James took several deep breaths as he watched the sun come up, feeling not only extremely sticky because of the blood drying on him but also clear headed for the first time in what felt like forever. The murder spree he had just partaken in had been positively orgasmic (not that he had actually came during any of that; that would just be too weird even for him). He knew he had gone way WAY out of control because after the first couple of people, his memory of the killing spree got very very fuzzy. Hopefully Cooper and Connor cleaned up after me or I'm probably going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had about a dozen missed calls from Mark, Cooper, Glenn and Jeff. The sheer number of calls shocked him because that was how many times he hadn't even heard his own phone ring. For a moment he almost thought about calling all of them back but he decided that they could wait just a little bit longer. He had to at least get himself somewhat cleaned off. The longer he ran around covered in blood, the more likely it was that he was going to get in deep trouble.

Setting his phone down on a rock, he ventured out of the trees that were giving him cover and went into the lake that he was by. The water was absolutely freezing, but he tolerated it as best as he could so he could get himself somewhat cleaned up. "Holy shit balls," he muttered, his teeth chattering as hard as they could. "M-M-Major fucking shrinkage here." He finished up as fast as he could before getting out, shaking himself off like a big giant dog. He had traded stickiness for freezing his ass off and now he wasn't sure if that was such a great trade off. "M-Marky," James muttered, going back into the trees and grabbing his phone so he could dial Mark's phone number. "Need Marky…"

…

Mark was absolutely exhausted. After dropping Jeff and Glenn off at the hotel (he had really wanted to make sure Jeff wouldn't run off and try to find James on his own), he had met up with Cooper and Connor and had spent the rest of the night with them trying to hunt down James. They hadn't found him, but they had found the mess he had left behind. It was unlike anything Mark had ever seen before. Twenty nine bodies (that they had found) and there was a chance that James was still going strong.

"This is fucking ridiculous," Cooper muttered. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced back at Connor, who had conked out in the backseat. "Dad should have never stopped killing. This entire thing was stupid and-"

"He offered," Mark said with a shrug. "He was the one-"

"-trying to appease Jeff," Cooper said with a snort. "And get Matt off his back."

Mark shook his head. "Let's not throw blame around right now, okay? It's not going to get us anywhere." Blaming Matt for being the moral person he was and ragging on Jeff for having second thoughts about accepting James's murderous ways was just going to be a waste of time. Right now they just had to find James and get him calmed down if he hadn't done it on his own. They could worry about Jeff and Matt later.

Mark felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he immediately stopped the car so he could dig it out and answer it. "Hello?"

"Marky?"

The relief that washed over Mark was indescribable. "James!" he said with a sigh. He ran free hand through his hair and shook his head. "Where the hell are you?"

"Uh…by a lake," James replied. "Other than that I'm not sure."

Mark frowned. "A lake?"

"Yeah. I thought it was a good idea to bathe in it to get this blood off me but now I'm freezing my fucking ass off."

Mark just shook his head, doing his best to keep Cooper from snatching the phone out of his hand. "Jesus Christ Lawson," he muttered under his breath. What else could he say? It wasn't like he could just go off about the carnage that had been caused last night because that would just set James off again. Lawson had never been one to respond to being scolded that well. Besides from that, he really couldn't yell at James without needing to take a verbal ass kicking himself. He should have never let shit get this far. He knew better than anyone what James was like and he should have taken James out to break his promise a lot sooner. A lot more people would still be alive if had done that. "Just stay there, okay? The boys and I are coming to get you."

"Where's Jeff?"

"I took him back to the hotel and made Glenn stay with him. I didn't want him getting hurt or seeing you when you're all…you know…"

"Yeah," James agreed. "Smart thinking Marky."

"Mmhmm. Now stay put, you hear me?"

"Yes! I heard you the first time."

"I just wanted to make sure-"

"I love you."

Mark blinked at the sudden declaration but he didn't hesitate to answer back to it. "Love you too Lawson. Here, talk to Cooper." He handed the phone over to the impatiently waiting Cooper before he began to drive again. He wasn't sure where the hell this lake was but he was going to find it one way or another. That was for damn sure.

…

Shawn let out a huge yawn before rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Too early," he mumbled unhappily. "It's too early Johnny. Let's go back to bed." He grabbed John by the hand and started trying to pull him back towards their room.

John however, refused to budge. "We can't go back baby. We have a flight to catch, remember?"

Shawn did remember but he was way too sleepy to be happy about it. "Stupid family should be happy for you," he muttered. He felt John's arms wrapping around him and he quickly fell right into the embrace. "That way you could be happy and I could be sleeping right now."

John sighed and kissed the top of Shawn's head. "Well we could always forget about doing this and just go back to bed-"

Shawn shook his head vehemently. "And let your family win? I think not." He hit himself in the face a couple of times to help wake himself up. "I am going to get them to stop treating you like you have a disease one way or another, or my name is not Shawn Michaels."

"You do realize your real name is-"

"We do not speak of that name!" Shawn snapped, stepping away from John so he could put his hands on his hips and glare at him. "You hear me?"

John chuckled in amusement and nodded his head. "Yeah I hear ya."

"Good." Shawn reached into John's pocket and grabbed his wallet. "Now you keep being a good boy and get us all checked out of here while I go to the gift shop and buy stuff."

"Gift shop? Why do you need to go to the gift shop? There's nothing in there you need."

"I know but I just like spending your money. It's much more fun than spending my own." Shawn got John's credit card out and started to head towards the shop when Hunter came stumbling in, making a beeline for him only to trip over his own two feet in the process.

"Oh damn it," Shawn heard John mutter as he went over to check on his former partner in crime. He knew that John and Hunter weren't exactly members of each other's fan clubs, but that wasn't going to stop him from at least checking on Hunter. There was some resemblance of a good person buried deep inside the Cerebral Assassin-well, at least Shawn liked to think there was. There was a whole mess of people that would immediately disagree though.

"Shawn," Hunter mumbled as Shawn helped him up to his feet. "Glad to see….mmmm you smell good."

Shawn sighed and did his best to hold Hunter up. "You're still drunk? Jesus Hunter, what were you thinking? And what happened to your nose?"

"Randy broke it," Hunter tattled. "He hit me."

"What did you do to him?" The question was blunt, but appropriate considering Hunter and Randy's troubled past.

Hunter looked insulted by the question. "How could you ask me that? You're supposed to be my friend! You…John poisoned your mind and stole you away from me."

Shawn groaned. Not this again. "Hunter don't-"

"We were happy," Hunter muttered, his eyes beginning to droop close. "So happy…"

"No, you were happy," Shawn corrected. "You weren't the one being manipulated like a puppet on a string."

"But-"

"Come on Helmsley, I'm getting you to your room," John said, barging in on the conversation so he could throw Hunter over his shoulders and start carrying him away. "Shawn can you get us checked out of this place? I'll meet you in the car afterwards."

"Yeah sure," Shawn agreed, although he wasn't exactly comfortable with the thought of John taking Hunter anywhere. That was just pretty much asking for trouble.

"Not you!" Hunter growled right on cue. He started smacking at John's back, although it didn't really do much good because he was so wasted. "Fuck off Cena! Put me down! Put me-ow! You cock sucker! I'm gonna get you for that."

Shawn sighed and shook his head. Oh Hunter…what are we going to do with you?

…

Ted was surprised to see that Randy was sleeping in the chair by Cody's bed when he woke up. After getting Cody back to their hotel room and getting him all settled down, Ted had told Randy he could just go before passing out in his own bed, but here Randy was, sitting right by Cody's side. That had to mean something. It just had to. Randy wasn't the type to stick around and babysit his drunk friends once they were passed out. Once they were out, he got them laid down somewhere relatively safe and then he was out.

The idiot cares about Cody, he thought to himself as he got out of bed and walked over to the other bed. He does. It's why he ran away like a coward when he realized they slept together. He's so stuck on what Hunter did to him that he's too much of a baby to get over it and move on.

Ted looked back and forth between his two sleeping friends, knowing that something had to be done about the two of them. They needed each other. Cody loved Randy so much and Randy needed to be with someone who would care about him…

An idea popped into his brain and he decided to just go ahead and do it instead of taking the time to think it through. He grabbed Randy and being as quiet and careful as he could, he placed Orton on the bed and then placed Cody right into his embraced. "Perfect," Ted said under his breath. He chuckled a little bit as Cody mumbled under his breath and unknowingly snuggled even closer to Randy. "So cute." Very satisfied with himself, he went into the bathroom so he could take a shower. One way or another, something was going to work out between the two of them. He would make damn sure of that.