The following day, I heard a knock on my door. Yesterday I had reflected back on the prison riot. I thought back to that Hernandez guy the officer was talking about. Coming back to reality, I look through the peephole to see who was knocking at my door. On the other side was Tristan freezing his butt off wearing nothing, but a blue jeans and hoodie. I open the door relieved that Tristan was here. Walking into my apartment, I pull out my phone showing him a picture of the latino man that Jeff Hardy was fighting at the jail. Tristan grabs my phone and examines the picture.
"Hey James, where did you say you saw him?" Tristan asks.
"At the jail, I assume that he was sent by Lionel to try to kill me." I answer as Tristan glance at the picture once more.
"It's just I know he is. I've seen him before." Tristan tells me, pointing at the Latino man's picture.
"Really. Where have you seen him before?" I asks Tristan curiously.
"Well, he use to wrestle for WWE's rival company TNA. He was part of a group called LAX (Latin American Xchange) for short. While in the company he was a 5 time TNA world tag team champion with multiple tag team partners. I never knew what happened after his time with TNA until now." Tristan explains to me.
"So I take it that Lionel is fighting fire with fire." I suggest as Tristan lets out a shrug.
"I guess so, but two can play at this game." Tristan replies.
Glancing at Tristan, I felt something inside him. Ever since I've known him, he has never been this competitive before. Tristan was the guy that didn't care if he won or lost, but something this had lit a fire inside him. It seemed like he had a purpose at this campaign. I took my phone back from Tristan who seemed like he was typing something.
"Tristan what are you doing?" I ask looking at my phone.
Tristan not saying, I look at my phone as the Facebook app is turned on. I see that Tristan had posted something on my status. My face turns from curious to disappointment with as I stare at my best shocked at what he had done. The status reads "Lionel if you want play dirty, we'll play dirty too!" Gently placing my phone on the coffee table I was towards my front opening it. Tristan scrunches his eyes nodding his head in confusion.
"James is something wrong?" Tristan asks as he starts walking out of my house.
" I think it's best if you leave. I think you've done enough help for today." I reply back as Tristan walks away with his head down.
Shutting the door, I could hear Tristan's car backing out of my driveway as I sit back down on the couch and stare at the Facebook. I move the cursor to the Facebook status clicking the right hand corner of the post. Giving me options, I delete the post so that none of my voters would be giving backlash on what Tristan wrote. I then move the cursor to my Facebook inbox sending a message to Gabriel explaining the situation between Tristan and I. My heart had become confused. Apart of me wanted Tristan taken out of my campaign team, while the other part of didn't want to lose one of my closest friends. I grab the remote and turn the television on sending me directly to World News Tonight.
"We interrupt our regular scheduled program for a special report." David Muir announces on television.
During the broadcast, gunshots can be heard in the background. From the looks of it, a firefight broke out inside the nightclub. The structure was a small space that could have covered an entire street. After the last two gunshots, sound of a table broke. On screen a familiar face appeared on the screen, as WWE Chief Operating Officer Triple H was being interviewed to the side of the screen. I became more curious about what had happened inside the building.
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The Disciple: First Mission
ActionA Year after Abaddon's defeat, James decides to run for congress. Standing in the way of James's desire correct to the government, is Lionel Reaper and his followers who try to destroy his campaign. Together with Gabriel, Tristan, an unknown egyptia...
