PART 48
OUTSIDE THE HOUSE
Two cars pulled up in front of the mansion, one containing Adam, Chris, and Shane, and the other containing two armed police officers. Vince had given Shane a number to call while on the way to the house and he had done exactly that. The three WWE Superstars made their way up the driveway, when the officers stopped them.
"You three just wait out here," one of them instructed, while the other man called for an ambulance and backup, just in case things got out of hand. Shane was the first to protest.
"Fuck that. That's my baby cousin in there, I'm going in with you… and so is he," he said, pointing at Adam. Adam didn't budge, so Shane grabbed his arm and began to walk past the officer.
"Sir, no… Mr. McMahon, you can't go in. We have no idea how serious this situation is yet," the officer said. Shane wasn't satisfied with that.
"I'll tell you how serious it is. Brock Lesnar kidnapped my little cousin Britney and he has her in there, and I would like to get in there so I can get my hands on his neck and strangle him," he said murderously.
"That's exactly why I don't want you going in… I know you're father Shane, and if that's any inclination as to how you are, I don't want you going in and doing something you'll be imprisoned for," the man explained. Shane argued some more, but eventually gave up when he saw that he was fighting a losing battle. Adam, who was white as a ghost, sat down on a chair on the front lawn… his knees were too watery to stand. Chris watched him with worry… he didn't look good at all.
"Hey… you okay?" he asked with concern. He hadn't said a word since he'd read the letter from Brock. The whole trip to the house he was completely silent.
"I… not until I see her," Adam replied. Shane walked over to the two Canadians, frowning as he looked at Adam. He looked like he was going to pass out. It had to be unbearable, not knowing the well being of your girlfriend *and* your baby. The two police officers entered the house, carrying their guns in front of them. While they were waiting, an ambulance and two more police cars pulled up in front of the house. An EMT came out and asked if there were any injuries known yet. Looking at Adam and Shane, Chris decided that he was probably in the best mental condition, so he walked over to talk to the woman. While Chris went to the ambulance, Shane moved over and sat down next to Adam. Placing a hand on the blonde man's shoulder, he tried to reassure him.
"She's going to be okay Adam," he tired. It didn't seem to work too well. Adam's mind was all a blur. All he could think of was Britney and the baby and if they were alright. If anything happened to Britney he would just die. He couldn't remember a time in his entire life when he was so scared. He was absolutely terrified. Shane opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was cut off by two loud noises… gun shots.
"Shit!" both men cried. As quick as they'd heard the noises, Adam and Shane were in the house, ignoring the police orders as they raced up the steps.
IN THE BEDROOMBrock stood in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the mess he had left in the room. Britney was still unconscious on the bed, her pants now on but not buttoned. The two officers, who had burst in the room a moment earlier, were laying on the floor, bloodied. They had been shot down the second they walked in the door. Brock had been prepared, pulling his own gun out and firing it the second the door opened. He turned, freezing when he saw Adam and Shane standing in the doorway. As Adam caught a glimpse of Britney, his eyes widened. She was laying on the bed, and blood was matted on the top of her head and forehead. Oh my God. The Canadian felt like he was going to be sick. He felt even worse when he turned his gaze and saw the officers on the floor. One of them, the man who'd instructed them to stay outside, was bleeding from the hip. The other Adam could tell was dead… blood was just pouring from every place possible. He turned back to Britney and began to move toward her.
"Don't move Adam," Brock warned. Adam ignored him, going over to the bed. He stopped an leaned down, and just as he was about to touch her face, he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. In his peripheral vision, he saw Brock pointing a gun at him, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"I'm giving one more chance Copeland… back the fuck off," he growled. This time, Adam did as he was told, backing up to where Shane was standing, eyes wide. "You just *had* to bring the cops, didn't you?" Brock said, eyeing the two men with disgust. "But you know what? That's just fine with me, because I was right. I was right when I told you long ago that I never lose, and I was right when I told you earlier that you would be too late. You're too late," he said cockily.
"I hate you," Adam said, tears filling his eyes as he looked at his girlfriend. "I didn't think it was humanly possible to despise someone as much as I despise you. You've done nothing but make my life a living hell for the past year. I hate you Brock… and I want you to die," he said with a dangerous tone.
Shane watched as Adam, without warning, walked over to the fallen officers, leaned over the one that had been shot in the head, and picked up his pistol. He eyed the shiny metal with amazement, a twinkle in his eye. Shane was just in shock. He was damn scared… and he had just watched Adam lean over a dead body and pick up a gun, which he was apparently intent on using. It was obvious that Adam was not in the right state of mind, because he never would have been able to do that had he been thinking straight.
"You don't have the balls to shoot me," Brock commented calmly. Even though he seemed outwardly confident, Brock's mind was going a mile a minute. He hadn't planned on all the extra people showing up. He was thinking Adam, Chris, and Britney… and maybe even Shane, and so, cocky idiot that he was, he only had four bullets in his gun. Now he had two bullets, and three people to use them on… four if Chris decided to join them. Not to mention the fact that one of the three people in the room had a loaded gun in his hand, which probably held way more than four bullets. Suddenly, Brock heard a pained groan from behind him. Make that four people, he thought, as the officer who was shot in the hip began to stir slightly. He grabbed his gun from where he had dropped it and began struggling to stand. It suddenly hit Brock that as of right now he'd committed murder, assault, sexual assault, and assault with a deadly weapon… and there were three witnesses. He had never been caught in the act like this before. He had to think fast.
"Brock… put the gun down," the officer instructed, finally getting to his feet.
Brock kept his gun aimed and cocked and slowly moved towards the door. He eyed the three men, taking his first shot. He nailed the officer in the head, and he dropped dead instantly. Adam and Shane's eyes widened in shock as they looked over at the man, and Adam dropped the gun he was holding onto the floor. That takes care of one. Brock looked from Shane to Adam, Adam to Shane. He had to choose between the two men he despised more than anything in the world. He took Britney out of the picture… she was probably damaged enough anyway. It was a tough decision for him, but he had to think quickly. Finally, Lesnar made up his mind. He knew that Paul had left the backdoor open and opened up an escape route through the backyard should anything like this happen. Brock would have to move fast, as he could hear the other police officers readying themselves to enter the house as well. He readied himself to run, and locked eyes with the target he'd selected. Brock ran out the door and out of the house, but not before aiming and pulling the trigger, nailing his target with his last bullet.
Who did Brock shoot?! I want some guesses! LOL, you'll have to wait till next time to find out!
