Title: Misguided fate

Author: Amaroqwolf82

Synopsis: After yet another beating from his friend Matt hardy, Shannon Moore looses his mind. Can Matt realize the Error of his ways, and help bring his friend back from the place he's gone to. Or is it too late?

Authors Notes: I see this happening I don't know why I just do. So, bear with me and keep in mind I'm only writing what comes to mind. Also, anything written between these #~#~ Are Memories.

Authors Dedications: To my Three B's.

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Shannon stumbled into the shower closing his eyes and fighting tears. They leaked from his eyes though as if they had a will of their own. The hot water ran down his bruised back. He tried to ignore the pain but it was too much, he slid down the wall sobbing weakly as pain washed over his body from the pain in his back, legs, hips and chest. There were old and new bruises decorating his body and he was so tired. He just wanted to close his eyes and drift away again. He had taken to drifting away whenever Matt was pissed at him. It was easier to take the abuse when Matt came after him if he wasn't there. He remained under the steady stream-loosing track of time.

"Shannon?" Said someone from behind him.

The Platinum blonde jerked awake and looked up from his huddled position on the floor. He was half expecting to see Matt standing there ready to wail on him again. But no it was Shane Helms. Shannon's eyes went wide and he slowly stood up realizing he was still fully dressed. He must have blacked out before coming into the shower. He sighed softly and smiled weakly at Shane.

"Hey, Shane." He tried to pass off the soaking wet clothes as an everyday occurrence.

"Shannon are you okay?" Shane asked looking concerned.

"Yeah, sorry just was uh, spaced out." He said hoping Shane would buy it.

Shane continued looking at him silently studying his life long friend. Shannon was trying to hide something but Shane couldn't put his finger on it. "You sure you're okay?" Shane asked again.

Shannon nodded and forced a Smile. "Yeah, I'm sure." He said.

Shane watched Shannon walk out. The Blonde was limping slightly and Shane couldn't help but wonder about the smaller man. Something was obviously wrong if he was sitting in the shower with all his clothes on. Maybe he should talk to Vince about give Shannon some time off.

Shannon limped down the hall hoping against hope that he wouldn't run into Matt. He didn't think he could deal with yet another beating in one day. He sighed as he made it to his dressing room. He pushed the door open and slipped in. He leaned against the door and slid down it. He just wanted to curl up and die right now. He was in pain he was miserable and he wasn't gonna last much longer under this type of abuse. He dropped his head to his knees and closed his eyes shivering because the cement floor of the dressing room was icy cold. He didn't move though he honestly didn't care if he got sick. Then in his mind he heard.

Yeah, but if ya get sick, you'll do something wrong and give him more reasons to hit you! **

Shannon struggled to his feet and stumbled over to change into some warm dry clothes. After he was fully clothed in a Black sweater and a pair of loose fitting jeans so nothing could hurt his bruises more he slowly limped from the dressing room. His knee was killing him.

"You fucked up again Shannon!"

Shannon jerked around looking about for his tormenter. Matt was no where in sight the voice had come from his head. He sighed softly and started walking again thinking about maybe seeing the House doctor for his knee.

"You need to learn another Lesson don't you Shannon?"

This time Shannon nearly dropped to the ground and cowered but, once again it had come from his head. He sighed nervously and ran his hand across his left arm. He needed to get out of the arena. He picked up his pace but it hurt his knee too much. He slowed down and went back to his slow old man decrepit walk. He sighed nearly jumped out of his skin at a loud crashing sound. He turned and looked around noting the hall was empty of human inhabitation.

"YOUR GOING TO PAY FOR THAT ONE SHANNON!"

Shannon jumped his eyes wide in terror now. He was positive that Matt was somewhere around. He turned and let out a scream of terror. He backed up rapidly and hit the wall. He shook his head and slid down the wall his hands up to protect his face and body. He closed his eyes and curled up on himself trying to get away from his own mind.

Shawn Michael's stared in confusion at the blonde as he backed away screaming in terror then huddling on the floor like he was expecting to be hit. He moved slowly forward looking at the blonde. "Hey, Kid." Sense the name seemed to allude him at this point in time.

Shannon flinched away from the man, he thought it was Matt. He couldn't take the abuse anymore his mind had cracked shattered and was ruined. Matt had destroyed the few dreams the younger man had had.

You've really done it this time Shannon, proved what a screw up you can be!

Shannon shook his head drawing himself into a tighter ball rocking him self and mumbling incoherently.

Shawn looked on in concern and again tried to get the younger mans attention but failed miserably when he pulled away and scrambled across the floor making high pitched wailing sounds.

Shawn kneeled down and looked at Shannon silently. The leg of his jeans had ridden up and Shawn could see the massive bruising on his shins. "Kid who did this to you?" He asked.

"Don't you tell anyone about this, if you do, this will look like child's play."

Shannon just whimpered and curled up tighter. Matt had made him swear and he always kept his promises. He couldn't tell. He couldn't even tell anyone what had been done to him. He jerked when hands touched his shoulder and a low keening moan escaped his throat.

Shawn sighed and stood up and looked around. Maybe he should get an EMT or something; obviously this kid was hurt and hurt bad. But, he couldn't get close enough to even get the kid to see he wasn't gonna hurt him. He didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Kid I'm gonna go get help alright." He said and hurried to find some EMT's.

Shannon slowly uncurled from his ball and crawled across the floor till he was behind some stacking crates. He curled up in his dark hiding spot and closed his eyes rocking and talking incoherently to himself.

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Matt Hardy was getting pissed he had over heard Michael's talking about seeing bruises on Moore. And now he couldn't find the little M'fer. The Arena would close in 10 minutes and then what was he supposed to do. He growled and kicked a stack of Boxes in his anger.

The Yelp of terror froze him in his steps and stepped around the boxes and looked down. Sitting huddled on the floor was Shannon. He was staring up with those huge blue eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Matt narrowed his eyes and reached down hauling the younger man to his feet. "Let's go Shannon," He said.

"Where are we going?" Shannon asked he appeared to have control over himself again.

"Back to the hotel the Arena's about to close for the night." Matt said letting Shannon go.

The blonde followed him silently from the arena not speaking just a silent shadow. Matt didn't like the silence it made him nervous. He kept gazeing over his shoulder keeping an eye on Shannon. He noted that the younger mans eyes were darting back and forth and he seemed pretty skittish. Matt was gonna have to have a talk with him when they get back to the hotel room.

Shannon slowly sat down on the edge of the bed he shivered a little. He was still cold from getting himself soaking wet then sitting on the cold floor in the locker room. He saw Matt looking at him and he struggeled not to get up and run because it would probably just cause more trouble.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Matt snapped looking at Shannon.

Shannon shrugged and looked down at his hands which were in his lap. He released the death grip he had on each hand and laid them palm down on the white blanket. He could sense Matt stareing at him and he tried not to look up but he slowly did.

Matt was gazeing at him silently a darkness in his already dark eyes. Shannon jerked his head down not wanting to look in those eyes not wanting to be foreced to remember. His mind was spriling downwards, away from reality, into the darkness of his twisted mind. He could remember those times when he was little. When his mother had...he coudln't think of it but already the painful memories were grabbing him and yanking him down into the painful past.

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"You've been misbehaveing again havn't you Shannon?" She snapped as soon as he came through the front door that evening.

4 year old Shannon shook his head rapildly. "NO, Momma I was just with Daddy." he said already scared.

She narrowed her eyes and swooped down on her cowering child. Her red nails digging into the tender young flesh. She dragged him down the hallway and a shudder went through his small frame.

"Please Momma not the Laundry room, I've been good!" He wailed struggeling franticlly to escape his mother's steal like grip.

"You've done nothing but misbehave sense the day you were born, all you did was cry and whine and make such a fuss!" She dragged him into the laundry room.

Shannon whimpered and looked around silently a shudder went through him as his mother looked down on him that cold unloveing look in her eyes. He looked towards the door with thoughts of bolting but he steel like hand tightened on his arm and yanked him over to the washing machine.

"Mamma please no!" He cried struggeling franticcly to escape. She pulled the roll of duct tape from the shelf above the washing machaine and ripped a strip off and calmly silently wrapped it around his wrists. He struggeled as a second peice of tape came out and was painfully slapped over his lips silencing his pleas for mercy. Tears leaked from his crystaline blue eyes.....

Shannon blinked comeing back slowly from the far away place. Matt was looking at him in confusion anger burning behind those chocolate brown eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" Matt grumbeled.

Shannon looked at him silence burning through the room. Matt slowly took a step back nervously. "Shannon?"

The first blow sent Matt flying backwards into a chair the chair crumpled under his weight. Matt looked up in shock as Shannon came towards him slowly almost as if he wasn't there anymore.

"No, more." He whispered.

Matt scrambeled to his feet and another blow rounded him into the wall and Shannon slammed into his lower back, the kidneys, burning pain roared through him and he tried to push away from the wall. Shannon helped him with that. He wrapped a hand into Matt hair and yanked him back away from the wall.

"No, more." He whispered again his voice shakeing. "No, more pain..no more bruises, no more WATER!!" He nearly screamed

Matt stared at him in confusion and then let out a terrified yelp as Shannon dragged him backwards picking up a pair of Scissors off the dresser. Matt struggeled and managed to get free he quickly moved away from Shannon who was stareing blankly at the shineing metal of the scissors.

"Shannon, put the scissors down." Matt said nervously watching the younger blonde.

Shannon looked up his eyes were blank empty and cold. Deathly cold. The Scissors slowly opened the shineing blade flashed and red blood welled from slice in the pale flesh of Shannon's arm. "No, more pain..no more suffering."

"SHANNON STOP!" He yelled.

Shannon jerked and looked at him the coldness was still there. There was no life in the blue grey eyes. He lifted the Scissors looking at them silently his eyes flashing in the blade as he rotated them.

"Shannon," Matt said softly.

Shannon slowly reached up with his free hand and lifted a chunk of his blonde hair. "No more." He whispered tears in his eyes.

"Shink" White blonde hair fell to the floor.

"Shannon, Stop." Matt said trying to shake the blonde from his state.

"Shink," more whisps fluttered to the floor some sticking to his arm where the blood was smeared and drying.

"S--S--Shannon!" He finnally managed to stammer out.

The blue grey eyes focused on Matt silently. "Help me." he managed to whisper softly before crumpleing to the blood spattered beigh carpeting.

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The flashing blue and red lights were really starting to hurt Matt's eyes as the Paramedic continued shining her white light in his eyes. "I'm fine!" He finally grumbled.

The Paramedic study for a minute turned the light off and nodded her head. "You should have someone keep an eye on your for tonight just in case." She said pulling the white rubber gloves from her hands.

He nodded I'll go talk to my brother. He slowly got up then looked towards the other ambulance that was just pulling away. "Whats going to happen to him?" he asked.

He would be telling a lie if he said Shannon's action's from earlier hadn't scared him to death. He sighed and looked back at the paramedic. "Most likely he will be taken to first methadist, where his wounds will be tended." She paused. "And most likely he'll have a phsyc evaluation."

She closed one of the boxes that were open. "Take care of yourself Mr. Hardy." She stated and walked around to meet up with her partner.

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TBC~

I will continue I PROMISE!!!