First, I just need to say, this story is inspired by The Enemy, by thatstarryeye. It's a Randy/Kelly fic, and even though I don't ship them, it's an amazing story. I will of course not follow the plot of hers, but the general idea I got from that.

You don't meet all the characters in this chapter, but there are two major gangs, Phil's and Matt's:

Phil's

Phil
Seth
Dean
Roman
Layla
Michelle
Mike
Maryse

Matt's

Matt
Jeff
Mickie
Randy
Kelly
Brie
Nikki
Big Show

And also, Phil and Seth are brothers, and their brother who died is John Morrison, not John Cena. Matt, Jeff and Aj are siblings as well, as are Brie and Nikki.

The first chapter is just a general introduction, so anyway here it is!

Please tell me what you think.

Ciara x

Aj was making her way home from her best friend, Kaitlyn's flat. She had told Kaitlyn she'd had a good time, but in all honesty, she had spent every second glancing at the clock, waiting until it was late enough that she could use the excuse 'Matt and Jeff want me back early'. It wasn't a lie, and Kaitlyn knew well that Aj's brothers were incredibly protective of her, especially since their parents had died.

It probably would've been fun if had just been her and Kaitlyn, but Kaitlyn's boyfriend, Derrick Bateman, was there and Kaitlyn had invited his friend, Daniel Bryan, over in the hope that Aj would take a liking to him. Which she hadn't. It wasn't that he was horrible or anything- in fact he was a complete sweetheart- but the guys Kaitlyn tried to set her up with were always completely and utterly boring.

She sighed, as she turned a corner. She missed the old days, when it had just been her and Kaitlyn, and when Kaitlyn wasn't so obsessed with boys. It was funny, because when they were in high school, the two of them had always made fun of the girls who spent all their time thinking about boys, and now look at Kaitlyn.

She checked the time on her phone. 22:37. Matt and Jeff would be pissed with her. They were annoyingly protective the whole time, for no reason at all other than the fact they didn't want her to have any fun. It was unfair. The two of them had both been wild during their teenage years and mid-twenties, but now that she was twenty-three, suddenly it became a law that anything even mildly fun was banned.

Matt was twenty-nine, and Jeff was twenty-six, but the three of them all lived together in a medium-sized two-bedroom flat. Being the only girl, she had her own bedroom, and Matt and Jeff shared the other one. Jeff was hardly ever home anymore though; he spent nearly every second of his time at his girlfriend, Mickie's house. Aj liked Mickie, she was funny and kind, and, unlike Jeff and Matt, didn't treat Aj like a ten-year old.

So caught up in her own thoughts she was, she didn't even hear the quiet purr of the van engine as it pulled up next to her. She didn't hear the doors open, and the three men climb out. She was only aware of the people for about three seconds before a cloth was placed over her nose and mouth, and everything went dark.

"This is fucked up," Aj woke up to find herself trapped in the back of a van, strapped down to the floor. "Since when do we go around kidnapping random girls?"

"Roman's right," another voice said. "I know he's your brother, Seth, but what the fuck was he thinking? How does he even know this is the right girl?"

"He just does, okay," a third voice, (Seth?) said. "He's just, he's not the same since, you know, John,"

"'Spose you're right," the second voice said. "But still, next time he wants someone kidnapped, he can do it himself. We're not his lackies,"

"And yet, here you are, Dean, driving the van," Seth said, and Aj, despite it being pitch black, could tell he was smiling.

The other two, Dean and Roman, was it?, laughed for a second, and then they all became eerily silent. All Aj could hear was the purr of the engine and the beating of her own heart. It was then, she realised the seriousness of the situation. Maybe it was the drugs they gave her wearing off or maybe she just wasn't thinking straight, but it wasn't till then she realised what was happening.

She was being kidnapped.

She would've screamed if her mouth hadn't been taped shut. What were they going to so with her anyway? Rape her? Sell her as a sex slave? The possibilities flooded over her and for possibly the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to feel genuinely terrified. Suddenly she had the urge to cry, but she held back her tears. She hadn't cried since she was sixteen, when her mom and dad had died, and she wasn't going to start now.

She tried to calm down, and listen to what the other three were saying, but they were too quiet, and all she could make out was murmurs. She tried to remember the way they were turning, in case she got the chance to make a run for it, but it was no use. Even if she could currently tell left from right, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. She'd been out too long to figure out where they were going.

And what did they mean before when they said 'the right girl'? What would happen when they found out they had made a mistake? Thanks to Jeff and Matt, she had no social life, and hardly anyone even knew she existed. She was obviously not 'the right girl'. Maybe they'd let her go when they realised, but they probably wouldn't. Too much chance she'd say something. They'd probably just kill her on the spot.

She had gained a headache from something, whether it was the occasional banging of her head when the van went over a bump or maybe her overthinking, she didn't know, but whatever it was, she had a killer headache, and eventually just went back to sleep.

Matt Hardy paced up and down his living room, the worry evident in his face. Aj still hadn't returned from earlier, and it was now half two. He had tried calling her, but it had just gone straight to voicemail every time. He only stopped calling when he ran out of credit.

He had rang Jeff as well, but he hadn't picked up either. He ran his hands through his hair. What was the point of having a phone if you weren't going to ever pick up? Times like this, he wished Lita was still here. She had always being able to calm him down, to help him think straight, but he knew only had himself to blame for losing her. He kicked the coffee table. Why did he always fuck everything up? First mom and dad, then Lita, and now Aj.

He sighed loudly. Where the fuck was Aj? It wasn't like her to stay out late, especially without saying something. He tried to think positive, maybe she had just fallen asleep at Kaitlyn's, but somehow he knew that wasn't the case. The universe would never be that kind, not to him.

Fuck, maybe this was all his fault. He did have a lot of enemies after all. But still, Aj knew absolutely nothing about the gang, or the fights, or anything that was going on. The only people she even knew from the gang were himself, Jeff, Mickie, Randy and Kelly, but they had all made sure never to let anything slip. He would've murdered them if they did.

And then the horrible idea came, and it wouldn't leave him alone. What've Phil had her? He wouldn't just kill her, he wouldn't be that kind. No, he'd like to prolong everyone's suffering, like the sick sadistic bastard he was. He kicked the table again, and cursed loudly. Maybe he should call the police. But he couldn't. He was guilty of a lot of crimes, and it wasn't just himself he'd get in trouble. The rest of them would all be fucked as well. And anyway, he cops would do shit. They wouldn't be able to figure out, they were all as dumb as bricks.

No, he wouldn't call the cops. It would be better that way. And he could do a lot better himself, and he knew it. He knew Phil inside out, he'd figured out how that sick head of his had worked, he'd find Aj. He had to.