Chapter 4- Matt Hardy

Thousands of them… just thousands… and we had no one else to turn to for help. I hovered in the sky defiantly as a sea of damned immortals confronted my group. They stood in rows of hundreds… grinning from ear to ear at their likely hoods of victory. "Ideas?" questioned Ken Kennedy. "I don't like the look they are giving us"

"One, but none of you are going to like it"

"Do we have any other option right now?" asked London. "We have to do it!"

I knew what must be done, but those who just became immortal would be horrified to it. I summoned my speed, my special ability, I can go faster than the speed of light and no immortal can catch me, hell the Undertaker still can't no matter how hard he tries! I used it to cut the first three rows of the damned, just nicking them enough to bleed. When accomplished I turned to the others. "Focus on their blood!" was my order.

Kennedy, CM Punk, Edge, London, Kendrick, Cody, Hass, Sheldon and I focus. Mr. Kennedy was the first to be horrified; blood flowed out of the damned like rivers, and converged to them. "Matt…" Ken asked nervously.

He watched as I opened my mouth and took in the blood, he reluctantly did the same; it took out three rows of immortals, but many more to go. However that trick allowed us to do another thing no damned could ever accomplish. My friends began to stare at their arms, they felt the crimson power flowing through their flesh and bone, energizing them with strength none knew existed. Edge and I have felt it; it's one of the only ways we can get stronger at such a young age. "This… feels rather good," grinned CM Punk. His eyes stared hungrily at the damned. "Let's do it again!"

That was the draw back of this particular power; you become possessed with hunger, when you don't really need to feed. It makes your mind a one track thought. However at the rate we are going at. It's for the best, go all in… or not go at all. It was the desperation we faced right now.

"In the words of the 300 movie… Take from them… everything… leave them… NOTHING!" called out Edge. In a burst of power and strength, we attacked head on against the damned.

The battle shifted momentum. We were winning! But… we were getting tired and full, there is only so much blood a vampire can take forcibly. The moment we began to slow down did another wave of damned come towards us. We cannot keep this up! I got battered and crashed into the arena roof; one vampire was coming down with a blade, aimed at my neck! I prepared for it, until another sword blocked it! The damned was killed! His head taken from his shoulders, an immortal I have never seen before assisted me. I got off the ground and saw the sky full of them. "Fang said you could use some help?" the strange vampire asked.

"What took you so long?" I smirked. Looking down I saw there had been a new surge of creatures… not fighting for the dark… but for us! Fang led the charge as he skillfully manipulated his venom to take out the dark creatures. We were regaining our ground, however another wave of damned and dark creatures came… they weren't killing any of our own for a strange reason… we would be battered and bloodied… yet… they aren't on a rampage.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked myself. Taker came from nowhere, landing next to me. "Matt, we need to get back inside. They ain't interested in wasting power on us!" he said.

"They're after Sage…" I muttered.

He nodded his head to me. "We got to get her out of there, by any means… if they kill her… Then this will just be a taste of things to come, you know that too… don't you?"

I nodded my head as I pounded into the roof, making a hole I allowed Taker to go in first. I followed. We got to get word to Kane; he has to get his family out now! Or none of them are going to make it!