Summary: Fortunately or unfortunately, Allen Jones's third eye opens. Can this give him the capability to help the ones he loves?
Characters: Amy Dumas, Allen Jones, Trish Stratigias/Jason Reso, Dawn Marie Psaltis/Chris Irvine, Matt and Jeff Hardy, Adam Copeland, Dumas family and many more to come.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone you recognize.
Author's notes: I hope you guys would like it. Read and review! Thanks!
Chapter One: A Little More
Jason Reso didn't even have the time to scratch the sleep off his eyes when he sat up on his bed in the middle of the night. Not again… He thought as he heard another shout once again. He was currently in Allen Jones's guest room; the blonde man having accompanied his friend to his home in Georgia to help him with certain things. He threw the covers off his body before he dashed out of the bed, nearly tripping in the process. His friend was screaming again and he needed to get there.
"Allen!" He frowned when he entered the room. Allen was on the bed, sweating and shaking violently. His eyes were screwed shut and he was still shouting again. "Dude, wake up." He ran over to where his friend was and tried to wake him.
The blonde man was debating whether he needed to hit Allen or not to wake him up when the man in question sat up on his bed. He was still sweating all over, wide-eyed and catching his breath. "Fuck this." He managed to say.
"Another nightmare, Alien?" Jason let out a sigh of relief as he sat on the couch near the bed.
He gave him a look that clearly said 'duh'. "I-I don't get why this is happening to me almost every night…"
"You have one hell of a creative imagination." The taller of the two men smirked despite the situation. "Do you need water or anything?"
"No, thanks." Allen massaged his forehead. "I hate this… I don't even know how to stop it."
Jason ran a hand through his short hair. "What did you see in your nightmare this time?"
"It's still the same thing… Spirits, death, violence, blood… Anything terrifying you can think of." He replied; his blue eyes staring intently at the wall. "It's as if I'm part of a horror film… The scariest horror film ever."
"Do you think these nightmares of yours mean something?"
The brown haired man finally looked at his friend. "If it does, it's not a good thing either."
"If you don't need anything else, I'll go back to sleep." The Canadian got up from the couch. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"
Allen nodded. "I'm fine. Thanks, dude."
Jason patted him on shoulder before he left the bedroom to return to his own room. What the hell is wrong with me? Allen turned on the lamp on his bedside table before lying on the bed again. Why am I having these nightmares? What he forgot to tell Jason was that there were some people in his dreams that seemed familiar to him. He just couldn't remember the faces even he tried his best.
Amy Dumas sat on the chair with a blank expression on her normally lively face as she continued to stare at the wall in front of her. She was currently in a local hospital in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Generally, she hated hospitals – especially when she was the one who had to stay there – but this time around, she hated it for a bigger and worse reason. The redhead didn't even acknowledge the presence of her friends when they came to her.
"Ames, I know I can't say 'Are you okay?' because it's obvious you're not." Jeff Hardy crouched in front of her, frowning when he saw the sadness and anger in her hazel eyes. "I know everything will be fine. Maybe not now but it will be."
"How can you say that everything will be fine?!" She yelled, catching the attention of the hospital staff nearby. Matt Hardy smiled apologetically at them and indicated without words that everything was fine. "My parents were murdered and Billy's in this freakin' hospital, trying to recover. Who's doing this to our family, Jeff?! Did we do anything to them? Am I next?!" She began to sob once more.
The older Hardy sat beside her and tried to comfort his redheaded friend. "Stop thinking that way, Red. The police are doing their best to find those assholes. They won't hurt you. They won't hurt Billy anymore" He sighed. "And instead of thinking about those things, just pray that Billy will be fine."
"I'm scared. There's always a possibility for them to come back…" She mumbled as the tears continued to leak from her eyes. "And I hate myself… I wasn't even there to help my family."
Jeff brushed some strands of her hair off her faces with his fingers. "Don't blame yourself, okay? No one expected this to happen. Everything will be alright one day. I believe in it. So, just hang on and don't give up."
While the two Hardys were doing their very best to comfort the shaken woman, Trish Stratigias and Dawn Marie Psaltis-Irvine were in Billy Dumas' room to watch over him. "Where's my sister?" Billy asked as he carefully tried to sit up on his hospital bed. He had just woken up when he immediately remembered his older sister. "Is she alright?"
"Don't." Trish reprimanded him from her place on the sofa. "Sitting won't be good for your injuries."
"And Amy's just fine. Matt and Jeffro are taking care of her right now." Dawn added; the brunette currently standing near the window with her arms crossed. "Now that you're awake, tell us something. What really happened?"
Billy ran a hand through his hair. "I fell asleep while reading this book sometime in the afternoon. I woke up because of really loud noises coming from downstairs. It was already evening then…" He paused. "I knew that Ames left to go to the grocery so I assumed that my parents were the only ones there. I actually thought they were fighting…"
Dawn moved from her spot near the window to sit on the chair beside his bed. "What happened after that?"
"When I went downstairs to check on them, I saw that the entire place was messed up… The living room, kitchen… Everything," He frowned as he tried to remember what happened. "Then…"
"Then…?" Trish urged him to continued.
"I-I saw my parents… B-Bloody… D-Dead."
Both women frowned as well. "What happened after that?" The blonde woman asked while Dawn moved to sit on the bed and comfort Billy.
"I-I looked around the house for Amy. I didn't know if she came back already. Then, someone hit my back with something really hard. He began throwing me around the house and…" Billy looked like he was struggling to remember what took place earlier that night. "T-That's all I can remember."
"He?" Dawn repeated. "How did you know that the one who attacked you was a man?"
Trish arched an eyebrow at her. "Do you honestly think that a girl can throw him around the house?"
"He had long blonde hair." He spoke before Dawn could say anything else. "I couldn't see his face though. He was wearing a ski mask."
The conversation was interrupted when Chris Irvine, Dawn's husband, swung the door open. "The police will be here in a few." He informed him as he stepped into the room, closing the door with his foot.
"Thanks, honey." Dawn gave him a small smile. "Where's Amy?"
"She's still with the Hardys." He replied. "She's having a really hard time dealing with all these."
"Chris? Can you call Jay for me?" Trish asked. "Tell him everything."
He nodded. "I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't like a wake up call at this time of the night but this time around, it's needed." He excused himself and left the room again. Once he was standing in the hallway, he took his phone from his pocket and dialed his fellow Canadian's number.
"This is the second time I've been woken up unceremoniously tonight." Jason muttered once he answered the phone. "You better have a very good reason, Jerky."
"Oh, I have a very good and important reason." Blue eyes rolled. "A very bad reason too."
Jason arched an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped as he listened to every word the other blonde Canadian was saying. He was too shocked to say anything. "Dude, Jay. Are you still there? Jay?" Chris spoke a little louder, knowing very well that his friend wasn't paying attention. "Jason!"
"Uh… Yeah. Sorry about that." He snapped back to the reality. "I'll go wake Al up and we'll be there as soon as we can."
Chris nodded. "Okay. I'll let them know."
The Toronto native ended the call and threw his phone somewhere on the bed before he rushed out of the bedroom for the second time that night. He rushed to Allen's bedroom, where the brown haired man
was currently fast asleep. "Allen Lloyd Jones, wake up! Wake up!" He shouted as loud as he can while he pulled the covers off the younger man's body.
Allen quickly sat up, scratching his head. "What the heck is going on?" He asked, sounding very irritated. "Is there another World War or something? I hope you know that I'm finally getting a nightmare-free sleep."
"Stop exaggerating, Alien." Jason ran a hand down his face. "We're flying our asses to Florida right now. We have to hurry."
The brown haired man still looked very confused. "What's going on?" He repeated once more."
Allen blinked while his friend continued to talk and talk. "Hey!" He yelled, causing the Canadian to shut his mouth. "Say that again… And a little slower this time."
Jason let out a deep sigh. "Amy's parents got murdered and Billy's in the hospital."
Shock was clearly written on Allen's face and he didn't say anything for a moment. Then, he rushed to his closet. "Why are you just standing there?" He said when he noticed that Jason still wasn't moving. "I thought we're in a hurry? Let's go!"
"Y-Yeah. Right." The blonde man said before he went back to the guest room to begin packing."
Everything had began changing already.
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