**A/N: Chapter Nine with, hopefuly, no spelling mistakes! Yey! It's starting to pick up now and by that I mean I knoe roughly how many chapters before I'll start to wrap it up. Thank you once again to my two lovely reviewers Y2J Chris Jericho and the_pink_dahlia, this story has solely become for you two! Reviews are, as always, apriciated! Enjoy!-Kiera**

Matt glared at Kenda who was, in turn, glaring straight back. The air around her was filled with the smoke from her cigarette. He hated her. Why did the greater god's have to stick him with a bitch like her? God, he hoped it killed her first. Her dark hair was hanging by her face and her eyeliner had smudged slightly, she reminded Matt of a vampire from Buffy. He'd had enough of her. It was her fault he'd been pulled into this.

"What?" Kenda demanded. "Got yet another problem?"

"With you? Always."

She laughed, it was a deep laugh that would of seemed out of place if she hadn't a husky voice. "Oh grow up."

"Is that all you can come up with?" he asked. "Or is there too much on your mind? Busy thinking about your little friend and how the big bad scary monster is going to kill her?"

Kenda's eye's narrowed further and she stood on the cigarette. She'd well and truly had enough of Matt Kyros. He'd been assigned to the wrong job, he had to be. Kenda would be damned if she was going to let him say that about Aurora.

"You know what? Eat shit."

Kenda outstretched her hands, fingers facing the floor and the electricity shot forward in several thin strands. It bounced off the floor, hit the ceiling and bounced back, heading straight for Matt, filling the air with a deafening crack as it went. Matt struck to, with his left hand, the ice leaving in a stream that expanded and covered everything it touched as it travelled towards Kenda. It sent an icy blast back at his face and froze a few front strands of his hair. The two forces stopped dead just inches from each other. Neither Kenda or Matt had any time to contemplate what was happening as both forces shit back and slammed directly into their owner. They flew back in the air and slammed hard on the floor.

"Shit." Matt muttered with a groan as he slowly pulled himself up.

He felt his frozen hair and saw Amber making her way towards them. She stopped by Kenda's head, sighed and stepped over her before looking at Matt like a disappointed parent.

"I don't want to know." she said simply. "I just thought we should split up. I'll go work on John with Matt and Kenda can go follow Shane McMahon. Up, now!"

Like two children, Matt and Kenda deliberately bumped into each other as they passed. Amber still didn't want to know.

John Cena was finding it hard to concentrate on tying his boots. He was finding it hard to concentrate on anything lately, he felt like he was constantly waiting for something big to happen. It took John another two attempts to tie his boots and he left the locker room in search of something, anything to take his mind off the world around him. He stopped at a vending machine to get a Coke and as his fingers made contact with the ice cold can he heard a buzz in his ear. John rubbed it in the hope it would go away. It didn't and seconds later, the buzz changed. It changed to a voice. A cold voice that seemed to drip, for lack of a better word.

"Am au gora, tinka malla. Am au gora, tinka malla."

He didn't have a clue what it meant. But John stayed crouched on the floor, one hand inside the vending machine, listening to the weird words.

"Am au gora, tinka malla. Am au gora, tinka malla."

Suddenly he felt dizzy and instantly sat down. His eye's where growing heavy and his heart was racing.

"Am au gora, tinka malla. Am au gora, tinka malla. I am au gora, tinka before me."

John closed his eyes, the urge was unresistable. There was something coming towards him, blacker against the black in his hand, gliding along. He really wanted to open his eyes again, but he couldn't.

"I am au gora, tinka before me. I am au gora, tinka before me. I am the Gora, tremble before me. I am the Gora, tremble before me."

It stopped in front of him, still only black and John knew it wasn't the same thing as before. In this dark place in his head, everything clicked. There had been something that had attacked him when he woke on the floor. But this wasn't it. This was much worse. John began shaking, his heart raced a little more and he really wanted to open his eyes.

"I am the Gora." It continued to rasp. "Tremble before me. Vanda melo du lith. Vanda melo my coming."

His lungs froze, unable to take another breath. John didn't know what to do, it was reaching out for him.

"You're death will bring my coming."

Something grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into the light. He opened his eyes and stared up at two people. He'd stopped shaking but his heart still raced.

"Are you alright?" Amber asked. "What happened?"

"The Gora." He mumbled, unable to say anything else. "The...."

"What is The Gora?" Matt said helping Amber pull him to his feet. He already had an idea.

Amber cleared her throat and licked her lips. Now was a good a time as any.....