Wow... not even gonna attempt to explain why I haven't updated with one chapter left to right. No excuse. I'm a fail. There WILL be a sequel announced soon though, so bear with me. Sorry for the eternity of the delay! This is short, but it's just to wrap up the story and set up the sequel. Enjoy the final chapter!

Chapter 18- Bring Me The Horizon

2 Months Later

Randy walked out of his house, into his backyard. Every day that he saw the sun, it would warm him up in ways he never thought he could be. The smell of fresh air, the blue sky, the green grass... these everyday things are suddenly the most beautiful and they will never be taken advantage of again. Randy thought for a long time that he would never feel the fresh air again. He was so happy that he was wrong.

The past 2 months had been a long, rough road. Randy wouldn't tell anyone, but the monsters in the dark still got to him at times. He would still have his nightmares and his panics. He would still look over his shoulder on the rare occasions that he left his home, fearing that someone would be watching. Moore was dead, that much was true, but he'd feel a hell of a lot safer is Jeff was rotting in hell with him.

John and Wade would visit him often, John was basically in house everyday. Randy tried to tell him that everyday wasn't necessary, but John could see that Randy was, and will be for a while, afraid to be completely alone. Randy found solace in John, his wife, his little girl. These are the faces he dreamed about when he was with those awful people.

Tomorrow, it was back to the WWE ring. John and him would be on a flight to Toledo, Ohio in the morning. He wouldn't say anything, but Randy was very afraid to be back in the ring. Last time he was there was the time those men showed up and Randy's life changed forever. He was still traumatized a bit.

A hand on his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts and he turned around, startled.

"Sorry... didn't mean to scare ya." John said, giving Randy's shoulder a gentle squeeze and putting his hand down. Randy just nodded and smiled slightly.

"Didn't know you slept over again." Randy said. John had, basically, been living at his house.

"I guess I'm still worried. I know you say you're okay but... I guess I don't believe ya." John said, smirking.

Randy just let out a light laugh and nodded. John was right. He wasn't okay.

"Back on the road tomorrow... you ready for that?" John said, eyeing Randy cautiously.

Randy just nodded again. John knew that something was up... Randy was, usually, a lot more talkative then this.

"If you're not.. I can give Vince a ca-"

"I'm okay. Really." Randy said, not really wanting to talk about how freaked out he actually was.

John just nodded.

"So, where's Alanna and Sam?" John said, getting the point.

"They had to head out to Sam's parents house last night. I won't see them till I come back from touring. I think it's for the best. They're more worried about me than you are and that's sayin a lot." Randy said, letting out a light laugh.

John laughed slightly too.

"Look... uh, I know it's going to take a while for things to totally get back to normal for you. I want you to know that I'm here if you ever want to talk about anything." John said, doing his best to offer comfort any way he knows how.

Randy hesitated. He knew John wouldn't let up so he might as well tell him what's on his mind.

"I know that Jeff is in prison, but I just wish he was dead. I just feel like... I don't know, like I'm being watched or something." Randy said, turning to John.

John nodded.

"It's normal for you to feel like that but Jeff is in prison and will be until the day he dies. He might as well be dead."

Randy just nodded. Deep down, though, he knew... something just wasn't right. He felt eyes on him all the time. It's not paranoia if someone is actually after you.

-WWE-

"GUARD!" Clark Welks called from his cell.

The CO came running at the urgency in the prisoners voice. He saw Welks' cell mate on the floor.

"The hell happened?"The officer demanded. Welks just shook his head.

"I don't know... one minute he was fine and then he just collapsed!" Welks said, urgently.

"Hey! HEY! You hear me, son? Riscolo? JEFF!" The CO yelled.

No response. The officer leaned his head down to Jeff to check to see he was still breathing. He felt the hot breaths. Alive. He was about to pick his head up when he felt a white hot pain in his throat. He was choking on something. He put his hand to his throat. Red... blood? His blood. He looked down and saw and evil smile on Jeff's face. The officer then fell to the floor... dead.

Jeff stood up, threw down his shank, picked up the officer's gun and keys, and smiled at his cell mate.

"Good acting job." Jeff said.

Clark smiled back in return.

"You too... now, let's get the hell outta here."

Clark started out of the cell. Jeff hung back a moment and smiled a goodbye at his cell and this hell hole of a prison. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two photos. The first was Thomas Moore. His best and truest, and dead, friend. He lingered on it a moment, then placed the photo back into his pocket. He looked at the second photo in his hand. Randy Orton.

He would avenge his friends death, he would find vengeance for being sent to prison. Payback was coming.

Jeff exited his cell.

Payback was coming.

They say that you shouldn't wound what you can't kill. That you should never start a game you can't win. Revenge is destructive. It destroys you, the person your seeking revenge on. It's a disease that never truly dies. It will go on and on and on until the thirst is satisfied.

In the wrestling world, Randy Orton is a viper. A predator. But every predator is someone else's prey.

~Fin.

READ AND REVIEW AND THE SEQUEL WILL BE POSTED A WEEK FROM TODAY! Hope some of you are still here. Thanks for reading! I really enjoyed writing this story and your reviews kept me going, with the exception of a few personal setbacks (lol). Thanks for sticking with me and I'll see ya in a week!