Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone in the story. You all know this, and yet I still go on and on and on…

A/N: Wow, check it out, people I am actually updating two days in a row!! Go me!! Actually, I'm just trying to get these things out of my head before I lose them to schoolwork. (I reminded myself 100 times to get something out of my Chemistry binder at school, and I was half way to my friend's car when I realized I needed it and we had to backtrack, AGAIN. [We had gone back inside the first time to talk to a teacher for a few minutes.]) So, yeah, since I am convinced that I have temporary amnesia from time to time, I want to get it all out before I lose it again. Thanks to everyone who (bore with me through the last paragraph and) reviewed last chapter!! (KrystalBlaze-Jerikor and DCFanatic, thanks a ton!!) Another thanks to KrystalBlaze-Jerikor for the motivation for this chapter!! BTW, You should know by now, that in ALL of my stories I leave a trail of dead bodies… This should not be surprising. Perhaps I should try writing a comedy for once, huh?

3:00-4:00AM

3:00 Redemption.

Something that every person should want from God.

However, when people try to take redemption into their own hands…

That is when the trouble starts.

Shawn was still staring at Rebecca in horror when Batista returned with Randy and Flair in tow.

"Jesus Christ." Flair whispered, and stopped in his tracks. Randy continued on, and stepped right over her to Shawn. He slapped him across the face and then pulled the duct tape off.

"What the fuck happened here?" he snarled. Shawn stared at him for a moment as if he had just been asked what the square root of 3,987 was.

"Shawn!! What the fuck happened?!" Randy yelled. Shawn seemed to clear his head.

"S-She just…she just shot herself." He stammered weakly. He was in no frame of mind to piece together coherent sentences for other people. Thoughts in his head, fine, words for other people…not so fine.

"She committed suicide right in front of you?" Randy asked. Shawn nodded numbly. Randy sighed angrily.

"Get this trash out of here. Dispose of the body and clean up the blood. I have to make some calls." He said, and exited the warehouse again. Batista and Flair cautiously approached her body, as if it was going to jump up and attack them at any given moment. Flair headed over to the side to look for a blanket. Batista walked over to the back of Shawn and cut his bonds.

"We'll need your help for this." He said. Shawn again nodded numbly. The part of him that was still in love with her was in shock over the incident. However, the small part of him that had been plotting her death was glad. It was glad that she had paid for her son's death. Shawn was trying to block everything out of his mind at this point. He knelt next to her for a moment, feeling the warm blood soak into his jeans. A single tear fell from his eye as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, and began to whisper in her ear.

"You didn't have to do this for me, Becky. God could've forgiven you for this. He always forgives. You just needed to know how to ask." He said, the last sentence echoing in his ears.

"You just needed to know how to ask."

Flair quickly returned with a blanket and they covered her up. Shawn briefly thought about attacking these men and escaping, but there was no way that both he and Stephanie were going to get out without some sort of outside interference. Not to mention the fact that Stephanie was even awake at the moment.

Batista grabbed her feet and gestured for Shawn to grab her head. They hoisted her up and exited through the rear door. They stood out on the small dock and held her for a moment.

"Take your time." Batista said. Shawn looked at him, and realized that Batista wasn't quite like his other comrades. He showed brute strength and an overpowering force when he needed to, but Shawn believed that there was a sensitive side to the big animal.

And he intended to capitalize on it.

Shawn held his dead wife in his hands, and recalled all of the times that they had spent together when they had been a happy couple.

How could someone so sweet get brainwashed into something so evil?

Shawn lowered his head.

"All right, let's get this over with," he muttered.

"On three." Batista said. "One," he started to swing her, Shawn soon followed. "Two." He said. "Three." Both men let go, and Rebecca went sailing into the water below. Shawn stood there for a moment.

"I'm sorry that you couldn't have a proper burial, dear." Shawn muttered. He allowed Batista to shove him back inside, where Flair was mopping up the blood, to the best of his ability, with another spare blanket. Batista forced Shawn to sit back down, and re-tied his hands, in front of him this time. Then he walked back over to Stephanie, and checked her pulse again.

Shawn thought that this might screw up some of his kidnappers' actions.

And with that, he smirked to himself.

3:33 "All right, Jack, here's what we've got." Chris said, walking over to Regal's rented SUV, where Jack was studying a map of the city. Jack turned to look at him. "Regal, Benoit and Matt are all going to take the other vehicle and go back to the hospital to check on Jay and my son. You and I will be the only ones going up against the remainder of Evolution, since Randy said for you to come alone. Sound good so far?" Jack shrugged.

"This is your life, Chris, whatever you plan is what we'll go by. Are they okay with this?" Jack asked, jerking his thumb over to the rest of the group.

"They were the ones who suggested it. I thought it was probably our best move, even though we will be slightly outnumbered. I figure that if you've got another gun, they've got no chance in hell." Chris said.

"Today's your lucky day," Jack said, handing him his spare pistol that he always seemed to have with him. "Do you know how to work that?" Chris looked at the gun for a moment.

"Yeah." He said curtly. He'd learned how to really fire a gun when he'd needed to use it-which was about a year and a half ago. On the day from hell. Jack nodded.

"Good. Now, back to your plan, do you have any method of entering the building?" Jack asked. Chris seemed to ponder this for a second.

"Well, I'm thinking that we either need to sneak in quietly, or just drive the vehicle straight through one of the walls and capitalize on the element of surprise. What do you think?" he asked. Jack shrugged and straightened. He grabbed the map and folded it up.

"I think that we'll figure it out when we get there." He said. "Let them know that we're getting ready to leave." Chris walked back over to his friends and told them that the plan was in action. They all nodded and patted him on the back.

"Be careful." Benoit said, shaking Chris' hand. "And good luck," Matt added, simply patting him on the shoulder. They both headed off towards the other SUV.

"Be sure to call us when this is over with, and let us know if everyone is all right." Regal said, also shaking his hand.

"Thanks for everything, William," Chris said. "I really appreciate everything that you've done for me." He finished and pulled the other man into a brief hug.

"Just make sure to not get killed, you've got a son to care for now, you know." Regal said.

"Yeah, I know." Chris said, and Regal headed off to his SUV again. Jack was on his way back to the SUV that they had found. Chris walked around and climbed in the passenger side.

"You can't drive a car without keys." Chris pointed out. Jack bent under the dash and fiddled with a couple of wires. He had the vehicle started within seconds.

"Yes you can, but only with practice." Jack said. Then he shifted the vehicle into drive and they headed towards the final showdown.

3:51 Batista pried the top of the crate off with the crowbar that he had found laying on the floor next to one of the pallets and tossed it aside. He started to fish through the contents of the crate before finally finding what he was looking for.

A shotgun.

He quickly checked to see how many shells he had and then looked in the bottom of the box for some more. He placed them in his pocket, and returned to Stephanie's side. He loaded the shotgun as full as it was going to go, and then hid it under the blanket that Stephanie was laying on. He looked over at Shawn, who had been watching his every move.

Shawn merely stared at him with a puzzled look on his face.

Batista made no effort to try and explain himself-just returned his attention to Stephanie. Flair had long since gone outside to rejoin Randy in whatever he was doing. Batista usually didn't get filled in on the plans that these guys had; he was just the enforcer. He did what they told him and paid him to do. His thoughts were jolted when he heard a soft moan from next to him.

Stephanie was waking up.

She yawned and stretched a little before finally opening her eyes, hoping that everything bad that had happened was just a bad dream. However, instead of meeting the sparkling blue eyes of her husband, she was met with Batista's chocolate brown colored eyes. He quickly put a hand over her mouth.

"Don't scream." He warned her softly. Shawn looked over at them.

"Get your hands off her!" Shawn yelled. Stephanie looked over at Shawn.

"Don't scream." He warned her again, and finally removed his hand. Steph simply stared at Batista. "Do you think that you can sit up?" he asked her.

"I-I'm not sure," she said. "Where the hell am I?" she asked.

"I can't tell you." He said, and helped her sit up.

"Where's Chris?" Stephanie asked. Shawn stood up and walked over and sat on the other side of her, his hands still tied together in front of him.

"Stephanie, you need to hear this before anyone else tells you," Shawn started. Stephanie felt her heart hit the floor before he even started explaining.

"Oh no, no, please God tell me no…" she wailed. Shanw put his arm around her shoulder.

3:59 "I wish it didn't have to be so hard, but I have to tell you now." He said. "Chris is dead." Stephanie burst into tears. "He was shot by Randy because I was too slow to react." Shawn said. Batista watched this exchange with slight amusement. Shawn was trying to pin the blame on someone, but could only pin it on himself. Stephanie started to cry into Shawn's shoulder. Everything that she and Chris had built together seemed to be tumbling around them, and now…

4:00 Now he was dead?

A/N2: Sorry it was so short, I kept losing my train of thought, and I am not feeling very well right now, so it makes it kind of hard to concentrate. (Not to mention that it is 20 minutes to midnight, and I woke up at 6:30 this morning to get ready for school. I'm not used to doing that again.) Sorry that is was short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!! Please Review!!