Disclaimer: I own nothing, and you own nothing, because in a world full of people none of us really own anything except ourselves, and even then, that's iffy.
Amaroq's Notes: I did a lot a research on this, so hopefully it won't be to confusing. The song is I'm With you, By Avril Lavigne. Also one other thing Any scenes with Jeff's POV is a sorta Dream Sequence thing. Also if anyone can help me with what drugs it is Matt is useing on Shannon, please tell me if you can!
Dedications: To My Three B's and to everyone whoes reveiwed Thus far.
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I'm Standing on a bridge I'm waitin in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There's nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there's no sound Isn't anyone tryin to find me? --------
Jeff Hardy lay staring blankly unseeingly up at the white ceiling of the hospital room. He had been doing so since they had brought him in the night before. When he had been brought in, it had taken three men to hold the slender man down on the bed. Then, a fourth to drug him, the drugging necessary to keep him from trying to leave the room. The restraints around his wrists and ankels were to keep him falling from the bed if he managed to get far enough out of the drugged state to move himself. Gilbert Hardy looked down at his motionless son and wondered darkly to himself how Shannon could of done this.
After, all the time Jeff had spent trying to help him, he had thanked him by nearly caveing his skull in with a baseball bat. Gil clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The police still hadn't found him, he stared at his son and tried so hard not to cry. Matt was sitting on the other side of the bed watching his brother as well. He had a blank expression on his face and his hands were folded.
"Dad?" He stated soothingly.
Gil looked at his son silent not speaking.
"We should go Dad, visiting hours are over." He stated.
Gil nodded weakly looking like he didn't want to leave his baby, his little boy, his child. He slowly stood up looking down at the motionless form remembering the docter's words. He would be okay they just had to wait for the pressure to go down on his brain. Then he would be coherent. Matt placed a hand on his Dad shoulder and gently led him out of the hospital room.
Both men were silent on the drive home neither speaking to the other. Matt's mind was on how to deal with Shannon who he had hidden up in the woods in a small underground cave. He had about two hours before Shannon would come off the drugs he had forced on him at the house, and the ruffies he had snuck in his drink at dinner the night before. He drove silently he just needed to convince Shannon of his deeds and it would be all uphill from there. It would be a piece of cake convincing him of that.
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Won't somebody come take me home It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you
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Shannon sat silently in the darkness, shivering in the cold, sweat dripping down his face as he slowly rocked back and forth, back and forth. An endless motion a low moan escaping his pale blue tinged lips. He was cold and hot at the same time and his eyes were dilated as he groaned again. Drool trickeled from his lips and dribbeled down his chin. He was a complete mess. Matt stared at him with that crooked smile on his face then slowly sat down on the soiled mattress on the ground next to his cousin.
He gently wiped the spittle from his chin and looked him over pushing his matted sweat caked hair back.
"Shannon," He whispered gently rubbing the shakeing shoulder. "Shannon, what did you do Shannon?"
His eyes slowly came into focus and looked at him. He shuddered and leaned into the gental touch Matt was using taking security in his confused state from the one person he shouldn't be taking it from. Matt gently pulled him closer smoothing his ratty hair and rubbing his back. "Its alright Shannon I'm gonna help you get over this."
Shannon nodded leaning again, Matt listening to the soft rumble coming from deep with in the wide chest of his cousin. His eyes slowly closed as the soothing motion of the hand rubbing the small ridges of his spine.
"What you did, was wrong Shannon," He whispered smoothing the matted hair. "Jeff, might never wake up."
A low moan escaped his throat and he clenched his fists. Whimpering loudly and shakeing he gripped the warm shirt under his hands crying depretly. "I didn't want to!" He cried shakeing violently.
"I know Shannon," Matt whispered rubbing his back counting under his breath the bumps of his spinal column. "I know Shannon but you did."
He cried his body shakeing violently and sweat pouring off his body. A strong stink wafted from him as he continued shakeing. Matt just let him rock gently talking to him. "I'm sooo sorry." he cried out.
Matt nodded soothingly petting his hair undoing tangles in it. He gently rocked him speaking softly soothingly. "I know you didn't mean to." he whispered. "and I'm the only one who is willing to help you."
Shannon nodded weakly a low whimper escaping his throat again. He continued rocking and shuddering under the soothing and strong hands of Matt. He slowly drifted away into the fantasy that Matt was creating of his memories. Sleep was his only blissful escape.
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I'm looking for a place searching for a face is anybody here I know cause nothings going right and everything's a mess and no one likes to be alone Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
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Jeff was standing outside. It was cold, why was it cold? It had been late august wasn't it? He rubbed at his head ignoring the slight tinge of pain that rocked against his skull when he did this. He looked around looking to see where he was. He was in his daddy's tabacco field. It was grey and there was nothing growing. He saw someone standing a few yards away and he slowly started walking towards them.
"Hello?" He called weakly.
The person turned and looked at him. Jeff froze his eyes wide and frightened.
"M..m.mom?" He said tears pricking in his eyes.
"My Jeffrey," she said softly walking over and smoothing his hair gently. "What did you do to your hair?"
He looked at her folding under the gentle touch he remembered from childhood sicknesses. "I cut it." he whispered.
She smiled almost sadly. "What are you doing here Jeffrey?"
He looked around confused his forehead furrowed. "I..I'm not sure." he responded looking back at her feeling sad.
She smiled softly. "Its okay Jeffrey, will figure this out." She whispered smoothing his hair with her fingers.
He leaned into the touch missing this touch so much. He didn't care if he ever figured out why he was here, He didn't care if he ever left, he wanted to stay with his mother forever.
She smoothed his hair back off his forehead studying his eyes. "Jeffrey," she whispered smileing softly. "My Little Jeffrey, you've grown up so big."
He smiled and hugged his mother close to him not careing, he had wanted his mom around so much as he was growing up and now she was here he could tell her everything and feel so much better about life....
Life? that was what he was supposed to remember. He looked at her and smiled. "I know Jeffrey, I'm supposed to help you," She sighed sadly. "You have to help Shannon."
"I know Mama" He whispered letting her continue smoothing his hair with her long delecit fingers.
She smiled and smoothed his hair. "Come on, lets go talk." She whispered taking his hand in her's. "We have a lot to talk about."
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Won't somebody come take me home It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you
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Matt gently lay Shannon on the soiled mattress and looked at him sleeping. He had dragged Shannon up here last night, barley making it before the younger man had passed out....
"Come on Shannon your almost safe." Matt whispered softly leading Shannon into the cave.
Shannon stumbeled after him he was shaking and drenched with sweat again, Matt led him over to the mattress and gently helped him sit down. "Its okay Shan, I'll take care of everything alright."
Shannon nodded blankly his eyes glazed from the drugs in his systems. Matt had slipped the first dose into Shannon's food when he and Jeff had been discussing something and there dad was in the bathroom. The second drug had been given at the apartment. Matt patted him on the shoulder. "You get some rest Shannon I'll go take care of Jeff."
Shannon nodded again shaking horribly he allowed Matt to lay him down. Matt smoothed the younger man's hair and slowly stood up and left the cave. He made his way back to the trailer and walked inside. He kneeled down over Jeff's prone form. He rolled him onto his back and lifted an eyelid the pupils were dilated and his eyes were glazed. He checked for a pulse and found one. He growled lowly under his breath and slowly tightened his grip around Jeff throat closing off the air way.
He watched silently, as slowly a blue tinge formed on his lips. Matt smirked and let go calmly then stood up. Calmly he grabbed a wash rag and scrubbed his brother's neck wanting to make sure there were no marks on it. He then walked over the phone he shuddered and thickened his voice and dialed 911.
Matt smirked it had been so easy to convince the police who had shown up of what Shannon had done. Almost as simple as convincing Shannon of what he had done. Matt stood up and walked into a corner. He picked up a black metal box and sat it on the ground next to the sleeping Shannon. He opened it slowly and studied the small glass bottles. He picked one up and the saringe, he calmly slid the needle into the rubber stopper on the bottle and withdrew just enough of the liquid. He pricked Shannon's skin and listened to the soft moan that escaped him. He plunged the plunger and watched the drug swirl through the needle and into his cousin's sleeping body. His breathing slowed almost instently and he relaxed slowly the muscles unclamping his body shuddered and he was still the soft sound of his breath escaping his lungs the only noise.
It was so easy....
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Oh why is everything so confusing maybe I'm just out of my mind yea yea yea It's a damn cold night Trying to figure out this life Wont you take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you
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Jeanna Bishop sat silently at her desk, her head bent as she scanned the papers. Over twenty three years worth of paper work. Everything that could be gotten on Shannon Moore had been gotten. She had worked long into the night calling people, places, hospitables, trying to get as much information on the man as she could. His mental health through out much of his life, was questionable. His general health was questionable at best.
She looked over the earliest record. His birth record he had been born on July 27th 1979. There wasn't anything notably wrong with the baby except he had been born premature after his mother had taken a spill down a flight of steps. The baby was fine only small a Month early. She scanned the next paper, a document that had come in a yellow envelope with some X-Rays.
She held the X-ray up to the light and could make out the obvious bones of a small child's hand and arm. A noticable break was in the middle of the forarm. There were also a few pictures taken of the arm before the cast was put on it. She studied the pictures of the arm and pursed her lips. Either she was insane or a couple parts of the bruiseing on the arm looked like finger prints. She put the pictures down and picked up the next file.
His first report card from kindergarten. He had gotten S, (which stood for Satisfactory) in almost everything, except in interaction with his classmates. There was even a note from the teacher a Ms. Benson, stating that she was slightly conserned with the way Shannon shied away from interacting with the rest of his classmates.
Jeanna Sighed and looked up at the clock it was drawing near mid-night and she should really get some shut eye, but she couldn't get her mind to stop working. She looked down and picked up the next form. Another docter visit less then a week after the report card. Shannon had injested more then 15 sleeping pills, his stomach had to be pumped.
Jeanna rubbed her forehead and put the peice of paper down. She closed her eyes for a second thinking about Shannon. She thought about the first time she had spoken to him, well acctually she had talked and he had just stared at her with a look in his eyes that said he had given up and nothing she said or did was going to change that....maybe he had been right.
She sat at her desk looking at the patient silently. He was sitting in the chair his knee's against his cheast, his head resting on his knee's, and his arms wrapped around his calfs. His blue-grey eyes stared at her blankly empty of all emotion and life. Jeanna smiled reasurringly and picked up the file looking it over. She made note of the bandage on his right fore-arm.
"Mr. Moore, my name is Jeanna Bishop I'm going to help you get better okay," She stated easily.
His eyes flicked to her's but slid away quickly and picked a point on the wall, they didn't look at her again for the rest of the appointment. When Rufus had come to collect Shannon the man had looked at Rufus then leaned against him silent but looking for support.
"Don't worry Miss Bishop, it will just take some time alright," Rufus had stated as he led Moore away.
She had nodded dumbly feeling like a complete idiot. Most of her patience wern't this dead set on staying locked away.
She sighed and made a few notes on her file and pulled out the next one.
That had been almost 6 months ago, she hadn't even really cared then now it was all she could think about. She pushed her hands through her hair and then rubbed her eyes silently. She looked down at the paper work scattered on her desk. The phsyc evaluations done of Shannon when he was younger, years of phsyceatric help, would never help this poor kid. With his mother and Matt breaking him into easily digestable peices. She sighed and slowly stood up, she slowly placed the papers back in the folders and put it in the fileing cabnit. She would go back to mulling over the papers later.
She picked up her purse and slowly left her office shutting off the lights. She had just reached her car when she had a odd feeling she was being watched. She turned and looked around squinting her eyes to look into the shadows.
The sound of a trash can clattering and echoing in the silence brought her about an involintary scream from her lips as she spied her stalker.
"Mr. Hardy." She managed to push off her frozen tongue.
His lips twisted into that crooked smile. "Matt," Came the response and he looked her over. "You seem a bit nervouse about something Miss. Bishop."
"I'm not used to su--people walking up to me in the middle of the night. She responded.
"Well, I needed to talk to you." He responded.
"I have regular office hours." She snapped back walking towards her car.
"I don't have time for Office visits." He snarled in response grabbing her arm.
She looked at his hand on her arm. Her mind senseing every drop of evil in that one touch. The meaning behind it. She slowly looked up into his eyes and involintarially shuddered. The look in his eyes was the one Shannon had spoken of. The one just before he did harm.
"Mr. Hardy I suggest you let go of me." She said coldly.
The crooked smile vannished with a cold snap. His hand droped from her arm and he pushed her towards her car. "Get in." He snarled.
She narrowed her eyes. "Don't touch me Mr. Hardy." She stated trying to keep her voice nutral.
His eyes went wide and he grabbed her. " I SAID GET IN THE DAMN CAR!" He screamed.
She moved with ease and quickness. Her knee came up meeting right at the point where his legs met in a V. He doubled over in pain groaning loudly. She grabbed his head and slammed it into the side of the car. She pushed him away then kicked him in the ribs. "Fucking asshole." She stated.
Matt rolled about on the ground one hand pressed to his crouch the other to his ribs completly ignoring the blood welling from his forhead. "I just wanted to talk." He whined.
"Stay away from me Mr. Hardy." She snarled. "I Don't wanna talk with you." She yanked her car door open and got in slamming it loudly. She jammed the key in the ignitition and peeling off rapidly.
She drove several miles before she finally came to a stop. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel and closed her eyes and her intire body shook in terror.
After twenty minutes she heard police sirens she hunched down in her seat but watched the car roar by followed shortly by an ambulance. She cursed and turned her car and followed them.
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Take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you I'm with you
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Jeff looked around the small liveing room smileing lightly he then looked at his mother. "Mom?" He said.
She turned from where she was making her tea and smiled at him. "What is it honey?" She asked softly.
"You said before that were supposed talk about life and figure it out?" He asked slowly carefully figureing out his words.
She smiled and turned back to her tea makeing. "Jeffrey there is a lot in this world that I do not understand, but helping you take the right steps, is what I do understand." She smiled softly and brought the tea cups over and set the tea pot down.
Jeff blinked in confusion as she poured the tea. "Mom, you don't make sense."
She smiled at him and petted his cheek gently. "I will eventually."
Jeff just groaned as she placed a cup before him and then sat down folding her hands patiently before her. "Now, tell me what happened to bring you hear Jeffrey."
He looked at her and closed his eyes gently. The world seemed to grow tighter and he could hear Shannon trying to talk to him, and then an explosion of pain and everything went dark. He opened his eyes and looked at his mother slowly. "I..I don't know." He finally said.
She frowned sadly and took a sip of the tea. He blinked and slowly followed suit sipping the tea slowly.
"What do you remember Jeffrey?" She asked finally.
He looked at her again his eyes squinted as he thought about this. Finally, a smile broke across his features and he nodded. "Wrestleing." he responded.
She looked at him quizzely. "Wrestleing, son that was years ago." She said softly.
He shook his head. "No, me and Matt were wrestlers," He paused and frowned. "Well, Matt is at least."
"What do you mean?" She asked placing a hand on his.
"Well, I sorta kinda maybe got fired." He responded.
"Kinda sorta?" She shook her head. "Jeff."
"Well, ya know how ya told me only to do something if I'm Happy." He said nervously picking at a nail.
She nodded and pushed his hands apart. "Leave your nails alone Jeffrey." She stated softly. "Yes, I remember telling you if you wern't happy to do something else with your life to make yourself happy."
He nodded. "And I wasn't happy as a wrestler anymore." He stated. "I wanted to work on my art and music." He paused. "But, I'm takeing care of Shannon!"
She cocked her head. "Why are you takeing care of Shannon?" she asked.
Jeff looked up from the table and frowned. "He lost it, kinda went off the deep end, he tried to kill himself. He was doing better but...then he attacked me." He paused. "No, I was looking at him when I got hit."
She nodded patting his hand watching his face which had crumpled in pain. "Relax Jeffrey, you have time don't worry."
He looked at her. "Mom I can't remember what happend. I can't remember."
She smiled and smoothed his hair soothingly. "Don't worry it will come."
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Take me by the hand take me somewhere new I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you
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Shannon slowly stirred awake his head ached slightly but that was it. He slowly rolled onto his side and looked around the small dark space he was in. He could smell his own body stench and it was makeing him nascious. How, long had he been here he wondered slowly blinked then slowly rose to his feet. Matt had told him to stay put but something felt wrong. He slowly made his was to the entrance of the cave and looked around the early dawn world. Birds chirped softly greeting the riseing sun.
He slowly stepped out into the filltered light. He took a deep breath and his body shuddered slightly weakly. He placed a hand out letting it brush against the cold stones of the cave. He didn't even know where he was. Matt had told him to stay where he was.
He turned to go back into the cave his foot slipped out from under him. He went down with a hard grunt as the air was driven from his lungs. He rolled end over end downwards rapidly picking up speed. The world was a cascade of green, and brown, and finally black as he clamped his eyes shut tightly. He continued rolling onwards ever downwards. Would he ever reach the end of this contiueous spiral. Prehaps, he was falling into hell. Where it would all end in a fiary crash.
His body rolled helplessly downwards and then with the suddeness of the fall he slammed into something hard. Pain screamed through his body and he curled around himself. Whimpering as he slowly opened his eyes. He could see the cave he had left a faint and distent dot above him. He could see his broken path through the underbrush. He groaned and turned his head to see what had stoppen his fall. He was pressed against the trunk of a large tree. He slowly reached up grabbing at the bark as he slowly regained his feet. His ribs protested and the rough bark bit into the tender skin of his hand makeing it bleed. He winced and slowly sat down again leaning his back against the tree he closed his eyes breathing heavily.
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I'm with you
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Matt opened his eyes weakly his head was pounding. He moved slowly and grimaced as he felt his head crack open.
"Ah, Mr. Hardy glad to see you awake." Some said to him from the left.
He opened his eyes and looked to the left. He looked shocked to see the police office sitting there in the chair. His face was slightly red like he had run a long way, it matched his hair. His shirt was neat and stiff but didn't fit him good it was to tight. Matt couldn't see beyond that. His eyes flicked around the room and then he spotted the handcuff on his wrist.
"Whats that?" he asked.
The Officer saw where he was looking. "I'll explain that in a moment Mr. Hardy are you feeling okay?" He asked.
"My head is killing me." He responded. "Now, why am I handcuffed?"
"Your haveing charges brought up against you Mr. Hardy." The officer responded again.
Matt blinked in surprise. "What for?" He finally managed to stammer out.
The Officer looked at him incrediously for a second then nodded he opened his little notepad and flipped a few pages. "A Miss Jeanna Bishop has brought charges of assult and attempted Kidnapping." He snapped the notebook shut.
"WHAT!" Matt yelled sitting up, and instently regretting it. He slumped back on the bed groaning in pain.
"The charges are very real Mr. Hardy, Ms. Bishop stated that you approached her last night and tried to force your way into her vehical. When she resisted you became violent."
Matt blinked looking confused. "What?" He shook his head. "No, I never did that."
The officer arched his eyebrows then shook his head. "Mr. Hardy I'm sorry but you are under arresst, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attourny, if you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you."
Matt slumped back on the bed looking shocked and confused. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen....
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I'm with you...
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"Shannon, told me Matt was beating on him," Jeff paused scrunching his face and rubbing at his tempels as he tried to remember. "He told me thats why he went weird."
His Mom watched him silently nodding her head and rubbing his hand when ever he paused. "What happened the other night Jeffrey." She stated.
He rubbed the back of his head winceing slightly in pain. "I was sleeping, and I heard something Shannon talking to someone. I got up and was comeing out of the room. I saw Shannon laying on the floor in the hallway." He paused. "I went over to him..He was trying to say something."
He paused and groaned in pain holding the back of his head. "Its hurts Mommy." He whispered holding his head.
"Its hurts...."
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I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you I'm with you I'm with you...
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TBC....DUN DUN DUN!!!!! What's gonna happen with Shannon? What's wrong with Jeff besides the Obvious?? And are all of Matt's careful plans falling apart. And what did he do with the baseball bat? All this and more in the NEXT installment of Misguided Fate.