So, I'm sure you have all heard by now that Randy Orton got suspended for 60 days for violating the wellness policy. Are you all as bummed as I am? =[ I am, literally, SO upset. He probably won't be able to come back till almost SummerSlam in August! Thoughts?

Hey everyone! Thanks for checkin out the last chapter and dropping a review! Figured I would have the other superstars involved more in the danger this time around, though most of the heat will stay on Randy since that is who Jeff is really after! I do have a bunch of ideas swimming in my head though, so keep reading on! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 10- Mistrust

The van stopped and the four men held their breath. John jumped up and looked out the vans back windows, spotting another van and nothing around them but empty lots and abandoned buildings.

"Is there another van there?" Triple H said, hoping there would be one so they were sure Randy was going to the same place they were.

"Yeah."

The doors swung open and John jumped back immediately.

"Out." Clark ordered.

The four men jumped out of the van and saw an abandoned building that was different from the rest. The one they were closest too, the one they assumed they were going into, had lights on and people walking around inside.

"Start walkin." Clark ordered again.

"Where's Randy?" Triple H questioned, unwilling to move.

Just as he said it, Jeff walked out of the van with Randy walking slightly ahead of him. Clark turned back to Triple H with a sinister and sarcastic smile.

"Satisfied? Now, move it!"

Triple H passed him a dirty look and began moving. He was here 10 minutes and already felt like he was losing his mind, getting orders barked at him constantly. He could only imagine what Randy must feel like. He'd been taken by these guys once before and it had been for days and he's been getting chased around ever since. Triple H took the moment to look at Randy and knew that he felt defeated. There was still a fire in his eyes, but he could see it going out.

"Move it, pretty boy." Jeff said to Randy, shoving the gun into his back and motioning him toward the house.

Randy hesitated, just like he always did, not wanting to give in right away but knowing he had no choice but to listen in the end. Jeff shoved the gun in his back harder and Randy slowly started to walk toward the building. Triple H's stare lingered a moment longer and then he walked next to John.

"We have to do something." Triple H whispered, as they were also motioned into the building.

"I know... we have to talk to Randy. We can't really do anything unless we all know about it." John said.

"You guys hatching up a plan?" CM Punk said, walking next to them.

"We're trying, but we can't do anything until we get Randy alone." Triple H said. CM Punk nodded in disappointment.

"Stop. You four, get in the room right there." Clark said.

The four walked in and turned around, facing the door.

"I'm going to be nice and give you some time with your buddy here." Jeff said, pulling Randy towards the room. Before Randy could walk in though, Jeff pulled him backwards and held him close.

"Don't get too comfortable." Jeff said to him. Randy just shook involuntarily and was then pushed into the room and the door to the room closed.

John immediately hugged Randy, which Randy accepted gratefully.

"Are you alright?" John said, noticing a bruise on the side of Randy's head.

"Yeah... I'm-"

Randy was interrupted by a tight hug from Triple H. Randy smirked at him when he finally pulled away.

"...fine." Randy finished. Randy then received hugs from the other two men.

"You guys should have never come here. I should've known that they would have found me." Randy stated, walking back and forth in the room.

"Even if you would've told us to stay away, we wouldn't have listened. You needed help." Triple H said, trying to lighten the guilt he knew Randy was carrying.

"How did they find you?" Wade asked.

Randy shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, after I got away from them on the highway and outran them in the woods, I just started walking on the road and stopped at the first motel I saw. I guess they just figured I would be there."

"Well, at least we're all in the same place." John said.

"Yeah... great." Wade responded.

"If you don't have anything helpful to say, then just shut up, Wade." CM Punk said, rolling his eyes in Wade's direction.

"No, I won't shut up. John and Hunter have been acting like getting caught by these guys was a blessing! They don't realize the kind of danger we're in. You know, Randy! You know that these guys will kill us at anytime! They want you alive, not any of us." Wade said, desperate to get someone to understand.

"If they wanted us dead, they would have done it already." John said.

"They don't want me alive, trust me. Can we just focus on how we're going to get out of here?" Randy said, trying to change the subject.

John started looking around the room, but there was nothing but wall. No windows, any other doors, just the one door they came in through and nothing more.

"We're going to have to beat up whoever comes into the room and hope they have a weapon. Maybe we can just threaten our way out." Triple H said.

"Longshot... there's like 15 men out there. One gun isn't going to scare them." Wade pointed out.

"Better than anything you've come up with... which is nothing." CM Punk responded.

Wade rolled his eyes.

"Does anyone know you guys came here?" Randy asked.

"Sheamus knows. Hopefully he'll tell someone when we don't show up to get on the plane to go to the next city tomorrow." Triple H said.

"If we make it till tomorrow." Wade said.

The superstars were so involved in their conversation, they didn't even hear the door to the room open.

"He's got a point. There is no guarantee you'll be alive tomorrow. Hell, you may not be alive 5 minutes from now." Jeff said, standing in the doorway.

"Don't you think you've caused Randy enough trouble? Just let us leave." John tried to reason.

Jeff laughed in disbelief.

"Caused him enough trouble? He killed my kid, my best friend, and sent me to prison. He hasn't even begun to pay yet."

"I only did that because you came after me and I did nothing to you!" Randy yelled back, tired of Jeff throwing out the same excuses. He should have never gotten involved with Moore, none of this would have happened if he just stayed away.

"Maybe... but I'm the type of guy who likes to even the odds. Somehow, scaring you and giving you a few punches doesn't seem to even out with murdering my child."

Randy just shook his head.

"Then just kill me." Randy said.

"Randy, stop it." Triple H said, his eyes shifting between Randy and Jeff.

"You would like that, wouldn't you? What's the matter? You can't live with the guilt? Can't live with the fact that you are responsible for the deaths of two people?" Jeff said, trying to get in Randy's head.

"I don't feel guilty. I'm sick of looking over my shoulder so if you're going to kill me... you might as well just do it now."

"Randy... shut up!" Wade yelled.

"I would listen to your friend." Jeff said.

"If you don't... I'm just going to get away again. I always do."

Randy knew that Jeff was starting to get really angry. Jeff also knew that Randy was right, that anytime they had tried to get to Randy in the past, he'd always gotten away.

Jeff walked closer to Randy, getting right in his face. Randy stood his ground.

"But, you're not the only one here, are you? I wonder if your friends are as lucky as you are."

Randy took a moment to glance at John, HHH, CM Punk, and Wade. Their faces showed worry and anger. Temporarily distracted, Randy didn't notice Jeff grab a taser from Clark. Before he knew it, a sting on his neck sent him crashing to the floor.

Randy let out a painful grunt.

"RANDY!" John yelled.

The four men started running to him and Clark pulled out his gun and aimed it at them. With no choice, they backed off.

Jeff bent down next to Randy who was holding his neck. Randy remembered the first time that he got hit with a taser and this time felt like it hurt a million times more.

Jeff looked at the horrified faces of John and the other three men trying to get to Randy and immediately loved the idea of them being here. Jeff grabbed Randy by the chin, and Randy felt to weak to pull away, his full concentration on the painful burn on his neck.

"Besides... I don't know why you think you're so lucky. No matter where you run, I always find you. Doesn't that strike you as odd?" Jeff said, pulling Randy closer, their noses practically touching.

Randy tried to pull Jeff's hand away, but Jeff whacked his hand away and kept talking.

"How is it that I always find you? I knew where you were at the gas station, I knew when you left town to come back to Seattle to find me, I knew about the motel. How would I know all that? I mean, you only told your four pals over there, right?"

John, HHH, CM Punk, and Wade all looked around at each other, knowing what Jeff was trying to say.

Jeff let go of Randy and Randy rubbed his chin.

"You just followed me." Randy said, providing the only other explanation he could about how Jeff kept finding him, but, even he had to admit that Jeff had a point. How could he possibly have tracked Randy's every move so perfectly?

Jeff smiled, as Randy struggled to pick himself up off the floor.

"You're giving me way to much credit. You owe some of it to one of your friends."

Jeff roughly patted Randy's cheek, while Randy just frustratedly jerked his head away.

"I'll let that sink in there, champ." Jeff said, smirking in Clark's direction as they both walked out.

As soon as the door closed, Randy rubbed his neck, feeling the after effects of the taser. John, HHH, CM Punk, and Wade hurriedly ran up to him. John knelt down to his friend.

"My God... are you alright?" John said, grabbing Randy's arm to help him up.

Randy stood up as well as he could, pulling himself away from John. His stare lingered on the four men who now stood in front of him.

"I'm fine."

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