The rain was cold and pelting, everything was drenched and soaked in this
city of.. wait, this isn't Washington D.C., it's New York City! The
superstars were all still on the east coast, getting ready for another
house show, this time in Atlantic City.
"Oh my head." A man's voice groaned. He opened his eyes, finding himself on the wet pavement, looking strait up into the dark storm clouds in the sky. He squinted as the rain hit his face. The man sat up, weak and dizzy. "What happened?"
He looked around the gray city, trying desperately to remember how he got here and better yet why he was here. Was it a hangover, did he go to a party and end up sprawled in this back alley? Was he mugged and got hit on the back of the head? He walked out into the street as a taxi sped by, shooting a blast of dirty water up into his face. He coughed hard and began to shiver.
"Oh my god!" A person walking on the street approached the shaggy man. "Aren't you." She stopped herself and sighed, wrapping her jacket around herself. "No, I'm sorry, you couldn't be." The lady began to walk off down the road.
"Hey, hey, wait!" The man called and the woman turned back around to him. "What, do you know me?"
"It's my fault, I thought you were somebody else."
"Who? Tell me, please, tell me who do you think I am?"
"Well," The lady blushed. "This might sound silly, but I thought you were that one wrestler guy, Chris Jericho." She laughed slightly. "Crazy hu? That guy's dead." The man was frozen at what he'd just heard. "Oh I'm sorry. I really have to go." The woman turned back around and continued on her way down the road.
"Chris Jericho?" The man stood in the middle of the sidewalk in Times Square. He closed his eyes, something was coming back to him. "I remember now." He opened his eyes and understood everything perfectly clear now:
The hospital was quiet, everyone had already left after hearing the horrible news. The doctor came back into the room and stood over the man, his expression was unreadable and odd. He smiled as he grabbed a needle and stuck it deep into the drugged, unconscious patient's arm. The vision blurred and blacked out. His sight was all white but now voices were heard.
"It's done then?" One asked.
"Yes." This person sounded like the doctor. "It is finished."
"Good."
"Dan look, is this really necessary?"
"Hey listen, you did your part and you're just as guilty as I am. Don't make me turn you in."
"I, I'm sorry. It's just that.."
"You know what? For a doctor, you think and talk way too much."
"I apologize, sir."
"That's much better. Now get this guy outa here, that stuff should've already fully kicked in."
"But what do I do with him?"
"What do I look like to you, the humane society, secret service? Just throw him in a dumpster or something for all I care, but just get him away from the hospital."
"As you wish."
Then the voices went silent and the white vision grew bright before the man opened his eyes and realized that he was back in the city streets. As it turns out, the shot fired at Chris wasn't lethal, the doctor was able to remove the bullet that hadn't hit him in the heart after all. They'd only faked his death so that Carlos would be able to fulfill his revenge against Stephanie and the superstars. The rain was still pouring down, thunder booming far off as people ran towards taxicabs with newspapers over their heads. The man looked down at his hands and then walked over to a window, looking at his mangled, drenched reflection. This seemed all so familiar to him, the rain on him, the reflection in the window, the car splashing water on him.
"Was that real?" He looked up at the building, it was the foreclosed World. He looked back at his reflection and sneezed. "It's true, she was right.. I am Chris Jericho!" The man smiled, he remembered it all now. But his smile turned into an angry frown as he growled deep from in his throat. "Carlos." He turned around angrily and began to stomp down the road but stopped. "Wait! Where is everyone? How long as has it been?" He looked around frantically until he saw a man. "Excuse me sir!" He ran over to the person who stopped to turn around. "Do you know what the date is today?"
"Why yes." The man looked at his watch. "It's Tuesday the first."
"Thank you." Chris nodded and the man got into his car. He sighed. "Oh my god, it's been days since I had supposedly died, everyone's gone!" He began to think frantically, he had nothing but the cloths he was wearing. All of his things were probably at his home if not traveling around with the superstars, wherever they were now. "Oh no, what do I do now." Chris tried to calm down, breathing carefully to not stress himself out. "Ok, think. Where would they be today?" He counted on his fingers. "Let's see, New York, Washington D.C., Atlantic City! They're in Jersey!" He dug into his pocket, finding something. "Yes." He sighed with relief and pulled out his wallet. He ran to the bus station and paid for a ticket to Atlantic City. He got on the bus and sat down in the front.
The bus had the news on radio: "We believe that Carlos is out of New York and could be anywhere from Connecticut to New Jersey. But we advise everyone to be careful."
"Oh my god." Chris began to feel sick. "Carlos is out?" He breathed quickly.
"Hey man, are you ok?" The bus driver asked in concern.
"Hu?" Chris turned to him. "Yea, yea." He cleared his throat and tried to remain calm. "Don't worry guys, I'm coming." He said in his mind. "He's got to be after them, he's got to be in Jersey. You just you wait Carlos, we aren't finished yet." He scowled.
Meanwhile, in Atlantic City.
"Dan, I just don't think I can move on." Stephanie McMahon was in her hotel room with the other superstars when Dan had come by to see how they were doing.
"It's ok Steph, denial on death is hard to forget. But I wouldn't worry, Chris isn't dead if he's with us in spirit." Dan smiled comforting.
"Oh, thank you Dan." Stephanie hugged him, Dan patted her back.
"Well I have to go Steph, but you take care and I'll see you at the arena." Dan stood up.
"Ok. You know Dan, I'm really sorry about this whole hotel mix up."
"Nah it's ok."
"No really, it's not fair that we're all in the same one but you're half a mile down the road."
"It's ok Steph, don't you worry you're little head over it." Dan patted her head gently before leaving.
He smiled to himself, they were all such fools, stupid, gullible fools. Carlos wasn't in the superstar's hotel, but he was just a few blocks away in the hotel with Dan. It was all part of their master plan, it had nothing to do with Stephanie's mix up. He was going to get away with this easier than taking candy away from a baby. Dan's cell phone rang.
"Dan, it's me. Is everything going according to plan?"
"Yes, the trap is ready and the bait is set."
"Good." It was Carlos. "This game is so much fun, it's a pity it'll all have to end when they all end up dead." Carlos laughed evilly. Dan began to laugh too. "Hey stop that, only I can do the evil sinister laugh." Carlos snapped but his phone beeped. "Oh hang on, I've got call waiting." He pushed a button. "Hello?"
"Still me."
"Ok, sorry." He pushed another button. "Hello?"
"Yes?" Dan asked in a girly voice but then laughed. "No I'm just kidding, it's me." Carlos growled and hung up. Dan hung up and looked at his cell phone but just shrugged as continued walking off.
"Oh my head." A man's voice groaned. He opened his eyes, finding himself on the wet pavement, looking strait up into the dark storm clouds in the sky. He squinted as the rain hit his face. The man sat up, weak and dizzy. "What happened?"
He looked around the gray city, trying desperately to remember how he got here and better yet why he was here. Was it a hangover, did he go to a party and end up sprawled in this back alley? Was he mugged and got hit on the back of the head? He walked out into the street as a taxi sped by, shooting a blast of dirty water up into his face. He coughed hard and began to shiver.
"Oh my god!" A person walking on the street approached the shaggy man. "Aren't you." She stopped herself and sighed, wrapping her jacket around herself. "No, I'm sorry, you couldn't be." The lady began to walk off down the road.
"Hey, hey, wait!" The man called and the woman turned back around to him. "What, do you know me?"
"It's my fault, I thought you were somebody else."
"Who? Tell me, please, tell me who do you think I am?"
"Well," The lady blushed. "This might sound silly, but I thought you were that one wrestler guy, Chris Jericho." She laughed slightly. "Crazy hu? That guy's dead." The man was frozen at what he'd just heard. "Oh I'm sorry. I really have to go." The woman turned back around and continued on her way down the road.
"Chris Jericho?" The man stood in the middle of the sidewalk in Times Square. He closed his eyes, something was coming back to him. "I remember now." He opened his eyes and understood everything perfectly clear now:
The hospital was quiet, everyone had already left after hearing the horrible news. The doctor came back into the room and stood over the man, his expression was unreadable and odd. He smiled as he grabbed a needle and stuck it deep into the drugged, unconscious patient's arm. The vision blurred and blacked out. His sight was all white but now voices were heard.
"It's done then?" One asked.
"Yes." This person sounded like the doctor. "It is finished."
"Good."
"Dan look, is this really necessary?"
"Hey listen, you did your part and you're just as guilty as I am. Don't make me turn you in."
"I, I'm sorry. It's just that.."
"You know what? For a doctor, you think and talk way too much."
"I apologize, sir."
"That's much better. Now get this guy outa here, that stuff should've already fully kicked in."
"But what do I do with him?"
"What do I look like to you, the humane society, secret service? Just throw him in a dumpster or something for all I care, but just get him away from the hospital."
"As you wish."
Then the voices went silent and the white vision grew bright before the man opened his eyes and realized that he was back in the city streets. As it turns out, the shot fired at Chris wasn't lethal, the doctor was able to remove the bullet that hadn't hit him in the heart after all. They'd only faked his death so that Carlos would be able to fulfill his revenge against Stephanie and the superstars. The rain was still pouring down, thunder booming far off as people ran towards taxicabs with newspapers over their heads. The man looked down at his hands and then walked over to a window, looking at his mangled, drenched reflection. This seemed all so familiar to him, the rain on him, the reflection in the window, the car splashing water on him.
"Was that real?" He looked up at the building, it was the foreclosed World. He looked back at his reflection and sneezed. "It's true, she was right.. I am Chris Jericho!" The man smiled, he remembered it all now. But his smile turned into an angry frown as he growled deep from in his throat. "Carlos." He turned around angrily and began to stomp down the road but stopped. "Wait! Where is everyone? How long as has it been?" He looked around frantically until he saw a man. "Excuse me sir!" He ran over to the person who stopped to turn around. "Do you know what the date is today?"
"Why yes." The man looked at his watch. "It's Tuesday the first."
"Thank you." Chris nodded and the man got into his car. He sighed. "Oh my god, it's been days since I had supposedly died, everyone's gone!" He began to think frantically, he had nothing but the cloths he was wearing. All of his things were probably at his home if not traveling around with the superstars, wherever they were now. "Oh no, what do I do now." Chris tried to calm down, breathing carefully to not stress himself out. "Ok, think. Where would they be today?" He counted on his fingers. "Let's see, New York, Washington D.C., Atlantic City! They're in Jersey!" He dug into his pocket, finding something. "Yes." He sighed with relief and pulled out his wallet. He ran to the bus station and paid for a ticket to Atlantic City. He got on the bus and sat down in the front.
The bus had the news on radio: "We believe that Carlos is out of New York and could be anywhere from Connecticut to New Jersey. But we advise everyone to be careful."
"Oh my god." Chris began to feel sick. "Carlos is out?" He breathed quickly.
"Hey man, are you ok?" The bus driver asked in concern.
"Hu?" Chris turned to him. "Yea, yea." He cleared his throat and tried to remain calm. "Don't worry guys, I'm coming." He said in his mind. "He's got to be after them, he's got to be in Jersey. You just you wait Carlos, we aren't finished yet." He scowled.
Meanwhile, in Atlantic City.
"Dan, I just don't think I can move on." Stephanie McMahon was in her hotel room with the other superstars when Dan had come by to see how they were doing.
"It's ok Steph, denial on death is hard to forget. But I wouldn't worry, Chris isn't dead if he's with us in spirit." Dan smiled comforting.
"Oh, thank you Dan." Stephanie hugged him, Dan patted her back.
"Well I have to go Steph, but you take care and I'll see you at the arena." Dan stood up.
"Ok. You know Dan, I'm really sorry about this whole hotel mix up."
"Nah it's ok."
"No really, it's not fair that we're all in the same one but you're half a mile down the road."
"It's ok Steph, don't you worry you're little head over it." Dan patted her head gently before leaving.
He smiled to himself, they were all such fools, stupid, gullible fools. Carlos wasn't in the superstar's hotel, but he was just a few blocks away in the hotel with Dan. It was all part of their master plan, it had nothing to do with Stephanie's mix up. He was going to get away with this easier than taking candy away from a baby. Dan's cell phone rang.
"Dan, it's me. Is everything going according to plan?"
"Yes, the trap is ready and the bait is set."
"Good." It was Carlos. "This game is so much fun, it's a pity it'll all have to end when they all end up dead." Carlos laughed evilly. Dan began to laugh too. "Hey stop that, only I can do the evil sinister laugh." Carlos snapped but his phone beeped. "Oh hang on, I've got call waiting." He pushed a button. "Hello?"
"Still me."
"Ok, sorry." He pushed another button. "Hello?"
"Yes?" Dan asked in a girly voice but then laughed. "No I'm just kidding, it's me." Carlos growled and hung up. Dan hung up and looked at his cell phone but just shrugged as continued walking off.
