Title: Can't Stop The Killer

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Phillip Brooks [CM Punk]

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Character Death, to some degree incest and non-consensual, all around disturbingness.

Summary: What started as a fun trip into the woods, turned into a tragic nightmare. There's a killer on the loose, and he's after one person… Jeff Hardy.

Author's Note: This is my Halloween Fic and I'm thinking I might do a series. I'm really liking this despite how strange it is. In any case. Enjoy.

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Can't Stop the Killer

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Jeff's lips quirked upward in a devious smile as his brother looked over the map from the passenger side seat. In the back, Shannon lay with his head in Shane's lap snoring softly.

"So bro. Tell me again of yer brilliant plan for this Halloween special of The Hardy Show." Jeff teased. Matt had been talking of nothing but this "brilliant plan" for the perfect Halloween themed episode of the Hardy Show. Shane shook his head wiping a hand over his face.

"Ah Jeff wouldja quit teasin' the guy!" he scolded lightly. Matt pretended as if he hadn't heard them and kept his nose buried in the map. Jeff drove on to the deepest darkest part of the woods not too far from their house.

"All right Matt. This is as far in as I can go. The trees are getting' too close together for my car." He said, shutting off the engine. Matt looked up and saw nothing but trees bathed in twilight and smiled excitedly.

"Perfect bro. Just perfect!" he said, folding the map of their wooded territory and tucking it into the pocket of his hoodie. Shane nudged Shannon awake who groaned a little as he sat up.

"Where are we…?" he grumbled. Matt was already hopping out of the car and grabbing their camera equipment. Jeff turned around in his seat.

"The fuckin' woods Shann, where else?" he said in a good natured tone. "We're gonna scare the crap outta our Hardy Show fans!"

Shannon yawned and grinned.

"Sounds like a blast." He said, hopping out of the car as well, going to grab the equipment from Matt. Shane frowed.

"Jeff man, are you sure this is a good idea? They make a lotta scary movies that take place with cameras in the woods, and it never works out well for the pretty guys…" Shane said, gesturing to himself. Jeff rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Chill Shane." He said, getting out of his car and looking behind them he saw yet another car approaching them. He grinned when he realized who's car it was. Out of the drivers side came Adam Copeland and from the passenger side, Jason Reso.

"You guys didn't think you could get away with doin' a horror show without us now didja!?" Jason called. Matt walked over and hugged his friends.

"Glad you guys could make it. I almost thought you wouldn't show up." Matt said happily, as he handed a camera to Adam.

Adam shook his head.

"Wouldn't miss this for the world!" he replied excitedly.

Matt nodded and headed off into the woods, the others flipping on their cameras and trailing behind him.

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Nightfall came all too quickly and as they pretended to be spooked and lost, Shane only became more nervous. Something just didn't feel right to him.

"Guys. Maybe we should head back to the cars now. I mean. We've seen some pretty spooky stuff. Do we really need to go further into this freaky woods? I ain't ever been in this far durin' the day. Let alone at night." He said as Shannon turned and began walking backwards to film Shane as he spoke. The light on the camera made Shane squint and turn his head away some.

"Chill Shane, chill. It's fine. It's just the woods."

There was a sudden snap as Shannon was walking backwards and he screamed in agony dropping down to the ground.

"What the fuck!?" he screamed. Everyone quickly stopped and went to see what had happened to Shannon. Matt gagged a little as he looked down and saw Shannon's ankle caught in a bear trap.

"Who the hell leaves a bear trap out here in the middle of mother fuckin' nowhere!?" Matt demanded of no one in particular. Shannon was breathing hard, unable to look at it.

"Who th' fuck cares just get it offa me!" he yelled, agony lacing his voice. Jeff, Shane, and Jason, the only ones without cameras in hand, bent down and pried open the bear trap just enough for Shannon to pull himself free. Shannon whimpered and shook his head, biting his lower lip so hard it began to bleed.

"All right. Fun's over. Let's get him back to the car and to the hospital and get outta these goddamn woods." Shan snapped.

"Yeah. Fuck… This is… This is fuckin' scary." Matt said quickly as he zoomed in with his camera on the wound. Jason and Shane helped Jeff get Shannon up onto his back.

"Matt man, this is not cool." Adam said softly, as he walked beside him, all of them heading back towards the cars. Matt sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know what the hell that bear trap was doing out here, but man… It looked brand fuckin' new… Not like one old one someone forgot out here a long ass time ago… No… Like someone set it there this morning…" Matt said softly. Adam frowned.

"Matt don't freak me out like that. Who would do something fucked up like that?" Matt shook his head and shrugged.

"I don't know. But I just hope that I'm wrong in thinkin' that it was put there for us.."

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"What the hell!?" Jeff exclaimed as he looked down at the tires of his car. "Some on slashed my tires!" Jason jogged over to his car and looked up.

"Adam's too!" he called.

Shane looked at the cars, positively horrified.

"No fuckin' way… This… This is fucked up something's not right here!" he shouted.

"Stop fuckin' shoutin' Shane! Chill the fuck out! It was probably some stupid teen age thug just messin' with us." Matt hissed harshly, worry in his own eyes. Jeff looked to Matt.

"We'll never get Shann to the hospital with our tires fucked to all hell an' back. The woods are too rough. It'll destroy the rims. Let's just start walking back to town." Adam said as calmly as he could manage. Shane shook his head.

"Are you fuckin' crazy!? When there's some lunatic out there slashin' tires and settin' bear traps you wanna walk around in the goddamn woods some more!?" he yelped, wringing his hands and shaking his head. "Not me man! I ain't fuckin' dyin' tonight for some fuckin' episode of the Hardy Show. I'm stayin' right here!"

Matt shook his head and tossed Shane the keys.

"Fine. Here. Get in the damn car and stay here then. I don't fuckin' care." He hissed, stomping off with the others towards the direction they'd come from towards town. It was a good ten miles, he just hoped Shannon would last that long. He took off his shirt, tearing it into two strips, having Jeff stop long enough so he could bind up the wound with it. Shannon buried his face in the back of Jeff's neck, groaning in pain.

"It'll be okay Shann. We'll get you to a hospital as soon as we can." Matt said soothingly. Shannon gripped Jeff tighter as they continued to trudge on.

Shane, however, was fumbling with the keys to unlock the car. He paused for a moment when he heard what sounded suspiciously like footsteps in the dead leaves and twigs on the ground. Coming closer… Behind him. He turned quickly and saw off in the distance, a white figure. He swallowed uneasily.

"What the fuck…? A… G-Ghost?!" he stammered out, trying quickly to unlock the car, and in his hurry breaking the key in the lock.

"Fuck!"

The footsteps quickened to a run, charging Shane. Shane quickly took off at a run heading towards where he'd seen his friends go minutes ago. But he tripped and fell, getting caught up in all sorts of branches and bushes, pushing his way through the thorns. The white figure was coming closer and closer and Shane's body burned with exhaustion. He ran quicker, starting to lose breath and trip more, his fear tingling in his spine as he breathed hard, trying to keep up his pace. Shane cried out as his foot caught on a root and he hit the ground hard. He looked up to see his ghostly figure was a man, in a white hoodie. A grin stretched out over the mans face as Shane recognized him.

"You!" Shane exclaimed. The figure nodded, before pulling a rather large hunting knife and slamming it down into Shane's sternum, ripping a horrified scream from his throat.

Jeff stopped in his track and before he had time to react, Matt was taking off.

"That sounded like Shane!" He called out. Adam looked to Jeff.

"I'll go with Matt. You guys keep heading out. Get Shannon to the hospital as quickly as you can. Get the fuck outta these woods." He said quickly. Jason frowned.

"Adam…" Adam shook his head, giving him a tight hug.

"I'll see you guys again. I promise." He said, before taking off into the woods after Matt.

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Matt covered his mouth to stop himself from puking when he saw his dear friends body laying a bloodied, torn up mess in the leaves and twigs. Adam finally caught up with him, his heart racing.

"Matt… We need to get the hell out of these woods…" Adam said quickly. Matt felt his whole body begin to tremble.

"Who the hell would do this Adam?! Who!?" he rasped. He shook his head and wrung his hands a little before Adam grabbed his wrist.

"There's no time now. We're all gonna die unless we get out of here now!" Adam yelled. Matt nodded.

"Yeah… Yeah you're right." He said, heading passed Adam. He sighed as he walked. He shook his head.

"I just… I can't believe someone would do this… I never thought it could happen to us…" Matt said. "You know what I mean Adam…?"

Matt frowned deeper, a chill creeping up his spine as he realized Adam wasn't right behind him. He looked all around quickly, not seeing Adam anywhere.

"Adam…?" he whimpered. There was a chillingly familiar laugh from up above Matt in the trees and he looked up, seeing a white hooded figure, spattered in blood high above him. He pointed his camera upward at it, trying to breath.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Matt demanded shakily.

"Silly silly Hardy boy…" the figure hissed. Matt started backing up and then, his foot hit something warm and heavy. He looked down, seeing Adam lying there, throat slit, utterly lifeless.

"No! No you mother fucker what the fuck is wrong with you!?" he cried out. The figure hopped down from his branch.

"You… You think I'm crazy…? You… You and that trash brother of yours are the crazy ones! They all love you and you drink and smoke and do all those drugs but no one cares! They laude you as heros and where does that leave me!? You deserve this! All of you do! You're impure… Vile…" the figure shouted. Matt dropped the camera as he came to the realization of who the killer was.

"You…. Why…? Why would you do this!? This… This is royally fucked up! You'll lose your job and go to jail! What the hell is wrong with you!?" Matt rasped, his hands trembling. The figure advanced quickly on Matt and tackled him.

"No! I'm not the one who's wrong! It's you! You and the rest of the world! Not me!!" he cried out, grabbing Matt by the throat and then covering his face with a cloth soaked with chloroform. Matt struggled but everything went incredibly hazy and within moments, he was unconscious.

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Clinking… When Matt moved his hands he could hear the clinking and tinkling of chains. He forced his heavy eyes open, his body heavy and hazy. He could hear something to his left. He weakly turned his head to look and his eyes widened. He was in some kind of abandoned looking house, on a bed with no sheets, cuffed to the head board and gagged so he couldn't cry out for help. On the floor in a heap was Shannon, tied up at the wrists, gagged with a bandana, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"So you're awake now…"

Matt quickly turned his head to the right, eyes locking with his attackers. He reached up and lowered his hood, shaking his hair out. Blood was dried on his cheeks and his lip ring glinted in the light. A crazed smirk stretched across his features.

"Just in time…." He hissed, reaching down by the foot of the bed and grabbing up Jeff by the hair, yanking him to his feet. "You know Matt. I found that people tend to have objects that they care very deeply for and people they care deeper for… Yours is your brother."

Matt yanked at his restraints, groaning against his gag as the cuffs cut into his wrists. Phil smirked dangerously and tugged on Jeff's hair, exposing his throat, a single tear streaming down his cheek as Pink's tongue flicked out and dragged along his ultra sensitive throat.

"O-oooh…" Jeff gave a little whimpering moan. His cheeks were tinged pink with pleasure. Phil laughed darkly.

"How do you feel about drugs now Hardy?" he purred. Jeff shook his head, tugging at his own cuffs that held his hands behind his back. Phil had drugged him and Matt felt his stomach churn uneasily. He couldn't watch this. He closed his eyes tight and looked away, but that didn't stop him from hearing the almost beautiful sounding moans Jeff was making. He hated Phil. Hated him. The man was royally screwed up in the head. Jeff couldn't help but moan. Phil was working his body like he'd known him his whole life. As if it weren't the first time he'd touched him but the hundredth. Phil easily stripped Jeff of his pants and boxers but because of the cuffs he had to use a knife to cut away his hoodie and shirt. Jeff's nerves were shot but his body was hot. He felt more than ashamed that he was being thrown down on top of his fully clothed brother, his erection pressed against Matt's leg. Matt shuddered, his stomach twisting and his mind racing. This humiliation and torture was making him sick, and making his brother hard and horny. It was a difficult situation. Jeff felt a gag being secured in his own mouth and hand't the strength to fight back, the drugs in his system having sapped all his will power. With heavily flushed cheeks he looked up at his brother's face, fear and loathing pumping through his veins. Matt dared to open his eyes and meet his brother's gaze. He gagged a little and quickly closed them again, looking away.

Jeff's mind was beginning to fuzz, and he could hear Phil's clothes being stripped away behind him.

"Sex and drugs and alcohol…" Phil hissed. "Wonderful things until they're being used against you aren't they?"

Jeff moaned against his gag as he felt lubricated fingers slip inside him and touch the very sensitive nerves within. He couldn't help himself, he bucked a little, drawing a grunt of disapproval from Matt. Phil grabbed Jeff up by his hair again, forcing him to his knees as Phil eased himself down onto the bed, and shoved Jeff forward again, Jeff landed with his pelvis pressed against Matt's, his face pressed into his brother's chest as Phil pushed down on the back of his head and continued to thrust his fingers inside him. Jeff had no way of holding himself up off of his brother, and couldn't help his moans at the stimulation. The drug was clouding his mind and he could hardly think as he rocked his hips with Phil's fingers. Somewhere in his mind it registered that this was rape… But damn was it good…

Matt struggled and writhed trying to get away from his naked and hard younger brother, but his squirming only seemed to make Jeff worse. The grinding of his jeans against Jeff's naked erection was making Jeff weak with need. His manhood dripped fluids and were wetting the jean beneath him. Matt wasn't sure what more he could do. He could feel Jeff's hot breath and saliva seeping through the gag onto his collar bone.

"Are you ready to throw up yet Matt? How about you Jeff…? How are you feeling…?" Phil seethed as he removed his fingers and then replaced them in one quick slamming motion with his throbbing erection. Jeff screamed and ground hard down into Matt's pelvis out of reflex. The stimulation was starting to get to Matt and he struggled to get away again, just managing to rip more moans from Jeff. Phil tossed his head back and gave a heady groan at the pleasure. He began to thrust in and out of Jeff, and Jeff continued his steady grinding against his brother. Matt tried to shrink away, back into the mattress and get away from his inebriated brother's warm body while Phil powered in and out of him. Jeff's moans and continuous humping of his crotch was getting to Matt and he was stirring beneath his jeans and near ready to vomit because it was his baby brother and a man who'd just killed two of his best friends possibly three that were causing him to get aroused. He couldn't stand this and it sickened him.

Jeff's thoughts were gone and all he could think of was getting his sweet release, how good it felt to be him right now. He'd lost touch with reality all together, forgetting who he was bucking against and who was slamming into him at such a perfect angle and pace. Phil could feel himself getting close and it wasn't too long before he was crying out and filling Jeff with his seed, Jeff following shortly after him, all the stimulation finally sending him over the edge. Matt felt the hot and sticky fluid dampening his jeans and he felt a little bile rise in his throat, but he swallowed it down. He felt Jeff's warm body leave his own and then, out of nowhere, a cold knife dragging along the underside of his arm and then the inside of his opposite thigh.

"I've just cut into your main arteries… And maybe, if you're lucky, you'll bleed out and die before you catch fire…" Phil hissed. Matt opened his eyes and saw him dressing a very unaware Jeff, before he waved goodbye and dragged Jeff outside. Phil covered the entire bottom floor, then top floor in gasoline, and then the front porch. He got Jeff into his car before he threw the fireplace match at the house and watched it catch fire. He could hear Matt's muffled cried against his gags until the fires roar engulfed it. He smirked.

"I guess some lessons are best learned in slow, agonizing death…" he chuckled darkly before getting in the driver's side and driving away. "You can't stop the killer…"

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To be continued…?