PART 57
AT THE ARENA
Stephanie and Jay sat in Vince's office at the arena, talking with the brunette's father. Their flight had been really early and they had nothing to do, so they figured they'd pay Vince a little visit. The three of them sat in the room, talking about anything and everything. Jay still thought it was so weird that he was talking to Vince like this. Two years ago, he could have never pictured himself having a civil conversation with the chairman about anything other than business. Then again, two years ago, Jay wasn't like a son to Vince, and he definitely was now.
"I talked to Adam this morning," Vince said, switching his glance from Stephanie to Jay.
"What did he say?" Jay asked curiously. He thought it was kind of funny that Adam would call Vince and not him, but Adam hadn't really been himself lately.
"Well," Vince said, folding his hands on his desk. "Nothing too important. He told me how ticket sales were going, which is pretty well. Then he said he got his last appearance cancelled and his flight home pushed up because he didn't want to be overseas any longer… he comes home tomorrow instead of next Monday."
"Oh," Jay said, looking down. He knew Adam would never make for the whole duration of the trip. He sat back in his seat, clenching Stephanie's hand tightly. The three of them sat in the room in silence, all of them trying to think of something to say. The need for them to speak went away when the door burst open and Paul Heyman flew into the room.
"What is it Paul?" Vince asked, frowning as he saw who it was who had entered the room.
"I… I have to… tell you something," he said breathlessly, like he'd run to the office. He paused, stopping to catch his breath before continuing. "I think I did something bad."
"Well there's a surprise," Jay said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Shooting a glare at him, Heyman shook his head.
"I'm serious. I realize that you people have no reason to like me…"
"That's right… because you're a freak," Jay interrupted. He wasn't going to pretend to like Heyman, not after all he did to Britney and Adam. The guy was nothing but a creep in his eyes.
"Alright Jay, just let him talk," Vince said, sending him a slightly reprimanding glance. Shaking his head, Jay shut his mouth, turning his glance back to Heyman.
"See, ever since Brock um… kidnapped Britney, he's been asking me for help. I… I told him a while ago that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. I know it's hard to believe, but I swear, I didn't think he was going to take things that far. But, last night, he kind of threatened me, and I kind of told him something that may not have been a… well, it wasn't a… a…"
"What the fuck did you say?" Jay cut in impatiently. Paul's eyes widened slightly at the demand in the Canadian's tone.
"I may have slipped out some information… something like… Britney's hotel room number," he finished nervously, wincing as he awaited their reaction. He opened one eye, squeezing it shut tightly as he saw a furious glare take over Vince McMahon's face.
"You did WHAT?!" he yelled, slamming his hands down on his desk. Both Jay and Stephanie whipped their heads around in Heyman's direction, eyes widening in disbelief.
"I… I…" he stammered, realizing the hole he'd just put himself in.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jay screamed, jumping out of his seat and making Stephanie jump. Jay had always had a big and short fused temper, but he usually kept most of his thoughts to himself. It was unlike him to jump up in the middle of something and scream like that, but he figured after what he just heard he had a right to.
"I… I'm really sorry," Heyman said, backing himself towards the door slowly. The Canadian looked like he was about to pounce on him.
"Sorry? You're sorry? That's great Paul, just great. Because at least now if Britney gets killed we'll have the comfort of knowing that you are sorry!" he cried, moving towards him.
"Jay!" Stephanie called, frowning when he mentioned Britney getting killed.
"Steph! He TOLD Brock where Britney's going to be! Even if Chris is with her, the guy is insane! You know he won't think twice about…"
"Alright Jay," Vince cut in, watching the tears build in his daughter's eyes. "As for you," he continued, narrowing his eyes at Heyman. "I hope you realize the seriousness of what you just did. Not only did you give Brock the number of my niece's hotel room, you are officially helping hide a fugitive. You could spend some serious jail time…"
Jay shook his head in disbelief as he stopped paying attention to Vince's rambling. He couldn't believe Vince was talking so calmly to Heyman, like he had made a little mistake or something. He shifted in his seat, wondering when this was going to end so he could get out of the office. The blonde man wanted to hurry and get to the hotel, hopefully before Britney and Chris even got there. Looking around the room, he noticed that Heyman had since backed off the door and was standing closer to Vince, nodding as the Chairman scolded him. Without thinking, he stood, deciding he wasn't going to wait around to go to the hotel… he was going now. He jumped slightly and ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Stephanie hesitated for a minute, and then she was up and off after him.
"Jay, wait!" she called, hoping he'd stop and wait for her. She didn't' want him to go anywhere by himself. Paul Levesque was one thing, but Brock Lesnar was a whole other story.
AT THE HOTELBritney stared into the hotel room with wide eyes, feeling herself beginning to shake as she eyed the man in the room, who was grinning at her like the Cheshire cat. Chris moved behind her, unable to hide his gasp when he realized what, or rather who it was that had given him the feeling that he didn't want to go in there… Brock Lesnar.
"W-what are you doing here?" Britney asked, backing up until she bumped into Chris. Even Chris could feel himself growing scared as Brock stared at them from the couch he was sitting on, grinning at them maniacally. The Canadian put his hands on Britney's shoulders protectively, watching Lesnar closely. Brock stood slowly, laughing as Chris jumped and flew in front of Britney, taking a defensive stance.
"Surprised to see me?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he eyed his ex-girlfriend. He could see the fear building in her blue eyes, smiling as he watched her lean into Chris.
"What the hell do you want?" Chris asked, cursing himself as he heard the waiver in his voice. After seeing the scene that Brock had left in Levesque's house, Chris felt he had a right to be a little afraid of the guy.
"Well, I think by this point we all know what it is I want," Brock replied, focusing his gaze on his ex-girlfriend. "But then again, I had that the last time I saw you, didn't I Britney?" he asked, walking up to her and leaning down towards her face. When Chris felt Britney tighten in his arms, he brought his right hand up and shoved Lesnar by the face, knocking him backwards.
"Get away from her," he growled dangerously. He could see the tears building in Britney's eyes, gripping her a little more tightly. Brock narrowed his eyes at Chris… he should have known the blonde haired bastard would have been there. Like Adam would ever let Britney travel on her own.
"Or what? You gonna beat me up?" Brock taunted, looking down at the much shorter man.
Then, looking down, he realized that Britney held the key card to the room in her hand. Looking back and forth between her and Chris, a sly grin crept onto his face. He just got an idea on how to get rid of Chris. Grabbing a hold of Britney's arm with his left hand, he yanked her back, pushing Chris out of the doorway and slamming the door shut on him with his right. Laughing menacingly, he locked the chain lock, releasing Britney's arm to do so. He continued laughing as he heard Chris kicking and screaming on the other side of the door.
"Open the fucking door! Brock, I'm not playing around! Open the damn door!" he screamed, prying at the handle violently. Turning to face Britney, Brock grabbed her by the arm again, lifting her up to him.
"You better tell your friend to shut the hell up or I'm going to get angry," he whispered to her in a murderous tone. Then, he let her go again, shoving her to the door. "Tell him!" Britney jumped at his demand.
"Chris, just calm down okay? Just shut up," she said quietly, leaning into the door.
"Fuck that!" he screamed from the other side of the door. "Tell him to open the damn door!" Britney took a deep breath, screaming when she felt Brock standing right behind her, glaring down angrily at her. When he put his huge hand on her shoulder, she spoke to Chris again.
"Chris, please! Just shut up!" she begged, praying that he would just listen to her.
"No way, I'm not shutting up until that door gets opened and you're…"
"Listen up Irvine," Brock called from behind Britney, tightening his grip on her arm painfully. She whimpered slightly, placing her hand on top of his and trying to get him to loosen his grasp on her. "I don't know what your problem is, but if you have any brains in that pretty blonde head of yours you'll shut the fuck up. I need to have a little talk, and I promise… you'll get to see her when I'm done." Chris was going to protest, but instead he listened closely when he heard Britney gasp. He pressed his ear up against the door, trying to listen in to see what she had gasped at.
"W-what are you going to do with that?" Britney asked nervously, eyeing the shiny metal object in Brock's hand. He brought the gun up to his face, running his finger along it in wonder. He brought his gaze back to his ex-girlfriend, smirking as he saw the look of absolute terror on her face. He brought his gaze back to her, laughing as she jumped when he took a lock of her hair in between his fingers.
"Calm down baby, you worry too much," he said, taking her hand and bringing her over to the couch. "I just want to talk to you." He sat down on the couch, pulling her down next to him. Keeping his eyes locked on her face, he could feel her squirming in her seat.
"A-about what?"
Leaning back in his seat, he put his arm around her shoulder, "Well, first of all, I wanted you to know that I heard about your baby and I'm terribly sorry," he said, trying to keep a straight face. He grinned as he saw her wince. "Seriously though, I've done a lot of thinking lately, and I know what I did to you was wrong." Britney raised an eyebrow, sending him a confused look.
"What?"
Groaning, he turned his head to the side and looked at her. "You heard me… I said I know what I did was wrong. And I'm paying for it every day," he said. Britney couldn't help but snort at his comment. He made it sound like it was terribly hard to be going through what he was going through… as if she didn't have her own problems.
"Do you want my sympathy or something? In case you didn't know, that baby that you killed is NEVER coming back. You say that you're paying every day? How about me? Don't you think I'm paying every day for ever being with you? Don't you think Adam is paying for letting me get away from him long enough for you to get your hands on me? When is this going to stop? I just… I just want to move on," she said, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"You can't move on," Brock replied flatly. "You will NEVER forget me Britney, no matter how hard you try. But anyway, there is one more reason I came here," he said. Britney looked down, her eyes fixing on the pistol Brock held in his hand. She kept her gaze there, watching to make sure he didn't move.
"W-what is that?"
"A celebration," he stated pointedly. "You know what today is don't you?" Thinking hard, Britney tried to remember the date… July 11. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what today was.
"I-it's your birthday," she answered quietly. Grinning, Brock nodded, patting her on the shoulder.
"That's right honey, and we're going to celebrate in style," he said, standing up. Her eyes widened as he cocked the gun, pointing it at her. Two more tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at him, his eyes trained on her.
"You see," he said, laughing as he watched her jump at the sound of his voice. "While I was realizing all the mistakes I made, I realized that shooting your cousin was a mistake. I should have never wasted my last bullet on Shane. Before Paul got arrested he gave me a nice supply of ammunition. And now, I've got one more chance, one more chance to shoot the right person. And Britney," he paused leaning down and cupping her chin in his hand. "I'm *not* going to make a mistake this time."
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Outside the door, Chris sat on the floor, his back up against the door. He gripped his cell phone in his hand, shaking slightly out of fear. Britney and Brock had been in there for almost ten minutes, and the minutes were unbearable. Chris wanted to call Adam, but then again if he did Adam would be on the next flight out of England and he didn't want him to be worrying his whole way home. He threw his head back against the door, sighing as he prayed that Britney was alright. Part of him wanted to knock the door down and take Lesnar out, but his sensible half told him that wasn't a good idea. Brock was crazy, and he didn't know how he would react if the door was suddenly burst open.
"Chris?" Chris's head shot up when he heard a female voice. He forced a smile when he saw Dawn Marie and Amy.
"Hi girls," he said, giving them a quick smile before bringing his gaze back down to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Dawn asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't every day you saw a blonde Canadian sitting out in a hotel hallway. Thinking fast, Chris came up with a response.
"I, uh… Britney and I got locked out… we lost our key. She… she's down at the front desk getting a new one," he lied, unable to look at them. He didn't want to lie to them, but he knew the girls would freak if they knew what was actually going on.
"That's funny," Amy said, raising an eyebrow. "We just came from the lobby, and Brit wasn't there. I'm sure I would have noticed her, I've been wanting to see her since she was in the hospital… I haven't really gotten to talk to her."
"Oh… well… she was there, I guess you just missed her," he said quickly. Looking down at him, Amy suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
"Chris, what's going on?" she asked, confusing marring her features.
"Chris!" The three of them looked up to see Jay running towards them. The blonde man had left his girlfriend at the arena, as he didn't want her to be in the middle of what could possibly be a very bad situation. Acknowledging the two women, he turned back to his friend, speaking quickly. "We have to get in there, Paul Heyman gave Brock the hotel room… wait a minute, why are you out here?"
"He threw me out… literally," Chris said, lowering his head shamefully. "They've been in there for ten minutes and I can't do anything about it. I… I don't even know what he's doing to her, or if she's okay… I'm sorry." He felt like such a failure at the moment. Adam had given him the simple task of taking care of his girlfriend and he couldn't do it.
"Don't go soft on me now damn it," Jay said sternly. "Look, I got hotel security on the way. We can get in there and get Britney out before he does anything stupid. Chris, you can't just bail out on me now, I need your help." He added the last line in after Chris began to shake his head. Then, having a change of heart, Chris nodded, standing up.
"Dawn, Ames… just stay here okay?" Jay instructed, and the two women nodded, fear building in their eyes.
As the two men saw security heading their way, they prepared to force the door open and break the chain lock. They figured one of the officers would have something to break the lock with. They nodded at each other, mentally preparing for whatever situation was thrown at them. They both froze, and the two girls screamed, however, when a single gun shot rang out.
LOL, another cliffhanger. Okay, who was it? Let me know what you thought!!! The way I wrote this is going to make the ending a little further away then I originally thought, so if you didn't want the story to end, you should be happy. Thanks guys!
