Title: Searching For Friends
Rating: M, for Mature
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Summary: Everyone is gone…
Notes: Thanks to justagirl8225, tiears, and together for the wonderful first reviews. This next chapter picks up exactly where the first one left off.

-A Face Unforgotten-

"What are you doing here Orton…?"

"I don't know…" the Legend Killer replied, wrapping his arms around his knees, shivering uncontrollably. "I don't know anything… anymore."

The redhead had just gotten out of the shower, only to find Randy Orton sitting in the corner of the Women's dressing room, miserably mumbling to himself. "Well… you better leave," Lita warned him, now making her way to her locker. "Some women won't be so lax as I am when they are coming out of the shower and are greeted by a man… you, no less."

Randy looked up at her, his lips quivering, his blue eyes glassy from crying. "Why… did this have to happen to me? I have no one now… no friends."

Lita shook her head, pitying him. She didn't hate him, but on the same token she didn't love him, either. In fact, she really disliked him—for all of his antics in Evolution—for all the harassing cat calls—for everything he ever stood for. "You deserved it," she commented boldly, stuffing her elbow pads into her bag, going amongst her business. "Why me? Listen to yourself—you're pathetic Orton…! You stood behind those idiots all of this time and now you have the audacity to feel sorry for yourself? I hope that World title was worth it…"

…Lita?

The mysterious woman continued to give him a blurred gaze, a look of uncertainty following with it. She removed her mask, allowing the stranger to see her in full. "My name is Rhoda… I do not know who you're talking about…"

"No," Randy spurted hysterically. "No…! You look exactly like her…! Tell me this is a joke…! You're joking right, Lita…?" His eyes were desperate—the sight of her was the only thing that kept him clinging onto his sanity at that point. He had woken up in a unknown environment, everything around him was destroyed, every corner filled with shadows. This had to be some sort of dream. He tried again, "Lita…?"

The woman shook her head once more. "I'm sorry…" She then slowly started reaching behind her back, her fingertips toying with the handle of the dagger she carried. "Get it over with," she told herself, still examining the man in front of her. This wasn't normal for her—to show mercy on his kind of case. The woman knew she had to kill him—to put him out of his misery. But, there was something odd about this one. The fact that he thought she bore some kind of remarkable resemblance to another woman—a woman with the name Lita. Her hand gradually began to retreat from the dagger, an apathetic sympathy playing out in her heart. Rhoda began to move towards the exit, deciding to walk away from it instead.

"Rhoda, you said…?" Randy called after her, taking a few steps in her direction. Whoever this woman was, she was the closest comfort he had, wherever he was. The last thing he wanted was to be alone again.

She nodded, ceasing her movement, the light from the outside now casting a shadowy silhouette.

"Where am I…?" he asked hopelessly, his voice filled with anxiety. The sound of his despair convinced the woman to turn back and answer him.

"Come with me and I'll show you."

Final Notes: If you haven't already figured it out, the beginning was a memory of Randy's when he first was betrayed by Evolution. The part where Rhoda debates on whether or not to kill him will be explained later, but you can sort of get a small hint.

Thank again to everyone who reviewed the first entry! :)