This one's shorter, but adding to the last chapter.
Captive;
Chapter two/ Motive
Rated/ M; This chp sorta clean/ Talk of murder, language, drinking.
Edge sat in the living room. He wasn't the least bit remorseful for what he had just done. He gazed down at the bottle of beer he was holding. It was his first one. It wasn't his favorite, this brand sucked. He knew Jeff was right; they would be looking for him eventually. Especially big brother Matt Hardy. As soon as they realized Jeffrey was genuinely missing and wasn't just slacking off somewhere.
Edge also knew they would suspect him first and above all others. That thought left a sour taste in his mouth. A lot of planning had went in to this, and he wasn't about to let it be wrecked. This was not gonna be his downfall. Edge knew he better come up with a damn good back-up plan incase it was. But he'd worry about that tomorrow.
He took a long swig of his beer, wiping his mouth when he brought it down. Bitter ass shit.
Jeffrey Nero Hardy was his now. His property, his toy, his pet. It was like killing two birds with one stone, because Jeff was also out of his way in the company. He hated that everyone thought the little bitch was better than him.
Killing Jeff would solve his problems. He could dispose of the body and play grieving co-worker and act all innocent. They'd never find Jeff. Not where he'd put him. He could chop him up in pieces and bury him in random parts of the woods. Where they were at, they'd never find him. At least, not all of him. Or he could just dump him in some body of water deep enough to conceal what he had done.
He was studying up on water currents and how in some parts of the world when a body gets sucked down into it, they never surface because of water pressure or some shit.
Edge wasn't able to access any type of compactor or incinerator to completely destroy Jeff's body, so that was definitely out of the question.
Then there was the actual act of killing him. There were so many ways. And he had thought about it so many times. He could beat Hardy to a bloody, mangled, disfigured pulp until no longer he breathed life. He could choke and strangle the life out of him. Or, he could be more like Jason Voorhees and chop him up in little pieces. Machetes aren't hard to find.
He could go the Scream Ghostface way, or the Michael Meyers way and stab him until blood poured from his body like wine through the holes of swiss cheese. He wasn't sure how he came up with that analogy. He heard something about cheese going with wine and it just fit.
There were lots of ways he could kill him, stab him, slice and dice him, chop him up with an axe. He had been watching horror movies studying how to go about this whole plan, the possibilities were limitless.
But, Edge didn't want to kill Jeff Hardy, oh, no. As much as he was jealous of Jeff, he was also obsessed with him. He liked him in this strange way he could never understand. It wasn't enough that people liked Jeff better than Edge, Jeff didn't like him either. He wanted Jeff to like him, why not? But his dick-head brother was always in his ear. Matt Hardy was the reason they couldn't be friends, they couldn't be... more.
Edge licked his lips. Taking another drink of the bitter liquid.
Matt had always kept Jeff as far away from Edge as possible. At one point it was like they were all friends. People even saw him and Jeff co-existing before Jeff left the company in 2003. But in reality Matt thought Edge was too bad of an influence on Jeff. He knows that Matt blames him for Jeff's personal screw-ups.
Seeing Team X-treme together, Matt with Lita, so happy, and Jeff.. it made Edge sick. He could have been apart of that. Instead he was stuck with Christian, a man who would later double-cross him.
Edge proved his point when he stole Amy away from Matt. He never really loved her, he used her. He nearly succeeded in ridding WWE of Matt Hardy with that fiasco. Jeff was already out of the picture. Imagine a Hardy-free WWE. He failed and then in 2006, Jeff was back.
Edge growled and finished off the bottle. Running to Smackdown and being very successful wasn't good enough, he even married the devil herself to secure his status as the best of the best in the WWE. But goddamnit, Jeff followed. And Jeff decided to get involved with his business. And his business was the WWE title. His WWE title. Before Edge's big comeback he decided to take the easy way and take out Jeff in the stairwell of his hotel. Contrary to popular belief, Vickie had absolutley nothing to do with it. She doesn't even know he did it. He had dumped her fat ass long before his departure, but decided to win her back and offered to take Jeff's place in the three-way at Survivor Series. She was very grateful, and Edge was a happy champion.
Jeff didn't get the message. Jeff didn't leave well enough alone. Jeff kept on and stole his WWE championship. Jeff finally managed to one-up Edge in the ultimate way. And Edge had decided enough was enough.
The following Smackdown, he tried to warn Hardy that he was better than he was, but Jeff refused to listen to him. So after suffering a Twist Of Fate and the Swanton before the night's end (not to mention facing, and beating Matt in the same night), Edge decided to make his move. He did drug Jeff's water bottle before he had came out to attack him. Then he realized that may prove pointless, it wouldn't have enough time to take effect. Edge watched Jeff as he left making sure he was alone. Then he grabbed the nearest thing, a lead pipe, snuck up behind him and whacked him in the back of the head.
He was lucky just one shot did it and knocked Hardy out. He had this place, no none else knew about it. No one would think to look for either of them here.
Edge looked at his watch. It was very very late. He needed to get back to Vickie. He dreaded it, but he didn't need anyone getting suspicious. He had hired someone to assist him, someone who wouldn't be suspected. At least, he hoped.
His accomplice needed to get his ass here and quickly.
Don't tell me 'That's not how any of it went.' I am not here to debate the past, or anything in wrestling. Edge is going psycho, this is how he sees it. Like I said it's short, but I'm ending it here. Who is the acomplice? You'll find out immediately next chapter. What? Every great psychotic mastermind needs a lackey. P.S, it's not Christian.