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Kurt's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene. It was absolutely horrifying... Unthinkable...

"Oh, holy sweet mother of God..." he breathed, his brain wanting nothing more than to reject what he'd just witnessed happen to his good friend.

My God... Adam had been shot. The bastard, Levesque, had managed to cut him down.

Nora had screamed as they'd neared the fracas, the little blonde covering her face with both hands as she'd noticed the blood.

Jay was eerily silent, and he abruptly put the car in park after coming to a screeching halt. It was actually a fortunate thing that the blond man had enough presence of mind to prevent the car from wildly spinning out of control.

He was dumbstruck... He was in total and utter shock. His best friend was lying on the grass, motionless.

Dear God... Adam had been shot. He'd actually been shot - just as Amy had not too long ago...

"Jay! Jay!!!"

He turned his head to face Nora. His girlfriend was desperately clutching his arm, anguish and terror written clearly in her blue eyes.

Kurt was the first to spring into action, as he snatched up his cell phone from the seat beside him. In a hurry, he dialed 911.

"We need an ambulance right away!" he shouted, breathing rapidly and trying to calm himself down as the operator spoke on the other end. "I'm not sure of the exact location - we're at the state fair..."

"Jay!" Nora's eyes filled with hot tears as she tugged on his arm, her other hand fiddling with the seatbelt in which she was still buckled. The man seemed nearly still as a stone, and she knew he'd gone into shock over witnessing his best friend being shot.

"Nora?" The Canadian finally came back to himself, his head against turning in the blonde's direction just as Kurt practically flew out the back door of the rental, rushing over to the scene. Jay felt his own eyes filling with tears.

"A-Adam...?"

"Come on, honey..." the petite blonde murmured, slipping out the passenger's side door and going around to the driver's side. She yanked open the door, which, somehow, her boyfriend had unlocked, and tugged on his arm.

The blond man sprang out the door, Nora right at his side, and together they edged closer to the chaos.

Kurt was already over there, the Olympian clutching his cell phone in one hand, while the other held a gun - a gun that was trained steadily on Paul Levesque, who was injured, and had apparently been shot in the thigh.

With Jay still appearing to be in shock, Nora rushed to Adam's side, and she gasped at the sight of his form. Unsure as to whether he was unconscious or even dead, the petite woman knelt by his side and positioned an ear close to his open mouth. Thank God... He was still breathing.

She looked up sharply at the abrupt sound of Angle's voice, her eyes widening at all the horror she felt at the situation.

"You sick son of a bitch!" he spat, his focus still solely on Levesque, who lay writing still on the ground. "I should just put you out of the misery that is your existence right now...But you're not even worth it...!" He spat at the villain, hatred coursing through his veins for the man - for what he'd done to his friends Adam and Amy, Torrie, Nora, and for what he'd tried to do to Stephanie, the woman he loved... He'd never wished such a thing on anyone in all his life, but at that very moment, Kurt wished this man dead...