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(( Part 9 ))

"So, she's just not herself?" John asked as him and Jeff continued to nonchalantly play a game of foosball.

"Exactly," Jeff answered, "And like I told you before, she wacks out over the weirdest and simplest things. I don't get why though. And they seem to be freakin' everywhere. When she went shopping with Trish, there were those damn rose petals to freak the hell out of her."

John nodded, "So how's Trish about all this?"

The colorful Hardy smiled absently, then scored another shot for his single-man team. "I dunno, actually. We haven't really talked about how she feels yet. But I know its getting to her. She just worries so much about Amy that she forgets about herself and anyone else for that matter. Just yesterday she told me she was upset because she thought she was ignoring me."

"Is she?"

He shook his head, "Not really, no. I guess it seems that way to her cause we haven't done anything in a while."

John picked up his head, ignoring the game in front of him to look at Jeff. "You mean like bedroom 'anything'?"

"Well, mostly. But like anything anything. When we talked yesterday it was for five minutes because she forgot something when she went out with Amy. I mean, I love her to death, but man.."

"Are you gonna break up with her?"

Jeff looked up suddenly at John, "What! Hell no, I wouldn't do that. Especially not right now."

"Well, maybe you should take some time to talk to her. What are you doing tonight?"

He grunted, a look of disgust upon his face. "Absolutely nothing as of now. We're stuck here until everything's supposedly cleared by Mr. Bitchoff, remember?"

"Well, then talk to her, man! Try to get her mind of things, if you know what I mean."

Jeff looked around the arcade. The last two people that were in there besides them had left a little while ago. He could see from the lone shaded window that darkness would be approaching soon, but thick clouds already covered the sky.

"Yeah, I was actually planning on it if Trish wasn't doing anything with Ames." He was about to continue, but suddenly stopped. There was a strange noise coming from above them. "Hear that?"

John looked at him strangely, "Hear what?"

Suddenly, before anything else could be said, all the power went out in the game room, leaving the two men alone in complete darkness. "Oh, great." Jeff threw his hands up, "Just perfect. Now what could've made this happen?"

Cena couldn't see Jeff, although the Hardy was only a few feet away from him. But he remembered where the doors had been when they came in an hour earlier. "I dunno, but hopefully its not like this in the whole hotel. Hang on, I know where the doors are."

Jeff stayed in place as John crept silently through the room, feeling his way in between games. "Hey, I think I found it." He suddenly shouted. Pushing with all his might against the doors, John tried to open them. But they wouldn't budge. He grabbed hold of the handle and shook it, but nothing happened. "Um…Jeff..?"

"Nope, let me guess.." He mumbled, "We're locked in, aren't we?"

John sighed, collapsing against the doors. "Must me some security lock or something."

"Unless someone did it in purpose." Suddenly, Jeff felt a harsh blow to the back of his head, sending him to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Jeff..?" John asked, his voice quavering, "Was that you?"

He tried to respond, but the third unbeknownst person in the room had wrapped their clothed fingers around his throat, choking the breath from his lungs. Jeff reached up with his free hand, trying to trace the contours of the person's face, but that was also cleverly covered.

"Jeff!" John called again, a tint of worry in his voice, "Where are ya, man?"

Jeff began kicking his legs, trying to make as much noise as possible, but to no avail. Coming to his senses, he grabbed hold of the person's wrists, bringing up his knees and countering the attack. But the masked intruder was smarter then that. After Jeff was able to come to his feet, they charged and speared him back into the thick walls of a game machine.

This person obviously knew what they were doing..

John, meanwhile, was still making his way against the walls of the room, trying to get to Jeff as soon as he possibly could. But every now and then, when he would hear a grunt or a crash, it'd be in a different place then the one before it, making the task extremely difficult. He could hear Jeff trying to fight back, but he had no idea who held the upper hand.

As he continued to run his fingers across the wall, but suddenly froze as his fingers grazed over something.. A box. A glass box. "Jeff!" He called, "I think I found the emergency hatchet!"

After another crash, followed by heavy breathing, Jeff finally answered. "Open.. the door. I almost…have this guy.. taken care of.."

Using nothing but his fist to break the glass, John grabbed the hatchet and began making his way back to the door as quickly as he possibly could without getting lost.

One last blow was all it took to keep the attacker on the ground, and Jeff collapsed back against the wall. Behind him, the curtains on the window swayed from the low heat emitting from the heather underneath.

The window..

Reaching in front of him, Jeff grabbed the neck and back of the attacker and sent them crashing through the window, landing on the other side of the hotel, shards of glass and all.

"Jeff.." John's voice suddenly spoke from the other side of the room. "Please tell me that you were the one that did the throwing."

"Yeah," Jeff mumbled, now tired, worn out, and out of breath. "I take it you didn't get the door open yet?"

After taking another swing, the doors still didn't budge. By now Jeff had approached him, and was heaving as John tried to open the door.

"You okay?" He asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

"I dunno, I was just sitting there when someone hit me in the back of the head with something. Then the next thing I knew, they were choking me." He took a deep breath, collapsing against the wall. "Someone obviously planned this all out."

As John was about to respond, a loud scream was heard from one of the upper levels of the hotel. He looked towards Jeff's direction. "Was that..?"

"The girls.." He finished, pausing for a moment. Reaching for John, he carefully took the axe from his hands. "Move over," he commanded, swinging the blade high into the air then sending it back down to crash against the middle of the doors, breaking the lock.

The two men pushed the doors open, forgetting about the person they had left behind. But both of them realized that the lobby was only dark because of the thick clouds that were now covering the sun, but the lights were still on.

They ran up the staircase to the floor the girls were on, shoving aside people that had also heard their cry for help. Jeff made short time of unlocking the door, then as the two of them ran inside, he slammed it behind them.

Amy was crying frantically upon the ground, and although Trish also looked pale and frightened, she was trying to comfort the little redhead.

The little blonde picked her head up to see who had come in, "Jeff!" She cried, running towards him and throwing herself into his arms. "I'm so glad you're here.."

As Trish looked up a him, her features suddenly dropped. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked, her lower lip quavering. "And John.." She looked down at his hand, "You're bleeding all over the place!"

John picked up his hand, studying it carefully. He didn't realize it had been bleeding since he opened the glass case with his fist. "We're fine, Trish." He said, "What happened to you guys?"

"I was sitting here, just talking to Amy.." She spoke softly, as if she didn't want the redhead to hear. "When all of a sudden there was this really weird noise coming from outside, but when we both went to the patio to see what it was, we didn't see anything. Then all of a sudden this -- guy, came out of the pool and just stared at us. And then, he just simply stared for the longest time.."

"Then why is Ames so freaked out?" John asked, taking note that the diva was sitting alone on the floor sobbing.

"Well," Trish continued, "We didn't know what to think of him -- after all, we really couldn't see his face -- so we just stood there, too. Then he just randomly pulled out this huge knife from his jacket, and pointed it at us."

Jeff felt his fist tighten. If anyone did anything to hurt them..

"Amy and I just stood there, frozen, and he started to walk into the hotel. Then suddenly there was this bang against our door, and that's when we screamed. The next thing I know Amy was screaming and crying her head off and I didn't know what to do! She just kept repeating 'He's coming to get me, Trish. He's coming to get me.'"

The little blonde buried her face in her hands, sobbing now against Jeff's chest.

The two men shared a look, "What should we do?" Jeff asked.

John looked over at Amy, who was still silently crying as she sat on the bed, "Uh, you stay here and try to find Adam. I'll go get help and call the police."

The younger Hardy just simply nodded, leading Trish over to the bed that Amy was sitting on. Great, he was stuck in a hotel room with two hysterical women who think they're being stalked by some guy with a knife.

Ignoring the two, he grabbed his cell phone and walked out onto the patio, dialing Adam's number. It didn't take long before the blonde Canadian man answered.

"Jeff?"

"Adam!" Jeff let out a deep breath, one he didn't realize he was holding. "Where the hell are you!"

"Eh, just shopping around." He replied nonchalantly, "I went to the drugstore, got some toothpaste and shit like that since we're gonna be stuck here for a while now. Why, is something wrong?"

Jeff turned around to look at Trish and Amy, who were still sitting on the bed, but now more calm then before. They were still obviously shaken up a bit as they spoke quietly amongst themselves. "Yeah, a lot of things actually. Just get over here as fast as you can."

Adam nodded, hopping back into his car and firing up the engine. "I'm on my way,"

The colorful Hardy closed his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. Deciding he didn't really feel like going back inside, Jeff took a moment to soak in his surroundings. The pool was pretty much empty, except for a mother and father who were laughing and playing with their little girl. Jeff smiled. He wanted to be like that someday, married with a family, no more worries of the road constantly on his back. But now was simply not the time.

He turned around and looked into the hotel room at the girls. They were sitting next to each other on the bed, still talking. Amy had taken her sweater off, and Trish had since then pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Jeff loved it when she did that.

He heard the small redhead's shriek as there were a few loud knocks at the door. "Don't worry," He spoke to them as he walked past, "I'll get it,"

Jeff figured the person knocking on their door was just Adam, anyways. Since the man claimed he was just simply at a drugstore he couldn't have been too far away from the hotel. "That was qui--" The Hardy stopped himself one he opened the door, revealing a dumbfounded John Cena and two frantic blondes, who practically stampeded over him to get to the other divas in the room.

John just stood there, a look on his face making him seem somewhat stupid. "Sorry, man." He said in a low tone, "When I called the police they just happened to be there to catch the conversation,"

Jeff rolled his eyes, opening the door wider and motioning for John to step in.

"You call Adam yet?"

"Yepp, he said he was on his way." He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking over at all four girls who were chatting in girly whispers about their little experience as they sat on the bed. His bed.. He smiled, realizing that it was still unmade and just as disordered as their hotel room itself. Trish hated it when people even caught the slightest glimpse of how they kept their room while on the road.. But she didn't seem to mind now.

"Where'd he go?"

Jeff turned to John quickly, almost forgetting that he had been standing there with him. "Uh, he said he was out getting toothpaste and shit from a drugstore."

The young rapper arched an eyebrow, folding his masculine arms over his even more masculine chest. "Is it just me, or does that sound a little.. weird?"

He shrugged, "You got me on that one. But I didn't ask questions - I just wanted him to get here."

"What in the hell is going on now!"

The voice that came from behind the two men was undoubtedly unmistakable. Before giving each other a quick look, Jeff and John turned around to see none other then the king of the world himself - Chris Jericho - and his nifty sidekick, Christian.

"Well well well, look who decided to show their faces." John muttered, offering the two blonde Canadians a sly smile.

"Save it, John." Chris shot back.

"Yeah, save it." Christian repeated from behind him.

Jeff let out a slight chuckle under his breath. Heck, they were both good guys.. They just didn't happen to mix with John well.. For some reason..

Chris turned around, shooting Christian one of his looks, then pushed John aside and walked through the doorway. "Wow, half of the WWE divas sitting on your bed? You got it goin pretty well here, don't ya, Jeff?"

The Hardy rolled his eyes, looking over at John, who appeared to be a little bothered by the two paying them a little visit.

Chris shoved his hands deeply into the pocket's of his designer jeans, walking with an attitude through their hotel room, kicking aside random articles of clothing and taking it upon himself to sort through some of their stuff. "Trish, Trish, Trish," He shook his head, running a hand through his now short golden hair. "A messy hotel room? I'm ashamed."

The little blonde picked her head up, scowling at the fellow Canadian. "Shut up, Chris. We're in the middle of a crisis here."

"Yeah!" All the other Diva's shouted in unison, the harmonizing feminine tones blending together.

"Whoa, ladies, please.." Chris threw up his hands in mock surrender, "I come in peace."

Jeff rolled his eyes, "Okay okay, what do you want, Chris?"

The Canadian man grinned a little, obnoxiously beginning to eat a bag of M&Ms he had found on the couple's dresser. "Someone from the hotel called the police after you two bolted out from that room like a bat outta hell. They're doing an investigation and want to talk to you,"

"Well thanks for telling us, Chris." John snapped sarcastically, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"You're welcome," Chris said, grinned widely at the man as he threw a M&M at him, the red ball of chocolate making contact with John's forehead.

As the girls chuckled softly, Jeff grabbed John's shoulders and led him out the door before anything more could be said and done. "C'mon, John." He said, "We better get down there,"