A/N: Is it wrong that I'm enjoying writing this?
I am still upset about killing Edge a while back. Then again, I've killed off Cody in a previous story, so I'm not surprised.
A lot of you are going to hate me after this one.
"Kane, how could you do this to Ashley?" John accused, backing away from the dead, frozen corpse that was Ashley Massaro.
"What the fuck, Cena! I didn't do this!" Kane defended himself, going after the injured John Cena.
"You were the last one with her, Kane," Victoria stated, taking John's side.
"I left! I went to find you people," Kane said. "Excuse me for thinking the girl could handle looking through a kitchen by herself. Besides, Victoria, you were the one that suggested we open the damn freezer. Maybe you knew that Ashley was fucking trapped inside."
"First of all, I would never stick Ashley in there. It's a horrible way to die. And I was just making a polite observation. There's no need to get all intense on me, Kane," Victoria rattled off.
"Kane," Maria softly said, stepping towards the Big Red Machine, "are you crying?" She put her hand on his arm to console him.
"No, I'm not crying," Kane grumbled as he wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.
"What's wrong?" Maria insisted, wanting to know why the so-called monster was breaking down right in front of everyone.
"Nothing. You guys just get out of here," Kane said, pointing at the door.
"If you need to talk, I'm here, Kane," Maria offered before turning around and being the first to leave.
"Why are you taking his side?" Jeff asked his girlfriend, following her out of the room.
"This is absolutely ridiculous," Victoria sighed as she left as well.
Torrie rolled her eyes at Kane. "You are disgusting." With that, she left.
"You better not do any fucked up shit to her corpse, dude," John said before leaving. Kane was finally alone, just how he wanted it to be in the end.
"Do you really think that Kane is the killer, Jeff?" Maria asked the man who was walking with her. They were now strolling through the arena on the basketball court. It was much more comfortable to do so now that Matt's body was out of the way.
Jeff and Maria sat down in a pair of front row seats. Jeff placed his hands behind his head and looked up to the rafters. "Matt…" he sighed. Being in the place where his brother had died earlier that day was really starting to freak him out. Then again, it was his idea that he and Maria come to that place.
"Jeff, you didn't answer my question," Maria said.
"No, I don't think that Kane's the killer. In all honesty, I know for a fact that he isn't the killer," Jeff replied.
"How do you know?" Maria wondered. Jeff can't be the killer, she simultaneously thought to herself.
"I just know."
Victoria was aimlessly wandering throughout the arena. Not on purpose, she found herself where Edge was hanging by the hook of a crane. "I can't believe it…" she muttered as she looked at Edge just hanging there.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, but there was no one around to hear here.
"Jeff, are you the killer?" Maria attempted to innocently ask.
"Maria, now is not the time…"
"But if you are the killer, would you kill…me?" she asked, starting to cry. She loved Jeff. She trusted Jeff. She didn't want him to be the end of her.
Jeff turned to face her and placed a reassuring hand on her knee. "Maria, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, regardless of whether or not I'm the killer."
Victoria fell backwards after her scream.
She screamed because something horrific happened.
Edge's neck snapped on the hook.
His head was now barely hanging onto his neck.
His body fell off the hook and to the ground with a loud thud.
Some blood splashed out and got on Victoria's green shirt.
With everyone else out of his sight, Kane stepped over to Ashley's frozen body. He picked up her head and placed it on his lap. Her frozen green eyes stared back at him.
Her hair had begun to melt. The water dripped on his pants. He pushed her slightly defrosted hair out of her face and stroked her face.
"You were so beautiful, Ash. You didn't deserve to go like this. You could have been something. Hell, you should have been something more than a damn Playboy cover girl. They fucked you over, and now look what happened."
"Really sweet, Kane. That's something that I'd never expect out of you," a voice from behind him said.
"Really rich. Why don't you just go and leave me alone?" Kane asked. He stood up and placed Ashley's body back in the freezer and closed the door.
When he turned back around, the burners of the stove were on. "Did you find food or something?"
"Nope."
"What's the bucket for?" Kane asked as he pointed to the bucket they were holding. Kane saw that it was red with a painted black "X" on it. He didn't know it, but that was the same bucked that drenched Ashley before she was shut in a meat locker.
"Nothing."
"Oh."
"Can I ask you something?"'
"Sure," Kane said, relieved that they weren't the killer.
"Did you love her?" they asked.
"Who?"
"Ashley."
"Love her? Oh, no. She was just a really cool girl, that's all. I would have liked to see her do better than this, but someone in this building in sincerely fucked up," Kane explained.
"Maybe they have their reasons."
"Doubt it."
"You'll see Ashley soon enough," they reassured him.
"Are you going into the freezer or something?"
"No, but I am going to kill you."
"You fucker!" Kane screamed. He turned around to run away, but he was greeted with the freezer. The killer took the bucket. They tossed the contents up on Kane and doused him in the liquid.
"What the fuck is this? It burns!" Kane screamed. It had gotten in his eye. When he smelled what was covering him, he realized that it was lighter fluid.
The killer dodged the counter and ran around to the other side of the room. They pushed Kane roughly once. Normally, they would not have been successful in getting Kane to move. This time, however, with Kane being blinded, Kane moved a lot. With another push, they succeeded in pushing him into the stove. The burners were still running with open flames.
As Kane burned to his death, the killer muttered, "How fitting." The killer left to conduct an alibi.
Jeff and Maria were still in the arena. Jeff had gone off to grab him and Maria some water bottles from a cooler they had found earlier. Jeff had just gotten back. Maria was convinced that Jeff was the killer, and he didn't give her any reasons to believe otherwise.
The stench of burning flesh caught their senses.
"What the fuck is that?" Maria asked, her face contorting in displeasure.
"The kitchen," Jeff said.
The couple ran over to the kitchen. Once they got there, John, Torrie, and Victoria were approaching the kitchen as well.
When they walked inside, they saw the flames. "Oh, fuck!" John yelled. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher next to the doorway. John grabbed it and put out the small fire.
"Is that…Kane?" Victoria wondered, stepping up to the charred figure.
"That's just wrong," John disgustedly said.
"No, that's just fitting, isn't it?" Torrie contradicted.
A/N: Makes sense for Kane to die like that, right?
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