, but Amy refused to let go. The door opened and they brought him out, silently. Amy hopped out of the back of the ambulance.
"I love you, too." She whispered. "Please come back to me."
Then she headed off towards the ER.