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I don't own anything. I should've said that in the beginning of the fic but oh well...
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John walks around the woods.
It's his heart that's pounding and his head's that racing. He's done so much good and it's just crumbled by a bet and he doesn't know how to fix himself up. It's all so messed up and John doesn't even know how to breathe anymore, much less think as he stops in the middle of nowhere and leans down to take a quick breath.
He feels the ground underneath him crack.
And he falls down.
His head hits the back of a rock.
His body's all aching as rocks stab and pierce through his delicate soft skin and all that he feels is ripping pain as his head bangs to the end of this place.
He looks around.
There's a mist.
He can't see anything.
And he can't feel anything but the coldness underneath him.
His stomach twists.
And his head explodes.
And all that he hopes for is that Randy doesn't care at all and he just hopes that Randy still wants him dead as he stares up at the sky, so much mist that he can't even see it and he doesn't want to move.
He's lost.
It's like he's in a different world.
He doesn't know where he is.
And he doesn't think he'll ever go out.
Great. Just great. Cena, what you going to do now?
John stares up at the mist and looks down at the rocky, cold ground underneath him and he puts his head on his knees and starts to shake.
Great. You're being six years old now. What happened when you were six to make you act more mature then?
He wants the voice to go away but it just keeps on nagging and tugging at his thoughts until he thinks that he's going to explode.
"Randy…"
He licks his lips on the inside one more time and he thinks that he can still taste the aftertaste of their first kiss on his lips.
He's just hallucinating and he knows it.
You're going mental now, too?
He lets his head go onto his hair and he threatens to rip out what's left of his hair.
Stop!
He doesn't.
When he hits the floor, he hits the back of his head on the floor, repeating the process every two seconds so that he can bleed because he knows that he deserve to bleed, after what he'd done to Randy, oh…he deserves to bleed…
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Mike's body shakes as he stops to take a rest.
Travis's body comes to view.
Mike forgets about how much pain his muscles feel when he moves and he forgets about how much agony he feels when he tries to breathe and he just jumps up and the jerky movement make Miz's body go into complete and utterly agony as he stares at Travis. The man who he used to do anything for.
"Oh, Mizzy…"
Before Mike can say anything, Travis attacks him.
Throws him towards the tree and kisses him, hard, passionate and hard, and Miz feels his heart tears into pieces because he can't push Travis off. And as he punches Travis in the stomach, Miz feels his hands being pinned and Travis's legs entwining with his as Travis pulls off, licking his lips.
"Mizzy, I love how you get so very angry."
"Get away from me," Miz wants his voice to sound strong but it comes out weak and fragile, like a child's voice. Scared. Months of being here had taught Miz how to do that. He's sorry that he had given them all the information they needed. From where John Cena resides to who Ted likes the most.
But they had threatened to kill him and Morrison.
What was he supposed to do?
Just stay there and watch his lover get killed.
They betrayed him anyways.
And Miz just wishes he had been a little bit more reluctant about it all so that he can at least see John's eyes right now.
His John.
All gone.
Forever.
Travis's hands go towards Mike's hat and he rips it off, letting his hand glide towards Miz's hair as he strokes it.
"What did you all do to John?!"
"Hennigan? He's long gone, baby." Travis says and Miz's eyes widen as his fears are confirmed and he breaks down into tears into Travis's arms as Travis presses him hard onto the tree. "You know what?"
Mike stares at him, letting the sticky tears roll off his cheeks. "W-what?" his voice is cracked hoarse.
"He told me to tell you that he loved you."
Miz's eyes widen.
"He-he did?"
He wants to tell him that he loves him too and that he's sorry for getting him into this mess as Travis throws Miz onto the floor, pressing a boot to his back and Miz stares at the grass, so very motionless.
He loved you.
And Miz had thrown away his chance to be with him…for good.
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Ted goes out to get some wood.
It's been a long night for him and Cody. Cody's gone through it sleeping but Ted's gone through it, thinking, horrified on Cody's behalf, terrified for Randy's behalf, but not really caring about himself as he strides through the forest, looking around through the forest but hearing nothing.
It's become a habit of his.
He'd come here and then look around for any noises or shadows and then he'd go on. And he does this every time he switches trails.
He hears the sound of a twig snapping.
His heart thuds.
"Cody?"
He hopes it's just the boy, scared of being alone, and Ted's known that a long time but the face of the man that steps out of the shadows is the last face that Ted wants to see. Derek. Ted grits his teeth as Derek walks towards him and holds onto Ted's arm, pulling him so that they're eye to eye, face to face.
"Oh, Teddy. Haven't you grown up?"
"Get away from me." Ted says through his gritted teeth as he attempts to walk away but Derek pulls him close and presses his body to his, taking Ted towards the murky, cold and deep lake and Ted's eyes widen with terror as he realizes what Derek wants to do so his struggle stops and he becomes motionless.
Derek leans down and grips onto Ted's body, hard, as he makes Ted look at the water. "What you see, baby?"
"What do you want?" Ted asks as his eyes plead for mercy and compassion and sympathy and Derek presses Ted's body to the ground, so close to the lake so Ted's body's naturally frozen into place.
"Join us, of course."
"Why would I do that?" Ted spits out, acid coming out of his mouth with his words and Derek lets out a laugh.
"Because if you don't, I'll suffocate you. I swear I'll drown you."
Ted stares down at his feet and Derek laughs as he takes Ted into his bulky, tight arms and he's ready to drown Ted inside. He's so very ready. "Deal or no deal?"
"In your dreams!"
Derek sighs as he throws Ted deep inside of the water.
The coldness makes Ted freeze on the inside.
The horror makes Ted stare as the water engulfs him.
"No one to save you, Teddy…" he hears the muffled voice in the water as he drowns and he tries to reach out to the surface…he can't die…Cody needs him.
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Drake's life had been all about the parties and girls and now, his eyes are on one little boy as he walks inside of the empty cabin with Cody staring outside the window and from his eyes, Drake knows what he feels…
Empty.
Alone.
Depressed.
Drake walks towards him and kisses his neck, making Cody freeze in place. "I've never seen a prettier doll, don't you agree?"
Cody's silent.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be screaming in a minute!"
Drake punches Cody hard in his stomach, sending him flying backwards and he falls down onto the floor and agony and desolation and confusion is in Cody's eyes as he stares up at Drake and his heart thuds, once and twice and three times and he doesn't know what to do as Drake grabs onto his arm and presses him down. "Derek has your little Teddybear so I get to have you."
And before Cody can protest, Drake had already given him several punches, making Cody look up in the ceiling.
"Ted…help…"
His voice's so soft and repressed and Drake doesn't really care.
Drake gives him another swing, on his face so Cody feels broken and all messed up on the inside and he stares up at him with begging eyes…
Oh please.
"Ted!"
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Randy Orton needs his medicine.
Bad.
He doesn't want to even risk himself dying. As far as he knows, he wants to die but there's something holding him back and he doesn't want to admit it…
You still love Cena.
It's the inevitable truth that's spiraling through him.
And he doesn't want you to die…
Randy slashes the knife through his wrist.
But he's been playing you, hasn't he?
Randy slashes the knife through his other wrist and lets it drop the floor with its piercing sound as Travis laughs to him, and throws him his bottle of medicine and he looks at it, clutches it as the blood flows out of his wrists.
With a shaky hand, he takes the lid off and takes a pill.
By the time that it takes Randy Orton to go to the cabin, he's finished half of the bottle. He tries to deny it but he knows the truth behind his excuses.
You really want to kill yourself, don't you?
Part of him does.
Part of him doesn't.
And he just doesn't know what to listen to anymore.
Everything's so unknown right now.
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And we got an update.
Next one?
'Sorrow'.
Summary: Derek's group have decided what they want from Legacy, John and Miz…but when it goes too far, how do they cope?
;) Sam