But then you see him... "Shia Leboeuf." He's following you, about 30 feet back. He pulls out a gun, holds it eye level, and impales John Cena. You hear a second gunshot and see Shia fall dead, dark blood oozing from his shattered skull. "Not today." Storm says, as he blows the steam coming off of his pistol. You stop and stare, mesmerized. Then you watch as your beloved boyfriend stops, his eyes roll back in his eyes, and he drops. You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your cheeks. A cackle resonates behind you. Lattè stands there. He is holding a rifle, freshly out of ammunition. "Sorry Aer, but competition is competition." A slice resonates through the air. You see Lattè's sardonic face permanently freeze, and his head tumbles to the floor. Behind him you see Echo, blood on his hands and absolutely no compassion in his eyes, until he spots you. He runs forward, sheltering your crippled form. "Aer? Aer are you okay?" Just before you can respond, you hear a final gunshot, this time from a sniper. As you turn to look at Echo, you gasp. A sizzling hole protrudes from his head, suggesting the generally location of the shooter. Behind you stands none other than John Cena, holding a sniper. He throws down his sniper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the appetizer, but that's the thing about appetizers; the main course still remains." He takes a look at you, vehement and cruel intent radiating from his deadly pupils, and pounces. [spoiler]Give me some credit, I typed this on my phone.[/spoiler]