Title: House of Predators

Author: JeffroMattyHardy

Rating: M for slash, violence, sadistic tendencies, language, alcohol, etc.

Disclaimer: I no own. Okey-dokey?

Summary: 5 friends wake up in the middle of a mansion with no way out and find themselves playing a game none of them wanted. Their lives are on the line as the predators come out to play.

Note: Idea based off of the Saw movies.

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Jeff Hardy smiled as his older brother, Matt, handed him a vanilla ice cream cone, Skittles sprinkled on top. "Don't eat it too fast," Matt said, putting the ice cream carton back in his freezer. "I'm gonna leave for work. Sure you'll be okay?"

"Matty, I'll be fine," Jeff said. He chewed on a Skittle on top of his treat. "Mark won't like it if you're late again."

"I could always tell him you were sick," the darker Hardy grinned. "Mark loves you."

"Who doesn't?"

Matt smiled, kissing the top of his brother's head. "I'll be back after my shift," he promised. He walked out of their apartment and locked the door behind him. Jeff licked a drop of ice cream off his hand as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Hello? Is anybody here? Help me, please!"

There was frantic knocking on the door. Matt had always told Jeff not to open the door when he was alone, but her never listened. He opened the door. His ice cream fell to the ground as a needle was jammed into his arm.

~.**.~

"Evan! Where's my jacket?"

Evan Bourne grabbed the windbreaker on the bed before bringing it out to his roommate of 5 years, Cody Rhodes. "What are you doing tonight?" Cody asked, slipping on his jacket.

Evan shrugged, walking into the bathroom to fix his hair. He squeezed some gel into his hand and started spiking his hair up again. "There's a monster movie marathon tonight," he called out of the other. "I'll probably just watch that." He frowned when no one answered him. Usually Cody would make fun of him for watching those old monster movies. "Cody?" He walked out of the bathroom. "Cody?" A needle stabbed the back of his neck.

~.**.~

"I think that's all we need. Thank you, John."

John Morrison nodded and grabbed his shirt from his assistant; he'd finally finished his modeling job and he was ready to get some sleep. "No more long jobs," he yawned, sliding on his coat. He headed out of the studio and toward his car, quickly getting in.

"Hello."

"God damn it!" John yelled when a doll sitting in the passenger seat spoke. He picked it up, tossing it out the window. "Stupid doll."

"That wasn't very nice." A needle stabbed the side of his neck.

~.**.~

Shawn Michaels turned off his laptop and slid it into his bag; his kindergarten class had left and he had just finished cleaning up.

"Mama."

Shawn frowned when he was about to leave. He turned around, setting his bag on the floor next to the door. There was a baby doll sitting on the floor in the middle of the naptime area, its arms stretched up in the air and its eyes closed. He sighed, reaching down and picking it up. "Looks like Stephanie forgot to pick up her doll," he said, the dolls eyes opening as he tilted it up toward him.

"I wanna play a game."

The doll dropped to the ground as a needle was jammed into Shawn's neck.

~.**.~

"You've got to be kidding me. All 5 of them are loose now?"

Jay Reso's head quickly met the desk he was sitting at with a groan. His fellow government officers were standing in front of him; Phil Brooks and Chris Irvine. "Orton got him out last night," Phil said. "Killed all the guards."

Jay sighed, lifting his head slightly. "So who's out?" he asked. "All together. And don't try and give me some bullshit lie. The truth. Now."

"Copeland, Orton, DiBiase, Helmsley, and Mizanin," Chris said, wincing when Jay's head hit the desk again.

"What do we know?" Jay asked. "Victim-wise."

"They all go after men," Phil said.

"Copeland goes for the younger ones," Chris said. "Tall, long legs, preferably blonde, innocent."

"Orton goes for…brunettes," Jay continued. "Shy, blue eyes, tries to get the flexible-looking ones."

"DiBiase goes for the shy-ish brunettes," Phil added.

"Mizanin goes for brunettes with long hair. Usually good bodies on his victims."

"And Helmsley goes for the older blondes. Strong and longer hair."

"There's gotta be thousands of people who fit those descriptions," Phil groaned.

A knock on the door interrupted them. "Sorry to interrupt," Maggie Calaway, Jay's secretary, said, "but there's a man out here who really wants to see you."

Jay sighed, nodding. "Send him in," he said. Maggie nodded, calling for someone. Matt came into the office. "What do you need?"

"My brother's missing," Matt ground out through clenched teeth. It was obvious he was trying not to get too worked up.

"That's not our problem," Jay said. "Go find someone else to bother."

"What does he look like?" Chris asked.

"Tall, green eyes, blonde, but he dyed it blue a few days ago." Matt pulled out his wallet and handed them a picture. It was Jeff from about a month ago; his hair was streaked with purple and he was grinning at the camera with his arms around Matt as they stood in front of a dock.

"Kid looks like Copeland's type," Jay muttered, handing the picture back. "Anything else, Mr…"

"Hardy," he replied quickly. "Matt Hardy. Jeff's my little brother. I found this when I came back to our apartment for my jacket." He held out a silver necklace with a small 'HB' symbol in a mixture of blue and purple hanging from it. "This is Jeff's."

"Why does it say HB?" Phil asked. Jay slapped him on the back of the head. "Sorry, irrelevant question."

"We're called the Hardy Boys when we're together," Matt explained. His fingers played with the charm as he talked. "Me and Jeff picked out the design and our dad made them for us. Jeff never takes his off."

Jay snapped his fingers a few times. Maggie took the necklace from Matt and headed out of the office. "Where does Jeff live?" he asked, taking out a few sheets of paper and a pen.

"With me. We have an apartment on first and main."

Jay tapped his pen on the side of his desk. "Copeland's area," he mumbled, talking more to himself than to anyone else. "Brooks, Irvine, tell him about Copeland. Matt, you might want to sit down for this."

~.**.~

A stir. A groan. Slight movement getting faster. A light moan.

Jeff's fingers barely flinched as the drugs in his system finally started to fade away. His eyes gently fluttered open, his vision staying blurry for a few seconds as he tried to focus.

"Hello."

A voice. Grainy, but the words were clear enough to understand.

"I want to play a game with you, my dear Jeffrey."

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This is gonna be fun. Now, the chapters after this will be longer and most may focus on one certain person, but they'll be longer. *holds up three fingers* Scout's honor.