Disclaimer: I only own Adriana and XA/N!
A/N: How was that for the return of XA/N? Hopefully good, because I have no clue where I'm going to take it from here. Rockie will be the "star" of this XA/N, so to speak because, well, she reviewed 6 or 7 times just to get this thing back, so, I think it's only fair. Now, back to XA/N!!
XA/N: Rockie scraped up all of the chips on the table. Jericho looked at her with disgust. He had betted everything he had on him (money wise) and she had won it all. BlazerAkila and Kazza threw down their cards and stood up. Edge walked over from nowhere and wrapped his arms around Kazza. They started to kiss and make out, etc.
"Ugh, get a room." JB said. She smiled when Kazza gave her a dirty look.
"We've got one, but you are in it." She retorted. JB shook her head. BlazerAkila said her goodbyes and left the table. Rockie then scooped all of the chips into a bag so she could cash these babies in. Rock snuck up behind her.
"The Rock sees that you have won a shitload of money."
"It's True. It's True." Rockie mocked. Both of them walked off, laughing and holding hands. JB stood behind Jericho as he shot daggers out of his eyes at her.
"Don't sweat it, Jericho." She told him. "You win some, you lose some. That's just life." He blinked and turned his head to look at her.
"I guess you're right aren't you?"
"Damn straight she is." Shawn said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jericho stood up. He and Shawn shook hands. The mysterious person watched all....
Rockie and Rock walked down to the main desk, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else. A shot rang out and Rockie screamed. Rock fell to the ground.
What will happen to the Rock? Who is this weird stalker person?
Find out next time on XA/N!!
**
Hunter paced around the room, with a bloody knife in his hand. He tried desperately to remember what had gone on the few minutes before that led him to the pacing in the kitchen.
They had been making love on Shawn's bed when the phone had rang and someone said that Shawn had been killed. He hadn't expected her to do this.
"You killed him?" Rebecca shouted. "YOU KILLED HIM!" Hunter struck her across the face. It was the only thing that he could think of to shut her up. Her eyes welled up with tears as she stumbled down the stairs to get a hold of something, anything to keep him from her.
He took the stairs down, two at a time, to keep up with her to ensure that she wouldn't call the cops. She opened a drawer and pulled out their butcher knife.
"Stay away from me Hunter or...."
"Or what?" Hunter sneered. "Or, you'll kill me?" The knife in Rebecca's hand trembled as she tried to fight him off.
Hunter loved how he frightened her. He grabbed the hand with the knife and disarmed her, pointing the knife to her throat.
"Hey Rebecca," he said, toying with what he wanted to do to her. "Guess what?" Rebecca offered no answer.
"I don't work for you anymore." He said, before digging the knife into her throat, ignoring the gurgling sound it made. Her body slumped against his, until it finally fell to the floor.
That's how he had ended up here. He quickly made up his mind. He started the water in the kitchen sink and rinsed the knife and his hands off under the water. Afterwards, he climbed the stairs and replaced his clothes. He threw some of Shawn's clothes on the floor and rumpled them up a little. He dried his hands on a t-shirt and threw it down.
After Hunter was fully clothed, he walked outside of the huge house and left the door cracked open, before wiping all of his prints from the doorknob and everywhere in the house he could think of. He walked calmly to his car and opened the door so he could sit down. He picked up his car phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 emergency." A lady said over the other end of the phone.
"I-I just got to m-my friend's house and walked inside and, and there's- there's blood.....everywhere." Hunter tried his best panic impersonation. Apparently it worked because the lady informed him that help was on the way.
Hunter hung up the phone and sat in his car, waiting for the ambulance to show up. He loved the way he thought....
A/N: How was that for the return of XA/N? Hopefully good, because I have no clue where I'm going to take it from here. Rockie will be the "star" of this XA/N, so to speak because, well, she reviewed 6 or 7 times just to get this thing back, so, I think it's only fair. Now, back to XA/N!!
XA/N: Rockie scraped up all of the chips on the table. Jericho looked at her with disgust. He had betted everything he had on him (money wise) and she had won it all. BlazerAkila and Kazza threw down their cards and stood up. Edge walked over from nowhere and wrapped his arms around Kazza. They started to kiss and make out, etc.
"Ugh, get a room." JB said. She smiled when Kazza gave her a dirty look.
"We've got one, but you are in it." She retorted. JB shook her head. BlazerAkila said her goodbyes and left the table. Rockie then scooped all of the chips into a bag so she could cash these babies in. Rock snuck up behind her.
"The Rock sees that you have won a shitload of money."
"It's True. It's True." Rockie mocked. Both of them walked off, laughing and holding hands. JB stood behind Jericho as he shot daggers out of his eyes at her.
"Don't sweat it, Jericho." She told him. "You win some, you lose some. That's just life." He blinked and turned his head to look at her.
"I guess you're right aren't you?"
"Damn straight she is." Shawn said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jericho stood up. He and Shawn shook hands. The mysterious person watched all....
Rockie and Rock walked down to the main desk, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else. A shot rang out and Rockie screamed. Rock fell to the ground.
What will happen to the Rock? Who is this weird stalker person?
Find out next time on XA/N!!
**
Hunter paced around the room, with a bloody knife in his hand. He tried desperately to remember what had gone on the few minutes before that led him to the pacing in the kitchen.
They had been making love on Shawn's bed when the phone had rang and someone said that Shawn had been killed. He hadn't expected her to do this.
"You killed him?" Rebecca shouted. "YOU KILLED HIM!" Hunter struck her across the face. It was the only thing that he could think of to shut her up. Her eyes welled up with tears as she stumbled down the stairs to get a hold of something, anything to keep him from her.
He took the stairs down, two at a time, to keep up with her to ensure that she wouldn't call the cops. She opened a drawer and pulled out their butcher knife.
"Stay away from me Hunter or...."
"Or what?" Hunter sneered. "Or, you'll kill me?" The knife in Rebecca's hand trembled as she tried to fight him off.
Hunter loved how he frightened her. He grabbed the hand with the knife and disarmed her, pointing the knife to her throat.
"Hey Rebecca," he said, toying with what he wanted to do to her. "Guess what?" Rebecca offered no answer.
"I don't work for you anymore." He said, before digging the knife into her throat, ignoring the gurgling sound it made. Her body slumped against his, until it finally fell to the floor.
That's how he had ended up here. He quickly made up his mind. He started the water in the kitchen sink and rinsed the knife and his hands off under the water. Afterwards, he climbed the stairs and replaced his clothes. He threw some of Shawn's clothes on the floor and rumpled them up a little. He dried his hands on a t-shirt and threw it down.
After Hunter was fully clothed, he walked outside of the huge house and left the door cracked open, before wiping all of his prints from the doorknob and everywhere in the house he could think of. He walked calmly to his car and opened the door so he could sit down. He picked up his car phone and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 emergency." A lady said over the other end of the phone.
"I-I just got to m-my friend's house and walked inside and, and there's- there's blood.....everywhere." Hunter tried his best panic impersonation. Apparently it worked because the lady informed him that help was on the way.
Hunter hung up the phone and sat in his car, waiting for the ambulance to show up. He loved the way he thought....