A/N: I'm not really sure where this idea came from, but hopefully you guys like it. Hopefully it goes over better than some of my other stories have. I own no one by the way, and enjoy the story.

The halls were quiet as the Heartbreak kid walked down them, bouncing along as he walked to a tune playing in his head. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He had slept wonderfully the night before, he had no issues going on with his friends, and he had a great match that night to get ready for. A grin formed on his lips as he walked into the locker room, spotting a few others that were still in there.

"Hey happy boy, what's gotten into you?" asked Hunter, looking up and over at his longtime friend, a grin coming to his own lips.

"Nothing, I just feel like today is going to be a good day," answered Shawn with a shrug as he walked over to his locker and began to change into his ring attire. He then sat on the bench and began to tape up his wrists, listening quietly to the soft chatter of the others. His mind shifted away from him, thinking back to his dreams he had the night before. He had dreamt of colorful water, red skies, and other odd things that made little sense to Shawn.

"Hey Shawn, Shawn!" said Hunter, shaking Shawn's arm. Shawn jumped and looked up at Hunter, grinning sheepishly at him.

"Sorry man, I was off in la la land again," said Shawn, shaking his head. "What's up?"

"I need to go see Vince, I'll be back in a bit," said Hunter before leaving Shawn in the locker room. Shawn didn't care; there were still some people in there for him to talk to. He turned his head away from the door and grinned, spotting John, Randy, and Cody still in the room. He jumped up from the bench and walked over, straddling the bench next to Randy. Randy raised his head, glancing over at Shawn.

"What's up Shawn?" asked Randy as he pulled on his wrestling boots. Shawn shrugged, watching Randy for a few minutes in silence before turning his head to the sound of knocking at the locker room door. He frowned faintly. No one backstage except for the stage hand workers knocked, but there was no need for any of them to be back here. The four of them weren't due out until later in the show so there was no need for them to leave with a worker.

John, who was currently closest to the door, walked over and opened it without a second thought. Instead of a worker though, three large men shoved their way in, shoving John back onto the ground. Shawn jumped up from his spot, and headed towards John, hoping to help him but instead got a pipe to the back of the head for his efforts. He fell to the floor with a thud, barely missing John. John jumped to his feet and tackled the guy that had hit Shawn, pulling and yanking at the mask that covered the guy's face. The other two men grabbed John suddenly, and threw him backwards, his head slamming hard into the wall.

In a daze, John fought against the darkness long enough to see one man knock Randy out and the other two grab Shawn and Cody before he passed out.

Hunter groaned faintly as he walked away from Vince. He hadn't been expecting to stay that long and now only had a few minutes before he had a match with Shawn as his partner. He hurried to the locker room and opened the door, but was frozen to the spot at the scene before him. Benches were tossed all around, posters were scattered around the ground, and even worse, both John and Randy were lying on the floor, both sporting large cuts and bruises on their heads.

"SECURITY!" shouted Hunter as he ran into the room, kneeling next to John first. He tried to shake the larger man awake, but couldn't. He then moved over to Randy, checking on his young protégée as a few others began to gather in the doorway, each curious why Hunter had been shouting. The sight they saw though stunned them all in a cold silence.

"What's going on here?" shouted Vince as he pushed his way through the crowd of people outside the door. When he made it into the room, he was sent speechless by the sight of the locker room. His blood ran cold as he looked at the two unconscious wrestlers. Trainers pushed their way into the locker room, closely followed by EMTs as Vince turned to those at the door, swallowing hard before speaking.

"Everyone please go to catering and wait for me. Kofi and Ted find anyone else that isn't here and send them there as well," he ordered, his usual voice gone. The others walked away silently, obeying him without a single complaint. Vince then turned to his son-in-law and walked over to him, placing a hand on Hunter's shoulder.

"If I had just come back here a few minutes sooner none of this would have happened," he said softly, staring down at the bloody face of Randy. He couldn't believe all of this had happened. It seemed only a few short minutes ago that he was leaving Shawn to go talk to Vince before their match. That's when it hit him, where was Shawn?

"Shit, Shawn was in here when I left. Where is he?!" panicked Hunter as he looked around for more bodies.

"Easy Hunter, he might be in catering waiting for us," soothed Vince, hoping within his own heart that what he was saying was true. Hunter nodded quietly and walked out of the locker room, not daring once to look back at the blood and tossed furniture. He walked with Vince to catering and looked around upon entering the room, his heart beating quickly as he tried to find Shawn. His heart quickened when he noticed Shawn wasn't there. He turned and looked at Vince, a panicked expression coming to his face. Vince swallowed hard once more, noticing that Shawn wasn't there either. He walked in front of everyone and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Tonight something happened to our fellow workers and it would seem now that one of our stars is missing," said Vince, lowering his head briefly. The room filled with whispers, all of them stunned by the news. "Shawn Michaels is missing according to all reports."

The room exploded with cries, gasps and whispers as the news sank in. Vince couldn't blame them. Shawn was one of those types of people that everyone loved regardless of how he acted towards them in the ring. Ted looked up from his spot, sighing heavily.

"Sir, Cody is missing too," he said softly, not wanting to believe the fact that he couldn't find his young partner anywhere. Vince looked over at Ted, his teeth grinding together. This was just too much. Two of his stars were missing, and two of them were on their way to the hospital. He wasn't sure what more horrible news he could take right now.

"Alright, here's the plan. We'll continue the show tonight with a few tweaks. Security will be increased tonight and for the next few nights. I want to see the security tape as soon as possible of the locker room," said Vince, looking down briefly before returning his gaze to his workers. "Let's just get tonight over with as soon as we can."

As the wrestlers and workers filed out of catering, Vince walked over to Hunter and sat down at the table next to him, frowning at the sadness in his eyes.

"I should have been there. I should have been there to protect Shawn," said Hunter, sniffling softly. Vince sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I promised Shawn I would always be there to protect him, and I failed."

"Easy Hunter, take it easy. Why don't you get yourself together and head to the hospital. John and Randy need someone there when they wake up. I'll be by later after I view that tape," said Vince, patting Hunter on the shoulder. Hunter nodded and stood up, leaving catering. Vince sighed heavily, placing his head in his hands as he did. He couldn't possibly think of how anything could possibly get worse. Unbeknownst to him, the same issues were happening on Smackdown as well.