Thanks, always :) Glamagirl, I've said it before, Randy is very vital in the finale. Edge-Loon? Lol! Yesss. I don't know how I got it in my head that Jay gets shot. I am a Peep. I luv Christian. Animal Luvr 4 Life, the story will not end premature. Edge's fate has been penned already, just not edited. Yes, Christian did get shot, in this story, that is. Sorry.

Captive;

Chapter nineteen/ 'Twisted Love Story'
Rated; M/ L, V

(January 1, 2009--Thursday)

Randy looked over across the table at Jeff. His head was down, his eyes red and puffy from crying. Edge had Jeff's hands cuffed behind him. Jeff hadn't uttered a word all morning. Randy opened his mouth to speak, but closed it back. Swallowing hard.

"I.. I'm, sorry, Jeff." It was almost whispered.

Jeff didn't bother to look up.

"I didn't think it would go this far, man.. I didn't think anyone would get hurt like that."

Jeff looked over at him.

"What about me? Does anyone care that I've been raped and beaten and abused? You sure as hell don't." He said coldly.

Randy looked down, he didn't know what to say.

"You let him kill her. You stood back and watched while he killed his own wife."

"What was I supposed to do? Let you go, so you could escape and let him hack me to death?" Randy asked.

"At least you would have died with some fucking dignity."

Those words stung. Both of them. But someone had to say them. At least, Randy thought so.

"Then he would have chased you down and hacked you to death as well." Randy said thickly.

"So, I guess you were just protecting me, right?" Jeff countered with sarcasm.

"That's right, I was." Randy retaliated.

Jeff shook his head. He wasn't buying it.

"I was scared, Jeff, alright. I've been scared... My..." Orton sighed and shook his head.

"Tell me, Randy, what's Edge got on you that's so incriminating that you've helped him hold me here and helped him rape and torture me? Tell me goddamn it!" Jeff shouted.

"Yes, Randall," Edge's voice startled them both, "Go on, tell him."

Edge walked over to the counter and poured some coffee in to a mug. Jeff looked back at him watching him slowly take a sip. He turned his gaze back to The Legend Killer as Edge turned and leaned up against the counter.

"Tell him, it's okay. Tell him about the hotel incident." Edge smiled taking another sip.

"Hotel...? You've done this to me over trashing a damn hotel, man?" Jeff looked at him with an intent to kill.

"Oh, no, no, no... That's not the hotel incident I'm speaking of." Edge sighed, coffee tasted heavenly.

Randy gritted his teeth. "He doesn't need to know."

"No, he wants to know. Let him in on it." Edge sniffed. Hot coffee was making his nose run a bit.

Jeff stared coldly at Orton awaiting an answer.

"It was.." Randy cleared his throat averting his eyes. "It was in two-thousand and seven.. we were in Washington... I had ordered some pricey thing off the menu and when room service arrived.. shit wasn't right. I had already been drinking a lot that night.." Randy stopped and sighed.

He looked over at Edge who motioned to him to keep going.

"I got angry with them for fucking up my order, it was no big deal.. I shoulda just..." Randy licked his lips, "You know me, don't think, quick to anger. I got into it with the bell hop guy and I hit him in the temple with the tray..."

Jeff looked up and saw tears rimming in Orton's blue eyes. Randy peeled back hips lips showing all his teeth before licking his lips again.

"It killed him instantly." Randy continued through clinched teeth.

Jeff stared at him shocked.

"He was an old guy. I freaked out, man. Edge.. Edge took care of it. He got rid of the body.. paid off people.. Kept quiet.. I haven't heard about it since." Orton leaned back in his chair, his eyes searching the room.

"They've never found him actually." Edge smirked.

"You're a murderer?" Jeff said silently. It was half statement, half question.

Randy opened his mouth to say something.

"Yes, he is. And if it weren't for me keeping my mouth shut, he'd be in prison, WWE would have more bad press, and all wrestlers in the world would be labled as bell hop murdering scum." Edge's phone rang.

He retrieved it from his pocket and looked at the caller I.D. It was Vince again.

"'Cuse me." Edge flipped it open and greeted his boss as he exited the living room.

"It was an accident, Jeff, I swear. I got anger problems, man. I've been getting help, it's working.. I'm better. It's under control."

"Who are you trying to shit, Orton? Yeah, tell Dave Batista it's under control. Tell all the wrestlers you step in a ring with and punt in the fucking head that that shit is fucking under control."

"Now, Jeff, that's in the ring. Where it's legal. You know our job comes with danger. Injuries happen. I've never attacked someone outside of the squared circle. And you know that." Randy defended.

"Except for me!" Jeff yelled.

"I'm sorry, Jeff, I don't know what to say to you. I can't change what's happened. I've did what I've had to do to save us both." Randy pointed towards the doorway.

"You don't give a shit about saving me." Jeff said bitterly.

"Yes, I do damn it." Randy never released his stare on Jeff.

"If you hadn't of spent all those years fucking Edge." Jeff looked away from him.

"I never fucked Edge!" Randy shouted.

Jeff's head snapped back up toward him.

"Alright? Those rumors you heard were just that, rumors. Last night was the first time ever for me with a dude. With you and Edge."

Jeff blinked. He didn't believe what the hell he was hearing.

"You a virgin?" Jeff choked.

"As far as getting poked by a guy, or poking another guy? Yes, I was a virgin." Orton rolled his eyes.

"So, you never with Edge?" Jeff's eyebrows furrowed.

"Not even oral." Randy looked up with his eyes, his head still down.

"What about me?" Jeff motioned down.

"If your asking if you were the first guy I sucked off? No.. " Randy trailed off noticing Jeff's eyes asking an unspoken question. "It was back in the day."

"Who?" Jeff asked curiously.

"That's not important." Randy said frusrated.

"You owe me some fucking explanations, Orton." Jeff leaned forward and stared straight at Randy.

"Cena, okay. Years ago. It was fucking experiment shit, just a buddy fuck. He realized he wasn't in to men." Orton held his hands clasped together in his lap. Feeling a tad bit unnerved.

"What about you?" Jeff asked.

Randy shrugged. "I liked John, I guess.. But, I love women, don't get me wrong..." Randy shrugged, irritated that Jeff was asking a billion fucking questions about sexuality.

"What about.." Jeff was cut off when Edge walked back in.

"That was Vince, they found the car and suspect that my beautiful lovely wife," Edge shuddered, "ran off with Jeff Hardy. I told them my theory. They want me to come in and give a statement. I'm gonna go get cleaned up. Randy, watch Jeff." Edge headed toward the stairs.

Jeff turned to Orton. "Randy, let's get out of here now."

"I can't defy him now, Jeff." Randy said shamefully.

"He's a murderer, Randy. He's gonna kill one of us next. What's more important; living, or going to jail?" Jeff pleaded.

"Jeff..?" Randy sighed.

"You're still just a bitch, Orton." Jeff said coldly.

Randy looked at him. Blinking.

"You're Edge's bitch. That will never change. You do whatever he tells you. Last night proved it. I don't think you can defy him, because I think you're in love with him." Hardy accused.

"Did Edge drug you? Are you high?" Randy asked insulted.

"I'm serious, Randy. You've been literally bending over backwards to please him. I think that's why you hated me so bad. Because he loved me and not you. You spent years wrestling him, tagging with him, but you could never have him."

Randy stood up. Jeff's eyes followed him as he stood fully erect.

"I know you're mad at me for last night. But you need to shut your mouth. Edge is the last person I'd ever love. Do you understand me?" Randy snapped.

"Whatever. Has to be something? Scared of him with no reason to be, or you love him?"

"I have plenty of reasons to be scared of him." Orton held himself up with one hand on the counter.

"Right, the old bell hop dude." Jeff smarted.

"Yeah, the old bell hop dude." Randy repeated.

"Well, that should have been an early fucking warning sign of what Edge was capable of. What did he do? Chop him up? Fit him to some cement shoes and dump his ass in some body of water somewhere?"

"I don't know what all he did. I just know he did it." Randy bit his bottom lip.

"So, you knew Edge wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty and dispose of evidence." Jeff accused.

"I didn't think he'd ever be capable of actual murder, Jeff. The bell hop was an accident. Do you hear me? A fucking accident. I didn't mean to kill him."

"What was you aiming for then, a fucking concussion?" Jeff snarled.

"Shut up, Jeff, please. Just shut the hell up." Randy started pacing holding his head.

"No. You need to come to terms with shit, man. Edge raped you! Last night he fucking raped you." Jeff told him the same thing Orton told him Christmas night.

Randy stopped and glared at him. Bitch had big balls talking to him like this while he was handcuffed.

"He made me blow you, he made you fuck me. He fucked you while you were fucking me, without permission from you. That's rape!" Jeff yelled his eyes wide.

"I wanted to fuck you." Randy poked him in the shoulder, "I wanted you to suck me off. I wanted to fuck you again, Jeff. It's all the fucking hell I've thought about. The only damn difference is I wanted it on my terms and not Edge's."

"I bet you wanted him to fuck your ass too." Jeff snapped never tearing his eyes off Orton.

"You want the truth? It wasn't so bad, Jeff. I don't see why you're such a whiney little bitch about it. You're used to pain."

"It's not the pain, you fuck. I hate Edge. I hate him for everything he's ever done to me or my brother. I did like it when it was you. But I was just a 'buddy fuck' to you." Jeff looked away.

Randy directed his eyes down. "That's not true."

"If you were any type of man you'd get me out of here."

"I can't damn it. Edge will pin this whole deal on me. Your kidnap, rape, Vickie's murder." Randy walked away and stood next to the counter again.

"I'll testify against Edge." Jeff turned his head back to Randy.

"I still don't trust you, Jeff. I don't care if we've fucked. I don't trust you." Randy glanced over at him.

"Why? Why can't you trust me? I didn't tell Edge you did anything to me. And as for the bell hop, the cops won't believe a word Edge says once they realize how insane he is."

"He has proof." Orton countered.

"What proof?"

"Pictures of the body."

"Where?"

"I don't know, I don't fucking know. I don't have anyone I can trust, Jeff. You don't get it. They all turn on me in the end. Edge is the only person whose kept his word not to say anything." Randy grabbed at what little hair he had.

"Unless you helped him hold me captive." Jeff said bitterly.

"I didn't know he was gonna do it, til it was too late. He called me with threats. I had no choice. I didn't assist him in the parking garage. I never expected him to kill anyone. I didn't think about your feelings.. no, I didn't. That's the truth. But, I didn't think I'd ever..." Randy stopped.

"Expect to what, Randy?" Jeff growled.

"I didn't expect to fall for you." Randy snapped.

"Then why are you holding me here?"

"I'm selfish, Jeff. I am a monster. Hate me all you want. You don't love me, Jeff. You're just using me to get out of here. Then you'll turn me in. I pick me. Hate me." Randy challenged.

Jeff looked at him hurt. What the fuck did Orton know?

"Fuck you, Orton! Fuck you, fuck you! I hope you fucking burn in hell, you goddamn bastard, piece of shit!" Jeff yelled and shouted begining to cry.

"Jeff, what the hell are you trying to prove? Your shit won't work, stop it." Randy turned too face him.

"You fucking love me? Then be a man and get me out of here! He's going to rape me again. He's gonna hurt me again. Do you fucking care? You don't love me. You can't love anyone. You are a waste, Orton. You'd be better off dead!" Jeff ranted through sobs, clinched teeth, and aching stabs to his chest and heart.

Randy's chin began to quiver, tears formed in his blue eyes.

"I have a secret for you, Randy. I did want you. I was attracted to you and I never got the fucking chance to act on it. When you kicked my brother, my flesh and blood, in the head among other places, I lost any feelings I had for you. And then you have it in you to bring this shit up in me again and basically leave me for dead! Why did you save me? You could have left me for dead in the basement. Fuck you, if you won't help me now!"

"How the hell do you feel now then, Jeff? I'm not the only ball-less pussy here." Randy let a couple of tears escape him.

"I hope Edge does kill you. I hope he kills us both. We're already a fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet anyways. Might as well die like them too. Everyone expects me to have a tragic ending anyhow. When Edge gets back down here, I'm gonna tell him you fucked me. I'm gonna tell him everything." Jeff growled.

"I already know."

Yes, the final chapters are split up in weird ways. I love cliffhangers, so they are abundant. Randy and Jeffy were supposed to have a long conversation. Okay, it ended up long. But boy, the drama. Edge, evil douche-bag. Got it.

Randy shoulda took Jeff out of there. I know. But if he did. I wouldn't have my climatic ending, that I've already wrote. XD!

Eh, I don't think Randy's revelation was so shocking. And I didn't write how Edge got rid of the body. This is not a cop drama. I didn't want it to be from the police's perspective. I wanted it to be from the captive's and the psychopath's. Don't tell me no one could get away with something like that. I read a hell of a lot of murder mysteries, people murder people all the time and they never get caught and it goes unsolved.

Also in closing, everyone thought that if Randy really had of been Edge's bitch that it would have been funny. So did I, but with as perverted as I am toward Rated-RKO, I made it so they never did fool around. I am working on one where they do after Cyber Sunday '06. If anyone's interested?