Title: I Should Have Done It Anyways

Pairing: The Miz/Justin Gabriel/Heath Slater/Randy Orton

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood and murder.

Author's Note: So I haven't posted anything new in quite some time and last month I wasn't on at all so I decided that for my return I post a new chapter to this story since it hasn't been done in so long.

Chapter 3:

Don't Say Goodbye

Justin POV

I was walking in the woods, all alone, my eyes fixed on something ahead of me. I've been searching it for years. And now it was only 10 feet ahead of me. I don't know what it is, and I don't know what it will do but my feet keep guiding me to it telling me it will help. It seems kinda foolish though. My father was murdered years ago, but yet I still search for revenge on that who would kill such a wonderful man. Especially someone of his age and everything he has done to our village that some cold hearted bastard would kill him in his own living room knowing it was the day of his oldest son's graduation. He was well needed in our family to survive. My younger brother was only 3 years old, he couldn't take care of the house. He couldn't hunt. My mother couldn't do it because she died at my younger brother's birth. My sister couldn't do it since she was still young herself. So who was left to do it? Me. I couldn't leave my brother and sister to live by themselves. No, I would never forgive myself. So I was forced to send them away to get adopted by another family. It was a rule in South Africa that the father must be of 20 years of age and older. Of course I was only 18 and couldn't legally be there guardian. I never say them again, never heard from them again. When I visited for the first time in years during my career in TNA I looked for them, asked everyone I knew where they could be. No one knew. Then I received a letter in the mail saying that their bodies were found in the forest, lifeless, the blood drawn from them. All the bones were broken, they lay in painful angels. The next week my aunt died of breast cancer. The only person left in my family was my 72-year old uncle, and I promised I wouldn't let him go until I knew it was his time. I spent a year in South Africa with my uncle, staying by his side to protect him. But one day, my uncle was asleep and I went outside for some air. I saw one of my old friend Dakota, we talked for about 30 minutes about important things and things I've missed and my adventure traveling around the world. Suddenly there was a loud scream and a thud. I ran for the door and almost collapsed at the sight. The ran over to my uncle.

"Oom. Oom iets sê Jy kan nie laat my nou. Asseblief oom, jou alles wat ek verlaat het. Jy kan nie verlaat nie.(Uncle. Uncle say something you can't leave me. Please, uncle, you are all that I have left. You can't leave)" I whispered, the hot tears running down my face. He had no heartbeat. I couldn't save him. He was gone. Just like that. My entire family was dead. I was the only one. No one would be there for the holidays. No one would be there to celebrate my birthday. No one would be there to remember all the stupid things I did as a child to embarrass me in front of my boyfriend or friends. No. No one. I was all alone. No one would ever be my family. I took my uncle's hand and pressed a small kiss on the fist.

"Vaarwel oom. Ek sal altyd van jou dink. Stuur die familie my liefde in die hemel." ("Goodbye uncle. I will always think about you. Send the family my love in heaven.") I whispered before getting up and walking out.

Now I was chasing after the man who caused me and my family so much torture. I was hunting him down to find answers and to kill him by hand. I would not fail. No. I will not let that happen. Its like I'm Chuck Norris in World Of Warcraft. I can not fail. Its not an option. This is a once in a life time opportunity. And now I was here. A light was in front of me.

"Jong seun, kniel en sê vir my jou naam." ("Young boo, kneel down in front of me and tell me your name".) the light said. I obeyed immediately.

"My naam is Paul James Lloyd Jr. ("My name is Paul James Lloyd Jr.") I said.

"Hoe kan my dienste u help?" ("How can my services help you?") the light asked. It sounded like a female so I assumed that the owner of the voice was of a beautiful young woman.

"Jare gelede het my pa vermoor is, dan is my broer Manuel en suster, Kayla, en die laaste van my hele familie is dood as gevolg van die natuur en die moet hierdie man te vind om te weet hoekom hy dit gedoen het en self dood te maak hele lewe het ek het probeer om hom of haar te 'n stuk terug in my gebroke hart, want daar is niemand in my familie, maar myself en ek is bang dat ek die laaste sal moet dit eens en vir altyd te was 12 friggin 'n jaar en ek is moeg van die wil om te weet hoekom of wat ek dit kan wil ek weet en ek sal vir hulle 'n lewe is net 'n persoonlike wraak, wat net jy kan gee as jy wil, mevrou." ("Years ago my father was murdered, then my brother Manuel and sister Kayla, and last my uncle. My whole family is dead because of nature and this serial killer. I need to find this man to know why he did it and personally kill them. My whole life I have been trying to find him or her. To put a piece back into my broken heart for there is no one left in my family but myself and I'm afraid that I will be the last. I need to settle this once and for all. Its been 12 friggin' years and I'm tired of wanting to know why or wishing I could change it. Now I want to know and I will end their life. Its only a personal revenge that only you can grant if you would, ma'am.") I answered.

"Staan." ("Rise.") the woman voice said. I got up from my knee and stood with my shoulders straight and a serious expression. The light turned into a shape of a beautiful woman. But it was a spirit since it flickered. She had long blonde hair that touched her elbows. Her eyes looked pale blue. She wore a long dress that went to her ankles, it was the kind you would wear to bed. She stood on the ground barefooted.

"My naam is so het Paulus, sê jy dat 'n moord jou familie ja, ek het gehoor van hierdie kan ook toelaat dat jy hom dood te maak nie, maar vir 'n prys." ("My name is Upharine. So Paul, you say that a murder killed your family. And yes I have heard of these cases. I also can allow you to kill him but for a price."). Upharine said.

"Enigiets." ("Anything.") I said without a moment hesitation.

"Jy moet jou eie voordat ek sal jou hart stop, sal jy gee geboorte aan 'n pragtige baba , jy hoef nie jou keuse om voort te kan by diegene wat jy liefhet." ("You must give up your own life. But before I will stop your heart, you will give birth to a beautiful baby boy. Now, you don't have to continue your choice. You can live. Stay with the ones you love.") Upharine said.

"Is dit die enigste opsie?" I asked.

"Ja. Ek is jammer." ("Yes. I'm sorry.") Upharine answered. I gulped. If this was my only chance at revenge and it involves dying. Then so be it.

"Ek sal dit doen." ("I'll do it.") I said.

"PAUL!" I heard someone yell, I knew that was either Mike or Randy. I saw my family's faces flash before my eyes, every moment I spent with Randy, my friends, my career in TNA, my kiss with Mike, and what my future would have been. I collapsed to my knees and I felt something go through my chest. It didn't hit my heart, but it was awfully damn close.

"Ek het dit gedoen omdat jy nie my liefde." ("I did it because you wouldn't love me.") A voice whispered next to me ear.

"Jy seik bastard." ("You sick bastard.") I said, blood gushing out of my mouth. The stranger chuckled. What did he mean I didn't love him? And then I realized it. There was a guy in high school who was so in love with me, but I didn't love him back. His name was…. Chris! I don't remember his last name.

"Al wat ek wou was een nag alleen saam met jou, in my een van hierdie sou gebeur het as jy net sou 'n mooi klein slet is en aan die slaap geraak met in jou familie die lewe sou wees en sou jy nie nou sterf." ("All I wanted was one night alone with you, in my bed. None of this would have happened if you just would of been a nice little slut and slept with me. Everyone in your family would be alive and you wouldn't be dying now.") Chris growled. He took the knife out of my chest and I slumped to the ground.

"Jy het nog een kans." ("You still have one chance.") Chris said and a smirk graced his facial features.

"Ek sal nooit by jou slaap." ("I will never sleep with you.") I hissed.

"Het dit op jou manier." ("Have it your way.") Chris said, shrugged, and walked away. Suddenly a painful wave vibrated through my chest. I screamed in pain and I heard feet shuffle behind me. I was curled into a ball and my hand clamped over the spot that the blood was coming out of. I looked at my hands and saw the pool of blood that was spreading across the ground.

"PAUL!" I heard Mike yell. He was just a couple feet away. It seemed distant though. I started twitching. Suddenly it felt like acid had been poured on me. I screamed again. I hardly heard it as my eyelids started flickering and my heartbeat slowed more and more.

There were voices everywhere, I couldn't make out any of them because everything was moving so fast. But one voice was understandable. So close. I never wanted it to stop talking.

"Paul don't leave me." Heath said. His hand was tight around mine. I felt his hot breath against my skin for he sat so close. I reached my hand up and brushed away his ginger hair. I love his ginger hair.

"I'll leave when you stop being so stupid." I whispered, making sure only he could hear me. He smiled and pressed his lips against my hand.

"Is there something I can do?" Heath asked, I felt his tears brush against my hand as they slid down his face.

"Kiss me." I whispered and he quickly pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back with all my force and passion.

"I love you." Heath whispered.

"I love you too." I whispered. I heard the ambulance in the background, not that it mattered. All that mattered was that I never let go of Heath's hand.

*TBC*