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~ Chapter 2 – The Smallest of Connections ~

He couldn't think … not after what he had just witnessed. He couldn't rationalize how any of the humans could say yes to the darkness, to destroy their entire future for something like Desire. Nothing made any sense, though … that was the beauty of the world and all of its choices. Nothing had to make sense for the world to keep turning. After witnessing what the Evil – the Evil – did to Melina Perez, it was only a matter of time before she fell. It had been weeks, months since the heinous act, yet it was still so fresh in John Cena's mind to the point where it was all he could think about when he wasn't all over the world, saving the souls that he could. The way Melina had so easily fallen for his games; the way Desire pulled her in, promising everything, but giving nothing … the way his lips pressed softly, yet firmly, against hers …

Shaking his head, John pushed those thoughts out of his head, refusing to get caught up in the sinful looks of the Evil – Randy Orton. Sinful looks … the Good One snorted and shook his head again, allowing the humourous smile to cross his face as he made his way to the castle-like structure. He really had been thinking too much about Desire. The last thing he needed was to get distracted, though. There were more pressing matters to take care of then daydreaming about the Evil … like why an Evil and a Good One were attracted to the same soul. It was something – among over things – that was constantly fresh in his head. A part of him wanted to go straight to Hunter and Shawn and tell them what had happened, but the other part didn't want to. He couldn't explain it, but there was something … personal … about the entire thing. There was just something about that Evil that was different from the others and John was set on finding out just what that difference was.

Pushing open the great white doors, John stepped inside and was greeted with a wonderful sight. All around him, Good Ones were walking around talking amongst themselves, while others, like the greatest Good One the world had ever seen – Adam Copeland – was standing in the corner, soaking up the energy of a fresh soul that he had just saved. A part of John envied Adam. He was smart, successful, and brilliant at what he did, and seemed to always have a positive thing to say. He was a great Good One and an even better friend. Envy was a sin, though, and, while they all struggled to remain pure and true, it was always hard not to fall for them. Unlike most humans, who were so easily tainted with the evil, Good Ones were much stronger, able to know when the attack was coming and put up the right defenses to save themselves. John smiled and waved when Adam opened his eyes and saw him. No matter how great Adam Copeland was as a Good One, he was an even better friend, and that was enough to make John happy for him.

"John," His thoughts were pulled away by the sound of a very familiar voice. He turned to said voice and smiled at Shawn. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing alright, Shawn," John replied, falling into step with Shawn as he started walking down a hallway, moving to a more secluded area away from the other Good Ones so they could talk in privacy. "How are you?"

"I've actually been a bit worried about you," Shawn confessed, looking at John with a look full of worry and concern.

"What do you mean? I'm fine …"

"I'm sure you are," Shawn said immediately, nodding his head and waving his hand in dismissal. He looked almost embarrassed to even have thought such a thing to begin with. "Things have been very stressful lately, as you know. I guess I'm just getting paranoid."

"Shawn," John put a hand on Shawn's shoulder, stopping him. When he finally looked back at John, John could tell that he had been indeed worried. The lines on his face were pronounced and deep. His eyes looked tired and worn. "You look horrible. Have you not been resting?"

"There will be plenty of time to rest later," Shawn said, shaking his head. "Right now we need to …"

John would have nothing of it, though. He waved his hand, cutting off whatever it was that Shawn was getting ready to say and put an arm around him as they continued walking down the hallway, taking a left at the next crossroad. "Right now you need to go rest. I know you are worried and stressed about the future of Earth, but Shawn, if you don't relax and get the proper rest you need then you will be of no help to the world. Surely you understand that."

And he did. As much as he hated it, Shawn knew that John was telling the truth. Hunter, his lover, had been telling him the exact same thing, too. It was just so hard to think about his well-being when there was just so much to think about when it came to the safety of the world. Not only was the world in jeopardy, but so was the existence of Good Ones. If the world fell into sin then their souls would burn. In that case, they would be unable to save them, which meant that there would be no use for Good Ones. Evil will take over, and the world would go into utter chaos. The world would destroy itself. How could anyone not worry over something like that?

"I do," Shawn sighed. He looked at John and gave him a small smile. "I will rest for a while."

"Good," John smiled back, squeezing Shawn's shoulder before letting him go. He started to walk backwards to where they just came from. "I have more souls to save. I'll check on you later." And with that, John's body was surrounded by blue shimmers before disappearing altogether.

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There was always a down side by being the center of attention, but there was also a plus side and right now, as Randy Orton strolled down an endless corridor deep inside of the Underworld, he loved the attention he was receiving from the other Evils around. As he passed by, the talking slowly ceased to a stop, all eyes followed him as he made his way past them, his head tilted up defiantly. That was the only upside to being the one everyone talked about, the one everyone tried to mirror themselves after. They only saw what he presented, not what was really underneath. A part of Randy wanted it that way, though. He didn't want them staring at him out of pity and he definitely didn't want them to resent him, because he wasn't fond of the half Ruler of the Underworld's touching. He was safe now, though. Taker never tried anything when there was a crowd … most of the time, anyway. Mostly the confrontations and little sneak attacks occurred when he was alone.

So he would stay in the populated area, moving with the other Evils as they went around, talking to others as they waited for more energy to seep into their bodies. It was with this in mind did Randy stay, looking for one person in particular – his brother, Cody. The similarities between them were quite different – Cody taking after their mother while Randy took after their father – but there was no mistaking their resemblance. Both had brilliant blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the darkest places. They had dark hair and perfect skin. Though Cody took after their mother – his small frame, his kinder, gentler side – he had his father's courage and determination. Randy, on the other hand, was much bigger and stronger built. His skin was darker, probably due to all of the long hours spent outside. Regardless of the differences, however, they were family and they loved each other more than anything.

Randy slowly walked around the groups of people, trying his hardest to find his brother, only he couldn't. Sighing, Orton figured that he was still on Earth collecting the damned souls. Evil was winning; there would be a lot of souls. Maybe he could meet him somewhere? Track his essence and watch him take down another soul? Randy was too busy planning – leaning back against the rocky wall – he didn't even notice the other Evils dissipate until he was the only one there. Of course, when he did notice, he could already feel the temperature drop.

"Fuck," Randy growled, hating each and every Evil that left without giving him a heads up. He pushed himself off the wall and started down the hallway, his pace quickening with each step he took. There was no way he'd get stuck in another compromising position again. Just the thought of Taker putting his hands on him, touching him, kissing him … it made him want to gag, throw up then die.

He was practically jogging to get out of the area in time. His feet were pounding into the ground as he rushed on and, he didn't know if it was his panicked mind playing tricks on him, but he was almost certain he heard the sound of a chuckle softly vibrating off the walls. Glancing back behind him, just to make sure that Taker wasn't right there on his trail, Randy turned the corner, only to come to a halt when he almost walked right into the very man he was running from. His breath caught in his throat and he had to do all that he could to not turn around and run in the direction he just came. Deep down, though, Randy knew that Taker could – and would – catch him if he ever decided to run. It would be a futile attempt of an escape. Instead, Randy lowered his head and slowly took a step back, trying to put some distance between the half Ruler of the Underworld and himself. That wasn't in his favour, though. Taker walked forward, not stopping until he had Randy backed into the nearest wall … just how he liked him – trapped and squirming. The half Ruler of the Underworld could hear the thunderous beats of Randy's heart; he could hear his shaky breath as it quietly escape from his mouth in quick pants. It was like music to his ears. Never had he been so turned on before in all the centuries he cursed the world.

"Where were you running off to?" Taker purred, his voice hinting what Randy hoped he wouldn't. He chuckled darkly when Randy flinched as his cold fingertips brushed against Orton's jaw line, his body almost pressed against the smaller Evil … his Evil.

"I … I was going to collect more souls s-so I wouldn't hear you bitch ..." Randy answered, trying his hardest to remain his cocky, arrogant self. That was a hard task to accomplish when all he wanted to do was break away from Taker and take off down the hallway, putting as much distance between them as possible. He was trapped between a wall and a hard place, though.

"You've collected enough for today," Taker retorted, his free hand running down the length of Randy's arm, loving how easy it was to make Orton shiver in utter fear and repulse. At least he knew where he stood when it came to it all. No matter how great of an Evil he was, he was still beneath Taker. He was still his to do with what he will. He could destroy Randy right then and there if he wanted to; make him bend to his every desire if he demanded it. Orton couldn't refuse him or else he'd be in a world of hurt. "Why don't you come with me … I want to show you something …"

Opening his mouth to speak, Randy was quickly shut down when Taker wrapped an arm around him and led him down the hallway, the grip he had was gentle, but at the same time, spoke volumes – fight me and I'll teach you whose in control here. So, it was with that haunting thought in mind, did Randy allow Taker to lead him down the hallway, the torches lighting their way as the half Ruler of the Underworld directed Orton to the main area, a place that instantly brought chills and goosebumps to flair along The Viper's skin – the throne room. Orton had no idea why the place made him jumpy and edgy, had no idea why the place made him want to shimmer and get as far away from the place as possible. There was just something about it that sent him unease.

What caught his attention, though, was when he looked upon the thrones and noticed something very peculiar … sitting directly between the two great thrones … was another throne …

"Do you like it?" Taker asked when he caught Orton staring in wonder at the additional throne. He couldn't help but allow the grin to spread across his face – which was very uncharacteristic of him, to say the least. What could he say, though? Randy Orton had a way of bringing that side out of him even when he didn't want it. That was one of the many things that attracted him to the Evil; that was one of the many things that Taker found that would be perfect for the future plans.

"Why are there three thrones?" Randy quietly asked, looking from Taker's throne to the other half Ruler of the Underworld's throne to the slightly smaller throne that sat in the very middle. The unease he had been feeling was slowly intensifying the longer he ogled the display.

Taker released his hold on Randy and slowly started to pace around the room, his hands coming to rest behind his back, clasping them as he turned his gaze to the very scene Orton couldn't take his eyes off of. The future plans he and his dark lover had were slowly starting to unfold and it was only going to be a matter of time before those schemes and plots were publicized. Shifting his gaze from the thrones back to his Evil, Taker slowly walked towards Orton, quickly gaining his attention. Randy immediately started to back away, but had an instantaneous gasp when Taker lurched forward with unearthly speed, grabbing his forearm, and holding on tight, expressing his true power and strength as he pulled The Viper closer, those feelings of an intense orgasmic rush filling him.

"Things are about to change, Randy," He drawled slowly, his eyes raking over Orton's body. The Evil's weakness towards him was succulent. Reaching forward, Taker slowly drew his hand down the side of his face, coming to rest on his neck, where his thumb slowly started to caress his pulse, as well as to monitor the rapid beats of Orton's heart. "Whether you are ready for them or not – prepare."

"Whether I'm ready? What the hell are you talking about?" Randy questioned his voice shaky and unsteady as he looked up into the cold eyes of Taker, his mouth slightly open in confusion and in fear. The unease was only growing, only escalating with each passing second. What part did he play in all of it? What was it?

"Like it or not, Randal, you're-" Taker started, but was caught off guard when another presence started to make itself known. Sensing it, Randy turned his attention away from the half Ruler of the Underworld and focused on the place where the presence was coming in, the black shimmers encircling a specific place before Cody Rhodes stepped out. Taker could feel his Evil's heart slowing down some, as though he were happy that he was finally not alone. Growling, his grip tightening a bit, showing his territorial side, Taker glared at the newcomer, the growth of hate for the kid slowly starting to increase with each passing millisecond. "What are you doing here, Rhodes? We're busy."

"I was summoned here," Cody replied. Even though his heart was racing the more and more Taker glared his way, he held his ground, and even managed to speak without his voice shaking. He raised his head some as he looked over to Randy – the man who called for him, practically screaming for him in his head.

Taker also turned his head to look at the Evil in his grasp, those cold, dead eyes of his searching Randy's very soul. He knew when he first brought Randy from the dead that Cody Rhodes was going to be a very big presence in Randy's life and was even keen on working with him, since Orton was going to be the final piece in the puzzle, but now … now Taker was ready to kill and wipe the Underworld of the existence known as Cody Rhodes. All he was … was a distraction. Randy was the eldest, which meant his entire attention was mostly on his younger brother. That wasn't going to work well with the future plans. Taking a deep breath – mostly to calm down before he did something not very nice to the intruding Evil – Taker relinquished some of his hold on Randy, but made sure to hang onto some part of The Viper. He lived up to his name. If there was a way out, he'd strike like a snake and go right for it, taking everyone and everything out of the picture to get to it.

"Did you summon him?"

"I … uh," Randy quickly looked at Cody before turning his pale gaze back to Taker, clearing his throat before shrugging his shoulders. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of his brother, to show him how much Taker really and truly affected him. "I called him before you showed me … this …"

"I see," Taker slowly nodded his head, releasing the grip he had on the future before taking a few steps back, his gaze boring into Randy's. "Then you better not keep him waiting. I'm sure whatever you summoned him for is important."

The Viper didn't move an inch for a moment, his eyes locked on the half Ruler of the Underworld, just waiting for him to lurch forward and do something. When he didn't, though, Randy slowly moved closer to his brother, his pale gaze not once leaving the man that stalked him night and day. Reaching out, Orton grabbed a hold of his brother's arm and shimmered them both out of the Underworld, out and away from Taker, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a low, malevolent growl evading from deep within his throat.

Every time he got closer, something immediately got in the way – and that something always seemed to be Cody Rhodes. Well, it seems as though Cody Rhodes was going to have a rude awakening if he thought he could get away with the game he was playing, that was for sure.

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"What do you want me to do, Cody, huh!" Randy shouted, pacing back and forth in a garden in Ireland. Even though he was trying to keep a cool head, he couldn't help but react to everything Cody was saying – and it wasn't in a positive way, either.

"I don't know! But you can't keep doing this! You can't get alone with him, because you know what he's going to keep doing to you! You need to go hide or something!" The fights the two had were endless when it came to the topic of The Viper and The Undertaker.

"Where do you want me to go?" Throwing his hands up in the air, Randy laughed without humour as he turned on his little brother, his pale eyes a blazing fire. "It doesn't matter where I go, Cody, because he'll find me! He always finds me!"

Carping, Cody shook his head and plopped down on the ground right where he stood, crossing his arms as he glared at the blossoming flowers that were before him, their beauty slowly fading until the floras started to shrivel. He couldn't help it, though. He was inundating in guilt and sorrow that it was only a natural reaction for him as an Evil to kill whatever was in his path, and that – unfortunately – had to be the petunias before him. How could he not? For the past five hundred years, Cody Rhodes had been subjected to watch as the half Ruler of the Underworld harassed and stalked his brother. He watched as the Ruler practically drew his brother closer and closer to his breaking point, though he tried to be strong whenever Cody was around. It didn't really matter – Cody could tell what Taker's harassment was doing to his health. He didn't know what Taker was planning, but that sickening feeling he had was only growing stronger and stronger the more the half Ruler of the Underworld persisted.

Pacing back and forth in front of the grave, Cody Rhodes had absolutely no idea what he was expecting to happen. A part of him thought that his brother would simply shoot out of the grave like some unnatural creature; the other part thought he would just magically appear beside him, merely staring at his grave in complete shock while Cody explained to his brother what had happened, why he died, and why he was standing beside him. None of that happened, though, and Rhodes was left to wonderful what exactly would happen and when.

He was growing antsy just waiting, his pacing continuing until he felt a comforting presence beside him. Shortly after, the half Ruler of the Underworld – Cody's new home and master – stood before him, his eyes locked on the fresh grave. He gave no indication that he knew that Rhodes was standing right there, but Cody was smart enough to keep his mouth shut, because deep down, he knew that Taker was well-aware of his attendance. And it soon paid off. A few minutes passed before Taker finally turned his cold gaze to the youngest brother, those eyes studying him, trying to read and sense sincerity.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He finally drawled, that voice sending shills straight through Cody's body.

"I …" Cody hesitated, looking down at the grave that held his dead brother – a brother that he killed. The man's life was cut short and it was because of him. "I'm sure."

Shaking his head, The Undertaker – as he instructed Cody to call him – took a step forward, his blank eyes boring into Rhodes', who immediately looked nervous, but – shockingly – stood his ground. "This is … permanent. There is no changing the rules. Once I've raised him … he will be subjected to bringing souls down to the Underworld. Do you understand that?"

The consequences were nothing compared to what Cody had been doing to himself ever since his brother's death. To be quite honest, Rhodes didn't care. The only thing he did care about was getting his brother back, to see him smile, to hear him laugh. He just wanted his best friend back.

"I understand."

"He will have to deal with all that comes his way. Besides," The Undertaker drawled, turning his gaze back upon the grave, a fog slowly starting to appear around them. "I am quite … curious … as to how this is going to play out. I will be keeping a close eye on him."

"Watch him, that's fine, I don't care. I just want him back. I did this to him and I want to make this all right. I took his life – I want to give it back," Cody explained, taking a step forward, his fingers running over the name that was inscribed in the stone.

Randal Keith Orton

April 1, 1580 – November 13, 1611

Beloved Son, Loving Fiancé, Adoring Brother

"I will once again remind you how permanent this is, Cody Rhodes," Taker repeated, his voice eerie in the darkness that was around them, bringing the hairs on Cody's arms to stand straight up. "There is no going back, there are no negotiations. Once I raise him, he belongs to me."

"I understand the circumstances, now bring him back."

"… and furthermore, if I had the ability to get away from the sick son-of-a-bitch, don't you think I would have done so by now! It's not like I actually enjoy getting raped with his hands, Cody! I don't like him showing me shit and catching me alone! I don't like him grabbing me and violating me every single fucking time I go down to the Underworld to get energy!" Randy expressed, practically burning a hole in the ground from all of his pacing, but he didn't even discern the trail he created when he finally looked over to his brother, finally noticing that he wasn't even listening. "And I'm talking to my fucking self."

"No, I'm listening, I just ..." Cody closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment, shaking those thoughts of that life-changing night out of his head before he realized something. The last thing he wanted was Randy to know about what had happened. Just thinking about the way Randy would look at him, the way his brother would speak to him … it was just something he didn't even want to think about. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Something isn't right and I don't like the way things are going."

"You're telling me," Randy snorted, finally coming to a stop. He put his hands on his hips and peered down at his brother, who was still seated on the ground. After a few steps forward, Randy plopped down on the ground before him, leaning closer. "So, I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"When I was in some market street in Mexico, there was this Good One …" Trailing off, Orton cocked his head to the side as he recalled how attractive this Good One was. He could easily recall seeing the dimples, the thick muscles that adorned his body. He could remember the beautiful blue in his eyes, the way they twinkled whenever the light touched them the right way. He then evoked the connection the two shared, the same soul that was calling the Evil and Good One together.

Narrowing his eyes some, Cody leaned forward, as well, waiting patiently for his brother to continue on. "What Good One?"

"His name is John."

"John? He told you his name?"

"I asked for it."

"Randy, I swear, if you start fucking this Good One-" Cody started, his crystal-like eyes glowing.

Rolling his eyes, Randy shook his head impatiently, waving off Cody's threat. "Shut the fuck up, Cody. We were going after the same soul."

"You can't …" Cody started off strong, but the second his brother said those words, the younger brother trailed off, his mind quickly going a million miles a minute as he tried to discern what Randy had just said. What he was describing was impossible … "What are you talking about?"

"I know it sounds crazy," Randy said, refocusing his gaze back down to the floor, his fingers grazing over the beautiful green grass. "I feel crazy, but it's true. We both fought over her soul, trying to get her on our side. I eventually won, but … I've never heard of that happening before, Cody."

"Yeah, neither have I," Cody studied his brother for a moment, seeing the confusion and worry in his eyes over the soul and the Good One. He wished he had answers for the man, but he had nothing. The only one who might have the answers was the half Ruler of the Underworld, and that was simply not an option. The only way Randy Orton would go to that demon for help would be when he was on the verge of death, and even then, it was highly doubtful he'd be willing. "What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. A part of me wants to go find this Good One and demand some answers from him. I mean, it's obvious that they are only doing that, because they know how I am and they know how good I am at my job. They want to get in my head and distract me from taking more souls since they're losing."

"That could be the reason."

"Could? Codes, it has to be the reason. This John Cena character is a very good actor and they are using him to distract me," Biting his bottom lip, Randy crossed his arms and glowered at the ground, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation. The one he gave sounded good, but questionable. What else could be the reason?

"Oh, no," Quickly scrambling to a position on his knees, the younger brother immediately put his finger up, intend on shooting down whatever idea it was that was formulating in his brother's head. "You cannot be serious, Randy. You're not doing it!"

"What? You don't even know what I'm about to do!" Randy immediately replied defensively, leaning back in mock shock.

"Don't get cute with me here, Orton," Cody narrowed his eyes as he got to his feet. He took his brother's roll from earlier and started to pace, his feet kicking up dust as he went on his lecture. "The last thing in the world you should be doing is causing trouble! If you go looking for the shit – and by looking, I mean the Good One – then you'll have shit raining down on you, because they are protective bitches. They'll watch each other's back like no man's business. Besides, you-"

He could no longer feel his brother's presence anymore, which meant only one thing … Randy Orton, was already gone.

"Oh, you bitch," Cody didn't even bother turning around, because he knew he would snap and shrivel yet another patch of flowers. He only hoped, as he made his way through a path that was surrounded by flowers and vines of grapes, that his brother knew when to stop, because when trouble was about, Randy Orton attracted it like bees to honey.

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He didn't know why he did it, but when he found himself standing in a crowded street in Paris, France, Randy just found that he was in a fit of rage. Maybe it had something to do with all of the stuff the half Ruler of the Underworld was putting him through, pressuring and stressing him to the point of exhaustion and sheer paranoia, either way, Randy Orton didn't like it and he was intent on it coming to an end. He needed to regain control over the situation – any situation! With that control in mind, The Viper made his way through the crowded streets, looking for the Good One that had been on his mind since the other day, the one that was trying to steal his soul … the one with the dimples and the beautiful blue eyes …

Snarling in annoyance, Randy examined the entire city as he stormed down the bustling streets, knowing deep down that that particular Good One was there. It was only a matter of where. And his intuition paid off, too, because, when The Viper rounded the corner, he could feel the joy and pureness that only a Good One could possess. The targeted man finally turned around when he, too, caught the scent of the tainted and hate-filled Evil. Both men didn't move at all for a moment, but glared and scowled at each other.

"What are you doing here?" John Cena finally asked, dissipating from view of the humans walking around them. He took slow, cautious steps towards the Evil, who didn't move an inch as he drew closer. His curiosity always got the better of him and that, half of the time, was Cena's downfall.

"I had to see you," Randy replied, watching the Good One's every move. He noted the eyebrow raise and the slowness after those five words were spoken. Good. He was making Cena uncomfortable. Before John could say anything – because the look of shock on his face spoke enough to say that he was going to explode with questions – Randy raised his head defiantly and spoke first. "I know what you're doing. The soul that was 'drawn' to the both of us – your little game isn't going to work, because I know the truth," Once again, Cena opened his mouth, but Randy put a hand up, shutting down whatever nonsense that was about to pour through. "We're going to get one thing straight here then we aren't going to see or speak to each other again – I am Desire. I am more powerful than you. Just because your fucking angels aren't doing their jobs properly doesn't mean you and your kind get to change the rules of the game."

His head was now spinning as he listened to the Evil and the accusations that were flying through his lips. Cena had no idea what to make of it, but the longer the Evil spoke, the more agitated he got, and the more he wanted to do anything and everything in his power to shut the damn fool up! He wasn't a violent person, but the more Cena listened, the more he wanted to get rough with The Viper – and that was uncharacteristic of him. Closing the gap between them – that simple action immediately catching the attention of Randy, who went silent seconds afterwards – John glared into the Evil's eyes, his sapphire orbs burning bright with a fire.

"Who in the hell do you think you are?" John demanded, poking Orton in the chest with his finger. The contact made the Evil take a step back, but that didn't stop Cena, especially with the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Taking a step forwards the Good One continued on, not even noticing the fact that their essences were tangling together. "Let me tell you something, Evil. Do not come here and interrupt my saving of a soul to accuse me of stealing one! Who do you think you are! Unlike you, I am not evil and I do not steal! Secondly, I have no idea what you're even talking about!"

"Oh, really," Randy snorted and shook his head, his own finger jabbing in the Good One's chest as he pushed him back. "So you're not aware of the little act you put on yesterday about that soul calling to you? You're not aware of the miserable sports you have on your own side who would just love to see me fail?"

"What are you accusing me of here, Randy?"

"You're a fraud! You're a fake, a phony, a liar. You weren't connected to that soul, just like you aren't connected to that soul over there," Randy emphasized by grabbing John's chin and turning his head in the direction of a beautiful young woman who was sitting by a fountain, talking on her cell-phone.

Normally, Cena would have resulted to violence at this point. He wasn't a big fan of it, but when times called for desperate measures, when his back was against the wall and his front was in pending danger, sometimes he just had no choice but to fight. But this time … he could feel the anger rising, his blood boiling at the touch of the Evil … he could also feel that soul screaming out for him – the very soul Orton was referring to.

He turned his sapphire gaze back to The Viper, allowing the shocked look on his face speak since his words wouldn't. The Evil seemed to process the silent exchange and, after the shock wore off his own face, he narrowed his eyes and pushed the Good One away.

"There you go again!"

"I'm not lying, Orton!" John snapped, his fists clenching at his sides. "I have no fucking idea what the fuck's going on, but clearly this isn't a coincidence! We share a connection."

"We share nothing!" Randy barked back, his icy orbs blazing. "And what kind of a Good One are you! Foul language doesn't suit you well."

"Yeah, well, I guess that's what happens when you associate and hang around a fucking Evil for so long!" John stomped forward, once again not noticing how his blue shimmers intertwined with the black and red shimmers that were emanating from The Viper. "I'm being exposed to tainted, disgusting energy!"

"I will kill you, you son-of-a-bitch, you have no idea!" Randy yelled, he, himself, stepping forward, their bodies so close, it was a wonder they didn't notice at first. All Randy was thinking about was wrapping his thin fingers around Cena's neck and squeezing until the Good One was blue in the face. And that was just him. There was no telling what Cena was thinking and imaging.

"Oh, fuck off!"

The actions that happened directly after was an effect of the two very different energies coming together, incorporating, and creating a very rash, very congenial feeling to slam into the two men, catching them off guard and immediately springing them to life. The Good One grabbed the Evil by the shirt and jerked him forward, their lips slamming together in a heated, voracious kiss.