Title: The Voices

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Angst

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Kane/Randy,?/Randy, Jay/Heath, Phil/Jeff, Wade/Justin

Summary: Randy has been keeping a secret from Adam, and it is threatening to destroy their relationship. What is that secret? And when all is out in the open, will their love survive?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash, Violence, Mpreg

Part: 5/? – Destiny Meets Reality

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Randy raced down the hall as fast as he could, earning himself some confused stares from other members of the roster. But Randy didn't care. In fact, at that moment, he couldn't have cared less about what anyone thought. He ran harder and faster until his feet refused to carry him forward any longer. And it was then that he collapsed, his body stiff and sore, in an unfamiliar hallway somewhere in the arena. His back hit the white-wash wall hard, but he didn't even feel the collision.

He couldn't believe what he had done, what he had promised himself that he would never do. Blue eyes flickered down to his hand. The tanned knuckles were crimson and inflamed. He could only imagine what his poor baby's face must look like. Biting down hard on the inside of his mouth, he pounded his fist into the concrete floor until the already raw knuckles busted and bled. Still, he was oblivious to the ache. It was like the world had faded around him, and only his voice remained. The voice of the man who had broken him…

It hurt to remember, but it was impossible to forget. He still bore the scars, each tangible evidence of the hell that he had endured. And he had promised himself that he would never make someone else feel that way – to feel that fear, that vulnerability, that helplessness. Slowly, he lifted his hand to look at the blood-soaked knuckles. His heart hammered madly in his chest as he inspected the crimson coated skin, his blue eyes hazed over with a mixture of complex emotions. And then, a smile slowly started to form.

And then, it was like something snapped within him. Whatever emotion had once been held in those icy blue eyes drained away like water in a stream, and his face became a blank mask. Quickly, he rose to his feet. He didn't care that the blood continued to pour down his hand and create tiny puddles on the concrete floor. All he could hear was his voice, telling him just how similar they had become. It slowly ate at him from the inside out, until all that remained was a shell. He was broken. He was a monster.

"Adam…" he whispered softly, his voice trembling. Adam would never forgive him, so how could he ever forgive himself?

With a calm, almost frighteningly emotionless face, he started to walk back in the direction that he had come. The only sounds were the occasional hiss of his breath, the tap of his boots on the floor, and the splash as drop after drop of blood coated the concrete floor beside him. He only looked up once, and that was to acknowledge the fact that he passed his locker room. Soft noises could be heard from the inside, but he couldn't make out any words. And then he bowed his head and continued on toward the car park.

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"Randy." Adam muttered, finally coming to his senses. Gently, he detached one arm from around the baby and touched it to his cheek. He winced as black dots danced across his vision. "Shit. What the hell just happened?"

The baby cooed softly in his arms as she finished off her bottle.

Slowly, Adam rose off of the couch and walked over to the mirror to see the full extent of the damage. The instant he beheld his face, his heart sunk in his chest. Almost the entire left cheek was swollen and an ugly purplish color. It was sensitive to the touch, and he could see the imprint of Randy's knuckles on his skin. His heart fluttered in his chest as he grazed his fingers over the mark once more. What the hell had come over Randy to cause him to do this? He wanted to believe that Randy would never hurt him, but now this…

Tears slowly started to streak down his face as he looked about, suddenly finding himself worried about being alone. What if Randy came back, and this time he was even angrier than before? Adam tried to shake the idea off, because he knew that Randy would never intentionally hurt him. But… what was that, if not intentional? Adam turned so that his back was to the wall and slowly slid down until his butt reached the carpeted floor, the baby never leaving his arms. Oh God, he had left Kimberly alone with him!

He found himself tearing at the baby's clothes, frantic to assure himself that her skin was still unblemished underneath. He was not disappointed. The baby's skin was still the same alabaster that it had been before, with not even the smallest speck to suggest otherwise. Tears of relief replaced the tears of anguish for the moment. But then, he started to berate himself. Even if Randy had hurt him, what reason was there for Randy to hurt their baby? Randy loved her so much. However, he loved Adam too, and that hadn't stopped him…

"I don't know what to do, baby." Adam whispered to her softly, stroking her dainty blond hair. "I still love him. Is that wrong, baby? Is it wrong to still love him, even if he hit me?"

Kimberly cooed softly and smiled at him.

"Something's wrong with him. I can see it in his eyes every time I ask if he's keeping something from me. He lied to me… he lied to us. I can't take anymore lies, baby." Adam continued as he rocked her back and forth.

Kimberly babbled, before she reached out and took hold of her dolly.

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" Adam asked continuously, at a loss.

As if offering him a solution for all of his problems, his phone started to ring. Carefully, he lifted the baby off of his lap and set her on the floor over by the couch so that she could roam around as much as she wanted. And then, he pulled over her pink floral diaper bag and started to search for his cell phone (it was so much easier than butt-dialing 911 again…). When he finally found it, he unlocked the screen and looked at the Caller ID. The caller was none other than Jay Reso.

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A little over an hour later, Randy arrived at his destination. He looked up at the super-sized brick mansion in front of him, which belonged to the Bennett family. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he slid out of the car and adjusted his jacket – he had stopped back at the hotel and dressed for the occasion, after all, it wasn't everyday that he went to visit the bastard who had made his life hell. Making sure that the tear tracks were dry on his face, he made his way to the front door and knocked. A voice from inside told someone named 'Rosita' to answer the door.

Seconds later, the door opened and a darling twelve-year-old girl started up at him. Her earthy complexion, mixed with her black hair and smoky blue eyes made it obvious that she was the eldest child of Justin and Stu. "Hello. Can I help you?" Rosita asked sweetly.

"Yeah, I think you can." Randy said. "The name's Randy Orton. I'm an old… friend of your father's. I'd like to have a word with him. I'm sure he'll be more than thrilled to see me."

"But, we were just about to sit down to dinner…" Rosita trailed off, uncertain.

"Rosie, whose at the door?" A voice hollered from inside. Automatically, Randy flinched at the sound of his voice.

Rosita turned in to face the kitchen, before she hollered back, "The man calls himself Randy Orton. He says that he wants a word with you, Daddy."

"I'll be there in a minute!" He answered.

Less than a minute later, Stuart Bennett arrived at the front door. He looked between Randy and Rosita, before he flashed the small child a smile and told her to wait for dinner at the table. And then he turned to Randy. Randy reviled this side of Stu… this loving, compassionate side that he was never allowed to see. He detested the fact that Stu had three children that he loved with Justin, yet he had caused Randy to miscarry their first with his brutal attacks. Once the little child was safely inside, Stu closed the door.

It astonished him that the fear he had once felt for this man had now morphed into contempt. He had been through drug counseling, alcoholics anonymous, and anger management classes… and he got to be normal. But, thanks to him, Randy could never be normal. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box, which contained the ring he had planned to propose to Adam with on their third anniversary. And with that ring, he would have told Adam everything. But that giant step forward had turned into a gargantuan step back.

"What are you -," Stu started to ask, but Randy cut him off.

"Don't bother. I'll make this quick." He threw the ring box at Stu, who barely had time to catch it. "I just wanted to say thank you for making me into a monster. And now that I'm rid of that," he motioned to the box, "I have no regrets."

Stu shook his head. "Randy, I'm so sorry. I know that no amount of 'I'm sorry's' will ever make what I did to you okay, but I still have to say it."

Randy laughed bitterly. "It's okay. I hit him. It's all over now. So don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

"What do you mean, Randy?" Stu asked warily.

Randy just continued to laugh. "Unlike you, I don't feed off of the fear of others. It makes me sick. And I can't stand to look at him and know that I've become you. So, I've decided to end it." Randy fell silent. "It's what you've always wanted, isn't it? You get the picture-perfect ending, and, once again, I get screwed out of everything."

"I never meant to hurt you, Randy." Stu said.

Randy's eyes narrowed. "Had this been five years ago, when I first made the mistake of climbing into bed with you, maybe I would have believed you. But I know better now."

"Randy –,"

"It's over, Stu. Game over. I'm finished. It's done." Randy said. "Why don't you pawn the ring? I'm sure it'll bring home a pretty penny for Justin."

And Stu was left on his porch, holding the box in his hands, remembering the past… and hoping that it wasn't about to repeat itself…

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