Thank you to all who are still w/ me, whether yu love or hate it. Hope it's at least interesting. sevvysvampire, glad it was a good 'wow'. Animal Luvr 4 Life, thank you, I love the people who appreciated Vickie's untimely demise. Glamagirl, not even I would believe it and I wrote it. Edge believes they'll believe it. Chisato-chan, your brain's not dead. Yes, Randy has a thing for Jeffy. Renna33, I'm glad you've stuck with me and continue to review. But, if this story is painful, why continue to read? No offense, I wrote it to be painful, but... NeroAnne, yes, Vickie/Jeff-equals-grossness. (shudder, gag, ewww!) But I had that in mind when I had Edge plan this. Will they believe it? Shit, Randy doesn't believe it. Read and see :) Pheonix-Syren, I love that people have mixed emotions about this story. I hate/Love it myself. I'd like to apologize to Edge for making you hate him more :( Nothing seems weird to me and I've seen/heard/read it all.
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Chapter eighteen/ 'Evidence'Rated; M/ L, V
Randy tossed and turned in his bed. Half in, half out of sleep. Nightmares roaming his r.e.m state.
"That's it, hold him.." Edge's voice still rang in his head.
"I'm giving you what you want."
"I thought you wanted to watch."
Randy's eyes fluttered, tears rimming.
He could hear the sickening sounds of axe cutting through bone and flesh, the squishing of blood and guts and brains. He could still smell the blood, hell, he could actually taste the shit. He turned over and gripped his pillow tightly, willing it to go away. Burying his head down in the fluffy softness. Maybe it will sufficate him in his sleep and he'll be done with this conundrum once and for all.
"What the hell, man!" Randy looked over at Edge, his vision proved fuzzy.
"I'm free, Randy."
Edge looked over at him then glanced over at his wife who slumped over, her head still stuck to the blade.
"No, man, we're fucked big time. You just killed Vickie Guerrero, the GM of Smackdown. They're gonna notice her missing, Edge." Randy pointed out the obvious.
Edge just scoffed. "Nah, nobody likes her. If anything, I did the world a favor. I'll be considered a fucking hero. They'll probably throw parades and shit in my honor."
"Excuse me!" Vickie's corpse interrupted.
Randy swallowed and stared wide-eyed at the bloody corpse. The fucking thing had come to animation and was moving and talking!
"Why did you do this to me, Baby? I thought you loved me.. I mean, I don't understand. Why? We were in love. Don't you love me no more, baby?" Vickie pouted staring up at Edge.
"Does it look like I fucking love you? Did you ever really think I loved you for even a tiny second?" Edge glared down at her. He held the axe with one hand and put his other on his hip.
"I mean, Jeff Hardy.." She pouted and rolled her eyes, "I understand, baby. But, if that's what you were in to.. Then you should have told me instead of hacking me up with an axe!"
Randy looked on as the dead body screamed at Edge, she even began talking in Spanish.
"Hey, what the fuck did I tell you? Don't talk to me in that gibberish. If you wanna speak to me, you do it in english!" Edge pointed down at her.
"Uh, Edge, this all seems a little too surreal for me." Randy said begining to feel woozy.
"He is such a baby." Vickie scowled crossing her arms.
"He is." Edge agreed.
"I don't know why you even bother with him for?" Vickie gave Orton a hateful glance.
"Eh, he's kinda cute when he squirms." Edge shrugged.
"You need serious help." Vickie looked up at Edge.
"Why does everybody keep telling me that?"
"Um, hello, duh?! You freaking killed me with an axe in your basement." Vickie motioned to her self, rolling her eyes.
"C'mon, Vickie, you had to go. What are you good for? I mean, at least Randall here provides good comic relief. Jeff.. Randy, he's choking.." Edge stopped and informed.
Randy looked down to see that Jeff was indeed choking. Randy patted him on the back and shook him a bit.
"Jeff is the heroic reject who everybody believes in. Me? I'm the under-rated star who everybody watches WWE programming in high hopes to witness my awesome greatness." Edge smiled arrogantly.
Vickie gave a disgusted look and refolded her arms.
"And you? You're not even comic relief, Vickie. You are worthless. People don't like you. And you're super annoying." Edge finished.
"That's enough, Edge!" She shrieked.
"Oh, come on.. Come on, Vickie, you knew this would not last. But, come on you gotta admit, me cheating on you with Jeff, that's a hell of a lot better than me cheating on you with Alicia Fox before our wedding."
"Yeah, I suppose.. But you still cheated on me! What's wrong with you?! Have you completely lost it?! I don't understand!.."
Edge shoved her back down and jerked out the axe and began chopping her with it over and over amongst her screams. The bloody mangled heap of the GM still bitched and moaned.
"Edge! You won't get away with this! Stop chopping me this instance! I am still your boss! Edge!"
Randy found himself suddenly back in the grave. Edge peered over the side.
"Hey, Raaaannndddy." The psycho flexed his eyebrows, smacking chewing gum annoyingly.
"Edge, what are you...?" Randy moaned.
"You've made a horrible mess, Randy. You've dug a deep hole, and you can't get out." Edge popped a bubble and resumed chewing.
"Edge, please don't do what ever you're thinking of doing." Randy felt groggy.
"Aww, Randy, Randy, Randy.." Edge sighed. "I really do like you. But I can no longer trust you."
Randy reach up and touched the blood to his head. What? Blood?
"I'm afraid you might wake up and suddenly realize you have a heart and either sacrifice yourself and go to the authorities and turn me in. Or, you'll just get sick of me all together and kill me."
"Why would I do that?" Randy fell back against the dirt 'wall'.
"You love Jeff. I see the way you look at him. I know how you feel about him. It must kill you to know that he's mine. It must destroy you to know that you can't have him. On the other hand; If you turn us both in to free him, at least you could sleep at night because you'd know he'd be safe and sound with big brother Matt. I'll remind you, I have the evidence. I have proof of what you've done. That and I can easily tie you to all this; the kidnapping of Jeffro, the rapes, the assaults, the murder of Vickie. Okay, okay, I murdered her, Randy. But you sat back and did nothing to stop me. You aided in her murder, Randy." Edge taunted.
"No, you killed her, Edge!" Randy slurred.
"But you buried her. You helped dice her up in tiny pieces and you buried the evidence." Edge grabbed the shovel and threw dirt in on top of Orton.
"Edge, stop this shit, please."
Everything turned black as the dirt covered his vision.
Randy blinked open his eyes. He was in a hotel hallway. Cautiously he gazed around. He started walking slowly toward a certain room. The door read; 713. He looked down at the knob, turning the knob and opening the door. The room was covered in an eerie thick fog, he couldn't see shit, but he could hear voices.
"Edge.. I..I..I don't know what to do... I.. Vince... my job.."
"Calm down, Orton."
"I don't wanna go to jail... If I call the cops, they'll throw me in jail."
"I'm sure you'll get acquited."
"But my career.. I'll be done for as a wrestler.. that's it.. I'm done.."
Randy heard himself start to cry. Not himself crying, but as if there were two of him. He peered around the corner and saw himself sitting on the bed with Edge.
"No. I'll take care of this, Randy. Just trust me. No one will ever know. No one but me and you."
Randy shut his eyes tightly. He wanted all of this to just go away. He felt stuck between a rock and hard place. Randy reopened his eyes. He stood over Edge as he lay sleeping. Jeff still handcuffed by his side. Randy then noticed he had an axe. He stared at it, taking in the sharp blade, the thick wooden handle. He took hold of it gripping it tightly in both hands before raising it above his head. Edge's eyes shot open and he stared up at him. But these eyes weren't Adam's usual green eyes, they appeared inhuman. Randy could have swore they were blood red. He blinked unbelieving.
"Go ahead, Randy. Chop me up like we chopped Vickie up. Bring that axe down and kill me. It would solve all your problems, wouldn't it? Oh, but then you'd have to bury me too. Then... then, you'd have to either kill Jeff, or hold him hostage here yourself. Do you really think you can trust him not to squeal?"
Randy's eyes darted over at Jeff then back to Edge. Edge and his blood red, deep, dark eyes. Orton shook his head.
"Not to tell on you? He doesn't love you, Randy. He's using your emotions against you. As soon as you kill me, and bury me, and as soon as you let him go... the first chance he gets, he will go and tell the cops everything. How are you gonna explain all this, huh? My disappearance, Vickie's disappearance? Where Jeff was? Do you honestly think Jeff will stay quiet about all of this just because he might like you?"
"Shut the fuck up, Edge." Randy demanded through clinched teeth.
"I'm only telling you what you already know, Randy. Go on. Kill me. Do it! Kill me, Orton! Grow some balls and kill me!"
Randy seethed listening to the onslaught. He was so sick of Edge yelling at him, tellinjg him what the fuck to do. He brought the axe crashing down....
"Uhmm, shit.." Randy groaned opening his eyes.
The morning sun blinding him. He ached all over. His muscles and his bones from the labor. His asshole from Edge. His soul from all the searching. Slowly he sat up and rubbed his hands over his face in an attempt to banish any sleep deprivation that dwelled within him. He was at a loss for everything. He didn't know which way to turn. He didn't know what in the hell to do. And he didn't know if he could handle one more day of Edge's bullshit.
--xx--
Matt barged into Mr. McMahon's office.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hardy, but what the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked sternly.
"You know that bullshit isn't true, Mr. McMahon. Jeff did not run off with Vickie Guerrero. I don't believe it, the fans don't believe it. Why the hell do you believe it?" Matt asked angrily.
"Matt, they found her rental car. They found love notes written by your brother to her. It matched his hand writing perfectly. Fingerprints on the car matched your brother's, and Vickie's. The crime lab found hair samples that matched Jeff and Vickie's." Vince handed him a piece of paper.
Matt shoved it away, he didn't want to see it.
"You know that shit was planted."
Vince opened his mouth.
"Mr. McMahon, line one." An automated sounding voice responded. Vince hit the flashing button.
"Hello, Vince McMahon speaking."
Vince listened to the voice on the other line.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Copeland. I understand. You have every right in the world to have some time off. What we found earlier must be a lot to digest..."
"S'that, Edge?" Matt didn't give Vince time to answer before he jerked the phone out of the Chairman's hand and held it to his ear.
"Vince, Vince, hello?" Adam said on the other line.
"You son of a bitch, that's not true, and you damn well know it! Jeff wouldn't have run away with your wife!" Matt seethed.
"I'm sorry, Matt. But, it is true. Vickie.. my Vickie, left me for Jeff Hardy. I guess taking my WWE title wasn't good enough for him. He had to take my beloved as well."
"No, Edge, I think you forced him to write those fucking letters." Matt gripped the phone tightly.
"Me? You're.. you're blaming me?" Adam sounded shocked.
"Yeah, I'm blaming you for everything. I'm taking a warrant out on you. If there is a piece of land in your name anywhere, I want it searched. Same goes for anything in Vickie's name. I'm gonna find my brother, Edge. You can rest assured of that."
Edge silently hung up. Matt handed the phone back to Vince silently. Vince stared at him.
"Fire me, suspend me, I don't care. Edge has Jeff, and Edge is responsible for Vickie's disappearance and you damn well know it." Matt stood defiantly staring down the Chairman looking for something.
"Yes, damn it! I goddamn well know it!" Vince shouted.
Matt stared at him confused.
"A couple of days ago we received video footage from the parking garage in which your brother was taken from. The damn thing was fuzzy and we couldn't quite make out the people on the security cam. So, we had it sent to video specialists to be analyzed. As a result, the clearer close-up shot shows Edge, Adam Copeland taking your brother, Jeff. And you have been hurting our case with your shoddy detective skills." Vince barked.
"Well, why haven't the police made a move to arrest his sorry ass?" Matt sat down. He felt better knowing it was indeed Edge and that the authorities knew it was Edge. but, at the same time, he felt like shit knowing it was Edge, and knowing what Adam Copeland was capable of.
"They would. The video evidence, coupled with the fact that in that abandoned car of Vickie's, they found one single strand of hair that matched one Adam Copeland." Vince replied.
"Isn't that enough to at least issue a warrant to search his house? Shit, detain him?" Matt picked up the files and started to thumb through them.
"Yes, but there's just one problem, Matt, Edge has vanished. He's a ghost. No one has seen him, no one knows where he is. The authorities have searched his old house, Vickie's house, the so-called 'relatives'. Edge is nowhere. He's disappeared off the map for the time being." Vince held his hands clasped together.
Matt read through the files. Sure enough, there was it saying what McMahon had confirmed.
"And now, on top of Vickie Guerrero missing, Randy Orton has disappeared as well. We don't know if they're victims or accomplices." Vince informed scratching his head.
"I want to find Edge. I want him all to myself. And I know just who to go see." Matt said staring up blankly.
"Christian Cage? You're going to go see Jason Reso?" Vince raised his eyes at him.
"How the fuck did you know that?" Matt asked concerned.
"Jay was shot, Matt. He was supposed to debut on Smackdown in a feud with Edge in a few weeks. He was shot in his home. He is in the hospital, lucky to have survived." Vince said solemnly.
"Did.. he see who shot him?" Matt asked timidly.
"He's not exactly awake to answer that question." Vince continued. As if they didn't already know the answer.
"I know who fucking shot him." Matt muttered. He got up and left.
The plot is supposed to be full of holes. Has anyone noticed that when Edge gets frustrated, he starts to be kinda.. ohh, not all there? Well, he's done went over the edge, so to speak. He's desperate. And no, they didn't buy it. But they weren't supposed to buy it. Adam's plan backfired badly.
I'm sorry as always if I offend anyone. Even if it hurts to read this, but you do anyway, I think I may understand why. I am a paranoid person. I am scared of my own shadow. But I can't get enough of horror movies and books. Hoepfully your reasons for still reading this story are that you like it, even if it's a painful read ;)
Anyone who watched ECW on 2-10-09 and knows what went down. Yeah, I wrote the Vince and Matt scene before that. It would have been cool to see Captain Charisma debut on Smackdown and go after Edge, but... Welcome back, Christian!!! XD!!!
Yes, that was supposed to be a dream, I wanted everyone to be aware it was a dream. Randy's dream sequence wasn't supposed to be, but looking at my notes for how the final showdown is supposed to play (and not knowing exactly how I want it to play out), I realized that how I wanted to write it wasn't matching up with how I wanted the chapters set out. So I added this scene. Randy's conflicted anyway, I needed to take a look into his psyche. Okay, I've confused myself. Heads up; we are approaching the climatic ending of sorts.