A/N: Don't worry. I laughed when Eve died, too.
And I also laughed when I read that you guys think that Mr. Almighty himself, John Cena is the killer. I mean, I hate that guy, but come on.
And this chapter deeply saddens me.
"What do we do now?" Ashley whined.
"I get the fuck away from all of you," Jeff retorted, taking Maria's hand and pulling her away from the group.
"No, Maria! He'll kill you next!" Torrie instigated.
"Excuse me?" Jeff said, letting go of Maria and facing the former Playboy cover girl. "I would not have killed my brother and I certainly won't kill Maria."
"You could have had an accomplice," Edge suggested. "Maybe you killed that Eve trash and Maria could have gotten Matt."
"Can we just stop talking about killing?" John cried, breaking up the conversation. "I don't know about you guys, but I want to get out of here alive before Kane 'See No Evil'-s our asses to oblivion."
"You're free to go Cena. Or I can just toss your ass out for saying that," Kane said, stepping one step closer to John.
"Settle down, big boy," John said, not fearing the Big Red Machine.
"Can the killer just fucking admit that they're the killer so we can kill them?" Victoria asked, tossing her hands up into the air with frustration.
"Well, once we know who the killer is, I'm pretty sure that they'd just go on a killing rampage," John sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I think that you're the killer, Cena?" Torrie asked.
"Torrie," John said, taking her hand. "Why would I be the killer? I have no reason to want everyone dead."
Torrie looked up at John and saw the sincerity in his ocean blue eyes. "Yeah, you guys, I don't think John would have done it."
"Of course you're right, Torrie," Edge sarcastically said, mocking the blonde. "Oh, Cena, you're so perfect. You're every girl's dream man. Of course you wouldn't do a single bad thing. Oh, John, you're too handsome to kill people. Everyone loves John Cena. Yeah, fuck off."
"Edge, you mother fucker!" Jeff laughed.
"Well, I'm glad that you two are having so much fun together," Maria interrupted, but one of you is the killer and I don't want to be near you."
"Fuck you, bitches," Edge said, flipping off the group before leaving the bathroom.
"That stupid asshole," Kane said in disappointment. "The fans sure did love him."
Maria and Jeff were walking around the arena together. "Maria, I know it wasn't you," Jeff said.
"And I know it wasn't you! But what the hell was up with that phone call earlier?" Maria asked. She never did find out about that.
"Well, you see," Jeff started, turning red. "It was kind of a prank from Kane. He wanted to freak you out."
"That asshole! Instead of pranking me and scaring the shit out of me and Ashley, he could have called for help while you had service!" Maria ranted, infuriated with the fact that she could have gotten out of here.
"Maria, I hate to leave you alone, but I really need to use the bathroom," Jeff said. He gave Maria a quick kiss on the cheek before running off, leaving his girlfriend in danger of being killed…unless Jeff was the killer.
Ashley, Kane, Victoria, John, and Torrie remained in the bathroom. They closed the stall that contained Eve's dead body.
"You know, she could have just killed herself. If I had that face, I certainly would have," Ashley growled.
"Oh, so you killed her?" Victoria accused.
"No! I was just making a suggestion!" Ashley rebutted.
Torrie stepped in with her two cents. "Ladies, Eve was too narcissistic to kill herself."
"You're right," Kane said as he started to leave the room. "I'm going to find Edge and make sure that Maria didn't work her demon magic on him."
"I don't like any of you, so I'm going to find Maria and protect her from Kane. I don't trust her around Jeff," Victoria said, following what Kane had done by leaving the room.
"I thought you didn't like any of the other Divas!" Ashley called after her.
"You're right," Victoria replied back before disappearing into the arena.
"Come on, Torrie," John said, taking her hand and helping her up. "I don't want the negative energy of Little Emo here to get to us. We're getting out of here alive."
"Fuck you," Ashley muttered before leaving the bathroom after the pair did.
"Fuck! My heel just snapped!" Torrie shrieked. She kicked off her broken shoe. Since she didn't want to have uneven height levels on her feet, she kicked off the other shoe. "And these were fucking expensive."
"I don't want you walking around barefoot, Torrie. There's got to be a utility closet around here somewhere with some glue. Wait right here," John said, walking away from Torrie.
And there was no way in hell that Torrie was going to just sit there and wait for John. She had her own ideas.
"Awesome!" Edge squealed when he reached the far end of the arena. He found a crane used to help set up concert stages. Its sharp hook was lowered all the way down and was connected to a large box of cargo. Edge hopped into the control seat and started pretending to be Bob the Builder, only Edge the Edgecutioner. "Edge the Edgecutioner! Can he spear it? Edge the Edgecutioner! Yes he can!" he sang to himself as he hit one of the levers. The control pad spun slowly around to be facing the other side. Shit, I thought you needed keys for that shit, he thought to himself before noticing that they keys were already in. "Cool," he mused before turning it around.
When Edge turned back around, he noticed that something was a bit…off. "I could have sworn…" he whispered. He noticed that the hook was not attached to the cargo anymore. It was slightly swaying in the air.
Edge hopped out of the crane's driver's seat to investigate more thoroughly. When he got closer, someone jumped out from the other side of the crane.
"You mother fucking little cunt!" Edge screamed, finally figuring out who the killer was.
The killer let out a shrill, high pitched bit of laughter. Edge turned around to run, but he ran into the box of cargo that the hook was once attached to. He fell to the ground as the culprit latched onto his leg. Edge tried to kick them, but it didn't work.
"Oh, Edge, it's not that simple," the killer mocked before using all of their strength to pull the defenseless man.
"You bitch!" Edge repeatedly yelled with every escape attempt, but the killer was more stealth than that. The killer roughly stomped on Edge's stomach, causing him to cough. The killer grabbed Edge by his mass amount of blonde hair and grabbed the hook from the crane.
Edge knew what was coming, but he was frozen in his terror. "Please…don't…I never did anything to you…"
The killer laughed. "Oh, Edge, we both know that is complete bullshit." The killer delicately ran the point of the hook along Edge's cheek and down near his throat. "Let's see you bitch like that when you're dead."
"No!" Edge screamed, but it was too late. The killer had jammed the hook all the way through Edge's throat and out to the other side. Since the killer was smart, they did it at an angle where none of the blood would have gotten on them.
They dropped Edge's dying body as the last bits of life withered away from it. Dusting themselves off, they let out a giggle. "You, sir, messed with the wrong person."
John found some glue for Torrie. As he went to find her, he ran into Jeff first. "Dude, Edge croaked!"
"Like that's a surprise to me," John sighed as the two men ran to where Edge was hooked.
"Oh, that is disgusting!" Victoria gagged as everyone else approached the scene.
"Get me the fuck away from Kane right now!" Maria screamed. She tried to get away but Jeff stopped her.
"Maria!" Kane yelled back, insulted at her accusations.
"Whoever did this is seriously fucked up," John said.
"You're damn right," Kane added.
A/N: Before you guess, I just want to make this clear. I have a list of things that Edge has done to all of the characters in here.
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