Wow, thank you to all of you. Even the ones that think I'm a cruel bitch and should be dangled off a cliff. Chisato-chan, actually I think I hate Edge in this story too, lol! And I have no clue when this story will be finished. Glamagirl, not likely ;) Renna33, here we go. NeroAnne, incase no one notices Randy is sorta scared of Edge (w/ good reasons) JNHwwe, thank you. Animal Luvr 4 Life, I had so many ideas for this story. You gave me more! XD! I'll say it again, Edge is psycho, he will get worse. I chose not to make him the hero. RockehLovexxx, I hated all that crap in language class in school, I hate it now. I write it how it pops in my head, I'm a rule breaker. I'm far from perfect and you may find typos and mistakes that were not meant to be, or overlooked. I continue to apologize. Actually, that's why I can't be a professional writer... Glad you are creepily enjoying it anyway.. Didn't mean to sound like a bitch, sorry. Heads up; this chapter may cross the line on humanity.

Captive;

Chapter sixteen/ 'Hell Is Love'
Rated; M/ L, V (extreme graphic violence)

"Edge! I know you're in there!" Vickie shouted from the other side of the door.

Edge stopped dead with what he was doing and looked up at Orton, whose eyes were the size of saucers and directed towards the pounding noise.

"Oh, fuck." The youngest man whispered, he continued to hold his hand over Jeff's mouth.

"Edge! Open this door, now!" Vickie pounded louder.

Edge gazed around the room. He quickly rebuttoned Jeff's pants and stood to his feet. His legs felt like rubber. Randy shot a glance over at Edge waiting for direction.

"Wh..what do we do?" Randy's voice came out shaky. He licked his lips.

Edge began to pace. He didn't honestly know what the hell to do.

"Adam Copeland, you open this door! I know you're in there!" Vickie shrieked.

Edge swallowed. Stupid bitch followed him. She just couldn't leave well enough alone. She had to get nosey.

"You think she'll go away?" Randy asked, holding tight to Jeff who could only whimper under Orton's hand as he struggled.

"Just.. just be quiet." Edge whispered.

He stood silent and listened.

"EDGE!" Vickie screamed.

Edge gritted his teeth. He was so sick of this shit. He slowly approached the door.

"Hey, man, what in fuck's name are you doing?" Randy whispered.

"Hold him. Make sure he doesn't go anywhere."

Randy nodded and looked down at Jeff who gazed around the room clapsing back into the cushions defeated. Edge inched toward the door. He fixed his clothes and peered out the peep hole as if he didn't know who it was. Seeing the screeching harpy only made him more angry that she had followed.

"Adam Copeland, you open up right now!"

"Shit." Edge screamed in a whisper. He yanked at his hair in frustration.

Jeff tried to mumble a scream.

"You be quiet, Jeffy, she's not gonna save you." Edge reach down and got the knife out of the holster that was strapped to his leg. He handed it to Randy, who took it nervously.

"What's.." Randy gazed at him questioning.

"Just incase he tries any shit." Edge pointed at Jeff.

Randy swallowed and nodded holding the knife to his back. Jeff's eyes widened at the slight pressure of the sharp blade as it poked in his back. He didn't think he could trust Randy anymore.

"Edge!" She shrieked louder, beating both fists hard on the door.

Edge pushed back his hair and with a grimace opened the door. Randy didn't know what he was doing. Why was he letting her in? Did he have some sort of genius plan?

"Where is she, Edge! I know you're cheating on me... Oh, my, God!" Vickie screamed and covered her mouth. Edge had tried to block her view. But it was too late, she had already saw Jeff.

Jeff took the chance and bit Randy's hand causing Orton to yell and jerk it away.

"You little shit." Randy cursed.

"Vickie, help!" Jeff screamed before Randy hit him in the back of the head.

Orton didn't want to, but if he didn't put up a better front for Edge, who knows what may happen. Jeff toppled out on to the floor before Randy picked him back up by the shirt.

"You are in deep shit." He growled holding the knife to Jeff's throat.

Vickie stood stunned. She turned her attention back to Edge who had no way of explaining.

"You.. you.." She whimpered.

"Now, Vickie, baby.. this is not what you think.." Edge stammered.

Randy rolled his eyes. 'Oh, yeah, real brilliant plan, Edge.'

"That's Jeff Hardy!" She screamed pointing out the obvious.

"Now, look, sweetheart.." Edge smiled advancing toward her.

"Don't come near me!" She screamed.

Vickie turned and bolted out the door, tripping and falling on her hands and knees. She got up and grabbed the first car door handle she saw when Edge grabbed her from behind and drug her kicking and screaming back in to the house.

"Let me go, you psycho!" She demanded.

Edge dropped her to the floor before shutting the door and locking it. He turned back around to her, an eerie hateful gleam blazing back from his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She yelled. Vickie sat on the ground on her ass.

"What's wrong with me?" Edge asked pointing to himself, "What's wrong with you? Why are you following me like you don't trust me?" He pointed to Vickie in ending.

"I don't have a right to trust you! What's wrong with you? I don't understand! Why!?" Vickie demanded.

"Why!? You wanna know 'why'?"

Edge stopped and smiled slapping his hands on his jeans, he looked over at Randy who held the knife to Jeff's throat as he lovingly stroked his hair.

"She wants to know 'why?'." Edge looked back at Vickie.

Randy smirked and shook his head.

"I thought you were cheating on me." Vickie started to cry softly. She was confused and scared now that she knew her husband was apparently mental.

"I am cheating on you, you miserable bitch!" Edge yelled. His tone turning back hateful as he furiously scratched at his head and hair.

Vickie looked up at him fearfully crying harder.

"I can't stand you! You fucking make me sick to my stomach. I only married you because of the power. But it's not worth it anymore.. I wanna puke everytime I stick my dick in you!" Edge yelled.

"That's enough, Edge!" Vickie shouted insulted.

Edge back handed her sending her further down on the ground. She laid on the floor cupping her face where she had been struck, crying hysterically.

"I gave you everything..." She gasped through sobs, "You'd be nothing without me."

Edge stared down at her. He twitched. He was so sick of her telling him that. He never needed Vickie to make him. She was just a pawn.

Randy stole glances over at the fiasco as it unfolded. But mostly he just played with Jeff's colorful locks. He blew some into the air. Pretty colors. Then he blew some away from Hardy's shoulder and blew lightly on his neck sending chills all over Jeff who looked on disgusted and shocked. Randy could play a lunatic for Edge. That was easy. But trying to help Jeff hold on to his sanity.. that was proving difficult. Jeff remained still as death, barely breathing, his heart thumping in his throat.

"Excuse me!" Edge mocked.

Vickie drew her red, puffy eyes up to him.

"But you would have never even been the General Manager of Smackdown if it wasn't for me. You wouldn't of had a job if it wasn't for me. I used you to my advantage, Vickie. You were just like Lita to me. Another whore. Another escape route so I could sit back and reap the benefits. I'm sick of busting my ass and taking the hard road only to be looked over and shit on. You were a guarantee that I didn't have to take the long road. That if I busted my ass I was guaranteed something for my efforts. It's your fault Jeff took my title, Vickie. You. And then you stuck your nose up Hunter's ass instead of caring about me and my need to be champion." Edge ranted. Vickie listened stunned.

"You need help, Edge. You're not sane." She said calmly as she could, swallowing back fear.

"I'm insane? Following me here. That's not insane?"

"You kidnapped Jeff Hardy because he took your title." She pointed out.

Edge smirked and ran his fingers through his hair and across his face.

"See, that's where you're wrong, Vickie. I don't like that Jeffro here stole my title.. but, that's not why I kidnapped him."

Vickie looked up at him growing more confused.

"Ya see, I'm cheating on you with Jeff."

Vickie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Jeff only looked away. Randy smiled, pushing Jeff's hair away from his neck and kissing it softly. That didn't go unnoticed by Vickie. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Jeff was not an active participant. She looked back at Edge who was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

"Oh, my, God! I don't believe you! You're sick! You're raping him!? I don't believe you!" She shrieked foolishly standing up.

Edge's smile faded, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I love him, Vickie." He said calmly. "Not you. Him!"

"That's not love, Edge. You're sick!" She went for the door attempting to leave.

Edge grabbed her and laced his fingers in her hair as he bounced her head hard off the door. She fell to the ground nearly out cold. Jeff gasped as Randy nuzzled his face against his neck.

"C'mon, drag him to the basement. I want him to see this." Edge had an idea.

"What are you gonna do with her?" Randy asked. He wasn't so sure he wanted to know. Hopefully Edge would just chain her up or something.

"Just do it, Orton. I'm not paying you to use your mouth."

Edge picked Vickie up under her arms and yanked her up, dragging her through the kitchen and down the steps of the basement.

"You heard the man. Move." Randy sighed leading Jeff, reluctantly following Edge. Jeff didn't want to go. He didn't want to see anything.

Randy didn't want to either. He did not want to know what this maniac had planned. Edge tossed Vickie to the floor. She rubbed her head, grunting. Randy held on to Jeff tightly.

"Edge, please... You need help." Vickie begged groggily.

"But, whose gonna help you." Edge said slowly, his voice demented.

Edge selected an axe from the corner and before anyone knew what was happening, Edge brought the axe crashing down into Vickie's back with a sickening thud.

Edge stood back as Vickie screamed inhumanly. Blood squirted everywhere from the huge, deep gash. Edge grinned. It was just like in the movies. Jeff's heart rate quickened, his breathing hitched, his eyes wide set in sheer horror and fear. Randy stared on in terror, he shook his head and blinked unbelieving what he had just witnessed. Both of them shocked at what Edge had just done. Wanting to look away, but forgetting exactly how to function.

Vickie tried to reach back and grab the axe that was embedded in her back. Edge bent down and grabbed the axe handle holding her down with his foot as he yanked the axe out of her body. Vickie shrieked louder, screaming like a demon who had been doused with holy water. The sound the axe made coming out was worse. Edge compared it to stabbing and gutting a watermelon. He had tried that once to see what it'd be like. It was nothing like this. This was much better.

Edge jerked Vickie back up to where she was sitting on her ass, she slumped over forward as Edge brought the axe down into her skull before she could fall back down. Jeff watched as the blow caused bone fragment, brains, and blood to fly everywhere. He listened to the sound of the skull cracking. Vickie sputtered and jerked violently, uncontrollably as blood ran down her face and gushed out of her mouth. Until that was it. Vickie was dead.

Jeff lost it. He threw up all over the floor. Randy moved his foot back but continued to hold on to him. He was still having a hard time registering what he had just beheld. Edge just murdered his wife with an axe and had no remorse. He actually looked happy. Like a maniac. Like a fucking happy maniac.

"Edge, what the hell, man!?" Randy was surprised he still had a voice.

Edge gazed over at Orton, his tongue was hanging out. He licked his lips still holding to the axe as it was still wedged in Vickie's head. Blood covered the walls, the floor, Edge. His eyes were horrific and dark. They were devoid of life, of anything slightly human. And yet, at the same time, they twinkled in child-like delight. Edge felt alive. Edge felt free.

"I'm free, Randy." He confessed sighing.

"No, we're up even more of a shit creek." He patted Jeff's back as Hardy gagged and coughed, trying to get it all out.

Heaven forbid Jeff die on his own vomit. Randy looked back over to Edge. It was official, the man had lost it. He was certifiably insane. Randy knew he was the one up the shit creek if he pissed him off.

"Come on, Jeff.. relax, don't fight it, breathe." Randy coached.

'Don't kill his toy.'

Jeff felt faint. He might pass out. Now he understood why Edge had wanted him to see it. So he'd know how far Edge was willing to go.

"No. I have an idea. It'll all work out.. you'll see." Edge smiled.

He pushed Vickie back down and jerked the axe out of her head. Randy didn't even know he had an axe down here. It wasn't down here when Jeff was. Was he planning this? Did he move it to the basement after he decided Jeff was no longer going to be kept down here? The axe made a ghastly sound as it scrapped against what was once Vickie's skull as it came out. What was inside the GM's head was now visible from the outside. Blood pooled out under Vickie's body as it laid sprawled on the floor..

Randy swallowed and held his tongue. Jeff groaned and was glad Orton was holding him up for once. Randy's eyes darted from Jeff to Edge. He was fucked. He didn't know what to do. He began to wonder if it was worth all this, or if he'd been better off in jail. It had been all talk... just a mind-fuck. Randy didn't actually think anyone would be murdered. He stood there holding tightly to Jeff. Oh, shit... If Edge knew their secret, they were both fucked. Randy wanted to bolt. But he stood frozen, he couldn't leave Jeff.

Randy watched as Edge raised the axe high above his head before bringing it down into Vickie's arm with a grunt.

Orton turned Jeff's head away and held him looking away himself. But the sounds of squishing of blood and flesh and bone could not be ignored. The smell of blood and death wafting through the air made them both nauseous.

"Edge, I don't wanna see this." Randy swallowed.

"Stop being a pussy and tie him up. Chains and shit are over there. Come help me." Edge instructed.

Orton didn't want to, but he felt he had no choice. He did not want to end up like Vickie. He didn't want to aid in it either. But if he did go to the cops.. that would make him a suspect.. and with what Edge already had on him..

"Randy, let's go." Edge shouted as he drove the axe in Vickie's corpse once again.

"Come on, Jeff." Randy lead Jeff over to a chair and pushed him down in it. His legs felt like pudding, so he could imagine what Jeff's felt like.

Jeff didn't know why he didn't attempt escaping. Maybe it was because he was in shock, or that Edge had an axe and Randy had a knife and he couldn't outrun them in his condition. He just let Randy tie him up. Orton cuffed his hands behind him and wrapped a thick chain around his body securing it with a lock. Jeff wasn't making his move now, but he knew if he didn't soon, that body laying in a pool of dark shining blood would eventually be his.

Orton walked over and grimaced at the dead body of Vickie Guerrero.

"Axe is over there. C'mon, we're gonna chop her up in little pieces." Edge announced.

Randy swallowed and took hold of an axe. He thought about using it on Edge that was no lie. But what was the point? Jeff escape and tell the authorities. He'd have to kill Jeff and he didn't think he could. He didn't trust Jeff not to tell on him. Randy didn't want to go to jail. Not after he had already been through so much. After he did so much to avoid it. No, Orton made up his mind. He did not want to die and he did not want to go to jail. With as much as he hated what he was about to do, he did not want to go to jail.

"Come on, we got a lot of work a head of us." Edge grinned.

Jeff turned his head away and shut his eyes tight trying to block it all out. But he couldn't force himself not to hear the gruesome sounds. He began to cry. This was his fate. He wanted Matt to find him, but if he did, Edge would kill his brother too. Jeff was fucked. He was on his own, and he was fucked.

Anyone still with me? Vickie had to go. As a writer I am always asking myself; 'Well, why don't she/he just do this or that?' When I watch movies I do the same thing; 'Well, if it were me I woulda just ran out the front door.' But sometimes it's wrote for how people would react in the moment. Randy didn't kill Edge with the axe. B/c I say so. If he did, I wouldn't have a story. I do actually know where I am going with this, so bear w/ me.

I don't like Vickie. But, I wish no harm on anybody. Not Jeff, Edge, Randy, Matt, Vickie, etc. This is a story, it isn't real. I hope it never is real. Just wanted to clear up that I'm not psycho, but I can write like a lunatic.

This chapter was also wrote weeks ago, before chp 11 was thought of, or a romance between Randy and Jeff was planted in anyone's mind. So that's why Randy sounds like an ass (and it had to be slightly rewrote, b/c he was worse). I have more to explain in later chaps.