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Nov 2, 2009

John was sitting in Wade's apartment sitting in a recliner looking at Wade.
"OK so, you are following Reaper partly because she is you creator & are compelled to do so, but also because she has you sister prisoner for almost four years. She gave her word that if Taker come back to her she will release your sister."

"That sums it in a nutshell I guess." Wade told him sitting in a chair across from him.
"And you & your sister got in this mess because you went to hunt Reaper because your sister got engaged to a man from the town she is near & they feel she placed a curse on the town so they send people to her to keep the curse at bay?"
"Exactly?"
"So following her orders she wanted me removed from him because without me she thought he would just go back to her?"

"That is the logic I was given."
"Well that is a load of wash. Taker did have me for many years…yeah he was a cold-hearted ruthless asshole that got off on causing other's pain & misery. What make her think he would come back to her even if I left him?"
Wade sighed shaking his head lowering it. He had not even thought that far ahead.
"I guess she feels so much of the world revolved around her. Without you by his side he would still answer her call when he went to Ireland. She needed you gone so he did not have that anchor to keep him from her. Of course she had no knowledge of Orton at the time."

"You not going to tell her are you?"
"I may not have a choice…she has a way to reaching into your mind if she wishes & pulling out the deepest of thoughts."
"Well something needs to be done about her."
"I am open to suggestions of you have any. You have no clue what she is like."
"Actually I do."

"Oh really? How is that…if she ever caught you on her land she would have either kept you prisoner or killed you from the sounds of it."
"A nasty trick of hers…she can possess someone near her. She can also jump bodies. She did it to Taker, he realized what was going on…well to a point. So he took steps to not hurt me until we figured it out. Well she then transferred from him to me…She tried to make me so scared of hurting him that I would leave. We were hoping once we left Ireland she would be pulled back. It didn't work…I did hurt him pretty bad in a match because of her influence."

"But obviously you got rid of her somehow?"
"Yeah. The first time he fully claimed me as his…that drove her out."
Wade slowly nods. "OK so she rented space in your head a while. You never come face to face with her though?"
"No,"
"She has been isolated from people for over 1000 years. Her only contact was those foolish enough to enter her land & they normally become food."
"Any clue why she is stuck there? Not that I am complaining."

"No…I never found that information from her."
"Well maybe we can get Taker to act as thought he is going back, just long enough to get your sister back."
"Are you daft? Taker would skin me alive if he knew who I was for what I done to you & Orton."
"I could try to placate him…surely he would understand the reasoning of family. Yes I was hurt…to a point I have placed it behind me. I didn't hurt Randy…he's fine."

John looked as Wade lowered his head again before standing walking towards a window. "Wade?…no there is no way…" John stood up walking over to him. "Wade you didn't do something to him somehow did you?"
Wade lifted his head looking out the window he could see John approaching behind him in the glass. "Relax yourself Orton is alive…I just don't know how fine he is though."
"Why? What did you do?"

"More than likely by now young Orton is either in jail or a metal hospital…"
"What did you do?"
"Does it matter?"
"YES!"
Wade pulls out a necklace that was under his shirt. Attached to it is a small black glass vial. He runs his fingers over it lightly as he take a deep breath. "I suggest you watch your tone John."

"Or you will what? What did you do to Randy?"
"I left him a little…gift in his basement. As for why you should watch you tone with me…It is call courtesy…I am your creator."
"A gi…" John closed his eyes a moment. "NO…no…Wade what you do with Sam!?"
"What you asked of me, you asked her eliminated…so I dealt with her…"
"But where?"
"I think you already know the answer to that one."

"YOU LEFT HER IN HIS HOUSE!?"
Wade gave a silent laugh. A cold tone to his voice. "You sound shocked….I needed him out of the picture John. So I leave her there, if you succeeded maybe a murder suicide…since you failed…well he reports it & gets blamed…or he sees it & does lose his mind…Either way he is gone."

"How could you do that?"
"Quite easily John…Orton is an obstacle & I dealt with it, since it seems you were unable to handle such a simple task."
"SIMPLE TASK!?" Wade could partly feel John's anger, also seeing him flexing his hands in the reflection. "How the hell is trying to kill my best friend & a guy I love be a simple task?"

Wade gently placed the vial in his palm cupping it. "I suggest you calm down John & stop questioning me."
"Or what?"
Wade shook his head. "You don't want the answer."
"GO AHEAD TELL ME WHY I SHOULD PLAY THE GOOD LITTLE BOY FOR YOU!"

Wade curled his finger around the vial only a brief word passed his lips. John gave a scream falling to his hand & knee his body rippling with old pain. Wade slowly loosened his grip on the vial. He then turned a dark look in his eyes a faint glow to them.

Turning Wade walked over to where John fall crouching down by him. His tome calm & even. No love nor hate…just stating. "You see John…when I told you I had you life in my hands…I meant it…Continue to piss me off & it will only get worse next time." He then extended a hand & John did not know what Wade would do next his mind still trying to get over the shock of the brief pain.

Wade lightly brushed the back of his head then his cheek. The blank expression turned to the smallest of smiles. "Now John…once you feel up to it…come to bed." Wade stood moving to his bedroom. "And I don't expect to wait too long." He continued into the room. Wade began stripping down the last thing he removed was the black vial. He wrapped the chain carefully around placing a kiss to it before placing it in his night table drawer.

He climbed under the covers to await for John. He propped his arms under his head, with his eyes on the door to wait.

Taker arrived back at the station early. Not sure if it was really called for but he wore black dress pants & a dark grey dress shirt, instead of his boots he had on black dress shoes. He headed inside asking the desk sergeant where the arraignments take place.

"Who are you for?"
"Randy Orton."
They began to punch a few things in. "OK You can head to your left through the double doors, then the second door to the left."
"Thank you." Taker followed the direction & walked in.

It was a small room, white walls, two tables & a few chairs. Up on the wall was a TV. Carla was seated at a table looking over a fold she had. Taker walked over standing near her but not too close. "What's going on?"
She turned looking at him. "Just take a seat along the back Taker…hopefully it won't be too much longer." He gave a faint huff realizing she didn't answer him, but he moved as instructed.

Taker closed his eyes relaxing his mind. ~If you can hear me…I am here…just relax.~ His eyes opened when he heard the door he came in open again. A slightly heavy-set man came in holding a folding & wearing a cheaply made blue suit. He walked over to Carla introducing himself as Mr. Jardon. He would be presenting the state's case.
"How much bond are we looking at." She inquired.
"We are asking him to stay remanded to the state."
"You need to offer some sort of bond request."
"Actually no…He is too much of a flight risk & his fiscal standing he can easily afford to run."

Taker's nostrils flared slightly hearing this jerk.
"But his celebrity status while a benefit is also a hindrance."
"He would only need to be free long enough to fly out of the country to a place were we don't have jurisdiction over."
"Well I guess that is for the magistrate to decide I suggest you take your seat counselor."

Mr. Jardon moved to take a seat at the second table. He began going over the note he was given feeling it should be pretty easy. It was maybe another five minutes before Randy was lead into the room. To his shame & Taker's dismay he was handcuffed in front.
"Are those needed?" Carla asked.
"Due to the nature of the crime yes ma'am." The officer informed her. Randy was led to a seat next to Carla & a longer chain was attached to the cuffs.

The screen then turned on showing a judge on the screen. "Good morning everyone."
"Good morning your honor." Everyone replied.
"OK it looks like the defendant & both council are present, are we waiting on anyone else before we begin."
"The state has no one your honor."
"Defense is ready your honor."
"Very well This is docket 128571, hearing the plea of the state for the detention or bond of Mr. Randy Orton pending a formal hearing." the Judge stated on the screen.

"Prosecution if you please?"
Mr. Jardon stood up . "Thank you your honor. Mr. Daniel Jardon for the state. We wish Mr. Orton to stay in police custody, with no bail set due to the defendant being a flight risk. We wish him to be held until his formal hearing."
"What charges are being brought against the defendant at this time?"
"Second degree murder your honor." He then sat down.

Randy tried not to pale just hearing the words & more so him being formally charged with it. He worked to stay calm.
"Defense plea your case."
Carla stood up. "Thank you your honor. Ms. Carla Casin for the defense. We would like to request a bond setting, even a house arrest pending the formal hearing. This is the first time Mr. Orton has been in any kind of trouble with the law aside from a few traffic violations. To keep him under arrest could place my client at risk. The fact of his celebrity status, knowledge of his work & the nature of the alleged crime it would be harmful for him to be placed within general population of the prison system." She then sat back down.

Randy's head lowered, she didn't flat-out say he was guilty or innocent. The judge was silent for a few minutes. "Mr. Orton do you have anything to add prior to me making my final decision?"
Randy lifted his head looking at the screen, worry clear on his face. "Just that I wished who actually did this was sitting in this seat instead of my your honor. I have no reason to do what I am charged with. As my councilor suggested, place me under house arrest if you wish…but please don't place me back in a cell. Isolation can drive any person slowly crazy, and with others in a prison system would place my life at risk if any feel I attacked a woman. That is all your honor."

The judge remained stone faced as he thought everything over. His head then turned to the side motioning to someone. He then looked back at them through the screen. "I need a few minutes to make my decision. I will be back in a five minutes with my decision." The screen cut off & Randy was trying not to sweat bullets thinking the worse. He would lose his job, any future, how would his family react hearing he is even charged with something like this let along if he got convicted.

How would Taker be without him for an extended time, John was missing again. Granted Taker had the rest of the family, but that would not be the same with him & John both not being there. One by themselves could ground him to a point…but neither who knows.

The screen turned back on with the judge there. "Mr. Orton place stand." Randy did at told taking a deep breath waiting to hear his fate. "Officer."
"You your honor."
"Remove the cuffs from Mr. Orton."
"Yes your honor." The officer walked over taking his keys & uncuffing Randy who instinctually began to rub them.

"Mr. Orton, it is this courts great honor to inform you that new information has freed you of all charges at this time."
Randy blinked shaking his head. "Excuse me your honor?"
"You are free to leave Mr. Orton & I apologies for any inconvenience this has caused you." Randy almost felt ready to faint sitting back down.

The screen shut off & Mr. Jardon walked over. "Well congratulation to you both." One could almost tell by his voice he was not pleased to lose any case. He then turned & walked out. Being just the three of them left Taker stood up walking over placing a hand on Randy's shoulder.

Randy turned his head a smile at Taker before placing his hand on top. "Ready to get out of here? Taker asked & Randy nodded.
"Let him get his footing a bit while I begin his release papers. I will meet you two gentlemen up front."
"Thanks Carla I'll make sure he is ok." Taker told her before she stood up leaving the room.

Taker made sure the door was closed before he guided Randy to stand his arms encircling the younger man feeling him tremble in his embrace. "It's OK I have you…" Taker quietly told him. "You will be fine."
"I-I-I do-don't know if I can go back there…" Randy almost mumbled into the larger man's chest.
"Let's worry of getting you out of here…then we will talk about your home."

Taker let go of Randy & the younger man nodded as he tried not to cry the weight lifted from his shoulders for now, as he was still fighting with himself if it was John or not that set him up. They headed to the front where Randy was returned any belongings that were taken from him the night before.

"If you wish Randy I will send you any information pertaining to this…find out what happened to free you?"
"No that is OK…just glad they did."
"OK…I will hold your file in my records for a few years…sadly the Judge did say for now. Not to bare bad news…"
"You saying they may refile later on?"
"Since there was no formal trial…yes it is possible."
"I understand, thank you…I just want to go get some decent sleep."

"OK Randy best of luck…and both of you try to keep your noses clean."
Taker chuckled "If we did that you would have no work."
"Very funny Deadman now get out of here."
Taker led Randy out to the rental & headed back to the motel he was staying out.
"Sorry it not 5 star digs…I would be surprised if it was even 3 stars."
"It's fine Taker…just to be out of that place."

They parked & Taker led Randy to the room. "I would suggest a shower or bath…but you have no change here. How about you catch a nap, then we will work on retrieving your things from the house."
"I was honest…I don't know if I can go back in there…"
"We will talk it over…rest first." Randy looked like he was debating it. "Do I need to order you?"
"Maybe."

Taker chuckled. "Strip down boy & get in that bed."
Randy shivered lowering his eyes. "Will you be joining me sir?"
"IF you don't make me repeat myself."
Randy quickly did as told including folding the clothing setting it aside. He climbed in the bed & Taker stripped himself of the dress clothing climbing under the covers.

"Get over here boy." Randy moved under the covers curling next to to him taking his hand and began tracing the larger body. A low growl from Taker before he took a hold of Randy's hand. "Just sleep for now…maybe fun when you wake."
"Yes Taker sir…may I get a kiss first."
"Yes you may." He brushed Randy's face giving him a light kiss before the younger man curled with his head on Taker's chest. Randy quickly fell asleep in the comfort of Taker's embrace.