Disclaimer: I dun own UM, but I forgot... I own Alan, Sarah, Shock and Andrew... but that's it.

Thanks for all the reviews, people I've had lots of revision to deal with, so chapters may take longer to be posted, sorry! Oh, some swearing in this chapter. And remember, the more reviews, the quicker I give you the next chapters!

Chapter Three

The chase is on

Kevin opened his eyes slowly, feeling the burning pain of someone poking him in the shoulder. Whoever it was, was going to get a punch as soon as Kevin got up. But right now, he found it hard to open his eyes.

"Who's the lazy one now?" A voice sniggered. Kevin knew it straight away, Alan... But, there was another voice.

"Hey! Don't be so mean, I thought you were his friend!" That was the voice of Sarah, yelling at Alan. Kevin couldn't really believe it, but maybe she was just one of those people. Kevin opened his eyes fully, seeing Alan was the one poking him in the shoulder. He felt the urge to smack him in the face, but Alan was just playing around. Kevin snarled at him lightly, and noticed to two of them smile. Alan fell back and laughed.

"Wow Kevin, you really must've drunk yourself silly this time!" He snickered, still joking. Sarah elbowed him hard in the arm.

"Don't be so mean!" She growled. "Are you okay Kevin?" She asked him. Kevin lifted himself off the ground, felling a sharp pain in his back. Alan grabbed Kevin's arm, helping him up, as did Sarah.

"Get off!" Snapped Kevin, pushing both of them back. Sarah looked pretty shocked, but Alan was used to it. Kevin almost stumbled over his own feet, but managed to keep his balance. "I don't need your sympathy! Even if you helped me," He began, pointing at Sarah. "I'll owe you something else!" He snapped. He didn't wait for a reply, or for them to move, he just pushed passed them and began to walk back down the street nearby, blood dripping from his mask, his back in pain and his whole body worn out.

"On the contrary," Alan shouted to Kevin. "You still owe Sarah twice. She partially saved your life." He finished. His tone was much more serious than before. Kevin turned around.

"I didn't need saving!" He snapped.

"You did." Sarah replied. She walked quickly round Kevin and stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest. "That guy with the big metal arm or whatever was about to punch you over the head, I got their attention, led them away and got Alan round here." She explained. Alan nodded behind Kevin. Kevin didn't move, but didn't speak.

"Yeah, you seriously owe her. And Kevin, if you're going back to the apartment, you're going the wrong way." Said Alan. Kevin shrugged his shoulder, and nudged past Sarah. He would have thought she would have stopped him, but no... Alan was the one to grab Kevin's t-shirt violently, tugging him back. Kevin struggled to move forward, his shoulders and back burning every time Alan tugged back. "Listen Kevin, you keep pushing me away, you won't let me help you lately, and we're best friends! You're not walking away this time! Let me help, for God sake!" Alan growled. Kevin pulled himself forward, wincing and closing his eyes at the pain. Sarah suddenly stepped in, grabbing Alan's flag cape.

"Let go, Alan!" Sarah snapped. Kevin pulled forward harder, feeling his t- shirt stretching.

"Alan... let go... my back's hurting... let go..." Kevin muttered calmly. Alan didn't let go, he just pulled Kevin back more. "Get off!" Kevin yelled, yanking viciously. Alan still didn't let go.

"You're not walking out on your friend this time!" Alan snapped. Kevin felt his angry building. He wasn't abandoning his friend... ever...

"Alan..." Kevin growled. "GERROFF!!" He yelled loudly. He pulled forward so hard, his t-shirt ripped, making Alan and Sarah fall back. Alan stared at the ripped black t-shirt clenched in his hands, and looked up. He gasped.

"...No way..." He gasped. All down Kevin's back, and even on his neck were bruises and cuts, from that Andrew guy with the powerful arm. There was still blood from under Kevin's mask, also. It was like a long line of bruises and cuts down his back, mostly on his right side. Alan closed his eyes. "Looks like they beat you pretty bad..." He mumbled.

"Shut up!" Snapped Kevin. "I told you to get off before, but no! It's all a joke, isn't it? It was three against one those guys weren't normal! It was clear I got the shit beat out of me, but you didn't have to rub it in! Not to mention you're annoying! Grow up Alan!"

"No!" Alan suddenly shouted, jumping to his feet. "You go find a better personality! I know you can be grumpy or moody sometimes, but you're like that all the time! I've been a friend to you, but I'm always having a joke, aren't I? Even when I'm not you never take me seriously!" Alan shouted. His voice went much deeper into a Welsh accent. "I never should have left Cymru!"

"Fine! Go back to your mountains! Do I care? Frankly... you weren't really my friend, just an unknown wrestler who wanted to be famous, so what better way to be famous than pretend to be Kevin Mask's friend? Go back to bloody Wales! I don't care! Of, and in case anyone hasn't told you, that flag is shit compared to the Union Jack, fucking dragons! You look like an idiot! A fucking, useless, idiot who can hardly say a single word correctly in fucking English!" Kevin shouted back. Alan stood there for a while. His face was filled with rage and his fist clenched tightly. Alan closed his eye. He pulled off the Welsh Flag cape he wore, his trademark mark, in fact. Alan through it at Kevin, and the British Knight caught it in his arms.

"If it's so dumb, you keep it! I'm no longer your friend, and our friendship is now terminated! Diolch yn fawr...da boch... Kevin Mask..." (Thank you very much...so long) Alan muttered coldly. Him speaking Welsh again was not a good sign... maybe he was going back to Wales. Without saying another word, Alan turned his back, and walked away. Sarah was stood there, watching the two of them. Kevin just sighed. He stared with golden eyes at the young wrestler walking away, without another thought. Kevin clenched his cape tightly, and began to walk off.

"Kevin...?" Sarah muttered from behind. She walked up to him quickly, noticing Kevin was limping on his injured leg. "You want any help...?"

"I could use some..." He muttered, still not stopping. Sarah nodded, staring at Kevin sympathetically. Kevin noticed that. "Who knows...?" He snarled coldly, tossing Alan's flag inside a puddle of water beside him. "Maybe he's better off on his own... and maybe we just weren't meant to be friends." Sarah stared at the flag, and turned around. Alan was looking at them from the end of the street. He tossed his head bitterly; ignoring that fact Kevin had thrown his trademark away. Sarah bent down, and picked up the flag. It was covered in mud and was wet, but she thought it could come in handy, some day... so she took it with her.

"Yeah... maybe..."

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Kevin stumbled into the apartment, knocking over some beer cans and bottles as he went. He groaned heavily, but managed to stumble onto the coach nearby. He groaned again, glancing back at Sarah who was stood at the door.

"You're invited in, you know..." Kevin muttered. Sarah smiled heavily, and walked in, kicking the door behind her and almost kicking it off its hinges. She walked in and looked around, it was pretty dark and a mess, but so what? Kevin lifted his injured leg up, and ripped off part of his pants. The cut was deep, and was still bleeding. He sighed. "Maybe I should've taken my father's advice and become a doctor..." He said, followed by a fit of laughter. His father would never hear of another job, and Kevin had to be a wrestler, that's what made it so funny.

"Maybe I could help, my father was a doctor!" Sarah laughed. Kevin laughed lightly, too. "I'm serious, in fact. I know some stuff, let me take a look." She said, running over and jumping on the coach beside Kevin. Kevin almost fell on the floor in fear she was going to land on his leg. It was bleeding badly, very badly. "You got any bandages around here?" She asked. Kevin shook his head. "Then I'll just use this." She said taking the piece of cloth Kevin ripped from his pants. She carefully tied it round his cut, making Kevin wince and almost kick her off.

"Ouch! Stop that!" Kevin snapped, dragging his leg away.

"...Cry baby..." She muttered. Kevin snarled.

"What?" He shouted. Sarah shook her head lightly.

"Nothin'..." She laughed. Sarah jumped over the side of the coach, and stretched her arms a little. She reached into her back pocket, then her eyes widened. "Oh... shit..." She gasped. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" She shouted frantically checking all her jean pockets. Kevin stared at her, raising his eyebrow.

"What?" He asked.

"My... money..." She gasped. "I must have dropped everything somewhere... that means... oh shit! I won't be able to spend another night in the hotel until I find that money!" She shouted, tugging at her own hair. "I'm so stupid!"

"Stay here then. Alan's gone back to Wales, and one of us normally sleeps on the coach. So... you can sleep on the coach. I get the bed." Kevin suggested. He tried to pull himself up, but gave up when feeling a sharp, sharp pain in his back. He groaned again. "Second thoughts... I'll stay right here." Kevin said. Sarah shrugged.

"What made you change your mind about me? Your were all snappy before and all..." Sarah asked. Kevin didn't answer. He sighed heavily, but didn't answer still. He started to cough, coughing out blood onto the inside of his mask and dripping down his neck. "Maybe you should start cleaning your face up or something... I mean you've got blood all over you. I can help, if you want."

"No!" Kevin snapped. "I'll take care of that myself." He muttered. More blood dripped down his neck onto his chest. Sarah shook her head.

"Don't be so stubborn! I'll help you! I haven't got a hidden camera or something, and I won't tell the world what to look like without your mask on! C'mon!" She yelled, jumping back on the coach almost making Kevin jump. "It's take that mask off or bleed all night." She snapped. Kevin sighed heavily. He had a feeling about this person, something different than before. Trust? More than that.

"Fine..." Kevin muttered. Sarah smiled happily, and reached out for Kevin's mask. Kevin closed his eyes tightly. She pulled it right off the Brit's face; seeing he was... beautiful... even the blood on Kevin's didn't ruin it. There was some blood above his eyes, some from his nose and mouth, but still...

"You're..." She began. She wanted to spill it right out, but didn't. "... Not so badly messed up." She suddenly changed what she said.

"...Whatever... get this over with, it's late..."

--

Kevin and Sarah partially stayed up all night watching pointless movies. Then Sarah MADE Kevin watch re-runs of his old matches, which made Kevin fall asleep, literally. It was morning, and Kevin was still asleep without his mask on. Sarah was up before him, well it seemed everyone was. The Brit was still badly hurt from the three attacking him. He turned over a bit, catching his leg on his foot.

"Oww..." He mumbled, waking up. He groaned heavily, wiping his hair out of his eyes. Sarah was stood at the door, reading a small note. Kevin blinked. "Hey... what's that?" He asked blankly, being careful not to turn over again. Sarah looked up at him her face looking quiet shocked. Kevin raised his eyebrow.

"L-look at this..." She shuttered, walking towards Kevin and handing him the paper. Kevin took it wearily, and began to read it:

Dear Squealer,

Guess what? We found Alpha lame-o mumbling some shit about you. So we decided to beat him up for bad mouthing you. But then... insperation (note the bad spelling) struck! We decided to take your former pal for a trip across the world, Japan. He's fine, just the blood here and there, but I'll leave it at that. If you want your lame-o Alpha pal to be alive by next week, get your ass over to Japan. There, you'll pick two more friends, and they'll be a tag-team match. You've got until Thursday, and you should get yourself invited to a part Kid Muscle's throwing for Chojin's. You'll know more there. Your sincerily (note the bad spelling again),

The God of War.

Kevin stared down at the paper. If this was true... it was his fault...

"It came with this..." Sarah muttered. She handed Kevin a small, golden watch, with cracked glass, but it still worked. "But this could be anyone's... I don't think you should hunt them down or anything... And I think I'll bring up their spelling later..." Sarah muttered.

"No... that's my watch... I gave it to Alan when he was always late for training, he kept it..." Kevin muttered. He clenched his fist hard, crushing the note in his hands. "I hate them... c'mon!" Kevin shouted, struggling to get up. Sarah raised her eyebrow. "We're going to find Alan, hunt them down! I don't care how badly I'm beaten, NO ONE gets my friends involved!" Kevin shouted. Sarah didn't argue, she obeyed, remembering the Welsh flag she had kept...