(A/N) Hey guys. Seriously, thanks for all the reviews. I'm glad you liked that chapter. It was an unusually long one, coming from me, and I really enjoyed writing that chapter. Anyway I won't ramble on like I usually do as I'm sure you are dying to find out what happens next… so on with the story…
Hunter, Randy and Ric all showed surprising pace in running for their lives. They quickened their pace even more when they heard the faint sound of sirens behind them. Hunter sneaked a glance behind him and saw Dave chasing after them. Hunter thought about turning around and shooting him but he realized that he didn't have his gun with him anymore. Probably threw it away as he started running. As they reached a main road, Hunter saw a pair of headlights approach them. He stood in the middle of the road and waved his arms frantically. The car pulled to a rolling stop and a middle aged man got out with a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" He asked Hunter. He didn't get an answer though. Instead, Hunter and gang had hurried over to the man. Hunter took a swipe at the guys face and felled him with one hit. He hopped into the driver's seat. His two men barely had time to get in before Hunter put his foot down on the accelerator and shot out of there before Dave could stop him. In his rear view mirror, he saw Dave employ the same tactic. Dave got into a blue Ford and was speeding after him not too long after.
"Fuck!" Hunter swore out loud. Dave was like a man possessed. This chase wasn't going to end anytime soon. Hunter would have to confront Dave. On one hand, he did have the advantage of numbers. Maybe he could overpower Batista with the help of Randy and Ric. He would have to try, because on the other hand, Dave looked hell bent on killing him. Hunter had never in his life seen him so angry. He played back in his mind, the moment when he was running away form the scene of the crime. When he turned around to catch a glance behind him, he saw a fury he had never experienced before, resonating in Dave's eyes. He shivered violently, almost losing control of the car.
For the first time in a long time, probably the first time ever, Hunter was truly terrified.
Chris had run around Mark's house and was hot on the trail of Shawn. He wished he had just one more bullet in his gun. He would have ended the chase right there and then. Adam and Mark were still present in the back of his mind. He wondered if they were okay. He wondered about their future. They both had made the ultimate sacrifice for him, and he couldn't let them down. They gave up their freedom so that he could have his revenge. Under no circumstances was he going to let them go to prison in vain. With that in mind, he resumed his chase with full vigor and determination.
"Stop running and make it easy on yourself Shawn!" He yelled out.
"Fuck you!" Shawn called out over his shoulder.
Shawn's insult bounced right off Chris. He put his head down and chased even harder. He was determined to put his demons to rest tonight, once and for all.
Hunter turned off the main road and onto a dirt path. Unfortunately, the car that Dave had stolen was more powerful than his car, so he was going to have to out drive him on the winding off track. Another peek in the rear view showed Dave not far behind him. The Animal proved to be a better driver than Hunter had expected.
Hunter noticed that the road was on an incline, just slightly. It seemed that they were driving out of the city, up into a mountain or a cliff of some sort. Realizing that the road might come to a dead end, Hunter started to become very nervous.
Shawn was running hard. There was no doubt any more. He was scared. Who wouldn't be? The brother of a man you killed, all grown up, has come to get revenge. Any normal person would be shitting themselves. Shawn was feeling very normal at the moment. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest, it was pounding so hard. His lungs felt as if they were going to explode. His muscles felt like they were disintegrating slowly but surely. He wasn't sure how much longer he could continue running.
Chris on the other hand, felt no pain. Not even weariness. His muscles were fueled by adrenalin. His adrenalin was supplied by his excitement. And his excitement was derived from his lust for revenge. His rage. And he had plenty of that. The sound of sirens had dissipated. The only sounds now, was that of Shawn's labored breathing, and the pounding of two sets of feet on the road. Shawn made a turn off into yet another residential street. This one was significantly smaller than the one they were running on before.
However there were two things that both men failed to take notice of. One was the sign at the beginning of the street which read "Dead end". And the other, was the sound of another pair of footsteps, in pursuit of both of them.
After navigating a series of dangerous turns, Hunter had come to a straight road. He pushed his foot down on the gas but Ric who was sitting beside him yelled out in a terror.
"STOP! YOU'RE HEADING FOR A CLIFF!"
The screech of the brakes followed, which was in turn echoed by the screech of Dave's brakes.
Hunter had stopped just a few feet short of the edge. He heard Dave's car door open, then slam shut.
"Get out boys. We stop running now. Let's finish this." Hunter ordered in the bravest voice he could muster at this point in time. Unfortunately, his bravest voice still trembled with fear, and this didn't help the morale of his two subordinates. They obeyed his orders nonetheless. Once Randy and Ric were out of the car. Hunter got out slowly.
"Get out of the way you two. This is between me and Hunter. I don't want to hurt you guys, but I will if I have to." Dave said. There was no emotion at all in his voice which was as cold as Alaska during winter. Randy and Ric felt the chill. Dave stopped right in front of the two men and looked both of them in the eyes. Dave's eyes were bloodshot from the crying back at the 'graveyard'. It made his intense aura all the more frightful.
"Get him! Kill him! Now!" Hunter yelled from behind the safety of both Randy and Ric, and his car.
Dave shifted his deadly stare to Hunter. The ringleader of Evolution felt his knees buckle underneath him.
Dave walked right through Randy and Ric, brushing them both to the side. He charged at Hunter, but Hunter was too swift for him on this occasion. He rushed to the other side of the car before Dave could reach him. Now only the car separated the two men from each other.
"I'm going to kill you Hunter. There is nothing Ric or Randy our yourself for that matter, can do to stop me." Dave said in a chillingly calm voice.
Hunter formed a retort in his head, but when he tried to say it, nothing came out. The words got stuck somewhere in between his brain and his mouth.
Finally, the only thing Hunter could say was "Help me boys! Get him! Now!" Hunter could see his two men look at each other hesitantly. They didn't know what to do. Both of them were looking to each other to make the first move so that the other could follow suit, but no one wanted to make that first move.
"GET HIM NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU BOTH MYSELF!" Hunter yelled desperately. Fueled by the fear that Hunter had instilled with his threat, Ric and Randy leapt into action. They dived on Dave and grabbed him around the arms, and neck and anywhere they could. Dave however, showed amazing strength in pushing both of them off. But Hunter was on him before he could regain his bearings. Hunter slammed his fist into Dave's stomach. The big man fell to his knees. His knee then went crashing into Dave's face, sending him sprawling onto the dirt. Blood started flowing out of the cut on Dave's chin. The big man was dazed.
"You think you can fuck with me?" Hunter said to Dave. He had regained his cockiness. Hunter bent over so his face was nearly touching Dave's. He dropped his knee into Dave's torso, making him groan in pain. "I'm the boss. I'm the master. Nobody… NOBODY fucks with me!" Hunter yelled, spitting on Dave's face. "Pick him up." Hunter ordered. His two henchmen followed his orders. They each grabbed Dave by an arm and hauled him onto his feet.
Hunter got up close to Dave's face, which had smeared with a mixture of both Christy's and his own blood.
"What were you thinking? Did you think you could get me? Did you think you could actually kill me?" Hunter taunted. "You should have followed orders. If you had listened to me like a good little boy, Christy would still be alive, and so would you. Unfortunately, since you have been a bad boy, I'm gonna have to kill you now."
At the sound of Christy's name, Dave lifted his head to meet Hunter's cocky gaze. He gathered up the biggest glob of spit he could muster, and spat a mixture of blood and phlegm right into Hunter's eyes.
"Dirty son of a bitch." Hunter growled as he wiped the saliva off his face. He punched Dave once more in the stomach, forcing the big man to double over, gasping for air.
"Kill him. Throw him off the cliff." Hunter ordered over his shoulder as he turned around to go back to the car.
"Woah boss. I can't do that." Randy said shakily.
"Yeah H. Let's just leave him here. Let the cops handle it." Ric backed him up. Both of them were reluctant to be the ones to have to kill their former friend.
"The cops aren't gonna handle SHIT! Now throw the mother fucker off, and let's go!" Hunter said, raising his voice. He still hadn't turned around.
Randy and Ric looked at each other nervously. They were torn between their bosses orders and their friend's pain. Simultaneously, they let go of Dave's arms. Dave dropped to his knees. His head bowed, he gulped the air into his lungs, trying to get his wind back.
Sensing that his two henchmen had not done the job that he had asked, Hunter finally turned around to see what was going on. He was shocked and horrified to see what had taken place.
Randy and Ric stood behind Dave, who was slowly getting to his feet.
"What the hell is going on? Throw him off the damn cliff! DO IT NOW!" Hunter said. He was starting to get nervous again, and it showed in his voice.
Dave was now standing at full height and was striding towards Hunter.
Hunter wanted desperately to run. To hop into the car and drive away. To live to fight another day. But his legs wouldn't let him. He was cemented to the ground.
"What are you two doing? You traitorous bastards! STOP HIM!" He screamed. Randy and Ric just stared at him impassively.
Dave broke into a run. Seeing the large animal charging at him finally sent his legs into motion. He spun around and tried to get away but it was too late. In a few strides, Dave had jumped ontop of Hunter. The two men rolled around on the ground, kicking dirt up in the air. When the dirt settled, Randy and Ric could see that Dave was on top of Hunter, and was unleashing all his fury on him. Dave was crushing Hunter's face with his punches. Hunter tried to cover up but Dave was just too strong and too angry.
Finally, Dave got to his feet and he picked Hunter up by the collar. Dave began dragging a bloodied and broken Hunter towards the edge. Dave looked towards Randy and Ric as if to ask them if they were going to stop him from killing Hunter. They stood aside to let Dave pass. Dave couldn't tell if it was because they didn't object to Hunter dying, or if it was because they were just too scared to stop him. Probably a little bit of both. Randy and Ric made it clear when they released Dave, that they weren't too fond of their oppressive boss. Dave had dragged Hunter to the edge and he lifted him up off the ground. Hunter had his back to the enormous drop so he couldn't tell exactly how far down it was. His feet dangling inches off the ground, he felt the wind howling against his ears so he began to get a rough idea of the height. He began begging, but Dave would have nothing of it.
"Pl… please Dave… please. D… d…don't d…d… do… it. Pl… please."
"Shut up Hunter. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. You made my life miserable. You took away the only person that ever mattered to me. YOU TOOK HER AWAY!" Tears were pouring down Dave's cheeks. Washing away the blood like rain. "YOU KILLED HER!"
"N…no. It was… wasn't m…m…m…me." Hunter continued to beg.
"You may not have pulled the trigger. But you put the bullets in the gun. Her blood is on your hands. And the only way to even the score, is for your blood to be spilt in turn." Dave said. The tears had stopped. The emotion was gone. All that was left was an ice cold, murderous apparition of Dave's former self.
"Please! Don't!" were the last pitiful words to have come out of Hunter's mouth before Dave threw him off.
"Hunter's pleas continued as he fell to his death. They trailed off slowly before coming to an abrupt and sickening halt. All was quite again. Dave turned around to face Randy and Ric once again. They stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what had just unfolded, not able to say anything.
As Dave walked past them, he muttered one word to both men.
"Thanks."
"FUCK!" Shawn yelled as he came to stop. The road had lead to a dead end roundabout just as the sign had said. His escape was blocked by a row of terrace houses. A cul – de – sac.
"It's over Shawn. There's no where left to run." Chris said. He had stopped running as well, as soon as he saw that Shawn had no way out.
"Who says I'm going to run. You know damn well that I could kick your pathetic little ass any day." Shawn said.
"Oh yeah? Is that right? Prove it." Chris challenged.
Shawn approached Chris cautiously. His hands were up, in a fighting position. Chris stood his ground and waited for Shawn to come to him. As Shawn got close, he dropped his hands and tried to sprint around Chris, but Jericho was far too agile for that.
Chris made a dive and tapped Shawn's ankles as he tried to run past him, sending Michael's tumbling to the unforgiving cement surface. All scratched up, Shawn tried to get back up on his feet and run for it but Chris jumped on his back and brought him back down to the ground. He rolled Shawn on to his back so that he could lay into his face but Shawn took the opportunity to take the first punch. Chris was unfazed by the hit to his face, and began to lay into his enemy. He pounded Shawn half to death, breaking every bone in his face. Shawn's head was sandwiched between Chris' fists of fury, and the cement. The back of his head was taking just as much punishment as his face. Shawn was almost knocked out cold when he heard a familiar voice call out.
"STOP! Get off him now." Rey called out. Evidently, Mysterio had evaded the cops as well, and had followed the two men into the cul – de – sac. He had his gun steadied, and aimed straight at Chris chest. Jericho reluctantly got off Shawn and stood with his hands in the air.
"Fuck!" Chris swore out loud. He was so close. "Come on Rey. Shawn was the one that killed John. It was Shawn. First he backstabbed my brother, then he backstabbed John. It was him god dammit. Not me." Chris tried to reason.
Shawn got to his feet gingerly. His face was covered in blood. "You fucken cock sucker. Look what you did to my face!" Shawn said angrily. He punched Chris in the stomach, causing him to fall to his knees, gasping for air.
"I don't see what you are so angry about Shawn?" Chris said on his knees in between labored breaths. "I reckon I did you a favor. I mean you look a hell of a lot better now than before."
"Shut the fuck up." Shawn said as he kicked Chris in the face, putting him on his back. "Shoot the son of a bitch, and let's get out of here." Shawn said as he began walking backwards towards his fighter, keeping his eyes on Chris.
"Stop where you are Shawn." Rey said in a cold voice.
Shawn stopped halfway in between Chris and Rey. "What is it Rey?" He asked as he turned around slowly. "Woah. What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing man?" Shawn asked with a look of total bewilderment on his bloodied face. Rey had his gun pointed at Shawn's chest now.
"Get back. Right back esse or I'll blow a hole in your chest."
"Rey, come on. You seriously don't believe that cocksucker?" Shawn pleaded, motioning to Chris who had got to his feet, and was wiping the blood from his mouth. Chris had a look of confusion on his face as well. He had no idea what was going on either.
"Get back Shawn. Next to Chris. Now. I'm warning you." Rey said again.
Reluctantly, Shawn stepped back towards Chris.
"Welcome back buddy." Chris said from behind him. Shawn felt a fist crash into his kidneys.
"Stop it!" Rey ordered. "No sudden movements or I'll blast you both."
Shawn stood up slowly again. Both men now had their hands raised above their head. Rey had taken total control of the situation. He had to make a decision. Who was he supposed to believe. A man he had been co workers with for almost a year now. Or a man he barely knew. Who he had believed so strongly had stabbed his friend and boss, until now.
"Rey. Look at me man." Shawn pleaded. "I'm your friend. We have worked together for ages. We've been through it all. Me and John were tight. I loved him like a brother. Do you seriously think that I would try to kill him? You have to believe me." Shawn said, stating his case.
Rey looked to Chris. However, Chris said nothing. He just looked Rey straight in the eyes.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Rey's view into Chris soul was clouded. Clouded by the rage, the pain and the anguish in his eyes. But after looking deeper, Rey had made his decision. He was certain it was the right one. His gun which had been pointing at Chris previously, slowly swiveled towards Shawn's chest.
"No. Don't you dare Rey. DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU BELIEVE HIM REY! FUCK! DON'T YOU BELIEVE HIM." Shawn was yelling now. He couldn't mask the terror anymore.
Shawn suddenly leapt behind and wrapped his arm around Chris's neck. He had Chris in a hostage position. Rey tried to take aim, but Chris was in the way.
Jericho was loosing oxygen. Shawn had a tight grip around Chris' neck. Feeling an opening, Chris crashed his elbow into Shawn's ribs. Shawn doubled over in pain. Chris kicked Shawn once while he was on the ground, then back away towards Rey. When he was sure Shawn wasn't going to get up, he turned around to face Rey. He nodded to him in acknowledgement. As he got close to the Mexican, he patted him on the shoulder.
"Thanks." Chris said as he walked past him not looking back.
"Hey!" Rey called out to him. "Don't you want to do it?" Rey asked.
Chris stopped and turned around. He looked at Shawn's pitiful figure on the ground. He had his chance to get his revenge. Once and for all.
"No." Chris said bluntly. "Enough blood has been spilt because of me tonight. You do it."
Rey nodded to him. Chris turned around again and continued his walk out of the dead end road. The sound of a solitary gun shot echoed in the night as the final piece of Chris' jigsaw puzzle fell into place.
(A/N) So… I hope everyone got the ending. I hope I covered all bases. All unfinished business has been dealt with. All ends have been tied up I hope. If I'm missing something, I apologize. Let me know if I have and I'll tie it up somewhere in the next three chapters. That's right, only three chapters to go. tear falls from right eye. I can't believe it's almost over!
P.S. I know i said that i would get a lot done over the holidays and i apologize if you feel that that wasn't the case. I actually had finished this chapter a while ago, but couldn't upload it onto this site, so was a little cut about that. Once again sorry.
P.P.S I got some bad news. I'm afraid i'm going to have to put this story on hold once again. I have a very fragile situation at home at the moment. One of my family members has fallen seriously ill and I feel like i need to take care of that before i can really concentrate on writing again. I'm afraid family comes first and i'm sure you will all understand. Once again I apologize and hope this passes over soon so that I can finish the story properly.