Title: House of Predators
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Rating: M for slash, violence, sadistic tendencies, language, alcohol, etc.
Disclaimer: I no own. Okey-dokey? But in this chapter, I mention one OC, and I own her. Only her.
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.
Ugh…so tired.
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Chris looked at Jay in confusion. "You know where they are?" he repeated. "How do you just know where they are?"
Jay didn't answer. He ran his hands over the blood-written words, a bit of dark liquid on his fingers when he pulled back. "Still not dry," he muttered, talking more to himself then to his subordinate.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Jay finally turned to Chris, rubbing his fingers together. "How the fuck do you know where they are?" Irvine yelled at him in anger.
Jay still didn't answer. He pulled out his radio and held it up to his face. "Brooks," he called. "Get Hardy in the car."
"Did you find anything?" Phil called back.
"Just get Hardy in the car," Jay ordered. "Don't answer any questions." He slid the radio back in his belt and finally acknowledged Chris. "Now, you want to know how I know where they are, Irvine?"
"Yes!"
Jay took a deep breath. He played with his gun, disassembling and reassembling it as he started his story. "Back when I started on the force, I was a jobber. I didn't leave my desk very often and did paperwork for the higher-ups. About 3 years into the job, they put me out on my first big assignment. You remember Kane?"
"Glenn Jacobs?" Chris clarified. "Wasn't he…?"
"Calaway's half-brother," Jay replied. "Kane was the best on the force 'till the accident. He took me out on that assignment to find Calaway. We went where all the evidence pointed, but didn't find anything. What we found was a picture of his latest victim taped to the wall. Dried blood formed 'Come and get me, brother' on the wall above it."
"You think he'll be in the same place?" Chris asked as they started back outside.
Jay shook his head. "But I know where he's hiding now."
~.**.~
"Is it open?"
John tried the handle, but it was no use. The door was locked. Cody readjusted his grip on Evan, the brunette staying still on his back since his legs weren't working all that well. "Face it, none of these doors open," the model muttered. "We're stuck here."
"Door…"
"Shawn, help me." Shawn and Cody gently set Evan on the ground, Cody wiping dirt off his face. "Evan, do you know a door that's open?"
Evan nodded weakly. "M-My room," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Door…Open…Way out…"
"You think he's right?" Cody asked, looking up at the older blonde.
Shawn breathed deeply. "Only one way to find out," he replied.
~.**.~
Jeff whimpered in fear, watching Mark and Adam circle him. "I want Matty," he whimpered. "I want Matty. I want my brother."
"Big brother won't be able to save you now," Adam smirked. He smoothed Jeff's hair down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "You're ours now." He looked back at Mark. "Master?"
"Do as you wish, my pet," the Undertaker said.
Adam looked down at his new favorite pet and ran his fingers through the teal-streaked hair as he thought. He grinned and moved away for a few minutes, coming back with a sharp knife in his hands. "Do you remember this, Jeffrey?" he asked, kneeling in front of Jeff and holding the knife in front of his face. Jeff shook his head slowly, breath catching in his throat. It was the same knife he'd chosen when he'd first woken up in the dark room with a ringing phone.
"Now, I'm just going to ask you some questions," Adam said. He rested the blade against the younger's bare arm. Jeff flinched and watched as a small river of blood dripped down his arm. "What is your name?"
"J-Jeff…" the blonde said softly.
"More."
Jeff swallowed. "Jeffrey Nero Hardy."
Adam grinned. "Good." Jeff screamed.
~.**.~
Cody shifted Evan's position slightly, looking down the hallway. "Are you sure this is the right way, Ev?" he asked.
The smaller brunette nodded. He pointed down the dark hall. "3rd door on the right," he said softly. They headed down the hall and soon found themselves at the door Evan told them about.
"Is it even open?" John asked.
"Only one way to find out." Shawn tried the handle, the door swinging open with a loud creak. "Can you see anything?"
John shook his head. "Pitch black," he muttered, more to himself then to anyone else. They stepped in. The door suddenly slammed shut and locked behind them. The lights flickered on.
"Hello there."
All 4 froze in their place. Ted stood against the far wall, a small snake moving over his hands. Randy was sitting against the wall on the blood-stained sheets on the bed, flipping through a deck of cards. Hunter was leaning against the TV Orton had used with Evan, playing with a tape, another sticking out of his pocket. Mike was leaning against the wall just beside the door, a key tied around his neck on a string and a black fedora covered his hair.
"Hello, baby Bourne," Randy said with a grin. Evan whimpered softly and buried his face in Cody's shirt. "Aw, you don't want to talk to me?"
"I see you've found out about the exit in here," Ted said. Cody stayed dead silent, setting Evan on his feet and helping him stand as they moved to hide behind John. "Not like you'll be gaining any access to it."
"Who the fuck are you?" John growled. Sure, he was scared, but he was determined not to show it.
"Randal Keith Orton," Randy introduced with a bow.
"Hunter Hearts Helmsley," Hunter introduced, raising his eyebrow at Shawn.
"Michael Mizanin," Mike introduced, playing with the key around his neck. John noticed it and his gaze hardened. It was the key that could've saved Mikayla's life. It had been around his neck the whole time. He had had no chance to save her life.
"Theodore Marvin DiBiase, Jr.," Ted introduced. He grinned at Cody, the brunette hiding more behind John.
"Serial killer extraordinaires," they all said together. The four victims swallowed.
~.**.~
Tears streamed down Jeff's face as he looked down at his arms and the blood coating them. "Isn't his blood beautiful?" Adam asked. He used two fingers and swiped them down the length of the young Hardy's arm and brought them back bloody. Mark took his hand and ran his tongue over the blood, humming low in his throat at the taste. "Doesn't he taste perfect?"
"Let's see how he feels." Mark undid the straps keeping Jeff's ankles and wrists to the arms and legs of the chair. He pulled the blonde out of the chair and turned him over on his hands and knees, Jeff crying weakly as blood continued to run down his arms.
"Please…" Jeff could only beg hoarsely as his pants and boxers were ripped off to leave the lower half of his body completely bare. His voice was completely shot from screaming and crying that he could barely speak.
"Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey," Adam said in a scolding tone of voice. "We both know that you're just a slut. You want this."
"N-No…" Jeff didn't have any strength to stop it as Mark thrust into his body with no preparation or warning at all. Jeff collapsed, the grip Mark had on his hips the only thing keep him in place. His head fell forward, mouth open in a silent scream as more and more tears streamed down his face. He could feel liquid coating Mark's cock as it shot in and out of him and he was certain that it was blood.
"Come on, Jeffrey, cheer up," Adam said, lifting the smaller's chin. He looked back at Mark. "How is he?"
"Tight," Mark grunted as he kept fucking Jeff. "Virgin tight." Jeff's body spasmed when Mark hit his prostate, a small jolt of pleasure coming through the massive amounts of pain. He whimpered loudly. "Take care of his mouth."
"With pleasure." Adam unzipped his pants and took out his own erection that had formed while he watched Jeff get fucked by his master. He held his cock out to Jeff's mouth, pressing it against the closed lips. "Come on, Jeffrey, open up." Jeff whimpered as Mark gave a particularly hard thrust, but kept his mouth shut.
"Open," Mark growled. He thrust hard into the small blonde and Jeff's mouth opened in a silent scream. Adam immediately thrust into his mouth before he could close it, moaning softly at the hot space.
"Oh fuck yeah." He twisted his hands in Jeff's hair and thrust into the unwilling mouth, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of the younger's mouth. "Come on, Jeffrey. Suck me like those lollipops I know you love."
Jeff whimpered around the cock in his mouth, but it only served to make Adam even harder and make him thrust harder.
~.**.~
Jay pulled up in front of a large mansion, parking the car. "Is this it?" Chris asked, looking out the window.
"This place has been abandoned for 50 years," Phil said. "This can't be it."
"This is it," Jay said. He climbed out of the car and popped the trunk. He pulled out a few handguns and stuck them in various holsters on his belt, stocking up with several clips as well. A fully automated shotgun was slung across his back with enough ammo to last him stuffed in a bag hanging from his waist. "I made the mistake of not killing Calaway when I had the chance all those years ago," he said, cocking one of the handguns. "I'm not gonna make that mistake again." He looked back at his subordinates. "Brooks, stay with the car. Irvine, Hardy, you two are with me. Keep a look out for anything out of the ordinary."
"We're about to storm a mansion that no one's lived in for over half a decade," Chris mused. "I'm pretty sure anything else is just normal."
Jay moved in. He found the front door to be locked, but one shot to the lock itself and he kicked the heavy wood in.
~.**.~
Hunter, Randy, Ted, and Mike looked behind them when they heard something from downstairs. Mike choked suddenly and fell to the ground, blood pouring out a gash in his stomach. John stood over him, a bloody knife he'd found in their search for an exit in his hand. Mike coughed up blood. John didn't show any compassion as he grabbed Mike's hair and jerked his head back, slashing the blade across his throat and watching his skin grow red with his own blood.
"That's for killing Mikayla, you asshole," he growled in anger as he stepped back.
"You just killed Miz," Ted said in disbelief as Mike's body collapsed onto the ground, his blood staining the wood floor. "You killed Mike."
John held the knife in slightly shaking hands as he looked at the other 3 serial killers in the room. "Let. Us. Leave," he said, trying to sound as forceful as he could.
Randy laughed. "You're not going anywhere," he said with a grin that made the 4 in front of him shiver.
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One chapter left!:)
Yeah, I killed Mike. Go figure. He's the one I love to hate:) lol Naw, I love Mizzy. He's fun to mess with and in muse form, he's pretty damn entertainingXD
