Chapter Ten – No Idea

"Wow. This sucks."

"Tell me about it," Batista agreed, chuckling at Lita's attitude towards the whole thing. The graveyard just seemed to go on forever, but the back gates were in sight.

"Did you know this about Candice?"

"No idea," she replied.

"Know where we're going?"

"No idea. You?"

"Same here." They walked out of the back gates. They walked down the road together, both of them cold in the night.

"So what happened? Why are you here?"

"I don't know," Lita admitted. "I was waiting for Candice, but I guess Candice had other plans. What about you?"

"I got jumped." She laughed. "Seriously. I got jumped after a workout."

"At least that little snooze we wound up made things a little better," Lita admitted. "I don't feel as tired."

"So, your take on this whole Queen Stephanie thing?"

"Well, we're here," she replied, her tone nonchalant. They stopped at another intersection. "Which direction do you think we should go. Towards the wooded area, or towards the normal roads?"

"I doubt she's hidden out in the open," Batista replied.

"That's sometimes the best hiding spot," she informed him.

"Yeah, but where in the open on a road full of nothing?" Batista asked her.

"True enough, but those caskets."

"Those girls would have found her by now then," Batista told her.

"True. Let's go into the woods." She stared at him, a cocky grin tugging at her lips. "You first."

"Scared?"

"Always."

Randy and Layla were making their way down along the concrete roads when the rain started. "Well, isn't this just great!" Layla whined as the torrents just poured down on them. It didn't help she was wearing a white tank top. Randy smirked.

"I'm not complaining."

"I ought to kick your ass," she snapped. They made the turn past the line of concrete homes. "God, it looks like the Flintstones threw up in this place," she said. He laughed.

"How'd you get here?"

"I got kidnapped, that's how!" she snapped. "What about you?"

"Same. They snagged me on a jog."

"Well, it's good to know that we're here for some divine purpose," she replied sarcastically. "Who knew this sort of thing existed amongst our classmates?"

He laughed. "No kidding."

"So, did you see the way Batista was looking at Lita?" Layla replied.

"Do we really have to go into gossip?"

"Well, we have a long trek ahead of us," she replied. He sighed; she was right. And he was stuck with her out of everybody. Lita was quiet, and smart, and Maria was...well, just quiet. But no, he got Layla the head cheerleader. He groaned. This was going to be a long journey.

Cena and Maria were walking down the roads in the rain. "I wonder what everybody else is doing," Maria replied.

"Probably the same thing we're doing," he replied. She smiled.

"Right."

"You haven't been here long have you?" he asked. She shook her head. "I've seen you in the halls a few times. You enjoy Stamford?"

"It's nice, but I miss my home," she admitted.

"Where you from?" he inquired.

"Ottawa, Illinois," she replied.

"I'm from Boston," he replied.

"Is it nice over there?" she asked.

"I have a tough time remembering it. I moved here when I was young," he told her. She nodded. "So, your take on this Queen and King stuff?"

"Too weird for me to comprehend right now," she admitted. He nodded.

"Amen to that. I just wanted to party. Stupid Torrie." They nodded in agreement.

"Think we'll find her?" she asked. Cena shrugged.

"If they couldn't find her, I don't understand how we could be any better," he answered. She nodded in agreement. They continued walking, wondering how on earth they were going to pull this off.