Chapter 3- the name of evil
Randy Orton had just arrived at the WWE locker room; he went to Triple H's door and knocked. "Hunter, you inside?" he called. Yet got no answer. Instead he walked in and saw Hunter's stuff was about, what appealed to him more was the couch just lying in the middle of the room. "I suppose a quick nap wouldn't hurt. The Legend killer needs to be at his best after all!" he grinned as Randy planted himself on the couch. His eyes closed off to the world as he drifted into his dream state.
He imagined holding up the WWE title high above his head, as John Cena lay motionless in the ring. He stared out onto the thousands of hot young women cheering and calling Orton's name aloud. Yet soon, he watched their faces change, into horrid creatures. The flesh melted from their bones, as they were skeletons. "What the hell…" he whispered. Just as someone grabbed him from behind, Orton was thrown to the mat, yet it was no longer a wrestling ring. It became that of water, he tried to surface, gasping for air, yet someone held him down. Sharp claws dug deeply into his face, his eyes were able to look up. Freddy was laughing down at him. "How does your song go again? You held me under, but I held my breath. Alone and now you wonder, what I possess is it now boy? I'm seeing that now. Question is, how long can you hold your breath?"
Orton struggled harder and harder, despite the claws ripping into his face he tried franticly to break free, till he couldn't hold his breath any longer, the bubble of air he once held in began to escape him just when Freddy finally let him go. Orton's body surfaced to the top….
Outside.
Triple H had decided to leave Kane be for the moment, after all. It's not like he was going to get anything out of him. Hunter walked into his room when he didn't bother to look down. Yet his foot hit something hard. Slowly his eyes were casted to the floor. Hunter stumbled back in shock. "OH MY GOD!" he screamed in horror. He pushed himself out of the room as fast as possible when everyone came running.
"Hunter? What's wrong…" Shawn asked, slowly he turned to the ground that Hunter stared blankly at. Shawn's face drained of color. There lay Randy Orton. His face, arms and legs were out on the floor; the rest of his body was sucked into the concrete. Shawn gathered his courage and felt Randy's cold hand… limp…. Lifeless… "He's dead," he whispered aloud.
"No sht Sherlock!" Hunter spat back.
Others soon arrived. Curious as to what Triple H was screaming about. One look at Orton answered it. Vince came shortly after, with the most puzzled yet fearful look on his face. He closed the door shut and turned to everyone in the locker room. "None of you saw this," he said.
"You have got to be kidding me! Orton is dead and stuck in the goddamn floor!" yelled Edge.
"YOU SAW NOTHING!" Vince shouted back as he tried to figure out how to get Orton's body out of the floor and explain his sudden and very odd death.
Edge knew instantly, as did Triple H. The locker room was confused as hell with what they saw. Everyone came to look… Everyone but Kane.
"Where is Kane?" Triple H questioned.
Edge shrugged. "No one has really seen him since the Spirit Squad told him about Kenny being…. Sedated…. He's at the hospital!"
"Edge, find anyone else who has been 'attacked' I am going to get Kane" Hunter ordered. Edge nodded in agreement and ran to see who else had been attacked in their dreams. Triple H grabbed the closes person with keys and borrowed their car. If Kane knows what is wrong, and why he went to the hospital. He knows something about this, and possibly how to stop it.