Name: This Kid can soften any heart.
Rating: T/M
Warnings: abuse, mentions of rape, Rape, adult themes, Mild male/male Slash, mentions of abuse.
Summery: The Undertaker meets a kid who needs help and gets his heart softened.
Chapter rating: T for Mentions of Rape, Abuse, and mild Slash.
Chapter summery: The Undertaker finds Matt Hardy does some nasty stuff to his Follower Shannon Moore, When Taker sees this, what does he do?
Time: 2002/2003.
Writer's note: Yeah, I got bored and this storyline just kinda jumped on me. shrugs I dunno if I keep going or not...
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Undertaker's P.O.V:
I walked down the hall of the backstage of the WWE, where I work...getting back from the Match I won...I was happy but, I didn't go jumping up and down...I was too cold for happiness.
As I walked, I heard something, something that sounded like loud banging, I turned the corner, to see Matt Hardy and that kid who follows him around all the time, oh, what's his name?...anyway...Hardy seemed to be beating this kid up. He was kicking this kid and punching him, He even took of his belt and lashed it over his small back. The Kid was crying, on his hands and knees and he had a line of blood running through his golden blonde hair. Hardy kicked him in the ribs, the kid cried out, curling himself into a ball on the floor. Just letting Hardy beat the hell out of him.
My cold heart softened at this, that kid didn't deserve this, what Matt Hardy was doing was wrong. I walked over and yanked Matt Off of the blonde on the floor.
"WHAT THE--" The oldest Hardy looked at me, with pure anger in his eyes.
I glare at him, the kid on the floor looked up to me, his head was bleeding down a line of blood of the side of his face.
"What are you doing to that kid?" I asked. Without Emotion.
"None of your business!" Matt yelled at me, he reached down and yanked the kid up off the ground by his arm. And started to pull him away.
"Hey, Let the boy go." I said, not realizing I had the normal dark tone.
"Hey, Shannon wants to follow me, he has to learn." Matt states yanking the blonde closer to him, I swear he was gonna leave marks on his arm.
Shannon. Right that's his name, Shannon Moore.
"How do you know he wants to follow you?" I asked.
"Shannon? Do you wanna follow me or not?" Matt asked him. Yanking the kid to look at him, grabbing both his arms and holding him so tight.
The kid didn't say anything; he nodded and sobbed a little.
"Stop your crying and com'on!" Hardy yelled down to the boy, letting go of one arm to slap the kid and yank him along. I could still hear the little one's light sobs coming from his mouth as much as he didn't want it too.
I watched, it was sad really...The kid must have been so confused by Hardy beating the hell outta him...
2 hours later, I'm walking down the hall still, just looking around. I pass a locker room, it says "M. Hardy & S. Moore." On it. It was Hardy and the kid's locker room. I listened, I didn't hear voices but, I did hear something...Someone... Sobbing.
I opened the door slowly, to find the blonde on the floor, crying, his face was a crimson mess, his clothes were ribbed and tore at, his shirt had been tore off his back to show all of these horrible marks coating it. To say in a total, the kid looked like he just had the living hell beaten out of him.
I watched him for a while, my heart softening for the broken child, curled into a ball on the floor, crying his broken, abused heart out.
"Hey, Kid..." I said. He jumped and turned around to look at me. His eyes full of tears.
"I'm fine." He said fast. I knew he wasn't. Its a shame how some people just lie and they their fine when its easy to see they aren't...
"Here." I put my hand out. "Come with me, I'll get you cleaned up." I said.
He shook his head, holding his hand to it after showing it hurt.
"No, come on. Hardy beat the hell out of you?" I asked.
"No! Matt didn't do anything! MATT LOVES ME!" Shannon yelled at me, tears rolling down his bloody cheeks. I knew the kid was lying.
"Then who did?" I asked.
He hang his head, grabbed my hand and pulled himself up, then leading against the wall to walk with me.
"You want me to help you?" I asked.
He nodded. Using the wall to help him walk as he limped.
"Here. You can't even walk." I said, I put my arm around his waist to help him. He jumped and started shaking.
"Shhh...I'm not going to hurt you." I said, I was shocked this little one had brought out the kind in me. He was a small kid too, He was most likely around 25ish, but, he looked about 14, he was around 5'6 maybe and weighed like 190 at the most. He had golden blonde hair and pale white skin with green eyes.
I helped him to my locker room and showed him in, I turned the lights on higher then normal, I had always liked it dark or dim in there but, I didn't wanna scare the kid. I told him to sit down and got a wet towel and sat in front of him. And started to clean him, he let me without saying anything. As soon as I got him all clean and all the blood washed off him, I looked at his ripped Shirt.
"Do you have a shirt?" Shannon asked looking at his marked chest. His chest and back and sides were marked with bruises and cuts. He put his arms across his chest trying to hide the marks.
"Nothing that would fit you..." I said. Trying not to sound scary.
"Great..." He muttered, looking down at the ripped Mattuide Shirt and his silver and red, bloodstained, wrestling pants.
"You don't have to cover the bruises...it's alright." I told him, letting some emotion show.
He looked at me, with a pitiful little look in those pain filled eyes.
"You can stay with me if you want for the night?" I asked.
He looked up. "Um...but, what about Matt?" He asked those green eyes were breath-taking.
"Did Matt do this to you?" My voice came out darker.
He jumped seeing my tone got louder too.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to scare you." I said.
"Its okay." He muttered.
"Was it Matt Hardy?" I asked. Waiting for him to reply.
He looked to the floor. "...Yes..." He said so low I almost couldn't hear it.
I wanted to pat his back but, I didn't wanna hurt him so I rubbed his arm. He jumped that I even touched the boy. I pulled my arm away.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me..." I said. Hoping my dark tone would tone down a tiny bit.
"Can I stay with you?" He asked, tears in his eyes when he looked up.
"Of course, you can sleep on the sofa? That's okay with you right?" I asked.
He nodded. "I'd sleep anywhere right now." He laughed a little.
"You haven't slept in a while?" I asked seeing the dark circles under his eyes.
"Matt wants me up all the time...He.." Shannon stopped himself.
"Why would he want you up all the time?" I asked.
"In case."
"In case of what?"
"He needs to..."
"Needs to what?"
The blonde looked at me, like he didn't know what to say, with an innocent look in his eyes. That was when it hit me...That Hardy could have raped this boy if he wanted too. With the size of Shannon and how weak the boy had grown from being beaten, it would be easy.
"He raped you, didn't he?" I asked.
He didn't say or do anything.
I was gonna rub his arm, but, stopped myself and sighed. "Is it okay, if I rub your arm? Little one?" I asked. Okay, I may have sounded a little dark there, calling him 'Little One' too, I can't really help it, he's so small. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to care that I called him that.
He nodded. I rubbed his arm, running my large fingers over his black and blue marks.
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TBC...
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Should I go on?
I do not own The Undertaker or Matt Hardy
or Shannon Moore...They own themselves... and this is all fictional, so none
of this has happened.