Chapter 6

Adam sighed beginning to get worried. He dialed Chris again.

"Hey it's Chris, Sorry can't come to the Phone right now -"

Adam hung up, dropping his phone running his hands threw his hair in worry and frustration. He dialed Jeff Hardy's number.

"Yeah" His southern tired accented voice answered.

"Jeff i hate to bug you, but i can't think of anyone else to call. I'm worried ... i" Adam sighed pacing nervously.

"Calm down Adam, you need to chillax, take a chill pill, a deep breath maybe and tell me; slowly, what's troublin' ya?" Jeff murmured sitting up, the sheet falling to caress his almost nude body. "Baby, who's on the phone?" Randy Orton; Jeff's Boyfriend asked leaning up on his elbows. "Adam" Jeff answered.

"Jeff I called Chris five times, once he didn't answer, the other four it went straight to voice mail. GOD! Jeff I'm worried about him, ..." Adam broke off into sobs as Jeff threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"Adam baby, I want you to just calm down and think rationally here, maybe consider the fact that Chris fell asleep." Jeff murmured softy to his upset blonde friend.

"No Jeff, Chris is a light sleeper, he'd hear his phone, and he always answers my calls, no matter the time" Adam sniffled on the other end.

Randy; eavesdropping on the conversation, climbed out of bed pulling his jeans and shirt on, grabbing his shoes. "Tell Adam I'll go check Chris' room for 'im" Randy murmured grabbing his jacket and walking out.

"I heard him, tell him I said thank you and when I see him expect a huge smooch" Adam murmured a hint of a smile on his lips, but the over bearing concern for Chris kept him from a full smile. Jeff smiled. "Randy, expect a huge smooch from Adam when you see him" Jeff murmured with a smile as Randy faked gagging sounds.

Jeff chuckled. "Relax Addy, Randy is checkin' on 'im, no worries"

Randy stepped off on Chris' floor, what he saw though, when arrived at Chris' door, worried him. On the floor was Chris' wallet, rental car keys, and his key card was hanging out of the slot in the door, the light on the reader was green. Randy pushed the door open, almost afraid of what he'd find in there.

The room was spotless, save for Chris' bags, the bed spread a little ruffled, but other then that, there was no sign of Chris anywhere. Randy bit his lip, picking up Chris' wallet and Car keys. Setting them on the bed, he exited the room, pulling out the key card and putting it in his pocket for safe keeping.

Randy closed the door, turning around he noticed a door leading to a set of stairs, but even more obvious, a puddle of what looked to be ... blood. More startling then that was the bloody hand prints and blood, looking as if the 'victim' were trying to stand up, but fell, scraping blood down the wall.

Randy shoved the door open, and there as he suspected, was Chris, lying at the bottom of the stair well, covered in blood.

He rushed down the stairs. "Chris!"

"R-randy? W-where's... what ... happened ...?"

"Hold on Chris!" Randy pulled out his cell phone dialing 9 - 1 - 1.

And Chris blacked out again...

End of Chapter 6