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Hurt Me, Heal Me

Adam and Amy stared at the man in the doorway in shock. Matt had found them and now there was nowhere for the two to run from him. Adam looked cautiously at Amy who had backed herself against the wall taking the bed sheet with her to cover her very bare legs and then he looked to Matt who was blocking their only means of escape. He tried to assess the situation and come up with some form of a plan but at the moment all he had come up with was the fact that he needed to get Amy out of the room safely at any costs.

"You two don't look to happy to see me," Matt mocked as he looked around the romantically decorated room, his eyes traveling from Amy in Adam's shirt to the candle lit table for two. "Looks like I've interrupted something. Enjoying my leftovers Copeland?"

"I think if you have any sense of self-preservation you'll get lost Hardy," he growled.

"I don't think so, I just got here after all and I'm not leaving without what's mine." Matt glared sadistically at Amy causing her to self-consciously pull the sheet higher on her body. "Amy, be a good girl and come here and I won't hurt your little boyfriend…much." Amy's eyes widened in fear as Matt took a step towards her.

"She's not going anywhere with you," Adam said starting to close the space between him and Amy.

"Not her decision I'm afraid." Matt grabbed the edge of the small table and carelessly tossed it aside sending the candles and plates crashing to the floor as he came closer to the couple.

Adam took a deep breath readying himself for the fight ahead and looked back to Amy and whispered one word. "Run," and with that he charged at Matt taking him down like a line backer.

He swung a hard punch with his cast connecting with the side of Matt's head. Adam swung again only to have Matt turn his head leaving his punch to slam into the unforgiving floor. Stunned by the wave of pain shooting up his already injured hand Adam was unprepared for the knee to the midsection and Matt's strong blow to his shoulders. Matt shoved Adam off him and slowly stood, hovering over the Canadian for a moment before kicking him painfully in the ribs. He let Adam regain his breath for second and as the taller man tried to push himself off the floor, Matt kicked Adam's ribs once again. Adam reeled in pain as Matt kicked twice more, smiling manically as he felt ribs crack through his boot.

Convinced Adam was down for the count, Matt turned his attention to Amy who seemed to be frozen in place. Chuckling to himself he started to stalk toward the redhead only to have his feet pulled out from beneath him. He looked back as he turned on his back and saw Adam getting to his feet. Feeling the floor next to him, Matt felt a piece of a broken plate and grabbed it as he got up. Adam went to punch with his good hand and Matt blocked then swung his other fist at Adam's face, harshly dragging the sharp china down the blonde's face leaving a trail of blood as he screamed. Once again, Adam swung at Matt with his coat and connected solidly causing Matt to stumble.

Adam looked over to Amy who still stood against the wall frozen and called out to her as he hit Matt again, "Go now!"

Moving for the first time since the fight begun, Amy shook her head, "Not without you."

"How touching," Matt grumbled as he punched Adam square in the nose. Adam recoiled slightly before swinging at Matt wildly with both his fist and cast. Matt grasped in pain before he kneed Adam in the abdomen as the two continued to brawl.

Adam was backing Matt into the wall with his punches and continued to do so punching him hard in the stomach. It was then that an unmistakable sound echoed through the room and Adam's arms stopped. He stumbled backwards, the gun now visible in Matt's hand, and fell to his knees. As Adam fell backwards, his head hitting the door with a sickening thud, Amy couldn't help but notice the blood pooling from under his hand that was resting on his stomach.

"No," Amy whispered in shock as he moved slightly from her wall. Matt had an expression of pure ecstasy on his face as he looked over the still form of Adam. Chuckling to himself once again, he lifted his gaze to meet Amy's terror filled eyes. Kicking Adam's body, he stepped over it and moved towards his prize.

"Do you see what you made me do," Matt asked as if he were talking to a small child. Amy shook her head in disbelief as tears spilled from her eyes. "He wouldn't be dead now if it weren't for you. But you had to try to get away from me, I told you what would happen if you ever left me didn't I?"

"No, no," she repeated as the tears continued to fall.

"This is your fault Amy," Matt taunted as he now stood only a foot in front of her.

"No…" Matt smiled sadistically as he backhanded Amy causing her cry out. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled Amy to him as she cried.

"So what happened in here? Did you fuck him?" Matt glared as Amy didn't answer him. "You did, you stupid whore! You'll spread those legs for anyone won't you?" Matt struck her hard once again.

"No, no," Amy continued to say through tears.

"What did I tell you about lying to me you slut," Matt yelled shaking Amy violently before throwing her to the wall, her head hitting painfully as she slid down to the floor. "I don't even know why I bother putting up with a stupid whore like you. You're not worth it." Matt spat at Amy as he pulled the gun up, aiming at the redhead. Amy closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as she readied herself for Matt's fatal shot.

The shot rang through the room as the first had and Amy's eyes flew open as she gasped in pain…pain in…her shoulder? Looking to her left she saw her bloodied and now lifeless arm, Matt had missed. She looked up to Matt, who no longer had the sadistic gleam in his eyes, but rather, he seemed to be choking. The dark haired man turned slightly and Amy could see one of the cooking knives sticking out of his back. As Matt took a step to the side, Amy saw her savior, a tear-stricken Jeff Hardy.

"Bastard," Matt groaned as he turned to face Jeff, raising the gun again only to be stopped by an immense pain tearing through his heart. The gun slowly slipped from his hand as Matt looked down and saw Jeff's hand holding a knife that was now buried in his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered through tears as he twisted the knife feeling his organs and flesh tear as he did so. Betrayal in his eyes, Matt collapsed into his brothers arms who sank to the floor with him. A trickle of blood oozed from Matt's mouth as Jeff held him close, sobbing.