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A/N: Hello again, last chapter was a sad one, I know, but hey, sad things make good stories right? And after sad things...revenge comes..bwahahahahahahah...Yeah, you get the picture. Uh..let's see, what else do I need to say before I think of something for XA/N? I know that I like to kill off my created characters. It's fun. Sometimes. Hey, it was either Cori or Liz, and Lizzie would have my head if I killed her off, wouldn't you Lizzie? So, since Cori was one of my characters, I thought that it was time for someone to die. I'm mean, yeah I know, but oh well. Hope that you'll still read anyways. Peace.
XA/N: (This will be another fairly short XA/N, I can't help it. Unless motivation strikes me in the middle of writing it, it'll be short.)
Skittle and Showstoppa raced to the scene of the explosion with the medics. Vince was also there by this time.
"Man, I need to stop making decisions like this, or there'll be an assassination attempt on my life pretty soon!" Vince said. Stretchers were being wheeled away by the threes. Skittle ran up to walk with her best friend, whom had been injured. Yup, you guessed it. Jeff Hardy. Showstoppa decided to talk to Vince for a while. Everyone was still trying to figure out what had happened, why it had happened, and who, if anyone was killed.
If everyone was lucky, there would be no fatalities.
But luck is something that not everyone has.
**
Chris walked out of the hospital a week later. His voice wasn't completely back yet, but it would return in time. He had an arm around Liz, who was silent for the most part. She hadn't said much over the past week. No words needed to be spoken. Both were clinging to something that wasn't there, and both were thinking of revenge.
Shawn was supposed to be picking them up from the hospital, and he was there, as promised. Shawn had learned the extent of the injuries that he had given to HHH at Survivor Series. He had a broken nose, a busted lip, bruised ribs, a torn ligament in his knee, and one huge black eye that would be there for quite a while.
Chris was proud of what Shawn had done.
But it was time for Chris to get some payback as well.
Chris had already planned on beating the hell out of Hunter, that much he knew he was going to do. Maybe if he got a pardon in advance, he would kill him. But the chances of that happening were slim to none. Chris opened the door for Liz, and then closed it after her. He got in on the passenger side.
"How you doin'?" Shawn asked him. They were in San Antonio, and Shawn was going to let them stay at his house. If they didn't mind Cameron asking them a million questions about nothing in particular, that was. (Of course everything was already ironed out as far as that went.)
Chris forced a smile. "As good as I can be, considering." He told him. Shawn nodded and looked at Liz. She looked horrible and needed sleep badly.
"How's she doing?" He whispered, as he started the car. Chris shook his head.
"Not good at all, she thinks it's her fault that this happened. But it's not of course, it's Hunter's. Maybe part of my fault as well, but hey, Hunter takes most of the blame for this one." Chris said, his voice was a horrible sound to hear, in the place of his healthy one.
**
They had dropped Liz off at her apartment, which was not far outside of San Antonio. Chris and Liz had talked about doing that at the hospital, and both agreed to take some time apart.
Shawn killed the engine and sat back in the seat. Chris looked like he was lost deep in thought. He knew exactly how Chris felt. The only difference in their situations was that Rebecca actually hadn't been dead. Cori was. And Shawn didn't think that she would be coming back anytime soon. Shawn had opened the door to get out when Chris muttered something.
"What?" Shawn asked, not hearing him correctly. Chris looked at Shawn with a glint of the old Chris coming back in his eyes.
"I've got a plan." He said hoarsely.
**
A/N: Hello again, last chapter was a sad one, I know, but hey, sad things make good stories right? And after sad things...revenge comes..bwahahahahahahah...Yeah, you get the picture. Uh..let's see, what else do I need to say before I think of something for XA/N? I know that I like to kill off my created characters. It's fun. Sometimes. Hey, it was either Cori or Liz, and Lizzie would have my head if I killed her off, wouldn't you Lizzie? So, since Cori was one of my characters, I thought that it was time for someone to die. I'm mean, yeah I know, but oh well. Hope that you'll still read anyways. Peace.
XA/N: (This will be another fairly short XA/N, I can't help it. Unless motivation strikes me in the middle of writing it, it'll be short.)
Skittle and Showstoppa raced to the scene of the explosion with the medics. Vince was also there by this time.
"Man, I need to stop making decisions like this, or there'll be an assassination attempt on my life pretty soon!" Vince said. Stretchers were being wheeled away by the threes. Skittle ran up to walk with her best friend, whom had been injured. Yup, you guessed it. Jeff Hardy. Showstoppa decided to talk to Vince for a while. Everyone was still trying to figure out what had happened, why it had happened, and who, if anyone was killed.
If everyone was lucky, there would be no fatalities.
But luck is something that not everyone has.
**
Chris walked out of the hospital a week later. His voice wasn't completely back yet, but it would return in time. He had an arm around Liz, who was silent for the most part. She hadn't said much over the past week. No words needed to be spoken. Both were clinging to something that wasn't there, and both were thinking of revenge.
Shawn was supposed to be picking them up from the hospital, and he was there, as promised. Shawn had learned the extent of the injuries that he had given to HHH at Survivor Series. He had a broken nose, a busted lip, bruised ribs, a torn ligament in his knee, and one huge black eye that would be there for quite a while.
Chris was proud of what Shawn had done.
But it was time for Chris to get some payback as well.
Chris had already planned on beating the hell out of Hunter, that much he knew he was going to do. Maybe if he got a pardon in advance, he would kill him. But the chances of that happening were slim to none. Chris opened the door for Liz, and then closed it after her. He got in on the passenger side.
"How you doin'?" Shawn asked him. They were in San Antonio, and Shawn was going to let them stay at his house. If they didn't mind Cameron asking them a million questions about nothing in particular, that was. (Of course everything was already ironed out as far as that went.)
Chris forced a smile. "As good as I can be, considering." He told him. Shawn nodded and looked at Liz. She looked horrible and needed sleep badly.
"How's she doing?" He whispered, as he started the car. Chris shook his head.
"Not good at all, she thinks it's her fault that this happened. But it's not of course, it's Hunter's. Maybe part of my fault as well, but hey, Hunter takes most of the blame for this one." Chris said, his voice was a horrible sound to hear, in the place of his healthy one.
**
They had dropped Liz off at her apartment, which was not far outside of San Antonio. Chris and Liz had talked about doing that at the hospital, and both agreed to take some time apart.
Shawn killed the engine and sat back in the seat. Chris looked like he was lost deep in thought. He knew exactly how Chris felt. The only difference in their situations was that Rebecca actually hadn't been dead. Cori was. And Shawn didn't think that she would be coming back anytime soon. Shawn had opened the door to get out when Chris muttered something.
"What?" Shawn asked, not hearing him correctly. Chris looked at Shawn with a glint of the old Chris coming back in his eyes.
"I've got a plan." He said hoarsely.
**