Chapter 3
Emily was sitting on a chair with a blanket around her. Ever since she had seen the sight she had been unable to feel warmth. She had pushed Kane and her father away from her, much to their dismay. She was completely lost in her own terrified thoughts.
It had been early morning by the time the cops had finished talking to everyone that had been on the premises. Of course, the six people that knew the reason why an innocent man had died didn't tell them what they knew. They couldn't tell them the truth, so they all felt silently guilty.
Chris watched as the EMT's carried the body up the ramp and through to the underground parking lot. The cops were now leaving and explaining that they did not need to hold any of the superstars for any longer, but they may call them later for further questioning.
The venue began to clear out, but the seven of them still sat in random seats around the huge room. They were all in fear, even Kane and the Undertaker. You could see it in their eyes. Jeff had been vomiting violently since the body had been discovered and now he could barely stand up. Emily and Kennedy had now taken up residence on the floor with their backs towards the ring, making their way through as many cigarettes that was humanly possible. Chris had chosen the full blown shocked mode of sitting silently at ringside. John had attempted to talk to Chris but Chris had ignored him; he hadn't looked at John since but he had heard his voice.
Chris exhaled deeply, trying his best to calm his self down. He knew it wasn't going to work, how could he be calm? Someone who knew the truth had just sent a very strong message to them, any one of them could be next. That thought scared Chris shitless. Tears of fear ran down his cheeks.
"We need to get out of here," John said from behind Chris. Chris turned around and looked at John who was a ghostly white. John wasn't shaking but he had undeniable fear in his eyes. "Come on," John took hold of Chris's arm and lifted him from the chair.
The two men moved slowly up the ramp to where Emily and Kennedy sat, Emily was still smoking but Kennedy was now trying to keep himself from heaving; he wasn't a natural smoker. Jeff had now found the strength in him to get up and walk gingerly down the steps, Undertaker and Kane helped him over the barrier, before they climbed over themselves.
"So what are our plans?" Emily said gruffly as everyone gathered around her and Kennedy.
"Let's head to the hotel to get some rest," Undertaker said lifting his daughter to her feet. "We'll get to the next venue with everyone else, and at least return to some normalcy."
"Are you completely insane?" Kennedy said alarmed. "Look what good came of 'returning to normalcy' did us last time! Another man is dead! Someone is going to do to us what we did
to the other guy – We all might as well be six feet under!" Hysteria had gripped Kennedy in a bad way.
"We can't tell anyone if that's what you're thinking! No way, we're just going to have to stick together, none of us are going to die," Kane was trying to be calm but his voice gave away his fear. Emily took hold of hand; a comforting gesture that made all the difference to him.
"Kane's right," Chris said helping Ken to his feet. "Telling the cops would put us in deep shit, our lives would be over anyway. If the seven of us stand by each other and watch each other's backs, then none of us will die. Seven against one, right? I think the odds are in our favour."
"How do we know it's seven against one?" Undertaker asked.
"We don't, we've just go to hope that I'm right," Chris held onto John to steady himself, his body was shaking to violently now for him to stand by himself.
They all proceeded to leave the venue, in hope that they were right. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.
Chris Jericho lay alone in bed, too scared to sleep. He didn't want to be alone tonight; he wanted someone even John would have done. When John had held him earlier, he had felt safe. Now he felt vulnerable. He wanted John to be there with him, telling him that everything was going to be alright, just like he used to do.
He closed his eyes and tried to forget the day's happenings, but every time he did, he saw the dead guy with his head crushed by the ring. He wondered how Emily was feeling, for someone so young to have witnessed that. At least she had Kane to cuddle up to.
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST WRESTLEMANIA
The words haunted Chris like a bad dream. He never slept that night and feared that he never would again.
Hey, the next chapter will be posted on Monday.
Also, I'd like to point out that this story was the first part of a trilogy. Hope you don't get bored!!
Angel
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