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Chris Chaos · (02-28-2017)

On the drive home, nobody said a word. Jenny and Bruce were mortified. Sure, Chris didn't kill the boy but he did chop him up. Both of them looked out the window. Chris, who was behind the wheel, was looking straight ahead but not seeing anything. He was deep in thought.

XWF's boy wonder had responded again. That was quick. He got the update on his smartphone. As the promo was playing on the app, the three of them listened. The boy king was tired and clearly he was the desperate one. Every promo, he says the same thing. He was going to win, Chris was going to lose. 5 promos now. 4 of which said the same thing and one of them was just him at the Vatican. Chris knew why he was there......alter boy duty.

But all jokes aside. He had the audacity to call Chris un-creative? Chris had chopped a dead kid up and fed it to the wolves as a goddamn metaphor, and Thaddeus can't even seem to make a different point in any of his promos. Sure, Chris loved driving a point home, but when your point was delusional and stale to begin with, 4 promos worth just got annoying. Sad, actually.

As they drove back into town, seemingly hitting every bump on the way in, Duke's newest promo was ending. That is all this promo was, filler. He really had nothing to say. What he really couldn't believe was that Jenny and Bruce hadn't said a single word for 45 minutes. Hell when Jenny got her mind on something she wouldn't shut the hell up.

Typical woman.

Thaddeus Duke had a fun life though. Playing pretend. Kings, princes, horses, capes and crowns. Playing pretend like a little boy would do. His promo's just didn't seem real. They seemed.......

Just then they hit a particularly big bump/pothole. Jenny and Bruce both flew forward a little. "What the fuck?!" It was the first words she had said since getting back in the car. Part of him wished she had just stayed stayed quiet. Once she got going, she was like a running faucet.

Typical woman.

It didn't take long for Chris to realize that this wasn't just a large pothole.

He tried to move the car, and it whizzed and buzzed. It didn't budge.

Damn.

Chris shoved the shifter down again, slamming on the gas. Stuck, stuck and more stuck.

"I am going to check it out," Chris said as Bruce nodded and Jenny continued to look out the window.

When he got outside the car, however, a sense came over him. Something he hadn't felt in sometime. The hunter was being hunted.

There was a shank, homemade, sticking out of the now deflated tire. It had popped it so quick that the rim was now visible. He bent down, onto one knee, and ran his hand over the hole.[/i] "What the fuck....." he whispered to himself under his breath. They were still a ways from the resort. They were in the middle of nowhere. Now, they had no car.

Just as he was about to stand up, he heard a door open and the car's dinging. Jenny's voice. "NO! hHRRMMPPARHGH! LET ME GOOO!"

Chris popped up. A man, with a ski mask on, had his arms around a kicking and struggling Jenny. Bruce stepped out from the back seat. Another man was on him, and had him at gun point. The first masked man was dragging Jenny towards a van that had popped out of nowhere. The man with the gun to Bruce's head cocked it.

The only thought that went through Chris's mind was, "we are in the middle of nowhere. What the hell is the point of wearing masks?"

God, was he that fucked up?

He knew what he had to do. Talking wasn't going to work. This men probably speakee-no-english anyway. They were smart though. They knew he'd get out and look. Now, if he took a step forward they'd shoot his best friend and manager....but they were dragging his girlfriend/other manager to some windowless van.......

....This is why they tell you not to leave the resort.....

It all came to him in a split second. This was no different than XWF. These men had stacked the deck against Chris. There was nothing he could do. Couldn't take one step forward without taking at least one step back. The chips were down, and now he needed to act. He had survived everything they threw at him....everything life had thrown at him. But as much as his brain raced to fix this situation........one more came to mind.

Blood.

He needed to draw blood. He needed to hurt. He needed to maim. But how......one man had a gun, the other had Jenny half way across the road now, and the van doors were open.

The knife.

Light a bolt of lightening, he grabbed the knife. His ace in the hole.

The man with Bruce yelled something. They both yelled something.

"¡Bajalo! ¡Deja caer el cuchillo!"

Chris couldn't hear, the only word that came to mind was blood.......

"Chris! HELP!" She was basically inside the van! Damnit.

Chris ran, moving with a speed he didn't think he was capable of moving at, and got behind the man with the gun. He stabbed as quick as he could stab, just as a shot rang out.

"¡Bajalo! ¡Deja caer el cuchillo!"

Bruce dropped.

"NO!" Chris yelled, as he turned and stabbed the man in the chest as the two wrestled. He heard a yell from Jenny. He turned his head.....the man had her yoga pants down. Another masked man was here now......he held her arms.

The man was on top of Jenny.....his fly was open and her legs were wrapped around his abdomen. She smashed his back with her fists as he thrust continuously, causing her to move back and forth an inch or more each time. He was raping her.

This is why they said never leave the resort.

He had brought them here. He put her in this situation. He had Bruce killed. All to prove a point. No, he refused to believe that. She had given up her fight. She now bit her lip and just took what was happening. Chris looked between her legs, and he saw blood running. He had ripped her. Blood was dripping onto the hard floor of the van.

...There was a puddle of blood around the head of Bruce....

He had to get Bruce to a hospital. He had to help Jen somehow.

As Chris went to move towards the van.....He had to find a way......he had to win when the odds were against him. He went to move towards her but couldn't feel his legs. He didn't get two steps before realizing he was shot. He fell....looking up all he could see was the mans torso, and Jenny's legs, moving up and down as he drove forward......he tasted blood in his mouth and noticed it was pooling out of his body and mouth.....then....it all went blank.

"Chris?!" Jenny said. "We hit something. Please, go check it out. I don't want to get out of the car here." Chris looked in the rear view. Bruce was fine. He was sweating. What the FUCK had just happened. He got out of the car, peeking down and seeing the knife that hit the tire. But, he would learn from his mistakes. Never does he make the same mistakes twice. He grabbed the knife as he heard the engine of the van pulling up along side............

...........As the van pulled away, the 4 masked men sat tied to each tire of the downed car. They each had blood running down from the faces and necks. The wild dogs were closing in.....as Chris put the van in drive, Jenny and Bruce laughed as he grinned a sick grin---looking down at his stained skin. The blood truly was on his hands........

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