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I quietly run down the hallway. No one can hear me. No one can know what I'm doing. No one would believe me anyway. People don't believe in the super natural anymore. People don't believe in reincarnation or spirits. It's sad, because they exist. They all exist.
I see him down the other end of the hallway. He's just pacing. Jay always paces before a match. I shake my head. That's not Jay! It's Greg Santos! I need to clear my head or I won't be able to do what I came to do.
"Fuck you!" I scream and punch Greg in the back of his head.
"Ow!" He yells as he falls. He lands on his back and stares up at me. "What are you doing?" He yells and jumps up.
"You know what I'm doing!" I scream and push him into a nearby wall. Before he can do anything I push him on the floor and punch him in the head repeatedly. This mother fucker isn't getting away with the fucking shit he's been pulling.
"ADAM! What the fuck are you doing?" Shane McMahon screams, grabs me by my hair and pulls me off him. I push Shane away.
"Getting revenge!" I scream.
"On Jay?" Shane asks. I look down at Greg, who suddenly turned into Jay. A very bloody Jay.
"No!" I scream and fall to my knees. Blood's coming out of his head, his nose, his mouth, everywhere. It's scary. I watch as the EMT's load Jay on a stretcher and wheel him to the ambulance. I just stand there in a trance. It feels like I'm watching this at the movie theater. It doesn't seem real at all.
"Come with me Adam." Shane says and brings me to his nice little warm office. It's so comfy and nicely decorated. Nice being the son of a billionaire.
"Ok, complete privacy." Shane says as he shuts the door behind him. "Sit." He says and directs me to an overstuffed blue chair in front of his beautiful over sized mahogany desk. He sits behind it. "What was that?"
"I, I don't know." I answer truthfully. Shane leans his elbows on the desk.
"Talk to ME Adam. I want to talk to you. My dad or someone else will just yell at you. I want to you to talk to me then I can try to help you out."
"I thought he was Greg."
"Gregory Santos?" Shane asks. I nod. "What was your connection with Gregory and Maria?" He asks. I stare at him. "Did you have a previous relationship with the two before, um, the incident?"
"It wasn't an incident!" I scream. Shane nods.
"Ok I'm sorry. Well have you ever met them before?"
"Probably."
"Did you or did you not?"
"I meet a lot of people."
"I understand that, but did you have any kind of relationship, even strictly platonic?"
"My best friends in the hospital because of me and you sit there on your billionaire ass and accuse me of having bisexual relationships with two people who deeply disturbed my life?"
"No I never implied that. I simply asked if you had a friendship with them before."
"I have to get to Jay. I just can't be here."
"Adam I'll talk to you. Vince will just yell at you. Please trust me."
"Fuck you McMahon." I say and storm out.
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I watch Alanah and Denise as they walk down the hall. Denise looks the same as always, only a little more distraught, but that's expected. As much as I don't want to say it, Alanah looks old. She looks too skinny, and she hasn't kept herself up like she used to. I must admit, I'm not as attracted to her as I used to be.
"How is he?" She asks. I shrug.
"I haven't heard." I whisper. Denise doesn't say anything; she just sits across from me, glares at me, and then stares at the wall behind me.
I sigh. This is fucked up.
I quietly run down the hallway. No one can hear me. No one can know what I'm doing. No one would believe me anyway. People don't believe in the super natural anymore. People don't believe in reincarnation or spirits. It's sad, because they exist. They all exist.
I see him down the other end of the hallway. He's just pacing. Jay always paces before a match. I shake my head. That's not Jay! It's Greg Santos! I need to clear my head or I won't be able to do what I came to do.
"Fuck you!" I scream and punch Greg in the back of his head.
"Ow!" He yells as he falls. He lands on his back and stares up at me. "What are you doing?" He yells and jumps up.
"You know what I'm doing!" I scream and push him into a nearby wall. Before he can do anything I push him on the floor and punch him in the head repeatedly. This mother fucker isn't getting away with the fucking shit he's been pulling.
"ADAM! What the fuck are you doing?" Shane McMahon screams, grabs me by my hair and pulls me off him. I push Shane away.
"Getting revenge!" I scream.
"On Jay?" Shane asks. I look down at Greg, who suddenly turned into Jay. A very bloody Jay.
"No!" I scream and fall to my knees. Blood's coming out of his head, his nose, his mouth, everywhere. It's scary. I watch as the EMT's load Jay on a stretcher and wheel him to the ambulance. I just stand there in a trance. It feels like I'm watching this at the movie theater. It doesn't seem real at all.
"Come with me Adam." Shane says and brings me to his nice little warm office. It's so comfy and nicely decorated. Nice being the son of a billionaire.
"Ok, complete privacy." Shane says as he shuts the door behind him. "Sit." He says and directs me to an overstuffed blue chair in front of his beautiful over sized mahogany desk. He sits behind it. "What was that?"
"I, I don't know." I answer truthfully. Shane leans his elbows on the desk.
"Talk to ME Adam. I want to talk to you. My dad or someone else will just yell at you. I want to you to talk to me then I can try to help you out."
"I thought he was Greg."
"Gregory Santos?" Shane asks. I nod. "What was your connection with Gregory and Maria?" He asks. I stare at him. "Did you have a previous relationship with the two before, um, the incident?"
"It wasn't an incident!" I scream. Shane nods.
"Ok I'm sorry. Well have you ever met them before?"
"Probably."
"Did you or did you not?"
"I meet a lot of people."
"I understand that, but did you have any kind of relationship, even strictly platonic?"
"My best friends in the hospital because of me and you sit there on your billionaire ass and accuse me of having bisexual relationships with two people who deeply disturbed my life?"
"No I never implied that. I simply asked if you had a friendship with them before."
"I have to get to Jay. I just can't be here."
"Adam I'll talk to you. Vince will just yell at you. Please trust me."
"Fuck you McMahon." I say and storm out.
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I watch Alanah and Denise as they walk down the hall. Denise looks the same as always, only a little more distraught, but that's expected. As much as I don't want to say it, Alanah looks old. She looks too skinny, and she hasn't kept herself up like she used to. I must admit, I'm not as attracted to her as I used to be.
"How is he?" She asks. I shrug.
"I haven't heard." I whisper. Denise doesn't say anything; she just sits across from me, glares at me, and then stares at the wall behind me.
I sigh. This is fucked up.