A/N: Your reviews made me laugh. Clearly, you all don't know me very well at all. And no, I haven't changed my mind about the killer.
"Jeff, are you seriously still carrying that thing around?" Maria asked, eyeing the closed pocket knife that Jeff was holding in the palm of his extended hand.
"Maria, you never know when danger will arise. I'm always prepared," he smiled, flicking the blade open.
"Jeff…" Maria whispered, still not completely assured that her boyfriend wasn't the killer.
"Damnit, Maria! Don't you trust me?" Jeff asked, taking a few steps back.
"Well…I…you see…it's just…"
"I told you that I would never let anything bad happen to you, even if I was the killer."
John and Torrie were still in the arena, both motionless, still staring at the blood trail. After Jeff had taken off with Maria, John and Torrie had left Victoria's mangled body and went back to where the zamboni was parked.
"Who the hell would do such a thing?" Torrie sighed, still crying.
"A monster. A big fucking monster," John replied, pulling Torrie in close as she cried on him.
"Damn straight," Torrie said.
"Come on, let's go find the other two, assuming that one didn't kill the other," John suggested. With his arm still around Torrie, they left the basketball court to search for the other two.
"Put that shit away, Jeff!" Maria hissed as she saw Torrie and John come closer. Jeff looked over to see John and Torrie, so he quickly shut the blade and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"About to off Maria, Jeff?" John rudely asked as he and Torrie approached Jeff and Maria.
"Fuck off, Cena. Why don't you go take your damsel in distress and leave us the fuck alone?" Jeff retorted.
"Torrie is not a damsel in distress, unless you are insinuating that you are going to kill her yourself, Hardy," John growled.
"You guys," both of the ladies whined simultaneously.
"Whatever. Well it looks like we're close to the end, here," Jeff announced, not taking his eyes off of John.
"Wow, aren't you observant?" John jested, staring back at Jeff with an equally powerful glare.
"Stop it!" Torrie said, putting her head in her hands and stomping her feet.
"I have an idea," Jess said.
"Ooh, I'm sure it's pure brilliance," John sarcastically said.
"Fuck off. There's four of us left, so the only way this is going to be settled is if we all split up, fatal four way style."
"Jeff, I don't want to go alone!" Maria cried.
"Maria, can I speak to you in private, please?" Jeff asked. Not waiting for Maria's response, he pulled her aside, away from Jeff and Torrie. He bent down close to her and whispered, "Look, this is the only way it's going to work. Maybe one will kill the other and then it's two on one."
"But Jeff, I don't believe--"
"Why don't you trust me, Maria? I told you that no matter what, nothing bad will happen to you. I promise. Besides, you don't want them to get suspicious because we're sticking together, right?"
Maria looked down and slowly nodded her head, a single tear falling from her eyes. Jeff carefully wiped it away with his thumb before tilting her chin up so she would look at him. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
They walked back to Jeff and Torrie. "Final goodbyes?" Torrie suggested.
"Why? So you can kill us all?" Jeff asked.
"Hey, man," John stepped in.
"Cena, go tear your pectoral muscle again," Maria snapped, rolling her eyes.
"Go pose in Playboy," John snapped back.
"She already did," Jeff grinned.
"Um, hello?" Torrie interrupted, getting angry that they had ignored her suggestion.
Maria and Torrie hugged both of the boys. When they hugged, it was a bit longer than the embrace that either of them had shared with Jeff and John. John and Jeff didn't know what to do. They ended up doing the "gangster" handshake with one hand that pulled both of them into a one armed hug. Jeff, behind John's back, made a face at Maria because he was disgusted that he was hugging John Cena.
After they had all finished, they stood in a silent circle for a couple of minutes before they all turned away at the same time.
After about twenty minutes, Torrie was bored of walking around by herself. When she decided that she had enough of this ridiculous stuff, she turned around to head back to where they had all split up in the first place.
Not even two steps after she had turned around, someone came up behind her and knocked her off of her feet.
Jeff circled the arena at least twice already. He was surprised that he hadn't seen anyone yet. He nearly tripped over something. When he bent down to pick it up, it was a woman's shoe. "Aren't these Maria's?" he asked.
"John, what are you doing?" Torrie giggled as John tossed her over his shoulder.
"I don't know. I got really bored, so I decided to come and find you," John said, carrying her off to somewhere.
"So where are we going?"
"We're going to go find the others."
As Jeff stepped around the corner, his promise to Maria was broken. "Maria!" he screamed, seeing her laying face down on the floor of the hallway. "Wake up!"
It was then that he noticed the blood soaking the back of her shirt. Looking at the cause of the blood, he saw his pocket knife lodged in her back."
Jeff heard footsteps, so he looked up to see Cena carrying Torrie. "What did you kill her, too?" Jeff asked, seeing the limp form of Torrie Wilson in John's arms.
"Maria?" John asked, setting down the perfectly healthy Torrie on her feet. Torrie bent down by Maria and was crying along with Jeff.
Jeff thought he knew who the killer was, but now? Now he wasn't so sure.
Then again, he could have done all this, but he wouldn't let the other two know of that possibility.
A/N: I still can't decide if the killer is going to die. So, if Torrie is the killer, should she die? If John is the killer, should he die? If Jeff is the killer, should he die? I'm assuming that your answers will be different depending on who the culprit is.
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