Chapter 5

Chris found himself heading into Undertaker's locker room. He threw open the door, he hadn't heard any screams for a while, that had made him run faster.

"John," Chris breathed, seeing John's crumpled body in the corner. John was balled up in the corner crying and Chris saw why. "Oh God," Chris ran to John's side, trying his best to ignore the nausea he now felt.

The reason John had been screaming was the bloody mass of human tissue that used to be the Undertaker that now lay on the floor. Undertaker had been literally cut into two pieces down the middle. An axe lay haphazardly next to, what used to be, Undertaker. The blood covered the walls, the floor, the couch, the table, the mirror: everything. A river of blood had formed between the two halves of Undertaker's body. Chris felt sick, how could someone do this? The second of his good friend's were now dead.

Chris heard a squeak from behind him; he quickly rushed to catch the falling girl before she hit the ground. "Why?" was the last thing she said before she passed out. Chris slapped her face willing her to wake up, when she finally did, she vomited onto the floor.

Helping Emily to her feet, Chris looked over to John. "John, honey, we need to get out of here. John was shaking violently and seemed to not be able to control himself. He tried to speak but he couldn't form the words. Chris and Emily walk forwards and both crouched down next to John. "It's ok, babe," Chris pulled John's shaken body closer to his own and tried to keep himself focused. He wouldn't usually be this calm, but for the sake of Emily and John, he had to stay strong.

"Why?" John finally choked out, his voice was shaken by sobs. "Why would someone do that to him? Look at him!"

Emily let a sob escape her lips. Undertaker had been her father; he had looked after her when she was scared. Now he was dead, now she had to fend for herself.

Chris put his arm around Emily's shoulder and pulled her to him. "It's ok," he said to Emily and John. "We have to leave, NOW. Jeff's dead too. I found his body a while ago. We need to get going.

Emily fell backwards onto her bottom. "Jeff's dead?" She repeated, with her hands over her mouth.

Chris was trying to get John to his feet.

"What? NO! This can't be happening!" John ruined Chris's efforts by falling to the floor again.

"Come on now, John! We need to see if the others are alive and get out of this place and call the cops!" Chris suddenly stopped and looked at Emily. "Have you got your cell phone?"

Emily shook her head

"We can't stay here," Chris said. "Em, help me get John up will you?"

Emily used all of her strength to lift John from where he was sitting. All the while, trying not to look at the remains of her father.

John stared at Chris, wide eyed, tears staining his beautiful face. Chris wiped the streams off John's cheeks and held his face in his hands. "We have to go find Kane and Kennedy, and then leave. Our lives are in danger and we can't stay here." John's eyes locked with Chris's as Chris held on to John's face. John brought his hand up to Chris's hand and held it. He then moved his face slightly forward and brought his lips down to Chris's. He lightly grazed his own lips along Chris's, slowly kissing him. He applied more force with his lips, his tongue running along Chris's bottom lip. Chris brought his tongue to John's, massaging it with his own. John then kissed Chris once more and ended it. Chris looked into John's eyes, he had wanted to feel that so badly for the past year, and it felt good. With that, he took John and Emily's hands and they walked towards Kane's dressing room with urgency in their strides.

They arrived at the door and both just stood in front of it, none of them moved. They just stared at the door in front of them, holding tightly to each other's hands.

'OK,' breathed Chris, letting his grip on John and Emily's hands loosen. 'It's now or never.' He went to open the door.

'Chris, wait,' John stopped Chris doing the action. 'What if Kane's body is in there? What do we do then?'

'I don't know, but we need to know if anyone else is alive.' John nodded his approval and Chris resumed the action of opening the door.

'Oh fuck, no,' John's head moved to Chris's shoulder as he looked away from the sight that confirmed their suspicions.

Emily was now hysterical. Loosing her father and her boyfriend to this psychopath was more than she could take. Chris quickly ushered her out of the room and sat her on a chair. He let her cry into his chest, while he stroked her long brown hair. When her screaming became light sobs he made her look at him.

"You'll never be on your own, ok?" said Chris, whipping the tears from her eyes.

Emily nodded and sniffed.

"Come on, let's look for Ken," John said in a monotonous voice.

As always, the next chapter will be up tomorrow.

Also, I've just started on the sequel to this, it's entitled I STILL KNOW...

Angel
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