AN: Here's the next chapter, and that's all I have to say about that.

Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.

TheDarknessThatDivides

Matt, Jeff, and Mike met up outside of Victoria's house, Jeff's hands in his pockets, eyes thoughtful. Matt looked at the turtleneck in confusion, but didn't ask any questions. The three of them began walking, Jeff's hand sneaking out to hold onto Matt's. That was the last straw, as far as Matt was concerned, and he stopped walking. He stood in front of Jeff, causing both blonds accompanying him to stop.

"What?" Jeff asked. Mike looked up at the sky.

"What the hell happened?" Jeff swallowed thickly, pulling down the neck of the turtleneck, showing the thick bruises forming on his throat. Matt looked at them, looking as though he might throw up.

"Jeff…" he whispered. Jeff moved his hand, letting the neck come up and cover them once more. "Who…?"

"Hunter. I'm fine, Matt. Victoria said it was a spell, something that's causing the couples in the group to get messed up," Jeff said, meeting his brother's eyes. The little brother had fallen, leaving the leader standing there in front of Matt. "It's not affecting Gail or Michelle because Gail moved out. We're going to find a woman named Katie Lea Burchill. She's the one who is apparently responsible for this. And when we find her, she's as good as dead," Jeff said, eyes blazing. Matt nodded, knowing that look.

The trio continued to walk, closing in on their location. Jeff pointed off to the right, and then off to the left. Mike and Matt shot off in those directions, coming around the back of the house standing in front of them. His phone vibrated once, signaling a text. That meant one of them was in place at the left side and back of the house. Then, his phone vibrated again, meaning the other man was ready at the other side.

Knowing that his 'back-up' was in place, Jeff moved, knocking on the door. A few minutes after he knocked, a woman appeared.

"Who are you?" she asked, her British accent showing disgust.

"You're Katie Lea, right?" Jeff asked. The woman looked him up and down.

"Yes, and you are?" Jeff didn't answer. His hand shot out, grabbing Katie's hair as he dragged her out of the house. She screamed in agony, clawing at him. Jeff waited on the doorstep, watching as Mike and Matt ran around to the front of the house.

"Mike, make sure no one else is in there. If they are, bring them out here," Jeff said. Mike nodded and ran inside. Matt grabbed the back of Katie's neck, twisting his wrist slightly, hitting a pressure point. The woman went limp, falling to the ground.

"Matt, I need you to carry her," Jeff said. Matt nodded, picking her up. Suddenly, Mike flew out of the house, swearing loudly. He managed to twist his body in the air, landing on his side and rolling a few inches instead of slamming on the ground and breaking something.

"She's gotta have some kind of defenses on the house or something," Mike said. Jeff looked at Matt for a moment before he walked up, closing the door, a minor jolt going through him.

"Well, if there was anyone in the house, they can know we took her," Jeff replied. Mike nodded, rolling his shoulder.

"Fine with me," He stated. Matt nodded his agreement.

"Good. We're going to take her to the house. Then, we'll get some answers."

TheDarknessThatDivides

When Katie awoke, she found herself tied to a chair. She frowned, squirming slightly. She couldn't see much, for above her was a circular light, that only shed a small circle of light on the room. She shivered slightly, goosebumps rising on her skin. She was scared, and the fact that she was terrified her more than the emotion itself.

"Oh, good, you're awake."

Katie blinked as two figures moved forward. They looked similar enough, though one was darker than the other, both in skin tone and in hair color. They wore matching black pants, both clinging to their hips and then flaring out to cover the rest of their legs. The one on the left, with the multi-colored hair, had long straps hanging down the back of his, handcuffs holding the cuffs to the pants. The other one had no straps. Their shirts had identical black shirts with hand-painted Hs on them, that faded from green to purple.

"What am I doing here?" she asked. The dark one moved forward, eyes narrowed. That was when Katie saw the curved and wicked blade in his hand. Her eyes remained on it for a moment before she looked up at them.

"You know what this means, huh?" the multi-colored one asked, kneeling on the ground. Katie nodded once. The dark man grinned.

"Good," he said. "You're going to answer some questions for us. In case you haven't figured out who we are yet…"

Both boys moved toward her, flipping their right hands over. There, in contrasting black and purple ink, was the symbol that made her blood race, her heart pound. The symbol of The Undertaker, the same house she had cursed. Her eyes slowly moved up to look at them.

"I can explain-"

She was cut off by the blade digging into her hand, the multi-colored man rolling his eyes as the dark one came forward and stabbed her. She screamed out in pain, and he removed the blade.

"You weren't asked to speak. You'll answer our questions, got it?" he said. She nodded, and the multi-colored man came over, calmly wrapping her hand so the bleeding didn't get too bad.

"Why'd you cast the spell?"

"I was hired," she spat out, hissing in pain.

"By who?"

"This guy who claimed to have ties to a guy named Kane. I dug a little deeper and he told me that Kane was the rival of the Undertaker's, and that he also tried to claim that he had Kane in his pocket. He said that the man, Rey, wasn't supposed to be an issue, but Kane was killed by him because he didn't know as much as he thought he did," Katie spat out. The two of them looked at each other.

"Why?"

"He said that there was someone here he wanted, someone who was taken by one of you. The only reason I did it was because he was paying me."

"Who?"

"… Who was it he wanted or who was it that hired me?"

The dark man stabbed her other hand.

"Both."

"The man he claimed he wanted was named… Mizanin. The one that hired me was called… the Masterpiece… He said his name was Chris Masters."

The two looked at each other again, and the lighter man nodded toward an area behind him. The darker one gave him the knife and ran into the darkness.

"Where can we find… Masters?" he asked.

"He hangs out at this upscale Greek restaurant… The Grove of Bacchus," Katie said. He nodded, carefully wrapping her other hand up before he turned, hitting her with the hilt of the knife. Katie heard the knife hit the ground, and then the world went black.

TBC

AN: The end is near, my dears. I predict… two to three more chapters. Longer than Consumes, but eh. It is what it is.

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