Disclaimer: I only own XA/N. You all know that....
A/N: Glad to hear that pretty much everyone liked the last chapter. As much as I hate to say it, it was fun to write. Not a whole lot else to tell you other than I'm **planning** on updating Drop to Zero either tonight or tomorrow, so be sure to check up on that story soon.
XA/N: Skittle just got kidnapped, relationships are dieing and growing, sounds a lot like life.
Skittle screamed and pounded on the arms of her attacker. They removed their hand briefly to cover it with a rag. The sweet scent filled her nostrils and she felt darkness coming over her. Skittle's complete body slumped down in the arms of her attacker.
They opened the trunk of their car and placed Skittle in it. Soon after, Scott Steiner closed the trunk and got in the car. He would wait a little bit before leaving. Things were definitely getting interesting....
Back in the hospital, Shawn paced the waiting room. He was still trying to decide if he had done the right thing. He had to check in on JB one more time and ask the doctor's if they knew anything else about it. Shawn made up his mind and headed down the hall to check in on her.
Akila hugged Jeff as he slept. She couldn't help but wonder why Skittle had chosen this of all times to come back into Jeff's life, and she wanted to know what she (or he) had done to the other in the past. With thoughts swarming in her head, she fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
Kurt held Steph's hand while drool hung out of his mouth. He had worried himself to sleep. Steph slowly opened her eyes to find this very odd picture. She couldn't help but smile at him. He was so devoted to her. Almost like a little puppy dog. She smiled and was contented just to stare at her.
Lizzie buzzed the nurse for the 6th time.
"What is going on out there?" She muttered. She wanted to know where Chris was. And the fact that the nurses weren't responding to her buzzer was not helping her anxiety. She wondered how everyone else was, and remembered that JB had to tell Shawn something, but she couldn't remember what. Lizzie let her head fall back against the pillows and tried to calm down. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
In the OR, doctors were scrambling to get the supplies they needed. They were trying to save a life. Outside the double doors, a man standing on crutches was watching in horror as they worked on the girl inside. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and continued to watch, helplessly as they poked and pried to find out why JB had stopped breathing.
Up in ICU, Chris Jericho was being kept alive by machines. Machines breathing for him, feeding him through a tube, watching his heart. The doctors doubted that he would make it through the night.
Slowly, yet surely, the 12 GMs of RAW were falling. They were falling fast and hard.
Had Steiner's plan finally succeeded?
Did Vince somehow have anything to do with this?
Were they set up?
Will they all live?
Check out next chapter to find out some of the answers to these questions!!
**
Shawn bolted down the hallway. Sweat poured down his face and his legs were beginning to tire.
"Hunter!! I know you're there!! Show yourself!!" Shawn bellowed into the empty hallway. He could hear Chris' footsteps pounding behind him. They were going to find the stupid bastard and give him a piece of their pain.
"Come and get it Shawn!!" Hunter's voice sounded back. Shawn looked around him briefly to try and catch sight of him. When Shawn returned to face in front of him, He ran right into Hunter. Hunter laughed. Chris came running around a corner.
"Shoot him, Chris!!" Shawn yelled. "Shoot him!!" Chris blinked and looked at Shawn. He pointed the gun at Hunter. Sweat rolled into his eyes. Chris turned to face Shawn again. Then he pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Shawn screamed and bolted up in bed. He wiped the sweat off of his face and sighed.
That stupid dream.
Again.
He couldn't figure it out. Why did this dream keep playing through his head? Was it real? Shawn shook his head. It couldn't be true. He wondered how Chris was doing in the next room. The two were back traveling with RAW in an effort to get closer to Hunter, but naturally, Hunter was nowhere to be found.
Shawn got up and pulled some jeans on. Then, he made his way across the hall to Chris' room. He knocked on the door before using the spare key to get in. He looked around the dark room and tried to find Chris.
"Chris? Where are you?" Shawn asked. He heard Chris coughing. Shawn flicked the light on. Chris was sitting in the corner farthest from Shawn. Shawn stepped in and closed the door. Chris' head was tilted back against the wall, and he had another bottle of rum sitting beside him. As Shawn stepped deeper into the room, he noticed two empty bottles on the floor by the TV.
"Been doing a little drinking have you?" Shawn asked, surveying the room. Chris smirked.
"Only a little." He remarked. His smirk quickly disappeared. Shawn sat down on the floor next to Chris.
"Spill it, buddy." He said. Chris sighed and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. He tossed it at Shawn. Shawn opened it, and scanned the letter.
"Kinda puts things in a different light, doesn't it?" Chris slurred, tipping the bottom of the bottle again.
"Sure does. Hey, have you been having a weird dream lately?" Shawn asked. The question seemed to sober Chris' expression a bit.
"Yeah, yeah I have. One where I'm running down a hall, and I hear you yelling, so I'm trying to find you, when I run into Hunter. We fight, and I usually end up getting shot. I don't know if I'm dead at that point, or not. Anyways, I keep running, and I see myself in the hall. So I follow myself and I see you a step or two back from Hunter. The other me has a gun, and you're telling him to shoot Hunter. He turns around and shoots you."
Shawn shook his head.
"I've been having that exact dream for weeks. I don't know what it means." Shawn said. Chris smirked.
"Maybe we're psychic?" Chris asked.
"Well, it looks like we're in for a long night, so what do you want to-" Shawn started, when the phone rang. Chris shot it an evil look. He picked up the cordless phone lying next to him, and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked.
"-ris, is ....ere? I need to ......he needs to know...." The other voice said between cuts in the antenna.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Is Sh-....with.....or.....I can't fi-...." Chris sighed and handed the phone to Shawn.
"I think it's for you." He said. Shawn put the phone up to his ear.
"Breathe deep, Shawn." The other line said before going dead. Gas began to pour through the vents.
**
A/N: Glad to hear that pretty much everyone liked the last chapter. As much as I hate to say it, it was fun to write. Not a whole lot else to tell you other than I'm **planning** on updating Drop to Zero either tonight or tomorrow, so be sure to check up on that story soon.
XA/N: Skittle just got kidnapped, relationships are dieing and growing, sounds a lot like life.
Skittle screamed and pounded on the arms of her attacker. They removed their hand briefly to cover it with a rag. The sweet scent filled her nostrils and she felt darkness coming over her. Skittle's complete body slumped down in the arms of her attacker.
They opened the trunk of their car and placed Skittle in it. Soon after, Scott Steiner closed the trunk and got in the car. He would wait a little bit before leaving. Things were definitely getting interesting....
Back in the hospital, Shawn paced the waiting room. He was still trying to decide if he had done the right thing. He had to check in on JB one more time and ask the doctor's if they knew anything else about it. Shawn made up his mind and headed down the hall to check in on her.
Akila hugged Jeff as he slept. She couldn't help but wonder why Skittle had chosen this of all times to come back into Jeff's life, and she wanted to know what she (or he) had done to the other in the past. With thoughts swarming in her head, she fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
Kurt held Steph's hand while drool hung out of his mouth. He had worried himself to sleep. Steph slowly opened her eyes to find this very odd picture. She couldn't help but smile at him. He was so devoted to her. Almost like a little puppy dog. She smiled and was contented just to stare at her.
Lizzie buzzed the nurse for the 6th time.
"What is going on out there?" She muttered. She wanted to know where Chris was. And the fact that the nurses weren't responding to her buzzer was not helping her anxiety. She wondered how everyone else was, and remembered that JB had to tell Shawn something, but she couldn't remember what. Lizzie let her head fall back against the pillows and tried to calm down. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
In the OR, doctors were scrambling to get the supplies they needed. They were trying to save a life. Outside the double doors, a man standing on crutches was watching in horror as they worked on the girl inside. Shawn ran a hand through his hair and continued to watch, helplessly as they poked and pried to find out why JB had stopped breathing.
Up in ICU, Chris Jericho was being kept alive by machines. Machines breathing for him, feeding him through a tube, watching his heart. The doctors doubted that he would make it through the night.
Slowly, yet surely, the 12 GMs of RAW were falling. They were falling fast and hard.
Had Steiner's plan finally succeeded?
Did Vince somehow have anything to do with this?
Were they set up?
Will they all live?
Check out next chapter to find out some of the answers to these questions!!
**
Shawn bolted down the hallway. Sweat poured down his face and his legs were beginning to tire.
"Hunter!! I know you're there!! Show yourself!!" Shawn bellowed into the empty hallway. He could hear Chris' footsteps pounding behind him. They were going to find the stupid bastard and give him a piece of their pain.
"Come and get it Shawn!!" Hunter's voice sounded back. Shawn looked around him briefly to try and catch sight of him. When Shawn returned to face in front of him, He ran right into Hunter. Hunter laughed. Chris came running around a corner.
"Shoot him, Chris!!" Shawn yelled. "Shoot him!!" Chris blinked and looked at Shawn. He pointed the gun at Hunter. Sweat rolled into his eyes. Chris turned to face Shawn again. Then he pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Shawn screamed and bolted up in bed. He wiped the sweat off of his face and sighed.
That stupid dream.
Again.
He couldn't figure it out. Why did this dream keep playing through his head? Was it real? Shawn shook his head. It couldn't be true. He wondered how Chris was doing in the next room. The two were back traveling with RAW in an effort to get closer to Hunter, but naturally, Hunter was nowhere to be found.
Shawn got up and pulled some jeans on. Then, he made his way across the hall to Chris' room. He knocked on the door before using the spare key to get in. He looked around the dark room and tried to find Chris.
"Chris? Where are you?" Shawn asked. He heard Chris coughing. Shawn flicked the light on. Chris was sitting in the corner farthest from Shawn. Shawn stepped in and closed the door. Chris' head was tilted back against the wall, and he had another bottle of rum sitting beside him. As Shawn stepped deeper into the room, he noticed two empty bottles on the floor by the TV.
"Been doing a little drinking have you?" Shawn asked, surveying the room. Chris smirked.
"Only a little." He remarked. His smirk quickly disappeared. Shawn sat down on the floor next to Chris.
"Spill it, buddy." He said. Chris sighed and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. He tossed it at Shawn. Shawn opened it, and scanned the letter.
"Kinda puts things in a different light, doesn't it?" Chris slurred, tipping the bottom of the bottle again.
"Sure does. Hey, have you been having a weird dream lately?" Shawn asked. The question seemed to sober Chris' expression a bit.
"Yeah, yeah I have. One where I'm running down a hall, and I hear you yelling, so I'm trying to find you, when I run into Hunter. We fight, and I usually end up getting shot. I don't know if I'm dead at that point, or not. Anyways, I keep running, and I see myself in the hall. So I follow myself and I see you a step or two back from Hunter. The other me has a gun, and you're telling him to shoot Hunter. He turns around and shoots you."
Shawn shook his head.
"I've been having that exact dream for weeks. I don't know what it means." Shawn said. Chris smirked.
"Maybe we're psychic?" Chris asked.
"Well, it looks like we're in for a long night, so what do you want to-" Shawn started, when the phone rang. Chris shot it an evil look. He picked up the cordless phone lying next to him, and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked.
"-ris, is ....ere? I need to ......he needs to know...." The other voice said between cuts in the antenna.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Is Sh-....with.....or.....I can't fi-...." Chris sighed and handed the phone to Shawn.
"I think it's for you." He said. Shawn put the phone up to his ear.
"Breathe deep, Shawn." The other line said before going dead. Gas began to pour through the vents.
**