A/N: So this story is cool now? Awesome. Sorry about the wait on this one. I had it like half done and then the whole electrical blew. And then I recovered it, but it's on a different word processor, so it didn't transfer over right…and I had to start completely over.
Oh, and Kaitlyn? There's hockey in this chapter.
"Torrie, you're one sick bitch," Victoria snarled after hearing Torrie's comment.
"But you're the one with blood on your shirt, Victoria!" Torrie gasped, pointing at the blood that was splattered on Victoria's green shirt.
Blood rushed to Victoria's face, showing a deep blush on her face. "No! That's just from when I was--"
"Save it, Victoria!" Jeff yelled, ending her rant. "We all know that you did it."
"I didn't do it!" Victoria jested, trying to defend herself in this precarious situation. After all, she didn't kill off Eve, Matt, Kane, Ashley, and Edge…right?
"Bull shit, Victoria!" Maria screamed. "The proof is on your shirt!"
"No! I went to go see Edge and his head snapped off! The blood is from that!" Victoria defended.
"What?" John asked. "You went to go see a dead body?"
"No," Victoria contradicted. "It was kind of on accident. I was just wandering around and I just ended up there."
"Yeah, because people really just end up at the body of a murdered person," Jeff whispered.
"Fuck you guys," Victoria said, and she left the other four.
"Why is it that…" Maria started, but then stopped herself.
"What is it, Maria?" John asked.
"Nothing," she answered, glancing at Torrie who nodded at her.
"I understand, Maria," Torrie said.
"Fine! Keep secrets from the group, why don't you?" John said and he tossed his arms up in disgust. He left the group in an angry frame of mind. "This shit is ridiculous!" they heard him yell after he entered the hallway.
"Ladies," Jeff nodded, and he left to go sulk somewhere in the arena over the death of his brother. He was trying to hide it from the group.
That left Torrie and Maria alone in the kitchen, the smell of burnt flesh still fresh in their noses.
Maria sniffled. "Are you crying, Maria?" Torrie asked.
"No, I'm not," Maria lied as she tried to hide her tears.
"I understood what you were saying before. I'm going to miss Victoria, too," Torrie said.
"I know. It was always one of the first to leave the group that died, maybe with an exception or two."
"Look, Maria, I know you're not the killer. You're too sweet," Torrie said.
"You too, Tor. Besides, you wouldn't kill John, would you?" Maria asked, smiling a bit.
"Never," Torrie grinned back.
"I think I'm going to find Jeff. I think he's gone off to cry about Matt."
"Who can blame him? That was pretty horrible of whoever did it."
"I know. But be careful, Torrie," Maria said, hugging the blonde Diva.
"You too, Maria. You too."
John walked for about fifteen minutes when he stumbled upon something he didn't think that he would find. He found the locker room of the Chicago Wolves. "I didn't know they had a hockey team," John said to himself upon entering the room. He did not know this because the Chicago Wolves are a part of the American Hockey League, not the National Hockey League. The AHL is the developmental league for the NHL, kind of like what OVW was like to the WWE before the WWE dropped it.
Being a New Jersey Devils fan, he had never seen the team's uniforms before. He found himself drawn to the various hockey items in the room.
"What are you doing in here?" Maria asked.
John snapped up from the crate of hockey pucks. "Maria? What are you doing in here? Are you here to kill me, too?"
Maria laughed at John's insolence. "No, I'm here to look for Jeff."
"I'd check the actual arena, if I were you."
"Can you check for me? I'm scared. I'll wait right here until you come back."
"Yeah," John said, being a gentleman.
When he left, Maria went to further investigate the locker room. She found the tunnel that led to the inside of the arena to the rink. Right before the entrance, she found a type of garage with a big red button next to it.
"I wonder what this does," Maria wondered out loud, pressing the large button. The garage door opened to reveal a giant white zamboni. "Oh, cool!" Maria squealed before hitting the button again to close the door.
A giant hand pressed over hers to stop the closing of the door.
"Maria?" John asked, peeking his head back into the locker room.
She wasn't there.
"Whatever," John sighed, and he continued his inspection of the locker room.
"Jeff, what are you doing here?" Maria giggled, finally finding her boyfriend. Or rather, he found her.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see you, I guess."
"Are you okay?" Maria asked, tilting her head to the side.
"I guess," Jeff sighed, and he walked off into the darkness.
"Ugh!" Maria let out a disgusted huff and left the area.
Victoria was roaming around in the basketball court portion of the arena. She went through to where the players would come out onto the court. She found the open garage door that held the zamboni. When she got closer to the unique piece of machinery, a voice stopped her.
"What are you doing here, Victoria?" they asked, hopping up onto the driver's seat of the zamboni, keys in hand.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Do you like hockey, Victoria?"
"Not really. Why, do you?"
They turned on the zamboni. "That's not important. Ready to run?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to run you over with this?"
"What?" Victoria screamed as the killer drove the zamboni closer to her. She was frozen in shock as it was about five feet in front of her. She turned around and started to run, but the killer sped it up. Victoria tripped over her own feet as the zamboni ran her over, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
"Jeff, where are you?" Maria called out.
"He's in here!" Torrie called back from the basketball court.
When Maria walked in, John was also walking in to meet everyone else. "Oh fuck," she gasped.
The zamboni was parked in the middle of the arena, and the blood trail was clearly visible. With Jeff leading the way, they followed it to Victoria's mangled body.
"That's it," Jeff called. He grabbed Maria's hand and led her off somewhere.
Torrie started crying and leaned into John. "I…She…"
"I know, Tor."
"Jeff, what are we doing here?" Maria asked, confused as why they left the group.
Jeff pushed her up against the wall of the hallway that they were in and held her in place. He wanted her full attention. "Maria, I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to be completely quiet for this, okay?"
Maria nodded as Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled a pocket knife out on his girlfriend.