A/N: Finally got this chapter finish. Sorry it took so long, I will try and not to let this story take as long to get up as World. :)
2 days later the Twisted are rejoined with their families.
It was the hardest thing for these men, to walk up to the strange men and little girl and except the invitation when all they wanted to do was beat them all till were told where their families were. But they knew that would get them nowhere and their families, most likely, killed. Following the instructions given, they left immediately for the airport, where a large private plane awaited them. The trip lasted a few hours, giving the poor man too much time to worry about what they will find at the other end and what they will be forced to do when they got there.
As the windows in the passenger section of the plane, where the men sat, were all tinted no one knew where they were going, but both Orton and Jeff, somehow, figured they were headed overseas. This seemed to be confirmed when they felt the plane land, but were told they had yet to reach their destination, that the stop was just to refuel. A few times, during the flight, Glen had noticed Phil flinch for no apparent cause. But since his eyes were closed he assumed the young man was having a bad dream. He, in fact, gave the boy credit for being smart enough to think to get some rest, seeing as none knew what was in store for them at the destination. He expressed then to the others, noting to them that Punk was taking this time to nap and that it might be a good idea if they all did the same. The other readily agreed, but even so, they all found it hard to asleep, for more then a few minutes.
A few more hours passed. Glen was shaken awake from a very unrestful sleep with the voice of Paul drifting through the fog. "Hey I think where landing, big guy" Sitting up Glen glanced around seeing other's being woken up as the little girl made her way into their section of the plane. It was then that Glen realized that though the men of their new 'employer' boarded the plane with them, none of them had since them since the flight started, just a flight attendant who saw to their eating and drinking needs. The girl stopped just beyond the entrance to the back section of the plane and once more opened her mouth. And just as Phil had experienced a voice issued forth.
"Welcome gentlemen. I am so very pleased you finally came to the right decision, for your selves and for your loved ones.
In a moment you shall disembark from the plane and find two vehicles at the ready to whisk you away from the shadows of the lives you have been forced to live, since your ascension to a higher state of being, and into the light of your future dominance of the world. I know, right now, some of you most likely hold some animosity towards me and my drastic actions to gain your position in my campaign, but I assure you, those resentful feelings shall pass in time, when find your selves and your progeny living in a world where you are the normal and humans are the freaks.
But I will hold off on any more speech making till we are finally face to face. Enjoy your trip to your new home. I look forward eagerly to our first meeting.
Oh yes, sadly you will need to carry your young friend from the plane. I fear he will be out a bit longer."
With those strange words the girl closed her mouth, turned and retreated through the door she entered by. The others looked at each other confused till Jeff glanced about and came to the sudden realization that Phil was still in his chair asleep, or so it appeared. "Oh man, Punk's still out" He rushed to the young man's side shaking him gently at first, trying to rouse the man from his slumber, but nothing, not even Glen's grabbing the young man by his shoulders and shaking him roughly seemed to rouse him.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" asked Adam, a hint of worry and fear tingeing his voice.
Randy moved the others away as he kneeled before the somnolent wrestler, feeling his pulse, and creaking his eyelids open to peer into his eyes. "I'd say he is sleeping." The others send the young man sour looks, as Jeff pipes in.
"It's more liked a forced sleep, I think." Responds the other intelligently supercharged member of their group. My guess our new 'ally' did it for some reason.
"Nice" grumbles Glen, "Great way to start a relationship. This guys is pissing me off more and more each second."
The others nod their concurrence. With no other options Dave lifts the dozing Phil as the other turn and file out of the side door of the plane that had opened once the little girl had departed. The blast of cold air that greeted them, where as shocking as the barely visible mountains in the distance. It was clearly night, wherever they were, so they could not make out what mountain range they were looking at, or what country it could reside in. but it was clearly huge and expansive.
They would have like to stall, to try and get a better bearing on their location, but the chill air, would not allow it, as none of them were currently dressed for nearly freezing weather. They all rushed down the stairs of the gangway and to two large black Hummers parked not far from where the plane was parked. It was not lost on anyone that the vehicles, like the plane, had tinted windows.
They quickly loaded into the Hummers, Glen, Paul, Randy and Adam, in one and Jeff, Matt and Dave with Phil in the other. All the men were forced to sit in the back of their chosen ride, separated from their drivers by a very dark and thick looking partition. Glen even rapped on it with his knuckles to test its strength, grunting annoyed as he settle back his arms folded over his chest.
"If Phil was awake he could have phased into the front and got a look at where we were going" comments Glen.
Randy frowns then shakes his head, "I think that is why he's he doing the Rip Van Winkle. The others look to him for explanation, "think about it, Outside of Mark, Phil's the only one with the ability to move freely. Hard to contain him and with this new aspect of his power emerging, he'd prove hard to keep from knowing where we are and where we are going" he looks at the others as it dawns on them the reason the young man was put under.
"So this guy knows about our powers already?" asks Paul.
"Looks like it, which means he's either been studying us a long time, or he has the ability to detect and know what other, like us, have for powers." Orton frowns worriedly, "That can prove to be really bad and be a disadvantage. He knows what we can do, but we only know he can manipulate people's minds and talk through that little girl."
The others are less then pleased at this revelation. Glen's mind is on other things though, "Do you think he has something to do with what happened to my brother?" he turns fully to Randy.
"No idea big guy, but from what I have seen so far, I would not be surprised, I doubt it's beyond his ability." Comes Randy's reluctant reply.
Glen's eyes narrow sending a chill down Randy's back as he hopes the anger he sees in the man's eyes are not directed at him, "Well I'm going to find out, and if he is, I will beat him till he brings Mark back." It's said in a very low voice, nearly a growl that leaves the other men in the Hummer with no doubt that Glen means every word he has said.
The rest of the ride in the front car is silent, as no one wishes to engage anyone else in conversation that might set off Glen, or bring up other unpleasant thoughts. The second car is not as solemn, as Jeff and Matt decide to while away the ride trying to figure out how their new 'friend' was able to speak through the little girl like she was some kind of long distance microphone. The conversation was giving, and already on edge Batista, a headache. Besides worrying about the sleeping man next to him, he could not stop worrying about his trapped family. Finally having enough of the chatter.
"Would you two stop it already!" he yelled startling both men, "Your not gonna figure it out and all the talk is giving me a friggin headache."
Matt is about to say something when his brother places a hand on his arm and shakes his head. Jeff can see the stress in the larger man's eyes and knows the blow up was not really about them talking, but more about his own worries. For the Hardys were trying to drown their own worries the best way they knew how, by talking about anything that did not involve it. "Sorry man, we're worried too, just trying to keep our minds off it for awhile" he says in way of an explanation and apology. Dave closes his eyes, nodding in understanding. After all he really did not mean to yell, it was just all the pent up anxiety getting away from him.
"Any idea what this nut case is gonna have us do?" Matt chimes in, seeing as the they were talking, he saw no reason not to voice the question on all their minds.
Both men look to Jeff for an answer, "Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd bet the first will be a test of our loyalty to our word." He rubs his chin in thought, "Also it would probably be an act that would seal the deal, so to speak, one that will make sure, even if we wanted to, we could never go back to how things used to be."
"What do you mean?" his brother asks.
"Well look at it this way" Jeff answers as he leans back into his seat eyes clued to the ceiling as his mind runs the formulations of what could happen to them in his head, "This guys pretty much knows a lot about us, including the fact we would not join him outright, so he threatens our families. And if you realize that, you have to realize he also knows we would not just be up for killing people just cause we aren't human anymore, and that we would know that sooner or later we would balk at something he asks us to do that would be beyond what we would be comfortable in doing, even with our families in danger."
The other two men sit in silence, trying to follow Jeff's logic, "So it makes sense that he would not wait for use to come to the limits of what we would do, but to hit us with it from the start, while our families welfare is upper most in our minds and we have not had the chance to consider the ramifications of what he wants us to do." The young man's jaw clinches as the scenarios play out in his head at lighting speed, "And whatever he is planning for us to do first, like I said, it will be big, it will test our loyalties and it will bind us to him or, more to the point, put us in a position where we will have not choice but to stay on his side."
"I'm not getting where you are figuring this out," Dave interjects, "but even if your right, we now have an idea of what's coming and we can figure out a way around it, right?" he asks, not completely sure of his own logic at the moment.
"Only," Matt speaks up, "If this guys has not figured out, already, that Jeff would decipher his plan. After all he knows all our powers"
"Maybe not." Mutters Jeff, "What I just did that's different from being smart like Randy." He talks as if he is deep in thought at the same time, and is conversing with himself, as opposed to the two men in the car with him, "I was conjecturing, while making deductive assumptions, based on available evidence and supposition. Utilizing the psychological profile on our subject and known human behavior patterns." With the first few words Matt and Dave were lost as to what the younger man was saying. "Holy crap I'm Sherlock Holms!" Jeff burst our in surprise.
Matt blinks, as Dave scratches the top of his head, wondering if the boy had lost his mind. "What the hell are you talking about bro," asks Matt.
"Ok we know I got increased intelligence, like Randy's only not so supercharged right?" he sees the two men nod, "and we know I have the ability to see things differently then Randy, which has been helpful in all our research, it's how I was able to figure out we we're human anymore. Well I just realized, I've got the same deductive skills that Holms had, I can take all available data about something, treat it like a puzzle of sorts and figure out what they all mean; just like Sherlock"
Matt is flabbergasted, "My brother, the super sleuth"
Jeff and Dave laugh as Dave chimes in, "Move over Batman, here comes Skittles, the Supersleuth!"
"Hey," interjects Jeff, "I prefer the Charismatic Enigma!"
They all laugh. For a moment letting the humor allow them to ignore the concern and worry of what awaits them at the end of their journey.
A/N: Well the Twisted are nearly to the end of their journey, soon they will be face to face with the man that has made their lives a living hell....well recently. Now we know what Jeff's powers really are. Is Jeff right about how this man will conduct things and what will he have them do? Will they do it? Is this man responsible for the Mark's condition? Will Glen have to rip some heads off to find out? Will Punk ever wake up?
So many question still to be anwserd in the next chapter. Stay tune!
