I know this sounds quite silly from the title but I need to prove to April that I can just about turn a bowl of soup into something angsty if I want to. So anyway, the food this time is a carrot. You're probably wondering: what has she got up her sleeve this time I wonder? Carrots? Really, Sam? Yes, really! Carrots. Warning to those who like carrots: you might…not look at carrots as appealing anymore after this, XD. No rape has been decided so you can get THAT thought out of your head of WHAT's going to happen to the Wade and what does it have to do with carrots. I choose Wade Barrett because he's generally April's favourite and because he likes carrots. In my mind, he does. XD.
People, I will update. Just wait. I have IB. I don't even have internet half the time and the site is blocked and this is PLUS, that Shaddin's almost always on her phone so she can't update for me. T_T And remember, I don't have RAW on Mondays and I wrote this over a decade ago…(long time ago so I don't know what's going on. Other than now realising that Mr Barrett isn't even on RAW because of the TLC injury D;…or rather, that's what my cousin tells me).
Title: The Barrett Carrot Effect
Rated: +18 – language; dark
Summary: a series of killings have been happening in the country and it seems like with every killing, the victim is closer and closer to Wade than ever before…suffering from NSRED, Wade only eats late at night, and binges on…carrots? Chris/Wade slash.
Genre: Horror/Angst
Chapter One – Broken Bang
-Wade
Beep. Beeepp. Beeeeeep.
I turned around only to groan. Yesterday's restless sleep hung around the air like a mantra, the only movie replaying into my mind as I slipped off the bedside, staring back at the clock. Bloody alarm clock. My muscles felt like they were aching more so than most times, almost as if I'd spent last night using a walrus to bench press. I stood there for a whilst, with my sore muscles pulsing and burning in pain and it felt like any soft movement would cause my entire muscle to tear into place.
"Wade!"
Who was that annoying slug, disturbing me from the vital sleep I need to get back to? If they found me awake, they were going to tag me along to the gym and the last thing I needed now was to look at the gym. Somehow overnight, I went from this muscular man that was full of life into this deadbeat lanky British bloke that looked like he didn't truly own a mirror, nor own a proper nutritious life.
"Wade." Justin Gabriel, whom was slightly different—alright, different—off set, was walking towards me. Black hair sleeked into perfection as I supposedly should expect from Nexus. Out of the ring, we hadn't really bonded—the only type of 'bonding' I received was "breakfast, lunch, dinner" and "extra gym workout sessions with the rest of Nexus" as Vince thought it would be a splendid idea to spend 24 hours with a bunch of blokes that didn't know 4 from 372 at times and who lived at looking at women's asses half the time instead of actually working out. "Darren just told me that he's going off with the others so it's just you and me."
"Ah," I nodded, trying to make it seem like I didn't want to just crawl back into bed for the rest of the days. I was a wrestler, yes, but I was still like any other British person—the only time appropriate in the day would be tea-time…which Justin despised since he called tea "an abomination of all drinks" but it was still good to have company around, even if they were going to stare at you sip tea almost as if you were a rabbit eating a lion. Then moving closer to Justin, I felt a pang of fullness inside of my stomach.
"Eh," I complained delicately, moving towards the fridge to pull out a bottle of Gatorade so they wouldn't complain about me skipping breakfast. Then Justin said something completely out of the blue.
"How is it that I haven't yet to see you eat a proper meal yet you're gaining weight?"
I shrugged and grinned at him. "It's all in the British charm. We do everything backward, haven't you heard? We sleep backward, which means I would neat an afternoon nap and our bodies work backward. The less we eat the more weight we put on."
"Well, start eating, because you look like you're going to explode."
"I am," I said, sighing. It felt like my stomach was full of carbonate and warmth, an uncontrollably full feeling, as if any moment, I was about to give birth to little Wade Barrett…the thought still gave me nightmares but that was just the way I felt. Even though the last meal I recalled was dinner yesterday and that was just a bite of a bologna sandwich and just as I was out of Heath's sight, I chucked the rest of the sandwich into the bin as if it was rubbish. To be honest, I just felt full 24/7…after sleeping and before sleeping. I swung the bottle of Gatorade towards my lips, taking a huge sip out of it before we headed towards the gym.
Any machine just wouldn't do. My stomach churned at the thought of me being in anything but bed but I had to do what I had to do. I was about to start on a few leg curls when Justin told me that my form was wrong and that I looked like I needed a good night's sleep. Justin simply blinked at me. "You're damn weird, you know that? Because I remember that you went to sleep earlier than any of us but you still look tired. Are you sick?"
"No." I said, sighing.
"You are sick, Wade Barrett! You are going to bed right now."
I should reject. I didn't have a fever. I didn't have a cold. I didn't feel sick, apart from the muscle pain and the slight nausea I felt—although that hardly counted. Eating in low amounts of food could be a problem but…he was right. I was gaining a ton of weight…how can one gain weight from malnutrition? Bloody hell, what was the world turning to?
Slipping into bed did me no good because A) I couldn't sleep and B) Heath, being slightly more worried than the rest of us (not that he'd ever admit it), thought to come over here and give me food. Food that I didn't have the appetite for and sit beside me and watch movies. Movies I had no interest in. And when I told him that I wasn't a little child for him to take care of, he simply said that he wasn't taking care of me but he was just checking up on me and this check up took about…well, almost the entire day.
"Go to bed, Heath!" I exclaimed, shooting him a glare.
"But are you sure?"
"…Heath…Slater…if you do not move out of this room right now, I will churn you into butter for toast at tea time. Is that understood?" I snapped at him. It was frustrating having someone in the room acting like you were about to faint any time, and over pampering you. Not that I wasn't a prize…but this was just too much and too far. Even Mr Dashing Cody Rhodes himself would kill Heath for all this attention he was giving.
"…yes." Heath finally said but before he could leave, the TV in the background buzzed a few words that wouldn't be quite forgettable.
"And news just in, 13 year old Philippa Brians was found dead on the outskirts of town. Her stomach was cut open, most likely with a kitchen knife and she seems to have lost a great deal of blood. Police have found out that the body of the girl was found 2 hours after she had been thought to be lost, near Carrefour, around 3 AM…"
"To die near a supermarket at 13 years old by the hands of a fucking bastard," Heath responded, staring at the image of the girl, whose face was quite rosy and happy, and her eyes gleamed a sweet blue colour in the lights. Her brown hair short and cropped, tousled mindlessly as she was held by her Mother. "Really…"
"Carrefour…that's not far from us…" I bit down my lower lip, thinking of how this could happen at such a late hour, where everyone was asleep and droned in drowsiness. "Better have some safety precautions because if you do lose a limb, I don't care; you are doing those extra sit-ups."
Heath laughed softly. "Wade Barrett, you are something."
"Of course I am. I'm Wade Barrett." I watched Heath walk out of the doorway before I shut it. Then I instantly fell into the land of restless sleep. When I woke up at 2 AM, I felt slightly ravenous, almost as if I could eat an entire house despite my usual meal of two bites of a sandwich and a 2L Gatorade…but I fell back to sleep anyway, somehow dreaming of vivid rabbits and leaves. I kept on waking up, feeling fuller and fuller, almost as if the rabbits that were in my dreams were feeding me. By the time I've woken up at 6 AM, I realised one thing: A) I was holding a carrot in my head and B) I was aching all over again.
I threw the carrot near me and looked at it. The taste lingered into my mouth as the cleaner drove over a silver cart of food and luxuries and I rolled my eyes. This was probably Heath's doing. I moved to get the newspaper to read the article about the 13 year old girl and my face fell in full shock.
JUSTIN GABRIEL-PAUL LLOYD JR. FOUND DEAD IN HOTEL ROOM, AS SEEN BY HIS ROOMMATE, HUSKY HARRIS-WINDHAM ROTUNDA OVER 2 HOURS AGO
…bloody Hell…
Shut up. It's suspense. :D
…yes. I know I've got about a dozen over fics going but c'mon, I don't have a Barrett fic.
…okay, I just want to prove April wrong but STILL…XD.
X Sam.