And the next update…:P Also sorta short…
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Expectations
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They didn't think that the Miz of all people was serious.
They really didn't think he'd do it but now staring as Mike's knife went into Travis's throat and blood spewed, hard onto the floor, and Mike watched as Travis fell down, dead on the floor, in a whip of a knife, Mike's knife of all people, and the way his eyes were when he was looking down at Travis. It was so…odd.
"Miz, why?"
Ted should've known he didn't need to ask why. But it's the look in his eyes, the demon that condensed in him, it's not real and it's so horrible and horrid that it's scaring Ted on the inside harder than ever, thinking that Miz might hurt any of his own group but as his eyes soften, Ted sees that the demon's gone.
"He hurt my John," Miz snaps, and his voice's cracked with pain and equipped with horror and sorrow. And all he wants to do is hold onto John's body and cry in his chest, telling him how confused he had been when he killed Travis, about how horrible it was and at the same time, he wants to tell John about how exhilarating it was, for him, to kill another person, to have a person's life hanging in the balance in his hands…about how horrifying it feels to see the blood, to feel it, to be bathed in it…
John Cena's eyes widen slightly, at the blood brushes against Miz's face, seeing it, clinging, dry, so very dry, and so very strong, the scent burns through his nostrils and all that John can do is stare at him. "Miz, you've made this worse…how are we going to get out of here?"
"Miz is right."
Miz, John and Ted's head twist to see Randy Orton standing beside a bed, where Cody lay outstretched with his broken leg and pouty lips and cracked skin, and Randy's eyes look and seem and are determined. "Miz is right. If we're going to get out of here, we need to break the rules. We need to kill them."
Judging from the sound of Randy's voice, he doesn't want anyone to die, even if they do deserve it from what they've done to them.
"What if any of us is in trouble?" Ted asks, with an arched eyebrow. "And Cody, he can't even move, he's a target."
"They can't kill us all at once." Miz reminds Ted. "If we stick together at all times…"
"…then we just might make it through."
"Ted, you stay with Cody." Randy assigns. "Miz, you stay with…"
"Cody and Ted. Cody needs a lot of support. Ted, if we get attacked, I need to make sure Cody's safe while you grab a knife and slay them…" Miz says, flinching slightly at his own plot.
It looks and feels and seems like a horror movie.
They're all so scared on the inside.
"Randy, you stay with John," Miz finishes.
"No way!" Randy exclaims. "I'd rather be killed than spend a minute with him!"
They both look at each other, both of their eyes, solid, so rock solid, and Randy really doesn't care about the condensed pain in John's eyes because he's busy fighting his own agony and tears on the inside and all he wants to do is get out of this mess because he doesn't really want to think of blood and horror and murder.
It's all too confusing.
All so painful.
All so dark.
"Let's start."
Miz grabs onto a knife and places it in his pocket, looking back at them, staring darkly. "What are you waiting for? You want to be killed or something, you idiots?!"
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Next one. 'Stars'.
Summary: John and Randy have an interesting night staring at the stars until they hear the sound of a gunshot.
;) Sam