Title: Searching For Friends
Rating: M, for Mature
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Summary: Everyone is gone…

-Dead End-

He could feel sweat cold on his forehead, panic cold in his mind. Whatever fate awaited Randy, he just wished it would happen already. Ever since he'd woken up in this hellish nightmare, he'd not for one instance feel safe, not even after meeting Rhoda, whom he still slightly questioned in regard to her allegiance. After all, she had been sent into that building to kill him by Domino or Gebler, or whoever. The anticipation tore him apart, ripping him limb from limb. Who was behind that hood? Would there be more people in this world that were mimics of people he knew from his memories? He kept a careful eye on the hooded man as he began approaching the cell, his face disguised by the shadows to shield his identity. "Rhoda, you failed to complete your task," the man said, his moving mouth the only part of his face that was visible. He grinned, white teeth glinting under the hood, "I don't suppose you have a reason for that, do you?"

"Not a very good one… for an assassin," Rhoda replied casually, slowly picking herself up and moving closer to the steel bars. "What does Gebler want with him, anyway?" she queried, motioning her thumb back over her shoulder at Randy Orton.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," the hooded man responded back, snickering to himself.

The redhead leaned forward, grabbing onto the steel cage. "And how do you expect me to do that behind bars?" Rhoda quipped, her brows raised at the man expectantly.

She had a plan. Randy could sense it. It was the way she interacted with the hooded man that made him suspect something was up. It was the casualness in their conversation.

"Good point," the man answered back, now crossing his arms, his cloak draping over the side of his shoulders. He then swiftly swept his cape behind him, exposing the rest of the front of his body. This alerted both of the guards. They attempted to tackle him down, but the man quickly dodged both of them, proceeding in making quick work of the two, leaving them spilled onto the floor.

"You were a little early this time," Rhoda mentioned to him as he took a set of keys from one of the guards and unlocked the cell door.

"The early bird gets the worm," he responded, holding the door open for the two. He gave a short glance to Orton, "Hm. So, you're the one who is the center of all this fuss, eh?"

"This is Blank," Rhoda said, looking back at Randy. "You've probably already guessed, but this capture was all apart of a little plan."

"That's right," the hooded man, now known as Blank, said, nodding with a grin. "I'm sure we'll run into Bram soon… He was on my tail earlier before I disguised myself as a sentencer."

"Who's Bram?" Randy asked, now outside of the cell, joining his accomplices.

"A Suit," Blank answered him, now removing his hood.

Randy suddenly stood alertly upright, his eyes wide and staring at Blank, the familiarity beginning to sink into his memory. There was a great buzzing in his head like rushing water, memories floating in and out of his mind. A few faint images flashed through his mind and away like a dream, his memory clutching to put a name on this face…

"What's wrong?" Rhoda asked, surveying his expression.

"He looks like someone I know," Randy said, stepping a little closer to the man, inspecting him thoroughly. Yes, he was sure of it now. Blank resembled his old friend Jeff Hardy—it almost slipped his mind since he seldom saw him anymore.

Blank retreated a bit, confused by the way he was acting. "What is he talking about?"

"I don't know," Rhoda answered, a little confused herself about the event. "When I found him in Lab 21's ruins, he called me Lita. The Gebler forces want him dead… It only makes me wonder more what the reason for that is… His memories…?"

Randy said nothing, quietly contemplating to himself instead. This couldn't be a series of random coincidences. Lita, and now Jeff? There was no telling what this could all mean. It was then that he decided he would stick around until he made sense of it all. "I don't know what's going on," he said, exchanging glances between his two companions. "But, I want to know more…"

"We all want to know more," Rhoda said, reaching out and touching his arm gently. "But, first we need to force our way out of here… Can we escape the same way you came in, Blank?"

"Pretty positive," Blank said in return, already heading for the exit. "Come on," he urged, looking back at Rhoda and Randy. "Time's a wastin'."

The two nodded, then quickly followed him out of the cell room. No sooner did they leave the room, were they greeted by a large man in a blue suit, blocking their path. "End of the line," he said standing before the group.

This person was also familiar to Randy. It was Batista.

Final Notes: Little by little more and more is revealed. But, now we have Blank (Jeff Hardy) joining the group. Just as soon as they escape from the cell room, they encounter a Suit (which is Bram, also known to Randy as Batista). What's in store for them in the next chapter? Read more and find out! Hope you enjoyed it! :)

Thanks to all who reviewed chapter four. I only got two reviews on that one. :( Lol. Next chapter will be up hopefully in a day or two. Keep 'em coming! :)