Second City Scares
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shattered_ficsTitle: Second City Scares
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Colt Cabana/OFC & CM Punk/Unnamed Past Relationships
Summary: It's Halloween night and Punk has a surprise for his two best friends that change everything.
Warnings: Cursing & Violence
Length: Long
Word Count: 6,961
Chapter #: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Author's Note: Well it took me over a year but I have finally completed this story! It's not the original vision that I had for this story, but I'm proud of it. Enjoy!
“Who’s got the flashlight” A woman’s voice pierced the dark night.
“I’ve got it,” A deep male’s voice said from some where in front of her. “Damnit Cabana why don’t your flashlights work?”
“You have to hit them,” The second male said. “Some faulty thing going on with them.”
“More like cheap,” The woman giggled.
“Funny,” Cabana said as soon as the light flared on.
The man holding the flashlight pointed it first at the girl, she shielded her eyes against the brightness. Her brown hair was being whipped around her face as the wind started to pick up in the midnight hour. Her wear was for cold weather, sweat pants and an oversized hoodie that obviously belonged to one of the men she was with. Letting the sleeves fall over her hands she covered up her obvious yawn as the light was turned to their companion. He was average build, brown hair cropped short and a smiling face. He wore jeans and a hoody that matched the girls. He had on glasses instead of the usual contacts he liked to wear.
“Give me the other flashlight,” Cabana said to the man holding the flash light. “I think we might need both of this one.”
“Here,” The shadowed man threw his friend the flashlight, after a click and a smack the light shined on the third person.
He was shorter than the man called Cabana and smaller but older and wiser. His blonde hair had hints of black in it as he was letting the dye go. He wore the least amount of clothing out of the two, as if he enjoyed the wind gusts. Under his black short sleeve shirt he had on a white long sleeve. He also wore windbreaker pants that weren’t doing much with blocking out the wind, he shivered.
“What are we doing out here?” The girl asked quietly moving her sleeve covered hands from her mouth as the steam showed as she talked.
“Ask Punk,” Cabana said nodding his head toward the other man. She moved closer to Cabana as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Caley,” Punk said slowly rolling his eyes “You followed us out here.”
“I didn’t want to be left alone,” She said curling herself into Cabana as he looked down at her slowly. “It’s Halloween, full moon and really creepy tonight.”
“Ya Punk what’s the deal?” Cabana asked quickly moving his flash light around the golf course. “I’m usually the one with the wild ideas not you.”
“I was bored and I was skimming the internet the other night,” Punk smirked as he quickly moved his flash light around.
“Oh boy,” Cabana joked as Caley giggled quietly into his side. He smiled down at her as he pulled the hood over her face.
“Hush,” Punk said quickly “Anyways, I was reading up on some ghost lore of the town and I found this really cool place called Bachelors Grove Cemetery-”
“Isn’t that place like off limits?” Cabana asked quickly.
“Colt would you let me finish?” Punk snapped as Cabana nodded quickly. “Yes, it’s really off limits but that’s why we’re on the golf course it leads to the woods which has the trail to the cemetery. There’s some major stuff along the way so I figured this would be a perfect thing for us to do on Halloween.”
“Couldn’t we just have gone to Joe’s party?” Caley asked quietly as Colt smiled down at her. “I mean he always loves to scare me, there it would’ve been less—damaging.”
“Cay you are more than welcome to head right back out to the car and stay there until we get back at dawn,” Punk said simply.
“Are you out of our mind?” She exclaimed “You know how man urban legends were started around these parts? Just what I need is to be thinking about them all at once and having a freak out with no one around. No thank you.”
“Ya you don’t want me hanging above the car while my toes scrape across the roof,” Cabana said nudging her lightly.
“Stop it,” She said her voice cracking as she hit him playfully. “I don’t want to think about anything like that. It’s bad enough I’m out here about to head into the most haunted woods I’ve ever heard of.”
“That’s the spirit,” Punk smiled as he motioned for them to follow him.
Cabana slowly started to follow Punk while Caley stayed rooted in her place. She stared at the retreating form of CM Punk as Cabana tugged on her arm. Shaking her head violently he turned toward her and looked at her seriously.
“Cay,” Cabana said quietly as she looked up at him from under the hood. “Punk’s just being fun tonight, just play along okay? Soon it’ll be morning we’ll be home. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“This doesn’t seem odd to you?” She asked desperately holding tightly onto his hand. “I just—I’ve heard about this place.”
“I have too, urban legends, and local lore it’ll be okay,” He said laughing quietly.
“Scott,” She said quietly as he pulled her close.
“Are you guys coming or what?” Punk yelled from a mile away as he was at the edge of the forest already.
“We’ll be right there,” Cabana yelled to his friend before turning to Caley again. “C’mon it’ll be okay, stick with me, burry your face in my side and
it’ll be all over soon.”
Caley nodded quietly as she held tightly onto Cabana’s hand and followed him toward Punk who was waiting by the edge of the forest. With the dim light of the flash lights they could see the covered up trail. Punk turned around as Cabana stood behind him.
“This is it, no turning back until we get light,” He smirked. “C’mon try not to get separated, these woods are also haunted.”
Colt held onto Caley’s hand tightly as he could hear her breathing deeply, he was surprised that he couldn’t hear her heart. He kept his flash light in front of him on Punks heels not wanting to cause Caley any worry by pointing out anything that could be lurking in the woods. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that she had thrown up her hood so she couldn’t see anything but Punks back in front of them. Colt didn’t want to admit it but he was petrified. A smart crack sounded beside them and all of them stopped in their tracks.
Punk and Cabana flashed their lights around trying to see anything on the edge of the forest. Caley cried slightly as she buried her head in her hoody gripping hard onto Colts arm. Punk started to edge toward the forest.
“Shit Punk what are you doing?” Colt asked quickly.
“That wasn’t a natural sound I want to find out what it was,” He said smirking.
“Are you insane?” Caley said weakly looking up at Punk with a drained face.
“You’re missing the fun here Cay don’t ruin the experience for me,” He said angrily.
“C’mon Punk don’t be like that,” Colt said trying to reason with his friend about doing something stupid.
“You should join me Cabana, if it wasn’t for her you would be all over this, running ahead of me, being fun again,” Punk said rolling his eyes after looking at Cay with disgust.
“Okay that’s enough,” He said slowly “This isn’t the time. We’re in the middle of haunted woods miles on each side before we reach an exit, don’t fight.”
“Can we just move, something is watching us,” Caley said weakly looking for the first time into the woods.
“Baby,” Punk scoffed as he inched closer to the woods.
“Punk don’t, c’mon another couple of miles and we’ll be at the graveyard we don’t need to stall,” Cabana said quickly looking around. “Just c’mon we’ll finish this walk.”
“You just--”
Another loud sound echoed throughout the silent woods, this time from the other side of the path directly behind Caley. She screamed as Cabana quickly grabbed her, pulled her behind him and pointed his flashlight in the direction of the sound. He moved the light all around but couldn’t find out where the sound came from.
“Punk what the hell was that?” He asked quickly turning around, but didn’t see Punk standing where he left him. “Punk! PUNKER!”
“He went into the woods,” Caley said weakly “I can see his flashlight about a mile in.”
“What the hell is he doing?” Cabana said to no one looking into the woods “Punk what are you doing?” He screamed after his friend. “We have to go
after him.”
“Colt please no!” She said desperately “He’s just testing us, if we keep walking he’ll be up there watch him.”
“We have to go into the woods, we have to follow him, you know the stories as well as he does, besides look how deep he is he’s not heading back to the trail anytime soon,” Colt said starting toward the woods.
“Scott!” Caley said grabbed his hand tightly pulling him back. “Please, don’t go in there.”
“Caley, c’mon it’s going to be fine, stay with me, you’ve got an extra flashlight we’ll be completely fine,” He smiled before kissing her lightly.
Caley pulled out the extra flashlight hitting it lightly on her shoe she clicked it on. Gripping tightly onto Cabana’s hand she pulled up her hood and followed him into the dark woods. Punk’s flashlight dimmed in the distance, they didn’t know exactly how far away he was from them or if he was close and the woods were dense. Colt pushed branches and brush out of their way trying to follow the path that they saw Punk’s flashlight head.
“Colt we’re getting no where,” Caley said after a few minutes of silence heading into the woods. “It’s like the light moves but stays the same brightness.”
“I feel like we’re being followed,” Colt said quietly.
“Oh don’t say that please don’t say that,” Caley said hiding her face in his shoulder as they stopped walking. “I’m already freaked out enough as it is, I don’t need anything else added to it.”
“Sorry,” He said quietly pulling her close as he looked around the dense woods. For a split second he could’ve sworn that he saw eyes staring at him from beside a tree near them, but he blinked and they were gone. “Where are we?”
“You don’t know? I don’t know,” Caley groaned into his chest. “There’s gotta be a place we can sit or wait till sun up.”
“That’s not for another four hours,” Colt said looking at his phone.
“So we keep walking or we sit down where we are and wait.” She suggested
“I think I see a clearing up there want to go check that out?” Colt said slowly starting to walk again.
“A clearing?” She asked quickly looking up “That wasn’t there before.”
“You must just not have been looking at it,” He supplied as he started to slowly walk toward it dragging her “It’s not far, c’mon.”
“I don’t like this one bit, this is turning out far worse than I imagined,” She said slowly her voice cracking as they neared the area.
They fell silent as they neared what they thought was a clearing. As they got near what Colt had thought was a clearing was in fact a house.
“Colt!” She said quickly grabbed onto his arm “That’s the house—the phantom house.”
“It disappears once we get near it,” He said quietly “Maybe there’s something behind it, maybe there was a clearing.”
“No please, let’s get out of here I don’t like this feeling,” She said grabbing onto his arm trying to pull him back.
“We can just--”
“Scott!” She screamed as a shadow appeared next to him and before they could shine a light on it Colt was knocked to the ground. He fell with a heavy thud and Caley was shoved to the ground before she could react.
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“Caley,” Colt said groggily, he couldn’t see a thing as his glasses were thrown off of his face in the struggle. He saw a flashlight within reach, grabbing it he searched for his glasses. Finding them a few feet away he reached for them and sat up. “Caley!” He called out her name again. He scanned the area near him with the flashlight and couldn’t find a trace of her. “CALEY!” He screamed out again standing up.
She was no where in sight; he couldn’t have been knocked out for long he didn’t know how she could be gone from him so quickly. Slowly he began to panic, he promised her he wouldn’t let anything happen to her and now she’s missing. Standing up tall he straightened his glasses and struggled his way through the brush, there had to be a clearing some where and Caley had to be near. His mind suddenly went to Punk, his actions, his feelings towards
Caley. Why didn’t he think of it before? Colt started to run through the
woods.
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Caley woke up and her eyes were still fogged over. Blinking and shaking her head she was able to see a little. It was pitch black so she could only see a foot in front of her. She tried to move but realized her hands were bound behind her. She tried to scream but the sound was muffled. Struggling she heard a laugh some where in front of her.
“Don’t even try it,” The voice said still laughing “I tied you very tightly to that tree, there is no way you can get out.” She screamed into the gag again as her captor laughed once again. “You’re making this worse than it already is. Now there is no need to do that.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she continued to struggle. She didn’t know where she was, who she was talking too, or if Colt was near her or not. She needed him; he promised nothing would happen to her. She cried again the tears streaming down her cheeks as her captor laughed at her again, shining a bright light in her face.
“Are you crying? You’re so pathetic,” The deep voice scoffed keeping the light in her eyes blinding her so she couldn’t see him. “Do you miss him? I bet you do, he’ll never find you, and I’m counting on it. No one will ever know where you will be, it’s almost perfect.”
She heard the crunching of the leaves and knew the person was walking toward her. But she still couldn’t see, the light shined too brightly in her eyes. A cloth was put over her eyes and tied to tight that her ears throbbed. She could feel them standing right in front of her, quick hot breaths on her face.
“I don’t need you to see what I’m going to do for you, I don’t want you fainting on me,” She heard them laugh and slowly walk away.
Caley was alone, she heard the laughter die off and the crunching grew softer. She struggled against her tight bonds. The rope cut her skin as she tried to slide it off. In her struggles her arms were cut and rubbed sore from the rough bark of the tree. Sobbing she sat down quietly on the cold grass. It was hopeless, she didn’t know where she was, who she was with or if Colt even realized she was missing yet.
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He stumbled but picked himself up quickly. Colt ran through the woods pushing branches out of his way he tried to run as fast as his lungs would allow him, but the cold air was slowing him down. He wasn’t sure where he was headed, but it felt like the general direction of the graveyard. The trees were getting less dense and he felt a sense of dread around him. He stopped running and clutched the stitch in his side as he used his flash light to look around. To his left he saw a faint light, he knew it wasn’t the farmhouse because it had never been seen this close to the graveyard. Taking a deep breath he trudged through the trees straight toward the light.
Running as fast as his legs could carry him he was getting closer. Looking wildly around him he spotted a chain link fence behind some brush, shining his light past it he saw half a dozen broken tombstones. He knew he had finally made it to the graveyard, and he hoped that this is where Punk had taken her. If it wasn’t, he couldn’t even imagine where else he would take her. Keeping his flashlight on he put it between his teeth and began to climb. The fence seemed never ending as he struggled to keep his footing, the small holes not even big enough for the tips of his sneakers. Reaching the top he threw his flashlight down to the ground. Slipping over he fell to the ground landing oddly on his ankle. He struggled to get up, grabbing at the chain link fence for support he hobbled his way toward the light.
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“Did you miss me?” The voice asked after what felt like hours of silence. “Of course you didn’t, silly me, why would I be thinking such a thing?” Caley heard something fall with a hard thud close by she turned her head toward the direction of the sound “Oh yes, I’m going to enjoy this—oh this is so good. You have no idea how long I’ve planned this, months, hell probably even years without realizing it.” She felt the quick hot breaths of her captor and knew they were kneeling right next to her. She felt something cold slide down her face and her gag was taken out. “You took everything away from me, and you probably didn’t even realize it. Which is what makes this even better.”
“I don’t even know you!” She sobbed quietly turning her head in the direction of the hot breaths. Light fingers trailed down her throat causing her to shake. “Why are you doing this? Please I don’t know you!”
“You don’t know me?” They laughed as Caley felt the cold object on her throat. “Of course you know me. Probably better than you know yourself.”
“Punk--” She guessed her voice cracking.
“You just cheapened the experience,” He huffed, she felt like he was moving away from her. “Oh well, this might make it a little bit better actually.”
“P-Punk, please what’s going on? Is this a joke?” She asked trying to laugh but her voice cracked instead.
“I wish this was a joke Cals, but you see this can’t be a joke.” Punk said seriously.
He was kneeling in front of her once again, taking the knife from his pocket he ran it across her cheek. Dull side facing down, he didn’t want to her hurt just yet. Her blindfold was covered in her tears and he reveled in that fact. Punk wanted to cause as much pain to her as she had caused to him over the years. He knew this would take the better part of the night. He smirked as he turned the knife around and brought it down to her shirt.
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Cabana sat silently on a broken grave. He quickly stripped off his shoe and examined his ankle. It was sprained; he could already see it swelling up in the dull light of his flashlight. Taking a deep breath he looked in the direction of the light. It seemed just as far away as when he fell from the fence. He was starting to lose hope of finding her. It was already three in the morning; he had four hours before the sun was up. By then it would be too late.
Struggling he pulled back on his shoe and tied it as tight as his foot would allow. He got to his feet, the first few steps were unsteady but the thought of Caley pushed him on. He had to stop Punk, because he knew once Punk got something in mind it would take a whole army to stop him.
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“Punk STOP!” Caley screamed as he forcefully pulled her up to a standing position, while having her still tied to the tree. Her arms had already been rubbed raw from trying to get away and he was making it worse by handling her to stand up. Her hoody was already torn to shreds that was the first thing to go, it was Cabanas and she had no right to wear it. She screamed and cried as he jabbed her with the knife in the process of cutting off the hoody. Her shirt was covered in strips of blood, her blood.
“Why? Why should I? Give me one reason!” He screamed into her face, she tried to recoil the best she could. “You have no reason, while I have all the reason in the world.”
“He’ll find me,” She said quickly hoping it would stall him from what ever he was planning. “You know he will.”
“I’m hoping he will actually,” He said looking at the knife longingly, before running it down her cheek cutting her lightly while cutting off the blindfold. “That would make all of this even better.”
“Punk please,” She said her tears now mixing with her blood. “You—you don’t have to do this! You know I love you! Please stop!”
“Shut up!” He screamed slashing the knife at her cutting her across her chest, she screamed out in pain as the blade sliced her skin. “Just shut up! I should’ve left that gag on you.”
“Why are you doing this? Punk!" She pleaded as he glared at her. He quickly jabbed the knife at her, having it land in the tree next to her ear. She stared wide eyed at the knife as Punk leaned in closer to her.
"Why?" He laughed in her face "How oblivious are you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," She pleaded looking away from the knife directly into his eyes "I haven't done anything to you!"
"Oh how you are wrong, oh so wrong," He mocked taking the knife out of the tree leaning back.
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"CALEY!" Colt screamed into the darkness as he continued to limp through the graveyard. He was reaching the end, and he hadn't found them. He knew this place wasn't all that big. A sinking feeling appeared in his stomach when he realized that they might not even be in the graveyard. This could've been a trap all along, to get him into the graveyard and have her far away from him and not get to her in time. "Caley!" He screamed desperately into the dark night. His heart started to race when he came in view of the other end of the graveyard, a fence marked it off from the other half of the woods. He clung to it holding himself upright. He had half a mind to give up, he could never win over Punk he knew that much. Hanging his head he closed his eyes and took a deep breath "Cals, I failed you. I'm sorry." A scream pierced the night as his head shot up. Cabana wasn't sure if it was her, sliding the flashlight into his back pocket he started his climb over the fence.
This time he landed perfectly on his feet, just enough weight placed between them that his other foot didn’t collapse under him. He steadied himself on the fence for a few seconds trying to acclimate to his surroundings. He still saw broken gravestones but he wasn’t sure where exactly he was. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glint of light, it was just north of him, but the light was pointing to the west.
“This better not be that damn farm house again,” Cabana grumbled as he stumbled along toward the light.
Ignoring the throbbing in his ankle he ran to the light, he stopped a few yards away as he stared at the car parked in the woods. It wasn't running, but it's headlights where on. Flashing his flash light into the drivers side window he recognized the car instantly. "You son of a bitch," He cursed loudly. They had taken Cabana's car because Punk claimed his was in the shop. It had been parked here all along, hiding his gadgets or what ever he was going to use on her. Cabana looked into the woods as he heard another scream. His heart raced as he ran into the woods with renewed hope.
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Caley hung limply from the tree and her bonds, over the past half an hour Punk toyed with her, mocked her and cut into her skin knowing he would scar her for life. He smirked as he leaned back and enjoyed his handiwork. He still had a few more hours to enjoy her like this before he completely disposed of her. Slowly she stirred and he laughed quietly before kneeling and going into his bag of toys again.
Cabana pushed branches and debris out of his way as he followed the car’s headlights deep into the woods. He didn’t need his flashlight to see, but he hadn’t heard a scream in a long time and that scared him, he knew what Punk was capable of, he just hoped he wasn’t to late. Almost breathing a sigh of relief he saw the edge of the forest. Leaning against a tree he spotted Punk crouching down low behind some headstones. His eyes scanned for Caley and his heart dropped as he saw her tied slumping against her bonds. In the dim light he could see she was covered in blood. Clenching his teeth he let out a small growl, how could their best friend do this to them?
“I’m going to kill you,” Cabana said under his breath as he saw his former friend start to stand up. He knew this was his chance.
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Punk knew he was there before he moved, he had tested it before, getting one of their other friends to stand in that exact spot, and a few others, along the clearing with the headlights blaring in the direction. His shadow was the darkest of black against the trees. He smiled, slowly he started to move his knife hidden up his sleeve. Already regretting what he had to do to Cabana’s face he waited. Standing up he braced himself for the impact that was harder than he thought it would be, when Cabana was determined he was as strong as a person could be.
Cabana clung to Punk’s back trying to take him down but it wasn’t working, he felt a sharp jab in his tight as he moved again. Punk turned quickly around, he could see the maniacal look in his eye and his smirk as he was falling to the ground, the knife flashed against the dim light and hot fire went across Cabana’s cheek almost from the corner of his mouth to his ear. Screaming in pain he fell to the ground.
“Oh Colt,” Punk sighed throwing the knife beside his best friend. He his hand ran lightly down the uncut side as Colt flinched against his touch. “It had to come down to this. But don’t worry, it’s almost over. So my friend.” Standing up he kicked Cabana in the side of the head and Colt blacked out.
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“Colt! Please wake up! Scott c’mon!” Caley said struggling against her bonds. Punk had left them alone for some reason, and as soon as she had woken up she noticed her boyfriend tied to the headstone directly in front of her. She could see his shirt was covered in his own blood from the cut deep on his cheek. “Please, I need you!” Caley cried, she was beyond exhausted and wanted more than anything for this to all end. “Colt.” She said quietly her voice now strained and raw, as the tears silently fell down her blood stained cheeks.
“Caley,” Cabana said groggily as his head lolled from one shoulder to another. As his right cheek touched his shirt, it stung him awake. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust but he could just make out Caley in front of him, still tied to the tree and very much alive. “Caley! What has he done? Are you okay?”
“No I’m not okay,” She said hoarsely, with a little hint of sarcasm in her voice. “He’s just kept me tied to the tree, but I’ve got cuts all over. It hurts Colt.”
“Don’t worry I’m going to get us out of here,” He said as he began to struggle with his bonds.
“It’s no use,” Caley said slowly “I’ve been trying for hours. The only thing I’ve accomplished is losing half the skin on my forearms.”
“I’m sorry I got you into this Cals,” Cabana said quietly.
“You didn’t know your best friend would go psycho and plan this elaborate plot to kidnap and possible kill me,” Cal said as seriously as she could.
“No,” Cabana said slowly shaking his head “But I knew for a while that Punk had a problem with you for what ever reason. I’m an idiot, I should’ve dropped you off at Joe’s, even he knew something was up.”
“But you wouldn’t leave me alone,” She said managing a weak smile.
“I totally used that against you two for tonight,” They both turned their heads quickly and saw Punk standing a few feet from them with a lantern in his hands, he was smirking. “I knew that you would never leave her alone with Joe, it was so simple to plan this out. I’m almost amazed at how easy it was.”
“What the hell Punk!” Colt said trying to struggle against his bonds.
“Yeah you’re going to find you can’t really move.” Punk laughed quietly moving closer “See what I did was I tied your hands with cable, then I basically chained that to the ground. Trying getting out now Cabana.”
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked as he stopped struggling. Punk lightly placed the lantern in the place between Cabana and Caley. Colt could see clearly just how much Punk had hurt her in the time they were separated. The hoody he had given her lay in shreds around her, her white shirt was lined with blood. Where the shirt was cut the most he could see a huge gash across her stomach. He swallowed hard as her looked at her face, her cheeks were tear stained and mixed with blood, she had a few shallow cuts on her cheeks. “Why did you do this?”
“To get her away from you of course,” Punk said taking at seat next to Cabana, who recoiled away from his former friend. Grinning he threw an arm around Cabana’s shoulders pulling him close “You see, you never realized what she was doing to you. Oh but I did all along! You haven’t been the same person since you met her. You changed.”
“That’s what happens in life Punk people change,” Caley said through gritted teeth.
“Shut up,” He growled throwing a piece of a broken headstone at her head. Luckily she moved and the stone thudded into the tree right where her head had been.
“Punk please, just let her go, let her be okay don’t do this,” Colt said turning his head towards Punk, he could see the gleam in his eyes, the smirk on his lips and knew full well that Punk had total control of this situation.
“Oh but it’s not that easy Cabana,” Punk said smirking as he hit Colt hard on the shoulder before pushing himself off the ground. He dusted off his pants and looked between the couple. He slowly stalked over to Caley, crouching down beside her she flinched away from him. Grabbing her cheeks roughly he forced her to look across toward Cabana. “I’m going to continue where we left off sweetheart, now don’t forget it’s a show now so act the part and maybe I’ll make it quick on you.”
“Go to hell,” Caley said spitting in his face.
“Caley!” Colt yelled at Punk struck her hard across the face, she sagged against her bonds as he struggled against his. “Leave her alone!”
“Let the show begin,” Punk laughed as he reached down to pick up his discarded knife. Caley flinched away from him as he stalked around the tree thinking of what he could do to her now that he had an audience, so many things were running through his head. Each thought more sinister than the next. He stopped short as he looked up at Cabana his eyes were screwed shut looking away from the scene before him. Punk glared at him and ran up to him holding the knife to his uncut cheek. “Open your fucking eyes, you are going to watch this.”
“Please Punk,” Cabana pleaded opening his eyes holding back a strong wave of emotion “I will do anything! Just don’t stop this Punk c’mon this isn’t you.”
“We all change,” Punk said nostalgically studying his knife and the dried blood on it. “I have just gone more of a maniacal route, you must’ve known I’ve got a anger streak in me.”
“An anger streak to kill people?” Cabana questioned as he looked over at Caley, she looked like she was unconscious. She sagged helplessly against her bonds and she was barely breathing.
“Gotta do, what I gotta do,” Punk said shrugging.
“Please, Punk, just let her be. You don’t want to do this,” Cabana pleased.
“Of course I want to do this, you have no idea how good this feels Colt. Every cut I make is a rush going through my body, it’s exhilarating!” Punk smirked. “Besides, it gets us to get together once again.”
“We’re best friends Punk, stop making it seem like it’s more,” Colt said carefully.
“I’m not,” Punk snapped “You left me for her! I can’t get a moment alone with you, we can’t do best friend things. She is always tagging around with you.”
“What? For years I had to deal with your girlfriends tagging around, always showing up, even when we’re wrestling doing our work they were there! You didn’t see me get all psycho on you and one of them did you?” He said laughing loudly. “So when the shoe is on the other foot you freak out, I can’t have someone with me but you can?”
“You’re the one who is supposed to be alone not me!” Punk yelled as he leaned down in front of his friend. “Either I get the girl, or we’re both alone.”
“I get it, so this is all because you didn’t get Caley,” Cabana said slowly.
“In a way,” Punk shrugged. “But it’s beyond that now.”
“You just wanted to fuck her didn’t you?” He asked smirking, he was glad that Caley was unconscious, so she couldn’t that they were discussing her like a slab of meat. “That’s what this whole thing is about, she ignored you.”
“You can look at it that way,” Punk laughed quietly kneeling down in front of Cabana. “We’re getting off topic here.”
“No we’re not!” Cabana said rearing his head back and as hard as he could head butted his friend. His eyes blacked over for a few seconds before he was able to clear his head. As his head finally cleared he scanned the ground for Punk. He was laying unconscious next to him, the knife had dropped from his hand and it lay at Cabana’s feet. Trying to kick the knife toward him he ended up kicking it farther away from him. He hung his head and tried to figure out what to do.
“Colt,” Caley said quietly as she started to wake up “What’s going on?”
“Shh!” He almost hissed, as he struggled against his chains. “I knocked him out, I’m going to get us out of here.”
“Cabana please, just let this happen,” She begged worried that Punk would wake up any second.
“I got him good baby, just let me do this,” Colt said slowly as he wrapped his arms around in the cable getting them as tight as he could. Biting down hard on his lip he began to pull against the chain. After a few minutes of working it he finally pulled free hearing his shoulder pop in the process. He groaned as his arms slacked, standing up slowly his used his dislocated shoulder to his advantage as he wiggled out of his bonds.
“Colt,” Caley said quietly relieved. Slowly he walked toward the knife were it lay discarded on the ground. “God Colt get me out of here!”
“Hold on,” He gasped as he gripped the knife with his left hand. Walking toward her slowly he forgot his already hurt ankle and cut the rope from her hands. She fell willingly into his arms. “I got you,” He said quietly cradling her against his chest. “Calm down we’ll get out of here.”
“I don’t think so,” Punk said getting up from his spot on the ground lunging at them.
Caley screamed as Cabana threw her away from them. They crashed into the tree as she watched in horror. Looking around her she tried to find something that would get Punk off of him. Finally she spotted the piece of gravestone Punk had thrown at her earlier. Picking it up she slowly walked behind the struggling duo, when Punk had wrapped his hands around Colts throat she smashed the stone across the back of his head cracking the gravestone in two.
Breathing heavily Cabana slowly slid down the tree staring at his best friend as he lay motionless next to him. Caley stood staring at were the fighting had just been, she shook uncontrollably before breaking out into sobs. Standing up quickly Colt wrapped his good arm around her and hugged her tightly.
“What are we going to do?” She asked after a few moments of silence.
“I’m not sure,” He said slowly looking around “We’ve still got some time before the sun rises.”
“Let’s just tie him up and leave him,” Caley said spitefully breaking away from his arms.
“Don’t think there is any extra rope,” Cabana said mostly to himself as Caley laughed and slowly moved away from Punk who looked like he was beginning to stir. Quickly he looked through the bag that lay a few headstones away and found some extra cable.
Roughing he picked up Punk and slammed him against the tree in a standing position. He tied the cable around his torso before using the cable from his own hands to tie up Punks. Quietly he waited for Punk to regain consciousness again, it was payback time.
Punk woke up with a laugh that made Colt’s blood boil. He stared quietly at his friend as he was fully waking up from his unconscious state. Stalking in front of him he waited the few minutes it took before Punk was able to say something.
“It’s not over,” He muttered between his laughing. “I’ll find a way! When I’m set in something I’ll never stop. You know me, you know it’s true.”
Cabana’s eyes flashed as he looked at Punk staring at him defiantly from his position tied to the tree. Breathing deeply through his nose he tried to control the anger that was currently coursing it’s way through his body like a drug. He turned slowly toward Caley who was clutching to a grave stone just out of the lights range as his heart was in his throat. Looking down he picked up the knife that was currently laying at his feet. Turning the knife in his fingers he smiled looking up at Punk. Letting out a yell he lunged the knife at Punk.
“Caley,” Colt said breathlessly as he looked at her, unmoving from her spot sitting on a gravestone staring at the tree in front of her. “Sweetie it’s over.” He slowly picked her up in his arms and began to lead them out of the woods.
As the woods began to clear he saw the main graveyard, breathing a sigh of relief he looked down a Caley. She was out cold, he couldn’t tell if it was from exhaustion or from something else but he knew he had to get her some help and fast. As he was approaching the main gate a car pulled up with it’s headlights blaring directly at them. He couldn’t shield his eyes so he squinted against the brightness.
“Colt? Caley?” A familiar and welcoming voice called to them.
“Joe, what are you doing here?” He asked confused.
“Long story,” Joe said rushing up to them once he realized how badly they
were hurt “Punk called me and told me to come to this graveyard at this time. He wouldn’t tell me why but I had a feeling it was bad. What happened?”
“Nothing,” Colt said sternly as he slowly walked past his friend.
“Where’s Punk?”
“Taken care of,” He said walking off.
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Joe pushed his way through the brush, there was a decent pathway that he could follow in the dim morning light. Cabana would give him no information as to what happened but his gut was telling him it was something bad. Finally he came to some sort of a clearing with random gravestones scattered about. He could see the dying light of a lantern in the car corner. Slowly walking toward the light he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. CM Punk tied to a tree with a knife right beside his head.
Rating: R
Pairing/Character(s): Colt Cabana/OFC & CM Punk/Unnamed Past Relationships
Summary: It's Halloween night and Punk has a surprise for his two best friends that change everything.
Warnings: Cursing & Violence
Length: Long
Word Count: 6,961
Chapter #: (1/1)
WIP or Complete: Complete
Author's Note: Well it took me over a year but I have finally completed this story! It's not the original vision that I had for this story, but I'm proud of it. Enjoy!
“Who’s got the flashlight” A woman’s voice pierced the dark night.
“I’ve got it,” A deep male’s voice said from some where in front of her. “Damnit Cabana why don’t your flashlights work?”
“You have to hit them,” The second male said. “Some faulty thing going on with them.”
“More like cheap,” The woman giggled.
“Funny,” Cabana said as soon as the light flared on.
The man holding the flashlight pointed it first at the girl, she shielded her eyes against the brightness. Her brown hair was being whipped around her face as the wind started to pick up in the midnight hour. Her wear was for cold weather, sweat pants and an oversized hoodie that obviously belonged to one of the men she was with. Letting the sleeves fall over her hands she covered up her obvious yawn as the light was turned to their companion. He was average build, brown hair cropped short and a smiling face. He wore jeans and a hoody that matched the girls. He had on glasses instead of the usual contacts he liked to wear.
“Give me the other flashlight,” Cabana said to the man holding the flash light. “I think we might need both of this one.”
“Here,” The shadowed man threw his friend the flashlight, after a click and a smack the light shined on the third person.
He was shorter than the man called Cabana and smaller but older and wiser. His blonde hair had hints of black in it as he was letting the dye go. He wore the least amount of clothing out of the two, as if he enjoyed the wind gusts. Under his black short sleeve shirt he had on a white long sleeve. He also wore windbreaker pants that weren’t doing much with blocking out the wind, he shivered.
“What are we doing out here?” The girl asked quietly moving her sleeve covered hands from her mouth as the steam showed as she talked.
“Ask Punk,” Cabana said nodding his head toward the other man. She moved closer to Cabana as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
“Caley,” Punk said slowly rolling his eyes “You followed us out here.”
“I didn’t want to be left alone,” She said curling herself into Cabana as he looked down at her slowly. “It’s Halloween, full moon and really creepy tonight.”
“Ya Punk what’s the deal?” Cabana asked quickly moving his flash light around the golf course. “I’m usually the one with the wild ideas not you.”
“I was bored and I was skimming the internet the other night,” Punk smirked as he quickly moved his flash light around.
“Oh boy,” Cabana joked as Caley giggled quietly into his side. He smiled down at her as he pulled the hood over her face.
“Hush,” Punk said quickly “Anyways, I was reading up on some ghost lore of the town and I found this really cool place called Bachelors Grove Cemetery-”
“Isn’t that place like off limits?” Cabana asked quickly.
“Colt would you let me finish?” Punk snapped as Cabana nodded quickly. “Yes, it’s really off limits but that’s why we’re on the golf course it leads to the woods which has the trail to the cemetery. There’s some major stuff along the way so I figured this would be a perfect thing for us to do on Halloween.”
“Couldn’t we just have gone to Joe’s party?” Caley asked quietly as Colt smiled down at her. “I mean he always loves to scare me, there it would’ve been less—damaging.”
“Cay you are more than welcome to head right back out to the car and stay there until we get back at dawn,” Punk said simply.
“Are you out of our mind?” She exclaimed “You know how man urban legends were started around these parts? Just what I need is to be thinking about them all at once and having a freak out with no one around. No thank you.”
“Ya you don’t want me hanging above the car while my toes scrape across the roof,” Cabana said nudging her lightly.
“Stop it,” She said her voice cracking as she hit him playfully. “I don’t want to think about anything like that. It’s bad enough I’m out here about to head into the most haunted woods I’ve ever heard of.”
“That’s the spirit,” Punk smiled as he motioned for them to follow him.
Cabana slowly started to follow Punk while Caley stayed rooted in her place. She stared at the retreating form of CM Punk as Cabana tugged on her arm. Shaking her head violently he turned toward her and looked at her seriously.
“Cay,” Cabana said quietly as she looked up at him from under the hood. “Punk’s just being fun tonight, just play along okay? Soon it’ll be morning we’ll be home. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“This doesn’t seem odd to you?” She asked desperately holding tightly onto his hand. “I just—I’ve heard about this place.”
“I have too, urban legends, and local lore it’ll be okay,” He said laughing quietly.
“Scott,” She said quietly as he pulled her close.
“Are you guys coming or what?” Punk yelled from a mile away as he was at the edge of the forest already.
“We’ll be right there,” Cabana yelled to his friend before turning to Caley again. “C’mon it’ll be okay, stick with me, burry your face in my side and
it’ll be all over soon.”
Caley nodded quietly as she held tightly onto Cabana’s hand and followed him toward Punk who was waiting by the edge of the forest. With the dim light of the flash lights they could see the covered up trail. Punk turned around as Cabana stood behind him.
“This is it, no turning back until we get light,” He smirked. “C’mon try not to get separated, these woods are also haunted.”
Colt held onto Caley’s hand tightly as he could hear her breathing deeply, he was surprised that he couldn’t hear her heart. He kept his flash light in front of him on Punks heels not wanting to cause Caley any worry by pointing out anything that could be lurking in the woods. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that she had thrown up her hood so she couldn’t see anything but Punks back in front of them. Colt didn’t want to admit it but he was petrified. A smart crack sounded beside them and all of them stopped in their tracks.
Punk and Cabana flashed their lights around trying to see anything on the edge of the forest. Caley cried slightly as she buried her head in her hoody gripping hard onto Colts arm. Punk started to edge toward the forest.
“Shit Punk what are you doing?” Colt asked quickly.
“That wasn’t a natural sound I want to find out what it was,” He said smirking.
“Are you insane?” Caley said weakly looking up at Punk with a drained face.
“You’re missing the fun here Cay don’t ruin the experience for me,” He said angrily.
“C’mon Punk don’t be like that,” Colt said trying to reason with his friend about doing something stupid.
“You should join me Cabana, if it wasn’t for her you would be all over this, running ahead of me, being fun again,” Punk said rolling his eyes after looking at Cay with disgust.
“Okay that’s enough,” He said slowly “This isn’t the time. We’re in the middle of haunted woods miles on each side before we reach an exit, don’t fight.”
“Can we just move, something is watching us,” Caley said weakly looking for the first time into the woods.
“Baby,” Punk scoffed as he inched closer to the woods.
“Punk don’t, c’mon another couple of miles and we’ll be at the graveyard we don’t need to stall,” Cabana said quickly looking around. “Just c’mon we’ll finish this walk.”
“You just--”
Another loud sound echoed throughout the silent woods, this time from the other side of the path directly behind Caley. She screamed as Cabana quickly grabbed her, pulled her behind him and pointed his flashlight in the direction of the sound. He moved the light all around but couldn’t find out where the sound came from.
“Punk what the hell was that?” He asked quickly turning around, but didn’t see Punk standing where he left him. “Punk! PUNKER!”
“He went into the woods,” Caley said weakly “I can see his flashlight about a mile in.”
“What the hell is he doing?” Cabana said to no one looking into the woods “Punk what are you doing?” He screamed after his friend. “We have to go
after him.”
“Colt please no!” She said desperately “He’s just testing us, if we keep walking he’ll be up there watch him.”
“We have to go into the woods, we have to follow him, you know the stories as well as he does, besides look how deep he is he’s not heading back to the trail anytime soon,” Colt said starting toward the woods.
“Scott!” Caley said grabbed his hand tightly pulling him back. “Please, don’t go in there.”
“Caley, c’mon it’s going to be fine, stay with me, you’ve got an extra flashlight we’ll be completely fine,” He smiled before kissing her lightly.
Caley pulled out the extra flashlight hitting it lightly on her shoe she clicked it on. Gripping tightly onto Cabana’s hand she pulled up her hood and followed him into the dark woods. Punk’s flashlight dimmed in the distance, they didn’t know exactly how far away he was from them or if he was close and the woods were dense. Colt pushed branches and brush out of their way trying to follow the path that they saw Punk’s flashlight head.
“Colt we’re getting no where,” Caley said after a few minutes of silence heading into the woods. “It’s like the light moves but stays the same brightness.”
“I feel like we’re being followed,” Colt said quietly.
“Oh don’t say that please don’t say that,” Caley said hiding her face in his shoulder as they stopped walking. “I’m already freaked out enough as it is, I don’t need anything else added to it.”
“Sorry,” He said quietly pulling her close as he looked around the dense woods. For a split second he could’ve sworn that he saw eyes staring at him from beside a tree near them, but he blinked and they were gone. “Where are we?”
“You don’t know? I don’t know,” Caley groaned into his chest. “There’s gotta be a place we can sit or wait till sun up.”
“That’s not for another four hours,” Colt said looking at his phone.
“So we keep walking or we sit down where we are and wait.” She suggested
“I think I see a clearing up there want to go check that out?” Colt said slowly starting to walk again.
“A clearing?” She asked quickly looking up “That wasn’t there before.”
“You must just not have been looking at it,” He supplied as he started to slowly walk toward it dragging her “It’s not far, c’mon.”
“I don’t like this one bit, this is turning out far worse than I imagined,” She said slowly her voice cracking as they neared the area.
They fell silent as they neared what they thought was a clearing. As they got near what Colt had thought was a clearing was in fact a house.
“Colt!” She said quickly grabbed onto his arm “That’s the house—the phantom house.”
“It disappears once we get near it,” He said quietly “Maybe there’s something behind it, maybe there was a clearing.”
“No please, let’s get out of here I don’t like this feeling,” She said grabbing onto his arm trying to pull him back.
“We can just--”
“Scott!” She screamed as a shadow appeared next to him and before they could shine a light on it Colt was knocked to the ground. He fell with a heavy thud and Caley was shoved to the ground before she could react.
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“Caley,” Colt said groggily, he couldn’t see a thing as his glasses were thrown off of his face in the struggle. He saw a flashlight within reach, grabbing it he searched for his glasses. Finding them a few feet away he reached for them and sat up. “Caley!” He called out her name again. He scanned the area near him with the flashlight and couldn’t find a trace of her. “CALEY!” He screamed out again standing up.
She was no where in sight; he couldn’t have been knocked out for long he didn’t know how she could be gone from him so quickly. Slowly he began to panic, he promised her he wouldn’t let anything happen to her and now she’s missing. Standing up tall he straightened his glasses and struggled his way through the brush, there had to be a clearing some where and Caley had to be near. His mind suddenly went to Punk, his actions, his feelings towards
Caley. Why didn’t he think of it before? Colt started to run through the
woods.
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Caley woke up and her eyes were still fogged over. Blinking and shaking her head she was able to see a little. It was pitch black so she could only see a foot in front of her. She tried to move but realized her hands were bound behind her. She tried to scream but the sound was muffled. Struggling she heard a laugh some where in front of her.
“Don’t even try it,” The voice said still laughing “I tied you very tightly to that tree, there is no way you can get out.” She screamed into the gag again as her captor laughed once again. “You’re making this worse than it already is. Now there is no need to do that.”
Tears formed in her eyes as she continued to struggle. She didn’t know where she was, who she was talking too, or if Colt was near her or not. She needed him; he promised nothing would happen to her. She cried again the tears streaming down her cheeks as her captor laughed at her again, shining a bright light in her face.
“Are you crying? You’re so pathetic,” The deep voice scoffed keeping the light in her eyes blinding her so she couldn’t see him. “Do you miss him? I bet you do, he’ll never find you, and I’m counting on it. No one will ever know where you will be, it’s almost perfect.”
She heard the crunching of the leaves and knew the person was walking toward her. But she still couldn’t see, the light shined too brightly in her eyes. A cloth was put over her eyes and tied to tight that her ears throbbed. She could feel them standing right in front of her, quick hot breaths on her face.
“I don’t need you to see what I’m going to do for you, I don’t want you fainting on me,” She heard them laugh and slowly walk away.
Caley was alone, she heard the laughter die off and the crunching grew softer. She struggled against her tight bonds. The rope cut her skin as she tried to slide it off. In her struggles her arms were cut and rubbed sore from the rough bark of the tree. Sobbing she sat down quietly on the cold grass. It was hopeless, she didn’t know where she was, who she was with or if Colt even realized she was missing yet.
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He stumbled but picked himself up quickly. Colt ran through the woods pushing branches out of his way he tried to run as fast as his lungs would allow him, but the cold air was slowing him down. He wasn’t sure where he was headed, but it felt like the general direction of the graveyard. The trees were getting less dense and he felt a sense of dread around him. He stopped running and clutched the stitch in his side as he used his flash light to look around. To his left he saw a faint light, he knew it wasn’t the farmhouse because it had never been seen this close to the graveyard. Taking a deep breath he trudged through the trees straight toward the light.
Running as fast as his legs could carry him he was getting closer. Looking wildly around him he spotted a chain link fence behind some brush, shining his light past it he saw half a dozen broken tombstones. He knew he had finally made it to the graveyard, and he hoped that this is where Punk had taken her. If it wasn’t, he couldn’t even imagine where else he would take her. Keeping his flashlight on he put it between his teeth and began to climb. The fence seemed never ending as he struggled to keep his footing, the small holes not even big enough for the tips of his sneakers. Reaching the top he threw his flashlight down to the ground. Slipping over he fell to the ground landing oddly on his ankle. He struggled to get up, grabbing at the chain link fence for support he hobbled his way toward the light.
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“Did you miss me?” The voice asked after what felt like hours of silence. “Of course you didn’t, silly me, why would I be thinking such a thing?” Caley heard something fall with a hard thud close by she turned her head toward the direction of the sound “Oh yes, I’m going to enjoy this—oh this is so good. You have no idea how long I’ve planned this, months, hell probably even years without realizing it.” She felt the quick hot breaths of her captor and knew they were kneeling right next to her. She felt something cold slide down her face and her gag was taken out. “You took everything away from me, and you probably didn’t even realize it. Which is what makes this even better.”
“I don’t even know you!” She sobbed quietly turning her head in the direction of the hot breaths. Light fingers trailed down her throat causing her to shake. “Why are you doing this? Please I don’t know you!”
“You don’t know me?” They laughed as Caley felt the cold object on her throat. “Of course you know me. Probably better than you know yourself.”
“Punk--” She guessed her voice cracking.
“You just cheapened the experience,” He huffed, she felt like he was moving away from her. “Oh well, this might make it a little bit better actually.”
“P-Punk, please what’s going on? Is this a joke?” She asked trying to laugh but her voice cracked instead.
“I wish this was a joke Cals, but you see this can’t be a joke.” Punk said seriously.
He was kneeling in front of her once again, taking the knife from his pocket he ran it across her cheek. Dull side facing down, he didn’t want to her hurt just yet. Her blindfold was covered in her tears and he reveled in that fact. Punk wanted to cause as much pain to her as she had caused to him over the years. He knew this would take the better part of the night. He smirked as he turned the knife around and brought it down to her shirt.
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Cabana sat silently on a broken grave. He quickly stripped off his shoe and examined his ankle. It was sprained; he could already see it swelling up in the dull light of his flashlight. Taking a deep breath he looked in the direction of the light. It seemed just as far away as when he fell from the fence. He was starting to lose hope of finding her. It was already three in the morning; he had four hours before the sun was up. By then it would be too late.
Struggling he pulled back on his shoe and tied it as tight as his foot would allow. He got to his feet, the first few steps were unsteady but the thought of Caley pushed him on. He had to stop Punk, because he knew once Punk got something in mind it would take a whole army to stop him.
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“Punk STOP!” Caley screamed as he forcefully pulled her up to a standing position, while having her still tied to the tree. Her arms had already been rubbed raw from trying to get away and he was making it worse by handling her to stand up. Her hoody was already torn to shreds that was the first thing to go, it was Cabanas and she had no right to wear it. She screamed and cried as he jabbed her with the knife in the process of cutting off the hoody. Her shirt was covered in strips of blood, her blood.
“Why? Why should I? Give me one reason!” He screamed into her face, she tried to recoil the best she could. “You have no reason, while I have all the reason in the world.”
“He’ll find me,” She said quickly hoping it would stall him from what ever he was planning. “You know he will.”
“I’m hoping he will actually,” He said looking at the knife longingly, before running it down her cheek cutting her lightly while cutting off the blindfold. “That would make all of this even better.”
“Punk please,” She said her tears now mixing with her blood. “You—you don’t have to do this! You know I love you! Please stop!”
“Shut up!” He screamed slashing the knife at her cutting her across her chest, she screamed out in pain as the blade sliced her skin. “Just shut up! I should’ve left that gag on you.”
“Why are you doing this? Punk!" She pleaded as he glared at her. He quickly jabbed the knife at her, having it land in the tree next to her ear. She stared wide eyed at the knife as Punk leaned in closer to her.
"Why?" He laughed in her face "How oblivious are you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," She pleaded looking away from the knife directly into his eyes "I haven't done anything to you!"
"Oh how you are wrong, oh so wrong," He mocked taking the knife out of the tree leaning back.
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"CALEY!" Colt screamed into the darkness as he continued to limp through the graveyard. He was reaching the end, and he hadn't found them. He knew this place wasn't all that big. A sinking feeling appeared in his stomach when he realized that they might not even be in the graveyard. This could've been a trap all along, to get him into the graveyard and have her far away from him and not get to her in time. "Caley!" He screamed desperately into the dark night. His heart started to race when he came in view of the other end of the graveyard, a fence marked it off from the other half of the woods. He clung to it holding himself upright. He had half a mind to give up, he could never win over Punk he knew that much. Hanging his head he closed his eyes and took a deep breath "Cals, I failed you. I'm sorry." A scream pierced the night as his head shot up. Cabana wasn't sure if it was her, sliding the flashlight into his back pocket he started his climb over the fence.
This time he landed perfectly on his feet, just enough weight placed between them that his other foot didn’t collapse under him. He steadied himself on the fence for a few seconds trying to acclimate to his surroundings. He still saw broken gravestones but he wasn’t sure where exactly he was. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a glint of light, it was just north of him, but the light was pointing to the west.
“This better not be that damn farm house again,” Cabana grumbled as he stumbled along toward the light.
Ignoring the throbbing in his ankle he ran to the light, he stopped a few yards away as he stared at the car parked in the woods. It wasn't running, but it's headlights where on. Flashing his flash light into the drivers side window he recognized the car instantly. "You son of a bitch," He cursed loudly. They had taken Cabana's car because Punk claimed his was in the shop. It had been parked here all along, hiding his gadgets or what ever he was going to use on her. Cabana looked into the woods as he heard another scream. His heart raced as he ran into the woods with renewed hope.
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Caley hung limply from the tree and her bonds, over the past half an hour Punk toyed with her, mocked her and cut into her skin knowing he would scar her for life. He smirked as he leaned back and enjoyed his handiwork. He still had a few more hours to enjoy her like this before he completely disposed of her. Slowly she stirred and he laughed quietly before kneeling and going into his bag of toys again.
Cabana pushed branches and debris out of his way as he followed the car’s headlights deep into the woods. He didn’t need his flashlight to see, but he hadn’t heard a scream in a long time and that scared him, he knew what Punk was capable of, he just hoped he wasn’t to late. Almost breathing a sigh of relief he saw the edge of the forest. Leaning against a tree he spotted Punk crouching down low behind some headstones. His eyes scanned for Caley and his heart dropped as he saw her tied slumping against her bonds. In the dim light he could see she was covered in blood. Clenching his teeth he let out a small growl, how could their best friend do this to them?
“I’m going to kill you,” Cabana said under his breath as he saw his former friend start to stand up. He knew this was his chance.
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Punk knew he was there before he moved, he had tested it before, getting one of their other friends to stand in that exact spot, and a few others, along the clearing with the headlights blaring in the direction. His shadow was the darkest of black against the trees. He smiled, slowly he started to move his knife hidden up his sleeve. Already regretting what he had to do to Cabana’s face he waited. Standing up he braced himself for the impact that was harder than he thought it would be, when Cabana was determined he was as strong as a person could be.
Cabana clung to Punk’s back trying to take him down but it wasn’t working, he felt a sharp jab in his tight as he moved again. Punk turned quickly around, he could see the maniacal look in his eye and his smirk as he was falling to the ground, the knife flashed against the dim light and hot fire went across Cabana’s cheek almost from the corner of his mouth to his ear. Screaming in pain he fell to the ground.
“Oh Colt,” Punk sighed throwing the knife beside his best friend. He his hand ran lightly down the uncut side as Colt flinched against his touch. “It had to come down to this. But don’t worry, it’s almost over. So my friend.” Standing up he kicked Cabana in the side of the head and Colt blacked out.
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“Colt! Please wake up! Scott c’mon!” Caley said struggling against her bonds. Punk had left them alone for some reason, and as soon as she had woken up she noticed her boyfriend tied to the headstone directly in front of her. She could see his shirt was covered in his own blood from the cut deep on his cheek. “Please, I need you!” Caley cried, she was beyond exhausted and wanted more than anything for this to all end. “Colt.” She said quietly her voice now strained and raw, as the tears silently fell down her blood stained cheeks.
“Caley,” Cabana said groggily as his head lolled from one shoulder to another. As his right cheek touched his shirt, it stung him awake. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust but he could just make out Caley in front of him, still tied to the tree and very much alive. “Caley! What has he done? Are you okay?”
“No I’m not okay,” She said hoarsely, with a little hint of sarcasm in her voice. “He’s just kept me tied to the tree, but I’ve got cuts all over. It hurts Colt.”
“Don’t worry I’m going to get us out of here,” He said as he began to struggle with his bonds.
“It’s no use,” Caley said slowly “I’ve been trying for hours. The only thing I’ve accomplished is losing half the skin on my forearms.”
“I’m sorry I got you into this Cals,” Cabana said quietly.
“You didn’t know your best friend would go psycho and plan this elaborate plot to kidnap and possible kill me,” Cal said as seriously as she could.
“No,” Cabana said slowly shaking his head “But I knew for a while that Punk had a problem with you for what ever reason. I’m an idiot, I should’ve dropped you off at Joe’s, even he knew something was up.”
“But you wouldn’t leave me alone,” She said managing a weak smile.
“I totally used that against you two for tonight,” They both turned their heads quickly and saw Punk standing a few feet from them with a lantern in his hands, he was smirking. “I knew that you would never leave her alone with Joe, it was so simple to plan this out. I’m almost amazed at how easy it was.”
“What the hell Punk!” Colt said trying to struggle against his bonds.
“Yeah you’re going to find you can’t really move.” Punk laughed quietly moving closer “See what I did was I tied your hands with cable, then I basically chained that to the ground. Trying getting out now Cabana.”
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked as he stopped struggling. Punk lightly placed the lantern in the place between Cabana and Caley. Colt could see clearly just how much Punk had hurt her in the time they were separated. The hoody he had given her lay in shreds around her, her white shirt was lined with blood. Where the shirt was cut the most he could see a huge gash across her stomach. He swallowed hard as her looked at her face, her cheeks were tear stained and mixed with blood, she had a few shallow cuts on her cheeks. “Why did you do this?”
“To get her away from you of course,” Punk said taking at seat next to Cabana, who recoiled away from his former friend. Grinning he threw an arm around Cabana’s shoulders pulling him close “You see, you never realized what she was doing to you. Oh but I did all along! You haven’t been the same person since you met her. You changed.”
“That’s what happens in life Punk people change,” Caley said through gritted teeth.
“Shut up,” He growled throwing a piece of a broken headstone at her head. Luckily she moved and the stone thudded into the tree right where her head had been.
“Punk please, just let her go, let her be okay don’t do this,” Colt said turning his head towards Punk, he could see the gleam in his eyes, the smirk on his lips and knew full well that Punk had total control of this situation.
“Oh but it’s not that easy Cabana,” Punk said smirking as he hit Colt hard on the shoulder before pushing himself off the ground. He dusted off his pants and looked between the couple. He slowly stalked over to Caley, crouching down beside her she flinched away from him. Grabbing her cheeks roughly he forced her to look across toward Cabana. “I’m going to continue where we left off sweetheart, now don’t forget it’s a show now so act the part and maybe I’ll make it quick on you.”
“Go to hell,” Caley said spitting in his face.
“Caley!” Colt yelled at Punk struck her hard across the face, she sagged against her bonds as he struggled against his. “Leave her alone!”
“Let the show begin,” Punk laughed as he reached down to pick up his discarded knife. Caley flinched away from him as he stalked around the tree thinking of what he could do to her now that he had an audience, so many things were running through his head. Each thought more sinister than the next. He stopped short as he looked up at Cabana his eyes were screwed shut looking away from the scene before him. Punk glared at him and ran up to him holding the knife to his uncut cheek. “Open your fucking eyes, you are going to watch this.”
“Please Punk,” Cabana pleaded opening his eyes holding back a strong wave of emotion “I will do anything! Just don’t stop this Punk c’mon this isn’t you.”
“We all change,” Punk said nostalgically studying his knife and the dried blood on it. “I have just gone more of a maniacal route, you must’ve known I’ve got a anger streak in me.”
“An anger streak to kill people?” Cabana questioned as he looked over at Caley, she looked like she was unconscious. She sagged helplessly against her bonds and she was barely breathing.
“Gotta do, what I gotta do,” Punk said shrugging.
“Please, Punk, just let her be. You don’t want to do this,” Cabana pleased.
“Of course I want to do this, you have no idea how good this feels Colt. Every cut I make is a rush going through my body, it’s exhilarating!” Punk smirked. “Besides, it gets us to get together once again.”
“We’re best friends Punk, stop making it seem like it’s more,” Colt said carefully.
“I’m not,” Punk snapped “You left me for her! I can’t get a moment alone with you, we can’t do best friend things. She is always tagging around with you.”
“What? For years I had to deal with your girlfriends tagging around, always showing up, even when we’re wrestling doing our work they were there! You didn’t see me get all psycho on you and one of them did you?” He said laughing loudly. “So when the shoe is on the other foot you freak out, I can’t have someone with me but you can?”
“You’re the one who is supposed to be alone not me!” Punk yelled as he leaned down in front of his friend. “Either I get the girl, or we’re both alone.”
“I get it, so this is all because you didn’t get Caley,” Cabana said slowly.
“In a way,” Punk shrugged. “But it’s beyond that now.”
“You just wanted to fuck her didn’t you?” He asked smirking, he was glad that Caley was unconscious, so she couldn’t that they were discussing her like a slab of meat. “That’s what this whole thing is about, she ignored you.”
“You can look at it that way,” Punk laughed quietly kneeling down in front of Cabana. “We’re getting off topic here.”
“No we’re not!” Cabana said rearing his head back and as hard as he could head butted his friend. His eyes blacked over for a few seconds before he was able to clear his head. As his head finally cleared he scanned the ground for Punk. He was laying unconscious next to him, the knife had dropped from his hand and it lay at Cabana’s feet. Trying to kick the knife toward him he ended up kicking it farther away from him. He hung his head and tried to figure out what to do.
“Colt,” Caley said quietly as she started to wake up “What’s going on?”
“Shh!” He almost hissed, as he struggled against his chains. “I knocked him out, I’m going to get us out of here.”
“Cabana please, just let this happen,” She begged worried that Punk would wake up any second.
“I got him good baby, just let me do this,” Colt said slowly as he wrapped his arms around in the cable getting them as tight as he could. Biting down hard on his lip he began to pull against the chain. After a few minutes of working it he finally pulled free hearing his shoulder pop in the process. He groaned as his arms slacked, standing up slowly his used his dislocated shoulder to his advantage as he wiggled out of his bonds.
“Colt,” Caley said quietly relieved. Slowly he walked toward the knife were it lay discarded on the ground. “God Colt get me out of here!”
“Hold on,” He gasped as he gripped the knife with his left hand. Walking toward her slowly he forgot his already hurt ankle and cut the rope from her hands. She fell willingly into his arms. “I got you,” He said quietly cradling her against his chest. “Calm down we’ll get out of here.”
“I don’t think so,” Punk said getting up from his spot on the ground lunging at them.
Caley screamed as Cabana threw her away from them. They crashed into the tree as she watched in horror. Looking around her she tried to find something that would get Punk off of him. Finally she spotted the piece of gravestone Punk had thrown at her earlier. Picking it up she slowly walked behind the struggling duo, when Punk had wrapped his hands around Colts throat she smashed the stone across the back of his head cracking the gravestone in two.
Breathing heavily Cabana slowly slid down the tree staring at his best friend as he lay motionless next to him. Caley stood staring at were the fighting had just been, she shook uncontrollably before breaking out into sobs. Standing up quickly Colt wrapped his good arm around her and hugged her tightly.
“What are we going to do?” She asked after a few moments of silence.
“I’m not sure,” He said slowly looking around “We’ve still got some time before the sun rises.”
“Let’s just tie him up and leave him,” Caley said spitefully breaking away from his arms.
“Don’t think there is any extra rope,” Cabana said mostly to himself as Caley laughed and slowly moved away from Punk who looked like he was beginning to stir. Quickly he looked through the bag that lay a few headstones away and found some extra cable.
Roughing he picked up Punk and slammed him against the tree in a standing position. He tied the cable around his torso before using the cable from his own hands to tie up Punks. Quietly he waited for Punk to regain consciousness again, it was payback time.
Punk woke up with a laugh that made Colt’s blood boil. He stared quietly at his friend as he was fully waking up from his unconscious state. Stalking in front of him he waited the few minutes it took before Punk was able to say something.
“It’s not over,” He muttered between his laughing. “I’ll find a way! When I’m set in something I’ll never stop. You know me, you know it’s true.”
Cabana’s eyes flashed as he looked at Punk staring at him defiantly from his position tied to the tree. Breathing deeply through his nose he tried to control the anger that was currently coursing it’s way through his body like a drug. He turned slowly toward Caley who was clutching to a grave stone just out of the lights range as his heart was in his throat. Looking down he picked up the knife that was currently laying at his feet. Turning the knife in his fingers he smiled looking up at Punk. Letting out a yell he lunged the knife at Punk.
“Caley,” Colt said breathlessly as he looked at her, unmoving from her spot sitting on a gravestone staring at the tree in front of her. “Sweetie it’s over.” He slowly picked her up in his arms and began to lead them out of the woods.
As the woods began to clear he saw the main graveyard, breathing a sigh of relief he looked down a Caley. She was out cold, he couldn’t tell if it was from exhaustion or from something else but he knew he had to get her some help and fast. As he was approaching the main gate a car pulled up with it’s headlights blaring directly at them. He couldn’t shield his eyes so he squinted against the brightness.
“Colt? Caley?” A familiar and welcoming voice called to them.
“Joe, what are you doing here?” He asked confused.
“Long story,” Joe said rushing up to them once he realized how badly they
were hurt “Punk called me and told me to come to this graveyard at this time. He wouldn’t tell me why but I had a feeling it was bad. What happened?”
“Nothing,” Colt said sternly as he slowly walked past his friend.
“Where’s Punk?”
“Taken care of,” He said walking off.
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Joe pushed his way through the brush, there was a decent pathway that he could follow in the dim morning light. Cabana would give him no information as to what happened but his gut was telling him it was something bad. Finally he came to some sort of a clearing with random gravestones scattered about. He could see the dying light of a lantern in the car corner. Slowly walking toward the light he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. CM Punk tied to a tree with a knife right beside his head.
