Chapter 8

Chris and Emily sat outside the arena, both with blankets wrapped tightly around them. Emily had returned to consciousness shortly after they had got out to the fresh air. When the EMT's had arrived, she had refused to go to the hospital, instead she had clung to Chris until he led her away from them.

They both sat watching as the EMT's stretchered away the four body bags containing their four friends. Blood could be seen dripping from one of the bags, Emily turned her head away, as did Chris, and they were both choking back sobs that threatened to break free.

"Mr Irvine? Miss Calloway?" a voice broke through their thoughts. Chris looked up at the cop, but Emily continued to look down at her feet.

"Yeah," Chris choked out.

"The man you described, John Cena, Can you tell me what happened to him?" the cop watched Chris, waiting for a reply.

'I've already told half you fuckers what happened! I don't particularly wish to keep reliving it! It hurt me too much, I don't think you understand that!' Chris broke down again, he didn't want to keep remembering what John had done and said and what he had done to John. It was a little too much for his heart to handle.

'I'm sorry sir, but we really need to understand this. Could please tell me what happened after Mr Cena told you his motives?' the cop looked at Chris with sympathetic eyes.

'O-ok,' Chris cleared his throat before re-explaining the situation. 'John was sat on top of me, he told me his motives - he was pissed because I broke off our relationship. He had a moment of weakness, as I've explained. I knocked him off of me, and then he ran at me. I dodged out of the way, he came at me again and I hit him over the head with the steel pole.' Chris finished what he was saying, hoping to God that it was satisfactory. He just wanted to go home and sleep and try to forget John. "God knows what he did Emily, I don't think she remembers." Emily shook her head in response.

'This all happened in the parking lot? Under where Mr Anderson's body was?' the cop asked.

'YES!' Chris screamed.

'Sir, please calm down. We have searched the entire building and I regret to inform you that Mr Cena's body was never recovered. A full scale search will be done. This man must be brought to justice.'

'What?' breathed Chris. 'John's not dead? You mean he's till out there? He's out there and he's after me?!' Chester was getting hysterical. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do?'



Emily put her arm around Chris's shoulder. "There's nothing we can do, we just have to stick together and hope for the best."

"Hope for the best?!" Chris said alarmed. "Cena's out there!"

Emily stroked his cheek. She didn't know what to say to him. After all, Cena was after her as well.

As they walked to the cop car, Chris gave Emily's hand a squeeze. From now on they were on their own. All they had was each other, and they would hang onto that even if it killed them.

No WWE Superstars were harmed during the making of this story, they are all alive and well.

So there you have it. What will happen in the sequel? Will John be captured? Will Chris and Emily make it out alive? Will my cookie have any chocolate chips in? Who knows! You'll have to find out by reading I STILL KNOW...

Angel
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