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.

Thanks to slashdlite and M. Cuevas for reviewing.

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"I've got it!"

Jay looked over as Chris jumped out of his seat with a grin on his face. "Care to share with the rest of the class?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"We put tags on all our main security threats, right?" Irvine asked. "Well, I know Copeland, Helmsley, DiBiase, Orton, and Mizanin weren't tagged because they hadn't been moved to maximum security before they escaped. But Calaway was in maximum security when he escaped!"

"So he should still be tagged," Jay finished. He held his pencil in his mouth as his fingers flew over the keyboard.

"Um…tagged?" Matt repeated.

"If you're a high threat to yourself and/or others, you're moved to maximum security," Phil explained. "Every single guy in there has a small GPS tracking device put under their skin right about here," he pointed to the left side of his chest just below his collarbone, "so we know where they are at all times."

"And it looks like Calaway forgot about his," Jay interrupted. He tapped the end of his pencil against the screen. "Looks like they're using one of the old fruit warehouses." He stood up. "Irvine, Brooks. Take Hardy down to Cena."

"Yes, sir," the two lower officers said with a salute.

"Hang on a second, you're leaving me here?" Matt asked before they could leave. "That's my brother you're going to save. I'm not gonna let you leave me behind."

"Calm down," Jay muttered. "Cena's gonna get you some protection. You may still be useful."

Phil and Chris took Matt down a couple flights of stairs to a room with a steel door with a small window near the top. "Hey, John," Chris called. "Got a new project for you."

"Please say its not another hooker that needs protection from some dude she fucked who wants to kill her." The tall and strong brunette man in the room wiped his hands on a towel and stuffed it over the waist of his jeans before turning around to face them. He looked Matt up and down with a grin. "Well, definitely doesn't look like a hooker."

"Matt Hardy, John Cena," Phil introduced. "John, we need some protection for Hardy. He's coming with us."

"You got any experience, Matt?" John asked as he dug through a bucket sitting on a metal counter.

"I wrestled all through high school and college," the raven replied. "That help at all?"

John just grinned. "Not unless you wrestled with guns in your hands and shot each other," he joked. "Come on, don't you Southern boys know how to shoot?"

"Course I know how to shoot!" Matt argued, then got a bit confused. "How did you know I'm from the South?"

"Accent, man," John replied. He turned around with a 10 mm Glock in his hands. "Okay, basic safety rules and I'm pretty sure you know all of them. Safety on unless you're prepared to fire, don't shoot Chris, Jay, or Phil 'cause they will shoot you back, extra rounds are in here as well as a second one just like this. Arms up, please." John wrapped a thick black belt buckled in the back around Matt's waist. A second gun and holster, a holster for the first gun, and a couple rounds were attached to the belt as well as a radio and a small first-aid kit. "Standard belt. First-aid kit, radio to call in every so often." He tossed a bulletproof vest at the elder Hardy. "That'll keep you safe from most far-range shots. Get too close and it won't protect you much anymore." He looked at Phil and Chris. "Anything else I forgot?"

"And don't loose your temper," Phil said as he geared up himself. "There's gonna be others there in trouble besides your little brother and we need to worry about them getting hurt as well."

"Chris." John tossed the blonde a set of keys. "Take my car. Just had Barrett fix the engine up. Goes faster now. There should be a few guns under the seats and plenty of mags."

"Thanks, John," Chris said, grabbing his gun and walking out with the other two behind him.

~.**.~

John pulled the last needle out of his arm with a hissed curse. Dots of red mottles his arm from his wrist to his elbow and small drops of blood ran down his arm in small rivers.

"John?"

The brunette looked up when he heard a voice. Shawn pushed open the door, waiting in the hallway. "Where's the others?" John asked. Shawn shook his head.

"Shawn…"

Cody's voice sounded raspy and hoarse, the brunette appearing behind Shawn a few seconds later. "Are you okay?" Shawn asked. He moved the brunette's hand away from his throat and frowned at the light bruising that showed. "What happened?"

"Round two," was all Cody said.

"Well, looks like we all had to kill someone for our "round"," John said with air quotes. He didn't notice Cody's hand move back to his throat and his gulping. "Now we need to find Jeff and get the fuck out of here."

"I heard something move down there," Cody interrupted softly, "but the door was locked."

"John, do you have a bobby pin?" Shawn asked.

"I'm not a goddamn woman," John muttered.

"But you're a model," Cody said.

John growled softly under his breath. He turned to face the mutilated body of his assistant. The saw had severed her neck from the rest of her body, her torso and lower body lying in a tangled bloody heap. Her head was still strapped to the wall thanks to the band around her neck, blood dripping from her neck and matting her long blonde hair. John moved closer, seeing a bobby pin keeping her bangs back. "Mickayla, I'm sorry," he whispered. He pulled the pin out and her hair flopped forward to cover her wide, scared, mascara-smeared eyes. He tossed the pin at Shawn. "Here."

Cody led the other two down the hall, stopping in front of a wooden door. Soft sobs were coming through. Shawn knelt down and started to pick the lock with Mickayla's bobby pin. "Thought you were the wholesome kindergarten teacher," John said.

"Before I was a teacher, I got in all sorts of trouble," Shawn replied as he continued to work. "Teachers, friends, parents, everyone called me a degenerate. Said I would never amount to anything."

"And now you're stuck here with no way out with homicidal maniacs trying to teach us some fucked up lesson that will eventually kill us," John said. "Ironic, isn't it."

Shawn grinned just a bit when the door finally unlocked. He pushed it open, not one of the three knowing what was on the other side. "Evan!" Cody ran forward when he saw the brunette lying on the bed with his arms still tied behind his back.

Shawn and John didn't say anything as they walked in the room, staring at the brunette Cody was trying to help on the bed. Evan was naked from the waist down, blood staining the dirty white sheets he was lying on. His pants and boxers were tossed in a corner and his arms were tied around his back. "Help me!" Cody begged, frantically pulling on the ropes. The two others finally moved, helping to untie the brunette's arms. Cody helped pull Evan's pants and boxers back on, letting the brunette lean on him as they sat him up. "Evan," Cody said softly, gently slapping his face. "Evan, come on, wake up."

"C…Cod…" Evan's eyes fluttered open just a bit.

"We need to find Jeff," Cody said, looking up at the others. "If Evan is this bad, there's not telling what happened to him."

~.**.~

"Jay!"

The blonde turned his head slightly and caught the keys Chris tossed at him. "Cena gave you his car?" he asked when he looked at the keys closer.

"As long as we don't destroy it," Irvine said with a grin.

"How 'bout you, Hardy?" Jay called behind him. "You ready?"

Matt took a deep breath. "To get my baby brother back?" he asked. A small grin formed on his face. "Hell yeah, I'm ready."

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I know, I know, Jeff's not in this chapter. Sorry 'bout that. He'll be in the next chapter, though. Promise.

Now I leave you to watch TNA 'cause there's a TNA Heavyweight Championship match between Ken Anderson and Jeff Hardy tonight and it's gonna be sweet. :)