I like Halloween. The month is dark. Horror movies are released and even if it's not practiced in my religion, I wanna write this a few very dark pieces to some of my friends that truly deserve it. Look out for your name. You might be shocked…or not. XD.

Title: The List
Summary: I made this list and one day, it was all gone. The next day, everyone in the list was just dead…and the last person on the list…Randy…oh damn. What the hell was I supposed to do? Cenaton.
For: Shaddin.

The List

I wish these people would just die sometimes…

1. Mike "The Miz" Mizanin
2. Cody Rhodes
3. Ted DiBiase

Save the best for last…

4. Randy Orton

No one could really see what was wrong in the world.

I did.

I was one of the rare people that knew that the real pain of the world was that when life went so hard, you decided to end it all, suicidal people that just killed themselves to end and relieve the pain and only little of us made it through calm throughout life. I didn't stress out and I chose to make through the pain and agony of daily events. That was just like me. I didn't want to end my life just because a little stress bubbled through my life.

We all did wrong.

But I never expected my wrong to push me to the limit.

There was always a limit to what a mind can do before it blew up into pieces.

There was always a limit to how much a voice can scream before it just can't.

There was always a limit to how much a body could break before it remained broken.

I sped up my speed. Broke myself. As hard as ever. And I couldn't pick up the pieces without hurting myself all the more. I fucked up hard. I had no one having my back at all. I was alone.

All alone.

I didn't belong anywhere.

We all needed to be strong.

To battle.

We all needed to be smart.

Tactic.

I had nothing anymore.

Pushed behind my limit.

Crumpled.

Broken.

I was John Cena.

And I reached my limit.

My breaking point.

I can't take this anymore…

I can't stay here anymore.

The first time I'd seen a kill, I almost died on the inside. I'd stared down in the ring as Mike started to hyperventilate and I could remember how short and sharp those breaths were and how pale his face was and how his blue eyes turned so clear that they looked white and all of a sudden, he started coughing and coughing blood and I was just staring there, wondering what could've done this, every droplet of blood that rose to his throat went to the floor, and his eyes were begging.

"Please…"

He was in the ring and he died there, too.

Mike Mizanin died in front of me. In front of thousands in viewers.

He was gone forever.

No one cared.

But me.

I'm sorry, Mike…

I can't stay in the ring, knowing that his blood had once stained in the ring and he had died there…his life ended there in the ring…

And he was so young.

Mike…

I kept seeing Mike in my dreams.

He was dying. He was lunging for life. He was waiting to be saved.

And I stood there. Frozen. No words coming out of my mouth.

I was horrible.

This was all too horrible.

"Mike…?"

I woke up in the middle of the night, hyperventilating, no words coming out of my mouth as I tried to understand this curse and as I passed by Mike's locker, I opened up his locker and saw only a tiny black bottle of water and next to it, there was a bottle of pills.

Mike killed himself.

I just wouldn't believe it.

And I still can't help but feel guilty.

Mike…?

And there, scrunched in the back of Mike's locker, written in Mike's blood, stained and dry, I love you, Jonathon Cena.

And my heart was about to stop.

He loved me.

I hated him.

Guilty.

That night, as I slept with a teddy bear I was proud to name Mike, I huddled to the bed and my heart was ready to explode and I kept hearing lullabies coming from Mike's lips, making my spine shiver and shake. Lullabies?

"Baby, don't cry… I'll sing this one last song…before I'm gone….baby, don't cry…you're not gonna die… you'll just spread your wings and fly…I'll sing this one last song…before I die…baby, don't cry…"

And I forgot how to fall asleep.

I had a story to tell.

A story of horror.

Mike's death wasn't the last.

It was the first.

And then, I just saw Cody Rhodes walk towards me with a weak smile on his face and then I just heard his scream and when we all rushed to the Legacy locker room, Ted DiBiase had leaned down, tears burning down his eyes as he held Cody's dead body and sobs escaped his throat and I can't handle seeing this anymore. Cody Rhodes. Dead. Very dead. His skin was so dead. His eyes were so shut tight.

He was gone.

My heart thudded so hard throughout the day.

I thought I was going to die too.

And the next day, I just watched Ted DiBiase get run over by a truck.

A battered body in the middle of the road.

Horrifying.

Terrifying.

I can't breathe.

Hard and quick, his body fell and his brains were everywhere and my stomach was ready to throw up and I watched Randy Orton's wide eyes as he held back his tears and just then I realized that he and I were so alike.

Next day, as I passed by the parking lot, I saw that there was stained blood on the road.

He'll never love you again.

I passed by the Legacy locker room, where Cody had died, there was stained blood writing that made my heart flip.

I LOVE YOU! Don't listen to him.

I just didn't understand anything.

The lullabies still haunted me. The blood still followed me. The horror still burned through me. I couldn't breathe. I can't breathe at all. I was breaking into pieces and…I wanted to breathe.

I still can't.

Today was one of the last day I really took a breath.

Love and hate was burning me away.

I just realized…

Mike. Cody. Ted. They were all on my list and some of the others were all crossed out and there was nothing left but…Randy.

Horror reeled through my body.

I ran towards Randy's locker room only to find him picking up his bag and he looked straight at me in confusion and I grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him away from his locker, causing him to shriek in confusion. "What the hell are you doing, Cena?"

"Saving your life…"

"Cena?"

I stopped in my place.

"Mike. Cody. Ted. They were all on my list and they all died and—then—you were the last one on the list and I can't have you dead, right?" I asked him and he stared at me in horror and terror.

"A list?"

We were still in the Legacy locker room when we heard the doors shut tight and the lights went black and we stared into each other's eyes in confusion.

"If you can't love me…you can't love anyone…"

That voice.

Mike's?

It can't be.

When I saw that figure standing there, with a black cloak over his body, taking off the cloak, he exposed his very pale face and those blue eyes and that cracked skin and it was Mike.

My heart was ready to skip a beat.

Our Mike?

How could he do anything like this?

I held onto Randy's wrist. "Why are you doing this, Mike?"

"I love you," Mike snapped, coming forward and his eyes were on me and me only. "And they all loved you. The ones you hated were the ones that loved you. Ted. Cody. Me. Randy. They all love you but I won't let them do this to you! You're mine!"

"Mike…you're dead…" I whispered.

"I chose to be dead. I needed to go out of here. I needed to die." His voice was breaking and cracking and his eyes were tearing up. "Isn't John just perfect, Randy?"

"I hate his fucking guts! I don't know what you're talking about!" Randy's voice was so confident and defiant and I couldn't understand how there could be any emotion other than hate there for me.

Randy…

He was beautiful.

I had to admit this.

He was perfect.

His eyes twinkled. His nose was perfect. His smile was perfect. He was perfect.

Mike had a knife in his hands and he reached in to kill Randy but I couldn't let him and Randy's frozen in his place and I—I—I stood in front of him, the knife inside of my heart, the blood that poured out…

And…

Black.

Where was I…?

What were these colors…?

I looked down to see my own coffin and I looked around to see my Randy standing there, with a fixed face and he still had no emotions and when everyone was gone, his body just broke down and I knew that he reached his limit, too. His tears burning down all too quickly. No words coming out of his mouth.

I saw the gates of Heaven open in front of me.

I wanted to go home.

Back to Randy.

I didn't deserve this life.

I still had no soul. Randy still owned that part of me when I had seen those eyes burn with tears. That he cared.

"Don't let me go, John…"

I stared up at the stars of the world.

Randy was standing there, staring up next to me but he didn't know I was here. He really couldn't see me at all.

The stars echoed our names.

I pressed my lips towards his ear.

"Every star's got its ending…"

He smiled as tears filled his eyes.

"Soon, my darling, very soon, I'll get to hold you."

He was still too frozen in his place. Just us in the room and that was all I hoped it would be. My hand running down his back and he kept on shaking at the coldness of my hand. Very soon, he'll be able to see me. He'll be joining me.

My Randy.

"Baby, don't cry…I'm gonna be here when you die…"

This was…weird? I don't know. I hope you liked this, Shaddin! :D

Next one:

Title: Costumes
Summary: "Smile, Phil," Mark's fingers traced along the ravenette's cheek, and Phil shivered at the sudden warmth that over washed his body. "Why won't you smile for me, my little pixie?" PUNKERTAKER.
For: gameboycjp10, Cody. ;)

X Sam.