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Chapter 11- Betrayal
"You don't believe him, do you?" John asked.
"How else do you explain how he's always able to find him?" HHH answered on Randy's behalf.
"We're his friends! We wouldn't sell him out like that!" Wade responded.
"We shouldn't jump to conclusions. No matter who did it, we're all going to say that we didn't." CM Punk added.
"Randy... I promise you. I promise. I would never do that to you. I know that you might not trust me right now, but I'm your best friend. Jeff could easily just be trying to get into your head." John pleaded, going over to Randy who was standing in a corner by himself.
"But what if he's right?" Randy said, mainly talking to himself instead of John.
"We could debate this forever. We have to focus on getting out of here." Wade said, trying to drop this for now.
"Why so quick to change the subject?" Triple H asked, his voice filled with suspicion.
"Why so quick to accuse?" CM Punk added.
Triple H passed him a dirty look.
"I didn't accuse."
John just rolled his eyes. He knew that Jeff was aiming to get some tension in the room and to have Randy question his friends' intentions and Jeff, like always, got exactly what he wanted. John looked at Randy and saw how confused and hurt he was, physically and mentally.
"Randy, what do you wanna do?" John asked.
Randy felt uncomfortable answering anyones questions at this point. He couldn't help it. What Jeff had told him had really gotten into his head. He thought that he had four friends here, but now he wasn't so sure. Would one of his friends really betray him like that? Would one of them literally put his life in danger, knowing full well that Jeff had every intention of killing him?
"I think that the next time that door opens, one of us hides behind the door and takes the gun from the first person who walks in. We threaten our way out." Randy said, wanting to deal with his lingering thoughts later.
The rest of them just went along with Randy.
"Okay. Who wants to hide?" John said, silently agreeing with Randy about changing the subject.
"Well, I think Jeff would definitely notice if Randy was gone, so he shouldn't." Triple H said.
"Yeah... John too." Wade pointed out.
"Punk. You mind doing it? You're the smallest one, just in case they slam the door open."
Just as John had said that, the handle to the door turned. The four men nodded in Punk's direction and he nodded back. Punk ran behind the door, his fist closed, waiting for whoever opened it.
Jeff waltzed in the room, cocky as ever. He saw through all the strained looks on their faces that he definitely stirred up some tension.
"Oh... did I cause some problems? My bad." Jeff said, sarcastically.
Punk took his moment. He jumped out and clocked Jeff in the head. Jeff fell to the floor and Punk grabbed the gun he had strapped to his waist. Punk quickly stood to the side of Jeff, gun raised.
"Which way out?" Punk said, demanding to know the exit.
Randy, HHH, John, and Wade smiled. It worked! Clark ran in the room, sensing something was amiss. He raised his gun at Punk.
"Drop it." Clark said. Punk kept his gun on Jeff, who stood up and rubbed his head.
"Ow." Jeff said.
"You drop your gun or I'll kill him!" Punk said, the gun still aimed on Jeff.
"Give me your gun." Triple H said, reaching for Clark's gun.
Clark looked at CM Punk, who just looked back at him. Clark touched his gun, still looking at Punk. His gaze then shifted to Jeff who was just standing there, watching the scene take place.
"Give it to me!" Triple H repeated.
Clark didn't make any kind of move to hand over his gun. He just smirked.
"What the... Punk, just shoot him!" John yelled.
"Yeah, Punk, just shoot me." Clark said, sarcastically looking at Punk.
Punk lowered the gun and confusion landed on Randy, John, Wade, and HHH's faces.
"What are you-" Triple H stopped talking at Punk raised the gun and aimed it... at him.
"You?" Wade involuntarily said. No way. This couldn't be happening. John's breath caught in his throat while Randy just looked on in intense shock and anger. How could Punk betray him like this?
"Me." Punk said, smirking.
"Why?" John asked.
"Would you turn down 2 million dollars just to tell someone where someone else was?"
"Yeah I would! If it was my friend and I knew that person who wanted to know where they were was going to kill them!" John argued.
Something clicked. Randy snapped and attacked Punk, throwing left and rights in his face. John, HHH, and Wade just watched, wanting to see Punk hurt after what he'd done.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Randy yelled, continuing to punch Punk.
Jeff called some men in the room and they all pulled Randy off. Punk stood up and held is bleeding nose.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? GET THE HELL OFF!" Randy yelled, finally getting free and wanting to attack Punk again, but four men stood in his way.
"I wanted the money! Don't act like we're best friends, all of a sudden! You never needed me! You had John... or Hunter or Wade! So... I went out and made some new friends and made money all at the same time."
"Are you out of your mind?"
Cm Punk walked a bit closer to Randy, but the four men still divided them.
"In all fairness... I wasn't sure they would kill you."
Randy was about to flip out some more, but HHH spoke first.
"When you were on the phone with him, when he was in the Taxi? You kept him talking so the phone would die on purpose..." HHH said, thinking out loud.
Randy flashed back to that moment as well. So obvious, now that he was thinking about it.
"Guilty." Punk said smiling.
"That's how he told Jeff about the motel. We were at the airport and he said he was going to the bathroom. That's when you told Jeff where Randy was." John said, all of it starting to make sense now.
"Correct." Punk replied again, looking at Randy and at how angry he was.
"Well... this was really REALLY entertaining. But, before I leave, I'm going to need Mr. Punk here to prove his loyalty."
Punk turned around, confused.
"Prove it? I told you exactly where Randy was. I think I've proven myself just fine."
"You're right... you have. Then what I'm about to ask you to do should be no problem." Jeff said.
"What do you want me to do?" Punk said, eyeing Randy, John, HHH, and Wade.
"Shoot him." Jeff said, pointing to Wade.
Wade's heart leapt right to his throat.
"What? No!" John yelled.
Punk lifted the gun.
"Punk, wait! You aren't a killer! Telling them where I am is one thing, but if you do this, you're a murderer! You can still stop all of this, please!" Randy desperately tried to reach Punk.
Punk caught Randy's words and debated for a moment.
"You don't kill him, I'll kill you." Jeff said to Punk.
"Randy... I'm sorry I couldn't-" Wade started.
"NO!" Randy yelled.
Wade fell to the floor and it seemed like the whole world stopped moving. Like time had froze, and none of it was real. Someone had to snap them awake because this had to be a nightmare.
John quickly ran up to Wade, who wasn't moving. His chest was still and his pulse, gone. Gone.
When we're born, we are all born to innocence. So, what is it that makes some of us choose evil and some of us choose good? We are all capable of both, of choosing what drives us, of choosing what we fight for, of choosing if we fight at all. Do we make those choices by ourselves? Are those choices already made for us and we just follow our destinies until we reach the end? No matter the case, you can't hide from who you're meant to be.
You can run far, but fate can find you anywhere.