PART 58
OUTSIDE THE DOOR
Once they heard the shots ring out, the security guards bolted to the door where the people were standing. They shoved Jay and Chris out of way, one of them digging around in his pockets frantically for the key card he'd brought with him. Jay turned his head, noticing Mark Callaway heading in their direction, a look of confusion plastered on his face.
"What the hell is going on? I heard a gun… holy shit, what the hell is this?" he asked as he stepped up to the group of people.
Jay grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to the side and explained what was going on. The older man's eyes widened as he listened to Jay tell him about Heyman giving Brock the room number that Britney was staying in and that the door was locked and they couldn't get in. Mark scowled as he watched the two security guards struggling to break the chain lock on the door. Jay had thought they would bring something to cut the chain with, but he was wrong. Mark shook his head as he watched the men try to slide it across.
"Get the hell out of my way, we don't have time to play around," he said dangerously. With that said, he pushed the two guards out of the way, ramming his fist into the chain. It snapped instantly, dangling off the lock as the door swung open. When he did so, he and Chris rushed into the room, Jay opting to stay back with Amy and Dawn. He placed his hands on each of their shoulder's hoping to comfort them at least a little in the process.
"Britney!" Chris yelled as he spotted her.
He heaved a huge sigh of relief when he saw her turn towards him… she hadn't been shot. Then, he gasped, looking down to see the person who obviously had been shot. He felt his knees go weak as he looked down to see Brock Lesnar, dead on the floor. Even the incredibly tough Mark felt sick as he looked at the body, Lesnar was an absolute mess. Blood was just everywhere, and Mark swore he saw a part of Lesnar's cheek laying somewhere that was not connected to his body. Chris's eyes widened, and he literally had to force his lunch back down his throat. His gaze traveled over to Britney, who was currently sitting on the floor right next to Brock's body. He could see even from where he was standing that she was shaking. Shivering slightly, Chris walked over to her and pulled her up to him, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she sobbed against him. He brought her over to the couch, sitting down as he felt himself getting dizzy. He held her tightly against him, looking up at Mark. He couldn't believe it, but Mark looked like he was in total shock. The Deadman, the American Badass, Big Evil… he looked like he was damn shocked. His mouth was hanging open, and he was staring at Brock's body like… well, like he had never seen anything like it before.
"Uh… I… I'm gonna go see if they can get someone in here to… clean this up," he said, totally bewildered. He turned and left the room, shuddering as he got a mental picture of what he'd just seen. Talk about a way to show up at a hotel for your last day of work. It didn't even really register in his mind that Lesnar was dead… his mind had kind of stopped working. Back in the room, Chris turned his body so that neither he nor Britney had to look at Brock's body.
"Brit? A-are you… okay?" he asked cautiously. No she's not alright you idiot. She just watched some guy shoot himself in the head. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Britney tried to calm herself down enough to speak.
"H-he… he told me… that… it… that it was my fault," she cried, clinging to him fiercely. Shaking his head, Chris continued to hold her against him.
"What? What was your fault?"
"That he… he… killed himself," she sobbed. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the images of what had just happened out of her head. She pushed herself off of him slightly, watching as he sent her a confused yet still stunned look. Then, she took a deep breath and told him what had just happened.
"What do you mean you're not going to make a mistake this time?" Britney asked, leaning away from him as he brought the gun closer to her head.
"I meant what I said… I'm *not* going to shoot the wrong person this time," he said, bringing the gun up and placing it under her chin. A tear slipped down her cheek as she looked at him eyes wide with fear.
"Why do you want me to die?" she asked sadly, thinking it was all over. Sending her a confused look, Brock shook his head.
"Oh no honey… *you're* not getting shot," he said, taking the gun out from under her chin.
"But, that means…"
"Yup. I wanted you to be here when I died Britney, because you know, you have a lot to do with it," he told her, eyeing her intensely.
"W-what do you mean?" she asked fearfully.
Placing the gun down at his side, he answered. "You see, if you would have just stayed with me like you were supposed to, none of this would be happening. You and I would be together, and no one would be hurt, or dead, or anything. But you had to be stubborn. You had to be stubborn and now I have nothing. You took my life away from me Britney. So I only saw it fit that you should be here when I officially take it away," he said coldly.
"Brock you don't… you don't have to do this," Britney insisted, looking up at him. When she made eye contact with him, she shivered. He had no emotion on his face whatsoever… it was like he was already did. Still, she didn't want to be the one to witness him die. As much as she hated him for what he did to her, she wouldn't wish death on him.
"Yes Britney, I have to… and I figured I'd do it today, on my birthday. You can tell them, Brock Lesnar lived to be exactly 26. Brock Lesnar died on his birthday. Most importantly, tell them that Brock Lesnar died because of you." With that he put the gun to his face, closing his eyes and pulling the trigger.
IN THE UKAdam was sitting at a table, signing autographs at an appearance. After he'd smiled for the last picture and signed the last promo photo, he sat back in his chair, sighing tiredly. Only one more day of this and then he could go home.
"Hey Edge, thanks for coming out here man," one of the attendants from the arena said, coming up and offering his hand. Shaking the man's hand, Adam grinned tiredly.
"No problem," he said. Letting go of his hand, the man's glance turned serious.
"Seriously, it was awesome for you to come out here. I… I know you're having a tough time," he said sympathetically. The man was a huge wrestling fan, and he'd heard about what had happened to Britney from the news and read it on the internet.
"Yeah… we're working through it… I'm sure we'll be okay," Adam assured him. Wow, that was really positive of me. The man smiled.
"I hope so… stay strong buddy," he said, patting him on the shoulder before turning and walking away.
"Thanks," Adam called after him. Sighing again, he rested back in his chair for a minute. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, so he reached in his pocket and pulled it out. Seeing Jay's name displayed on the screen, he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Adam, you're not going to believe what happened," he said breathlessly. Adam could hear all kinds of commotion and what he swore to be Mark Callaway's voice yell "Get the damn cops!" from somewhere in the near area.
"What the hell's going on?" he asked frantically, panicking.
"Brock got into Britney's hotel room… and he killed himself."
Without saying anything else, Adam hung up his phone, jumping out of his seat. He sprinted down the hall, into the room where he'd left the small bag he'd brought with him. Jay's sentence screamed in his head… "… he killed himself." Adam ran like a madman to his car, getting inside and flooring it out of the parking lot. Brock was dead, but that was a comforting feeling at all. Britney had most likely seen the whole thing. He needed to get home and make sure everything was okay. His mind was running a mile a minute, but it was focused on one thing… getting to the airport. He already felt the guilt stabbing at him. Adam knew that he had wished for something like this to happen. It was all his fault… Britney had to watch Brock kill himself, and it was all because he wished for it. He didn't care about the bag he left at the hotel, or the fact that he was still checked in there… he was going home.
Okay, here's the next chapter. Once again, in my opinion it's not one of my better parts, but I guess everyone's their own worst critic, LOL. Hopefully you guys liked it. Only a few more left! Let me know what you think!
