I'm sorry for not updating!
I've just been really busy with school and I'm just getting a bit bored with this story, but I'll still finish it for you, the readers and reviewers
Hope you enjoy Chapter 11! Please R&R
"Hello?"
Randy waited for a response but got none.
"Hello?" He repeated only this time a little louder, "Is anyone here?"
He stepped into the room full of darkness and shut the door behind him as he felt for the light switch on the wall. He found the switch and flicked it on.
And the lord said "Let be there light" Randy thought jokingly as the room lit up with a bright, artificial light. There in front of him was the small kitchenette, the living room on the other side of the room, and then a couple of other doors. He dropped his sports bag on the floor and walked over to the windows and ripped off the curtains (not literally) allowing the blast of morning light engulf the room and over run the artificial light. He smiled, admiring the beautiful view of their host city in awe. At that moment, Randy heard a little groan from behind one of the doors which happened to be the one to the bedroom.
Randy snuck up, towards the door and pressed his ear to the wall and smiled at what he heard.
"Come on Mark, it's almost 10 in the morning, hurry up and get up," Randy heard the extremely excited Charles yell happily.
"It's the Undertaker ok? Well, it's actually Mr the Undertaker to you. Not Mark. Got it?" Asked the obviously grumpy and extremely irritable Undertaker. "Hey! Close those curtains – oh God! The light is over whelming! Urgh! I've been temporarily blinded by a little person!"
Randy couldn't help but laugh at what he heard. He couldn't resist the temptation to stay out of the room so he opened the door by just a fraction to watch what was happening.
"What? You're no Mister; you're just old and grumpy! Anyways, misters don't stay in bed for fifteen hours pretending to sleep! Come on! Get up!" Charles yelled happily.
"Who said I was pretending? I was actually trying to sleep based on how I haven't got a moment of shut-eye since you came here because you've been jumping on my bed the whole time!" The Undertaker hissed rather coldly, scaring Charles slightly until Taker started laughing. "And who said I'm old? I'm only 43; I'm young compared to some superstars!" Taker added on light-heartedly and he sat up and grabbed his feather pillow and hurled it in the direction of Charles.
"Ow! Ta-ker, don't throw pillows at me!" Charles whined.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't call me old and keep me up old night," he laughed in response as he lay back down, trying to sleep without a pillow. (A/N: I know it might seem pretty lame, but bear with me.)
Looks like those two got on well together, Randy thought as he watched the two interact.
"You can't stay in there forever." Charles exclaimed as he jumped onto the bed Taker was lying on and slammed a pillow into his sleepless face, making Mark groan in annoyance.
"Just watch me," Taker smirked. "I still can't believe Randy told you to come up here. I mean, I would have preferred for you to sleep in a hotel doorway than in my hotel room and keep me up all night. I must have really offended the young Orton if he thought to send a torturous thing like you up here. What was he thinking?" Taker joked.
"I dunno, I'm no psychic, but why don't you ask him yourself? He's right outside the bedroom door," said Charles as he glanced at Randy, exchanging eye contact for a brief second.
"What? Randy is outside?" Taker asked as he pulled the patterned bed cover's off his body and stepped out of the bed.
"Take note Charles, say Randy is outside the bedroom's door to get the Undertaker out of bed." Charles told himself in a whisper.
Crap! Why can't that bloody referee keep his big mouth shut! Randy thought as he ran away from the bedroom door, as he ran away from his problem, as he ran away from his destiny. (A/N: WOW! LAMO SENTENCE!). He quickly rushed out of the hotel room, not looking where he was going. He didn't care where he was going, as long as he got as far away from the Undertaker. Randy just wasn't ready to confront him.
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"What? Randy is outside?" Taker asked as he pulled the patterned bed cover's off his body and stepped out of the bed.
"Take note Charles, say Randy is outside the bedroom's door to get the Undertaker out of bed." Charles told himself in a whisper.
Ignoring the ref, the Undertaker rushed towards the bedroom door and swung it open only to see the bottom edge of a shirt fling around a corner in the direction of the front door. The next thing he heard was the door slam shut.
Was that Randy? Taker asked himself. Then he noticed the living room curtains wide open. Randy must have been there, who else could be inside? Only Randy opened living room curtains to look at the view and only he had the other key to the hotel room. He looked at the floor depressingly; Randy had walked out again, only this time he just ran out. As his eyes were on the floor, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, a blue and white sports bag. Randy's blue and white sports bag. Randy had come here and Randy had left here. It was official; no one else carried those bags around or had a key to the room.
"Damn it Randy," The Undertaker whispered under his breath. He looked up, and eyed the front door off for a moment. "If you won't face me, I guess I'll have to go and face you." He said before marching towards the front door.
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Randy rested his head on one of the hotel hallway's wall breathing heavily. His throat was completely parched because he had been sprinting non-stop for the past 10 minutes away from Taker's hotel room. The only problem was, was that he had left his sports bag in the hotel room which contained his wallet and drink bottle.
Randy could hear faint voices in the distance and decided it would be best to continue. He quickly swerved down one of the side corridors as he waited for some of his fellow WWE members to walk past him without detection. Randy didn't want anyone to know where he was because if the Undertaker did try to follow him, he could just ask someone if they'd seen Randy and then Taker would end up being hot on his trail again.
As Randy glued himself to one of the walls, trying to blend in, he watched Chris Benoit, Oscar Rubio (Rey Mysterio) and Dave Bautista walk past having a conversation about the next house show. Randy waited for them to pass, and as soon as they had, Randy began to walk towards the main hallway in an effort to keep away from Taker. But before he had reached it, he froze in his footsteps as he heard the chilling deep voice that belonged only to one person, the Undertaker.
"Hey, have you guys seen Randy lately?" Taker asked slowly.
"Nope, why, don't you know? Are the love birds having problems?" Batista asked, jokingly, not expecting Undertaker to reluctantly nod. Everyone's jaw dropped.
"What? I thought you two were happy! You two were the new love birds on Smackdown that were, well what we thought were for real," Benoit said, still baffled at what Taker had agreed to.
"Yeah man, you two were…" Rey started, which ended up converting into Spanish, trying to sound hardcore. Rey continued to mumble Spanish stuff when the Undertaker cut in.
"Look, we just had a little fight, nothing much, I just want to speak to him and, and a… apologise," Taker said but rather reluctantly with the last bit. "It was completely my fault," the Undertaker said, a lot less unwillingly this time around. "I snarled at him for fixing up his hair and basically, scared him off," Taker said jokingly in an attempt to hide his pain.
Randy felt his heart soften; it was not often that he heard the Undertaker apologise and admit to something that was in actual fact, not entirely his fault. Randy wanted to run into the hallway and say 'I'm here Taker' and apologise, but he just felt so unready and unprepared to face him. Instead, Randy turned around and started to run toward the fire stairs, not willing to listen to the rest of the conversation. He pushed open the door, quickly shutting it behind him, keeping as quiet as possible and ran down a flight of stairs to the level below. He got to the fire door exit of level 4, and pulled on the door, revealing the level 4's interior of the hotel. He rushed down the hall and stopped in front of the door he had left from earlier that morning.
"Nick? Nick, are you there?" Randy called urgently, knocking on the door.
Slowly the door creaked open, "Randy? Is that you?" The man looked up, "Oh, Randy it is you, what brings you back here?" Nick Patrick asked curiously.
"I need to talk, and I don't know who else to turn to." Randy said truthfully, looking down at the floor.
"Oh ok, sure, come on in," Nick said welcoming, opening the door up.
"No, not here, Undertaker might look for me here," Randy said quickly, looking down the corridor. "Grab your coat," he demanded hastily, "I can't stay here."
"Ok, I'll be right back." Nick replied, leaving the door to fetch a coat. He grabbed an old dark green one that had a few patches here and there, picked up his keys off one of the tables and returned to Randy. "Alrighty then, I'm ready to go now." Nick informed Randy as he stepped out of his room and shut the door behind him.
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In the near-by, public park
"So Randy, what did you want to talk to me about?" Nick asked, breaking the awkward silence that had formed ever since they had left the hotel room.
Randy stayed in silence, ignoring Nick's question as he sat on the park's bench, gazing at the leaves being thrown around in the wind. That's what Randy felt like, a helpless, insignificant leaf that was being thrown around the place, unable to control himself, his actions or his life. (A/N: Like my leaf terminology?)
"Randy?" Nick asked again, snapping Randy back into reality.
"What was that? Did you say something Nick?" Randy asked.
"Um, yes I did actually, about five times," Nick said. "So, what did you want to talk to me about Randy?" He asked very slowly this time.
"Oh, yeah that. Um, well," Randy stumbled for a bit, trying to find the right way to put it. "Nick, I can't do this." Randy slowly said and collapsed into his hands.
"Do what Randy?" He asked as he hesitantly placed one of his hands on Randy's back in comfort.
"I can't do this. I can't face the Undertaker. I just can't. I'm running away like a coward. The worst thing is that I'm running away from more than just the Undertaker."
"What? I don't think I understand," Nick said tentatively.
"I'm running away from more than just the Undertaker Nick! Can't you see? The Undertaker is my life; I'm running away from my life! I'm ruining my life! And I don't know how to fix it. I can't turn back the clock. I can't repeat the events that occurred. I can't stop myself from running away. I just can't do anything to help myself. I've got no one." Randy told Nick, still holding his head in his hands as he stared down to the ground.
"Look, I know you must feel all alone now, but I'll always be here for you Randy. I promise," Nick said comforting the young Orton, still resting his hand on Randy's back. Normally Randy would have felt rather uncomfortable if another bloke, other than Taker, saying that to him with their hand on his back, but Randy knew that Nick was one of those 'touchy-feely' types of people, so Randy just let him do what ever.
"Thanks Nick, it's good to know someone cares," Randy said, smiling slightly as he lifted his head out of his hands. "You know what Nick? Let's go back to the hotel room; can I bunk with you again?"
"Yeah sure, I think you'll have to sneak back into Taker's room though because I don't think you'll want to borrow my stuff!" Nick joked.
Randy winced at Taker's name. "Um, you're probably right, but I left my key in his hotel room so, um, could you please fetch my stuff for me because I still don't think I'm ready to face him," Randy said standing up but looking at the floor in shame.
"You know what, of course, that's what friends are for anyway, am I right?"
"Of course, that is what friends are for," Randy said as he looked up and smiled gratefully.
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