Looks like there's a dark turn in the story.
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Under The Rain
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Under the rain, nothing seems to matter anymore.
John Cena's fingers run down his teddy bear's fur and he lets the tears run down his cheeks. This is routine. This had been routine ever since John had been five years old and he'd known it so well.
He'd spend his time hiding.
And paining and breaking on the inside.
And then…when the rain falls and the skies streak gray, he'd cry, too.
It's always been this way.
Now, he's still broken and he's still destroyed and the tears just fall down but his face's so blank and emotionless and he doesn't know who he's fooling anymore.
You can't even fool yourself.
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Under the rain, Cody's heart shatters.
It's the scent of chocolates and roses and perfect Valentine's Day dates and he remembers it as if it's yesterday.
It's the first time he'd truly fallen in love with Ted DiBiase.
And now, he's scared.
Why doesn't he trust Ted?
But he realizes…
If he can't trust himself, how can he trust others?
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Under the rain, Randy's eyes turn even bluer.
It's the color of oceans.
Seas.
Calmness.
Yet all that Randy Orton really feels is broken.
Broken seas.
Broken dreams.
Shattered calmness.
He doesn't know who he is anymore.
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Under the rain, Mike's body turns pale and fragile.
He remembers snuggling to his tag team partner and he remembers how the pain will always go away just with a kiss on his forehead or a hug and he just wants to tell him that he loves him.
He can't.
Now, the rain just makes him feel hurt.
Knowing that he'd never hear Morrison's ever annoying jokes about how much Miz hates getting drenched.
Now, there's no one to talk about how fragile he is.
No one to make him feel safe.
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Under the rain, the body looks soaked.
Both with rain.
And blood.
The faint scent still never leaves the air, and he knows that as he stares down at his victim. He'd remembered how and why he'd killed him, with what, by what, how much it hurt, and he knows it from the screams how much it really hurt.
It's the knife that he'd stolen from a room—their kitchen or something?—he doesn't really recall and he doesn't really care right now.
The body under him is dead.
Under the rain, everything's all blurry and confusing.
He brings the knife towards him, staring down at the tip of the knife, where he'd driven it from his spine to his head, making the excessive blood flow, watching as his hands had ripped his spine in half.
He bites down his lower lips.
It's all anger.
It's all the rage.
The knife runs deeper through the body. He knows it. And he watches as the body's blood runs towards the floor.
"He-he-hurt…"
He can't even finish the thought as he drops to his knees, letting his tears run down his chest. He'd gone animalistic as he killed him, letting him inhale his last breath before he dies so tragically.
"He hurt him! HE HURT HIM!"
Still, the guilt resides.
He'd taken away a person's life…
Even if it had been Drake's.
Ted's heart thumps.
"I killed him…" he repeats to himself.
Whoa...Ted killed.
That's hot and scary.
Next one? 'Flowers'.
Fluffy. Sorta.
Summary: John gives Randy a bunch of flowers...why does Randy hate flowers though?
Whoa...captivating. :P
;) Sam