Chapter 4

All of them sat silently in the locker room; none of them spoke, none of them made eye contact. Fear was etched into every line on their faces, each of their faces showed the marks of insomnia. None of them had slept that night, all of them scared for their lives. Only Chris, John, Ken and Jeff were scheduled to be on Raw, but they had all decided that it would be best if all of them were at the venue, just so that they could keep an eye on each other. Vince McMahon had said that none of the superstars were to meet and greet with any of the fans for their own safety, he had also stationed extra security around the building.

Thankful that Vince had actually done something right for a change, they had been able to let out a deep breath. They wanted to be safe, and with the knowledge that there was extra security, that made them relax a bit more.

Emily finally plucked up the courage to say something, she had brought a magazine with her and she was commenting on a story. "Why do they always make the British person the villain in movies?"

"Because they always seem evil," Undertaker answered glumly.

"But they're not, I mean Regal doesn't make a good bad guy, so why does Vince let him keep that character?" Emily asked.

"Because there's not another character that he can play," Chris replied. "Paul Burchill already played the pirate, remember?"

"I found him rather funny as commissioner... Remember when you pissed in his tea pot, Chris?" Jeff said with a chuckle. "The look on his face after he took a sip was priceless."

"Yeah, that was funny," Kane agreed.

"What about that Chrismas you sang 'Chestnut's roasting on an open fire', Kane," John said with a hint of laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Laugh all you want, that would have made number 1 in the Billboard Charts," Kane said with a smile. "Talking about singing, do you remember the battle of the bands, between you and Chris?"

Chris and John looked at each other and smiled.

"Yeah... That was probably the worst thing we've ever done," John said. "You didn't even do anything, Chris."

"I praised the British... Now they love me," Chris said with a grin. "That year's Download Festival was great. I know I always have Fozzy to fall back on if my wrestling career takes a downward spiral."

The small talk had definitely made them feel more relaxed. They spent the rest of the hours talking about random things that they had done, which had made them feel even more at ease. They felt a little safer so they decided that they would go off and do their own thing.

Chris was lying on the sofa in the locker room that he had shared with the six other's. Staring up at the ceiling, he willed himself to sleep, but his body wouldn't allow him to slip into the unconscious state. His stomach began to cry out in hunger and he realized that he hadn't eaten all day.

He pulled himself up off of the couch and was hit hard by the memory of the night that the camera guy had walked in on him and John. He could feel John's touch warm, tender and loving on his hot, sweaty skin. He could remember the feelings that they had shared, his love for John was still so strong.

'Argh!' Chris cried out, knocking over a table. He was so frustrated by all this! Why did he have to have a conscience? It was preventing him from expressing his love for John, from expressing the yearnings he had to feel John's body against his own because all those feelings and yearnings had cost a man his life and Chris couldn't handle the guilt of continuing their relationship under the circumstances.

He stormed out of the room, deciding to go find out if Jeff knew where he could grab some food. Jeff always knew where the food was, it was like his superpower. Chris mentally pictured where Matt and Jeff's room was and quickly made his way down the empty halls to his room. He found it and knocked lightly on the door.

"Jeff, are you in here?" Chris called through the door only to receive no reply from the high-flyer. "Jeff?" There was still no reply so Chris pushed the door open slowly. He just wanted to check that Jeff wasn't actually there.

Chris hadn't been prepared for the sight he saw. His throat wouldn't allow him to scream so he began hyperventilating as he looked on at the carnage in the room. Jeff lay on the floor with what looked like skipping rope bounding his hands, his eyes were still open. Chris looked away but couldn't get the image out of his mind. There was, what seemed to be, cheese wire around his throat, it had cut deep into his skin, a pool of crimson blood was beneath his head. His glazed over eyes looked straight into Chris's and Chris lost it completely. He ran full seed down the hall, unable to cry out, tears of fear running down his face.

He hadn't realized what he was doing when he ran into John's locker room.

"John!?" Chris shouted John's name, questioning whether or not he was present. The room was empty. Where was John? Was he dead too? Chris had to find him, he had to find everybody.

He began running again, his destination unclear. His mind was in over drive, he couldn't get the image of Jeff's bloody corpse from his head. Who was doing this? Why had they killed Jeff? Chris wasn't safe running around by himself. He was lost, he couldn't find his way around this godforsaken place!

'FUCK!' cried Chris as he hit a dead end. 'Where the fuck are you all?!' He collapsed in a pile on the floor, his head in his hands. Tears flowed down his cheeks like rivers. He couldn't handle this. Were they all dead? Was this a dream? Was this really some sick, twisted fuck after him and his friends? What if John was dead? Chris knew for a fact he wouldn't be able to cope without John, he loved him so much, his life wouldn't be worth living if John was dead. He'd just give himself up to the killer if he found John's body.

A scream pulled Chris from his thoughts. Someone else was alive! The scream came again. 'JOHN?' Chester shouted, running in the direction of the scream. Please don't let John's screams be from death, Chris kept running, using the sound of the screams to guide him.

Chapter 5 will be up tomorrow.

Angel