I don't know why I'm so happy today.
But I am.
So let me update.
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Trouble Lurking
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Mike Dasher's eyes burns into John's.
Horror.
Reel.
Pain.
Plaster.
"Mike—"John's eyes register who it really it. It's not Mike Mizanin's. It's Mike Dasher's eyes. The very 'friend' who had called him to meet at the coffee place. The very 'friend' that made this bet with him to be married with John Cena and had changed the details every two days—this Mike.
Right in front of him.
John suddenly puts the pieces together.
This had been their plan all alone. They knew that John will fall in love with Randy Orton. They knew that John will do anything to be with him if he did fall in love with him. They knew that John's fragile around him. They knew and they played him, tricked him into thinking this was just a funny, silly little bet.
It's just not anymore.
Randy's footsteps echo into the forest as he finds John. "Oh, John," Randy's still dizzy from the burial and he just wants to hold onto his John's body and let him rock him to sleep but now, standing in front of John, his heart thuds with horror as he realizes that burns and plasters on John's face. "I-"Randy stops when John seems to be only staring at Mike Dasher's daring eyes.
"Why are you doing this, Mike?" John asks. "You're a freaking jerk, Mike! I swear you deserve to go to Hell!"
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Mike Mizanin's body hears the faint sound of the name 'Mike'.
He walks over to the voice, finally finding John's face.
"You're a freaking jerk, Mike!"
Mike's body pales.
"I swear you deserve to go to Hell!"
Mike's heart sinks into his chest and tears are blurring his vision as he starts to run back into the darkness, aimlessly, with thoughts of horror lacing through his head.
Did John just call him that…?
Did John do that to him on purpose?
Why?
Why does this always happen to him?
Why?
Why doesn't anyone like him?
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Mike Dasher's snicker runs through the air. "It surprised me that you'd take the bet—after all, you love your little toy, don't you?"
John's heart threatens to stop in his chest.
"Your little Randy with all the buttons just inside of him?"
John doesn't think so anymore and he knows it.
But at the mention of it, Randy's body and face pales as he stares at Mike, trying to piece what Mike is saying.
"You took advantage of me!" John exclaims.
Mike Dasher knows this. He knows John's weakness of wanting to befriend just anyone. Even if he's a real jerk. John really knows that. And it's like high school again and everyone's scent's all the same and it feels like standing in the middle of the football field, with sweat running down your face and you wondering if your team's going to forgive you for disappointing them for making them throw the game away.
Though, this time, he knows that he's playing more than just a game. He's playing Randy too hard.
He thinks he broke him too many times.
He knows he broke him too many times.
"And you, John? You're going off to engage Orton only because of a bet?" Randy's eyes twist to look at John's.
"Bet?"
Randy wants to know. He needs to know. "Bet, John?! Are you with me because of a bet?"
John's eyes threaten to burst with tears, hoping that Randy will forgive him but he doesn't know how to forgive himself. Hearing the words, coming from Randy's mouth, it's so painful. Too saddening. "Y-yes," John stutter, brushing his shaky hand towards Randy's face.
That look in Randy's eyes…
It just breaks John on the inside.
It makes the world all crash down to pieces.
That look in Randy's eyes.
Betrayal. Deception.
And he wonders if Randy can trust anyone ever again. And he wonders how hard Randy's heart is bleeding right now.
Randy slaps John, hard enough for his face to redden, and seeing it, Randy doesn't feel any sympathy as he runs off with tears rolling down his face and a bleeding heart left behind and he feels so swallowed off by the pain that's engulfing him and Randy's head explodes and explodes and there's just nothing left as he falls onto his knees and lets the tears fall, so rapidly.
He hears the faint sound of his name.
"Randy! Randy, please! Let me explain!"
Everything.
From those memories, the happiest, most romantic, the best memories of his life, all with John Cena, just flashing into his eyes…
All a lie.
His world's all upside down.
No colors.
No breath.
Nothing.
There's just trouble lurking between the shadows and they're ready to pounce on Randy anytime of any place.
He takes another breath.
He can't breathe anymore.
He feels dead.
Too dead.
He wonders where he is in the world.
It's just so…indescribable.
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Here you go.
Next one? 'Tears'.
Summary: Tears are running from his eyes, a glint of light in the darkness. "I love you," John whispers. "All lies. Get away from me."
All angst.
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