Here's my chapter. It's very short.
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Chapter Six __
There Is No Escape
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"So you do understand what you need to do?" Vince McMahon asked, his eyes glassy. "I'm not up for repeating myself."
"I do," Chris assured. "I know what I have to do. Are you alright, Vince?"
The WWE's owner's eyes were tired. "I should be asking you the same thing," he answered, eluding the question.
Chris took it in stride and said, eagerly, "I'm fine. I feel fit as a fiddle. The doctor said I was okay."
"He's not!"
The snarl came from Kurt, standing by the door, watching them both intently. His eyes were fiery as they fell upon the pair.
Vince looked at him in interest. "What do you mean, Kurt?"
"He's not okay," Kurt said, ignoring Chris's smoldering gaze. "I don't know why the doctor let him out. He was dying last night and now suddenly he's fine? And today, on the way here, he was really tired. He looked sick. I don't think he's okay. He could injure someone."
"I could injure someone?" Chris burst out, his heart swelling in anger. "How about you, all high and mighty? I'm not the one who almost killed us on the freeway!"
"I told you," Kurt shot back, "that it was my hearing! I'm not sick, I'm not like-"
"Shut up, the both of you," Vince snapped suddenly and they both fell silent. "You're acting like children. Chris, is it true? Do you really feel sick still?"
Anger fluttering within him, Chris forced himself to nod. "I do, a little. It's not much. My back aches and so does my head, but it's not like I've never wrestled like this before. I don't know why Kurt is complaining." He tried to say it neutrally, but it came out forced.
"I'm saying it because-"Kurt began to say angrily.
"And what about almost killing you on the freeway, Kurt?" Vince said.
Kurt's face paled and he looked around wildly. "It was nothing. Sometimes my hearing goes out and today it really disoriented me. It was nothing. It happens sometimes."
Vince eyed them both measuring. "Under normal circumstances, I'd have you both checked out by a doctor. You can't go out there hurt. But these are not normal circumstances." His face was white. "The earthquake really set us back and we need you all to give your best. When we get everything settled, then you both will go to a doctor to make sure you're fine. But right now, frankly, I don't give a damn. Both of you need to go out and do your best. Thank you both."
Chris and Kurt just looked at him.
Glaring at them, Vince said, "You heard me. Go and prepare. Now."
Without another glance at Vince, they left the room and entered the hallway.
"Why did you do that?" Chris asked Kurt as soon as they were out. "What's wrong with you?"
Kurt kept his eyes averted. "I'm telling you, I think you're a danger. You don't look good."
"Let me be the judge of that," Chris said viciously, quashing the urge to lash out at his friend.
"And what about you bringing up me and the freeway?"
"Let me think," Chris said sarcastically. "Could it be because you brought up something about me?"
"That's very immature of you," Kurt said, starting to swiftly walk down the hallway.
"Immature?" Chris started to scream at him, anger boiling inside him. "That's immature, get back here-"
"Chris."
The voice was frosty with just an ounce of fear. Chris turned. "Stephanie?"
Her face was a pale pallor and her eyes showed the signs of crying for many hours. Not even her make-up could disguise the signs of wear and tear on her. She seemed to have suffered in the past few hours.
"Are you alright, Stephanie?" Chris asked awkwardly, remembering too clearly their last encounter.
"No, I'm not," she said. "You're making a fool of me."
"I told you, I don't remember. And that's not the only thing that's bothering you." His voice was tender. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly she screamed, loudly, "My brother's missing, okay? Just stop prying me about it!'
Chris stepped back suddenly. "What?"
"Shane's missing," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I don't know where he is!"
Sudden pain attacked Chris and he doubled over, wincing.
"What's wrong?" Stephanie asked, concerned, the tears starting to slip down her cheeks.
"Serial killers," he coughed and fell to the floor.
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He could see the boy in front of him, running. The boy's hair was shaggy and black, and it swung around his head like a whip.
Fool. Didn't he know that nobody could outrun him?
And his green eyes glowing, he bounded after the doomed boy.
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I'm sorry it's so short, but I've neglected this story terribly and I wanted to give you something. I know you probably won't enjoy it. .. But it's the least I could do.
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Chapter Six __
There Is No Escape
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"So you do understand what you need to do?" Vince McMahon asked, his eyes glassy. "I'm not up for repeating myself."
"I do," Chris assured. "I know what I have to do. Are you alright, Vince?"
The WWE's owner's eyes were tired. "I should be asking you the same thing," he answered, eluding the question.
Chris took it in stride and said, eagerly, "I'm fine. I feel fit as a fiddle. The doctor said I was okay."
"He's not!"
The snarl came from Kurt, standing by the door, watching them both intently. His eyes were fiery as they fell upon the pair.
Vince looked at him in interest. "What do you mean, Kurt?"
"He's not okay," Kurt said, ignoring Chris's smoldering gaze. "I don't know why the doctor let him out. He was dying last night and now suddenly he's fine? And today, on the way here, he was really tired. He looked sick. I don't think he's okay. He could injure someone."
"I could injure someone?" Chris burst out, his heart swelling in anger. "How about you, all high and mighty? I'm not the one who almost killed us on the freeway!"
"I told you," Kurt shot back, "that it was my hearing! I'm not sick, I'm not like-"
"Shut up, the both of you," Vince snapped suddenly and they both fell silent. "You're acting like children. Chris, is it true? Do you really feel sick still?"
Anger fluttering within him, Chris forced himself to nod. "I do, a little. It's not much. My back aches and so does my head, but it's not like I've never wrestled like this before. I don't know why Kurt is complaining." He tried to say it neutrally, but it came out forced.
"I'm saying it because-"Kurt began to say angrily.
"And what about almost killing you on the freeway, Kurt?" Vince said.
Kurt's face paled and he looked around wildly. "It was nothing. Sometimes my hearing goes out and today it really disoriented me. It was nothing. It happens sometimes."
Vince eyed them both measuring. "Under normal circumstances, I'd have you both checked out by a doctor. You can't go out there hurt. But these are not normal circumstances." His face was white. "The earthquake really set us back and we need you all to give your best. When we get everything settled, then you both will go to a doctor to make sure you're fine. But right now, frankly, I don't give a damn. Both of you need to go out and do your best. Thank you both."
Chris and Kurt just looked at him.
Glaring at them, Vince said, "You heard me. Go and prepare. Now."
Without another glance at Vince, they left the room and entered the hallway.
"Why did you do that?" Chris asked Kurt as soon as they were out. "What's wrong with you?"
Kurt kept his eyes averted. "I'm telling you, I think you're a danger. You don't look good."
"Let me be the judge of that," Chris said viciously, quashing the urge to lash out at his friend.
"And what about you bringing up me and the freeway?"
"Let me think," Chris said sarcastically. "Could it be because you brought up something about me?"
"That's very immature of you," Kurt said, starting to swiftly walk down the hallway.
"Immature?" Chris started to scream at him, anger boiling inside him. "That's immature, get back here-"
"Chris."
The voice was frosty with just an ounce of fear. Chris turned. "Stephanie?"
Her face was a pale pallor and her eyes showed the signs of crying for many hours. Not even her make-up could disguise the signs of wear and tear on her. She seemed to have suffered in the past few hours.
"Are you alright, Stephanie?" Chris asked awkwardly, remembering too clearly their last encounter.
"No, I'm not," she said. "You're making a fool of me."
"I told you, I don't remember. And that's not the only thing that's bothering you." His voice was tender. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly she screamed, loudly, "My brother's missing, okay? Just stop prying me about it!'
Chris stepped back suddenly. "What?"
"Shane's missing," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I don't know where he is!"
Sudden pain attacked Chris and he doubled over, wincing.
"What's wrong?" Stephanie asked, concerned, the tears starting to slip down her cheeks.
"Serial killers," he coughed and fell to the floor.
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He could see the boy in front of him, running. The boy's hair was shaggy and black, and it swung around his head like a whip.
Fool. Didn't he know that nobody could outrun him?
And his green eyes glowing, he bounded after the doomed boy.
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I'm sorry it's so short, but I've neglected this story terribly and I wanted to give you something. I know you probably won't enjoy it. .. But it's the least I could do.