Wow, I really hope I didn't piss off too many people ;) sevvysvampire2008, thank you. Yeah, I don't like wondering off in stories. Renna33 and Glamagirl, the writer is aware of the hazards. So is Edge. He may be psycho, but he's put a lot of planning in to this. We both know what we're doing. Chisato-chan, glad I could make your english better. And I understood you just fine:) NeroAnne, for some odd reason I like Edge as a dick. As far as the ice; I wanted Jeff naked and wet. What? Edge dried him off.
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Chapter nine/ 'Bad Dog'Rated; M/ L, V
(December 23, 2008-- Tuesday)
Yesterday Matt had filed a missing persons report on Jeff, against Vince's wishes. They said they'd do all they could to locate the M.I.A Hardy brother. But Matt didn't believe a damn word they said. If those pot-bellied police men knew all the things said about Jeff Hardy, the good things and the bad, then they probably saw it like everyone else did. If that were the case and they thought Jeff was just being irresponsible and had just ran off, then they wouldn't look in a donut shop much less anywhere else.
He had wanted to tell them he had a suspect in mind. But with all the backlash WWE had endured over the years, he agreed that it didn't need any more bad press. Vince didn't want it leaked that Matt thought Jeff was kid-napped. And Matt didn't want Vince to know that he suspected it was Edge. No. Matt did not want Vince to know, he didn't want the police to know. He wasn't about to tell a detective, a psychic, his dog, or anyone else. Because Matt Hardy wanted to find Adam Copeland all his own and make him suffer dearly for what he had put Jeff, Matt, their family, their friends, their fans, and everyone else who loved Jeff through. Edge was gonna pay.
Matt crumbled up the sheet of paper that listed all the superstar names on it. It was useless. He knew in his heart it was Edge. Who else could it be? Okay, there was a possibility that it wasn't Edge. And, yeah, Matt wanted to be dead sure before he killed him, but he just knew Edge was behind it. Had to be. Edge had always been weird, that was no lie, but Matt never liked it when he was in the presence of his brother. He hated the way Edge would look at him, or the rumors about the shit Adam said about Jeff. He had tried to keep Jeff as far away from the Rated 'R' psycho as humanly possible.
He didn't like Jeff being moved to Smackdown where he'd be around Edge in the locker rooms. Shit he was able to breathe easy when Edge had permanetly moved there and was off of Raw where Jeff had been. Then there was the damn feud for the WWE title. Jeff vs Triple H was fine. Hunter didn't want to hurt him like Edge wanted to, in the ways Edge wanted to. Sure the Game was vindictive and didn't want a Hardy taking his spot, but he was married to the boss' daughter. He got whatever he wanted. Vickie Geurrero has power, but she doesn't have Stephanie McMahon power. Triple H didn't need to do the desperate things Edge had to anymore. He was set for life.
Matt's fear only mounted when he learned that Edge had taken his brother's spot in the Survivor Series three-way. Edge got the belt, but Jeff wouldn't give up. Matt wanted his brother to realize his dream and succeed. But the cost seemed too high. Matt was right; the cost was too high.
Matt hadn't got a hold of Edge. He tried Vickie again, she said he was staying with relatives. All that bit of info did was make Matt more suspicious.
He gazed over at the Christmas tree in the living room. It was gonna be a lonely holiday season without Jeff if he didn't find him soon. Matt sighed, glad he didn't have ECW to worry about tonight. They were airing the 'Best of '08' special. And Mr. McMahon had given him a little time off to locate the company's champion. They hadn't stripped Jeff of the title yet. It would go against them wanting people to not know he was missing.
--xx--
(December 24, 2008-- Wednesday)
Still no Edge. Vickie told Matt that he was still visiting sick relatives. Matt spent Christmas Eve with family of his own. That's the day he had to clue Gil in on the fact that Jeff had disappeared and that he didn't know where he was and he couldn't get a hold of him. Gil tried to reassure Matt that it'd be okay and the detectives would find him, or Jeff would turn up on his own. Matt put on a brave face for his father, but he wasn't buying what Gil had to say. Gil agreed that he didn't think that it was Jeff's doing, but he didn't share this with Matt for fear of upsetting his son.
--xx--
"Edge, I've had enough. I want the rest of my payment. I want out of this whole ordeal, man." Randy informed.
"Did it ever occur to you that I need hired muscle to pull this off?" Edge sat at the kitchen table. Sitting back in the chair his leg propped up on the bar in the middle of under the table.
"Get someone else." Randy paced the kitchen, nervous.
"I would, Randy, I really would, but I can't trust no one else. Especially since Matt Hardy has been interrogating the whole WWE locker room. Hell, he's started calling people from TNA." Edge looked down at his hand examing the bruises on his knuckles. Randy stopped pacing.
"Christian!" Randy shouted, "Christian Cage." He snapped his fingers in his latest revelation.
"Jason?" Edge squinted at the younger, more naive man.
"Yeah, him. Isn't he coming back to WWE, or some shit, man? You guys were pretty tight from the rumors I've heard."
Edge snarled his nose at him, neither confirming, or denying Randy's sick and twisted accusations.
"I can't trust Christian the way I used to. Let's not forget that that slimeball turned on me, stabbed me in the back. And after I banished him to that cesspool that is Total Nonstop Action, he tries to become their own personal savior, or some shit." Edge ranted.
"Yeah, dude, I remember all that." Randy scratched his head.
"After all I did for him... Son of a bitch.. and to top it all off.." Edge grimaced motioning off into the distance. "To top it all off, he has the nerve to return to my company."
"I bet his little boyfriend AJ Styles is gonna miss him." Randy said thoughtfully gazing at the ceiling.
"Is that all the fuck you think about?" Edge snapped.
Randy's head shot back down to look at Edge. "Well.."
"Who's screwing who and people's personal lives and shit. What are you a goddamn gossip queen? 'Look at me, I'm Randy Orton and I know who everyone's dating.' Maybe, you should put out a newspaper for the locker room to read, like some preppy chick would in high school. And then everyone can read it and give out wedgies to the unlucky nerds who aren't getting any action." Edge mocked.
"No.. I just.." Randy fumbled.
"Ohh, someone not getting any?" Edge raised his eyes to him.
"Never mind."
"Ugh, 'never mind'." Edge mocked, "What about Cody Rhodes? I thought he was sucking you off?"
"Just shut up, Edge. You have no idea." Randy defended.
"Doesn't feel too good when rumors are spread on you."
Randy looked down defeated. Why argue with Edge. It has never worked before.
"I can't trust Jason Reso. Out of the question. I can only trust you, Randy."
Edge got up and walked over to the third generation superstar and placed both hands on Randy's shoulders and stared him in the eyes.
"We've been through so much. I got you outta that hotel incident, or do you forget?"
"I don't wanna even think about that. I want to burn that bridge once and for all." Randy said through clinched teeth.
"And we will, Randy, in due time. And because you ever so badly want to burn that bridge, you will help me."
Randy sighed. "Fine, Edge. What about Christmas? I wanted to be with my mom and dad..."
"Sorry, Randy. I have to spend it with Vickie and her kids. Chavo's coming over and we're gonna have a nice get together with La Familia." Edge shuddered. He released Orton and walked around to the counter.
"C'mon, Edge, we have to work something out." Randy whined.
"Fine. I'll stay with Jeffrey in the morning half and you can be with your family. Then you hop a plane and get back here and I'll go spend Christmas with La Fiasco in the night part." Edge stuck two sticks of gum in his mouth and smiled with his mouth closed as he chewed.
"That's stupid. I have plane tickets to leave tonight. They were hard to get and very expensive." Randy shot back.
Edge looked at him and blinked. Was he serious? Was Orton that dumb?
"What do you care more about; spending Christmas at Casa de Orton, or the rest of your life behind bars squealing like a pig for some biker dude named Carol?"
Randy swallowed. "St. Louis is far away, Edge."
Edge sighed. It had went over Orton's head.
"Fine. Go, leave now. I'll spend the night half with Vickie when you get back tomorrow."
Randy still didn't get that that was what Edge had suggested in the first place.
"Better. See ya tomorrow." Randy grabbed his bags and left.
Edge watched him, shaking his head. Such a pretty boy, for such a tiny brain.
--xx--
Edge carried a dish down to the basement. Jeff had been chained up. A metal collar was around his neck attached to a chain welded into the wall. At least he didn't put him back in that contraption. And his hands were free. Why was Jeff chained up? Jeff had tried to escape earlier.
Edge blames himself. He had taken him to clean up. He thought Jeffy had been broken in enough. He thought he was being nice. He hadn't even touched Jeff since their last encounter. Edge had removed the handcuffs to let him use the facilities. Jeff took the opportunity and low blowed Edge, bolting from the bathroom and down the steps. Edge remembers watching him from the top of the stairs as Jeff unlocked the front door and made it out to the yard. That was where Randy met him as he was getting back. Kicking Jeff in the stomach and delivering an RKO to the ground outside before picking him up, tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him back into the house like a sack of flour. Edge was literally too angry to punish him the way he usually likes to, so instead he chained him up like you would a dog for trying to run off.
Edge watched as Jeff pulled and tugged at the metal collar with both hands groaning in frustration. Jeff slumped over foreward sitting on his knees. His fingers were sore and cut from yanking at the collar.
"Tsk tsk, Hardy." Edge greeted. He held the dish behind his back.
"Get this thing off of me. It's choking me." Jeff looked up at him his hair sticking to his face tangled and laced with sweat. Jeff pulled it out of his way to glare at Edge.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson, yet. If I let you go, you'll try and escape again."
"You're damn right I will and I'll keep trying until I succeed." Jeff growled wiping his mouth, breathing heavy.
"You'll never succeed, Hardy. You just don't get it, do you? You're my pet, now. I own you."
"You'll never own me. You'll never break me." Jeff clawed at the collar again. It wouldn't budge.
Edge shook his head.
"Just eat." He sat the bowl down in front of Jeff.
"You expect me to eat out of a dog bowl?" Jeff asked looking at him like he was the anti-christ. Why he was even surprised was beyond him.
"Oh, shit, give me more credit that that. It's clean, never before used." Edge defended. And no, he wasn't lying, he had purchased it when he picked up the fresh roll of duct tape.
Jeff looked at whatever was inside, sniffing at it.
"And don't worry, it's only chili."
Edge was right again, it was only chili.
"You have no choice. You can't starve."
Jeff couldn't argue. He was so hungry, he hadn't had a bite since yesterday. The chili actually smelled good. Jeff picked up the bowl, dropping it, however, when Edge swatted him with a rolled up newspaper. The bowl landed with a thud on the floor, but didn't spill.
"Hey, what the fuck!" Jeff raised his arms in defense.
"I didn't say you could use your hands." Edge growled.
Jeff looked up at him confused.
"On your hands and knees." He commanded holding on to the newspaper.
"You want me to eat like a dog?"
"Oh, you're quick to catch on. If only Orton was as smart as you."
"Would you like me to bark and growl too?" Jeff shot back.
"No. If I had wanted Trish Stratus, I would have kid-napped her." Edge smirked.
Jeff rolled his eyes. Edge swatted him with the newspaper a few more times, Jeff tried to block it with his hands.
"Hey, hey! Stop it, damn it!"
Edge grabbed Jeff's hair and forced him on all fours. "Eat."
Jeff grabbed the bowl and tossed it at Edge.
"I'm not a fucking dog!"
The bowl rolled around on the floor after it had hit Edge in the shin. Yeah, it sort of hurt, and now there was chili all over his pants and the floor. Edge should of known better. He should have known that Jeff would react in that manner. And since Edge knew he made a mistake that only made him flush with anger. He picked up the bowl with both hands and swung it, cracking Jeff in the side of the head. Hardy fell on down to the ground with a grunt. That hurt and now his head was spinning.
Edge bent down and grabbed Jeff's hair dragging him a couple of inches over to the spilled chili rubbing his face in it like you'd do to potty train a puppy that had pissed on the carpet.
"If you get anything to eat, you'll eat it off the floor." Edge raised him up, looking him over, then dropped him back down. He glanced back at Jeff's prone body as he made his leave up the steps and locking the door. Jeff laid out cold in the darkness.
You feel sorry for Jeff. I know. Adam is a evil prick. I am aware. But once again, this story isn't for the squimish, I gave plenty of warnings. 'You won't like what I do to Jeff.' 'It's just a story, fanfic, conceived by a very bored fangirl-- which is the scariest thing ever.'
This chapter went longer than first prepared. But, I'm getting somewhere at least. To Trish Stratus Lovers, of which I am one myself; Sorry about the dog barking insult. I couldn't resist. I do love Trish and respect her to the highest degree.
I love the interaction between Randy and Edge, I actually so want to slash these two. But Jeff/Randy is so hot too.