Wow! Thank you to all who have stuck with me! XD! Glamagirl, the finale was so long it had to be diced up. Animal Luvr 4 Life, Edge was crazier. But if Orton had of been as evil back then as he is now, punting people, they would have been more dangerous. The bellhop was ancient and a big strong wrestler like RKO, w/ a steel tray, in the temple- pretty damn hard. Renna33, business just picked up, lol! Chisato-chan, Adam's fate and Randy's destiny approaches. sevvysvampire2008, I am guilty of leaving stories myself, but I hate when writers do that. I've vowed not to stop this one til I'm finished. NeroAnne, waiting? Yes, I know that feeling. (cough) Hint, hint. JNHwwe, Randy/Jeff, Romeo/Juliet, R/J hehehe. I just noticed that. Oh, here we go...
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Chapter twenty / 'Psychos Need Love'Rated; M/ L, V (more brutal violence)
Randy's blood froze in his veins. He turned around to see Edge standing in the doorway. His hair was wet from the shower, water leaking from it soaking his white colored shirt. He must of just heard the last of it.
"It's okay, Jeff. I already know Randy's fucking you." Edge shrugged.
Randy looked over to Jeff and then hung his head. This was really bad.
"I've known since that first night actually. Remember me telling you I'd know if you touched him? Hum, you remember that?" Edge examined his nails. He'd been chewing them again.
"Edge.. I.." Randy backed up defensively.
"It's fine, Randy. I'm not mad. You think I would have been mad, or jealous. But I thought it was actually pretty fucking hot. So sneaky, dirty, deceptive, just how I like it." Edge smirked walking over to Jeff and walking fingers up his arm and across his shoulders.
"How the fuck do you know?" Randy asked blatantly.
"Cameras." Edge pointed up and around the room. "They're hidden in all the rooms. I told you, I spent a shit load on this place and everything in it."
"Edge, I'm sorry..."
"I understand, Orton. I mean, shit, he is fucking irresistible."
Edge leaned down and nipped at his neck growling like a lover. Jeff flinched away.
"Falling in love with him? I get that too. But you need to understand, he's mine."
Randy swallowed. Jeff's words still in his head, 'He's going to rape me again.'
"That's why I staged that little threeway last night. If you were gonna fuck him. I wanted to watch in person. If you were gonna take something from me, I wanted to take something back." Edge smirked.
Edge reach behind himself and pulled out the gun that had been concealed down in the back of his pants.
"Hey, man, what the fuck are you doing? C'mon it won't happen again." Groveling was so cliche in situations such as this.
"Relax, I'm not gonna shoot you, as long as you co-operate." Adam held the pistol at arm length toward Orton.
Jeff stared at Edge terrified, his heart racing in his chest. Where the fuck did Edge get a gun?
"You know what I did Jeffro? I shot my best friend the other day. I shot my 'brother'. I shot Jason and left him to die. That mother fucker is alive and well. He's temporarily comatose and hanging on by a damn thread. When he comes to, he's gonna tell them who shot him. Vince called to tell me Christian was shot. They fucking know and they're trying to fish me out. If I go finish the job, the cops will be waiting. If I sit back and wait for him to come to, he'll name me as the perp. I am done for. I am fucked!" Edge ranted waving the gun towards Randy.
"So, man, then let us go. Don't take us with you, dude. You've done enough to Jeff. You've done enough to everyone." Randy bargained.
"Oh, no. I'm just getting started mother fucker."
Edge looked over at Orton. He scanned over him, sizing him up.
"On your knees."
"Edge, come on, man." Randy pleaded.
"I said on your fucking knees! You are expendable to me. I will kill you slowly. I gave you everything! How dare you try and take my Jeffy away from me." Edge ranted through clinched teeth.
"I thought you weren't jealous." Randy sneered.
"I'm a fucking liar!" He yelled. Adam's eyes were wild and crazy. The man was truly desperate.
"Edge, please. I'll do anything you want me to do. I won't cry, or beg, or fight. Just leave Randy alone." Jeff begged.
Edge looked at him stunned. He blinked. Realization hitting hard. Edge licked his lips and painted his face back with an evil glare.
"Oh, isn't that fucking cute? Jeffrey's in love. You think because you don't love me that I'm going to let you two go play house? And fucking live happily ever after? Fuck you! You're both wrong. You're both my sluts, you're both my bitches. Goddamn it, Randy, on your fucking knees!"
Randy stood still, defiant, never tearing his eyes off Edge. Edge held the gun to Jeff's head, cocking it.
"You won't do it. You love him, remember?" Randy couldn't hear himself over his heart.
"Yes, I do love him. But I will kill you both, unless you do what I say."
Randy clinched his teeth.
"Fine, Edge, whatever you say." He growled.
Edge held up the gun and smiled. He walked toward Randy who glared at him trying to seem unintimidated by Edge. Edge wrapped an arm around his waist. The one that held the gun. He pulled him close, wigging his hips against his. He used the gun to lift Orton's shirt and slide the gun down in the back of his pants.
"Leave him alone. I don't want you touching Jeff. Do you hear me?" Randy swallowed.
Edge grinned. "Y'know, Randy? After I kissed Jeff after he got done sucking you; I haven't been able to get out of my mind how you taste."
Randy shut his eyes as Edge dipped the cold metal barrel of the gun between his crack. Jeff looked away, he didn't want to watch. Edge reach up and grabbed Randy's face, pressing his lips to Orton's and kissing him softly. Randy stood like stone with his fists tightly balled up at his sides. He didn't move, he didn't back off. He wanted to kill Edge, now more than ever before. He was sick of this shit. But the gun, that was basically molesting him, kept him still. Edge pulled back. His breathing hitched in early arousal. Edge nibbled on his own bottom lip, savoring the taste. He looked up in to Randy's eyes.
"You taste so good, Randy. It's too bad I never did anything with you years ago."
Randy swallowed before Edge captured his lips again, moaning. Edge pulled away again.
"Kiss back, Randy, or do you want a bullet up your ass?"
Edge nipped at Orton's bottom lip, sucking on it before going in for another kiss. Randy hesitated, but he felt Edge dig the gun deeper between his cheeks. Randy opened his mouth and welcomed Edge's tongue. Edge reach behind himself, just as Jeff looked up.
"Randy?" He uttered horrified.
Edge pulled the knife out of his back pocket, and in a swift motion stabbed Randy deep in the side.
Randy groaned, jerking his head from Edge. He looked at him wanting an explanation, but not needing one. Leopards don't change their spots. Edge glared back at him, a half snarled smiled on his face. The blood began to soak Randy's shirt as it spurted from the wound. Edge pulled the knife out and stabbed him again.
"Edge..." Randy gasped.
"I'm sorry, Randy. You wanted out. You got out. I warned you what would happen." Edge panted. He stabbed him again, deep and hard.
Randy slowly dropped to his knees, his hand holding the knife wound to try and stop the bleeding.
"Randy! Shit.. Randy! Noo.. you fucking psycho!" Neither man had noticed Jeff screaming his lungs out.
Edge took Randy's head in his hands holding it tenderly as Orton began to fade from consciousness. He looked down in to his blue eyes. He almost felt sorry for him. He was going to miss his former partner. Edge kissed his lips softly once more before dropping him to the ground, still holding to the bloody knife. The thick red liquid covering his fingers and hands. He wiped them on his blue jeans, staining them as well.
"Randy...ohh, God... nooo...nooo..." Jeff was crying.
Edge turned back to him. He raked his fingers through his blond hair, getting some blood in it, he shoved the sides behind his ears, causing strands to come lose and fall down over his eyes. Jeff looked at him terrified, he appeared more psychotic than ever. Like some sicko from a demented horror movie. Jeff was in a horror movie, and Edge was the lunatic killer. Edge slowly started toward him.
"Nooo, you stabbed him! You sick fuck, you killed him!" Jeff kicked, struggling to get away. But it was no use.
"Shut up, Jeff." Edge snapped.
He opened a drawer and took out a phone. Jeff's phone. He flipped it open and began to dial.
"Time for the culmination, Jeffrey." Adam said darkly.
--xx--
Matt looked down at his ringing cell. He looked down and saw who it was from, his heart skipped a beat. He flipped it open with zero hestitation.
"Jeff?" He asked excitedly.
"Hello, Matty." Edge growled.
"Edge? Where the fuck is Jeff? They know you took him, Edge." Matt demanded.
"Jeff's here. He's safe. Can't say the same for certain other people." Edge smirked.
"Matt! Hang up the phone! Don't listen to him! Hang up!" Jeff yelled trying to warn his brother.
"Jeff?! Let me talk to him, you bastard."
"You wanna talk to Jeff. I'll tell you where you can do it. But first, you have to agree to come alone. No cops, no detectives. Just you. If you don't and I so much as smell a cop, he's dead. I'll kill him before you get to the door." Edge threatened.
"Matt! No, hang up! He'll kill you, Matt!" Jeff screamed.
"Shut up!" Edge hit Jeff hard across the face.
"Edge, if you touch him again, I'll rip your balls off. Do you fucking hear me?" Matt had heard the slap.
"You want Jeff, you come alone." Adam repeated.
"Fine. You want it to be just you and me? That's fine." Matt agreed.
Edge smiled wider.
--xx--
Edge walked around Jeff. He had moved him to the den. Jeff sat in a chair, except this time his hands were not linked with the back. He could easily get up and try to bail. But that would be suicide knowing that Edge had both a gun and a knife (that was secured in the holster, strapped to his leg). Edge ran his blood stained fingers across Jeff's back. His white shirt was also stained with Randy's blood. The dark red turning a reddish brown as it dried. Edge got down in front of Jeff and laid his head in his lap. Still holding the gun in plain view.
"Why couldn't..." Edge stopped taking a deep breath. "I loved you so much, Jeff.. so, much, for so many years." Edge rubbed up Jeff's leg under his pants.
Jeff stared forward. Randy was dead. Edge killed him. He watched as he stabbed the man he loved and he couldn't do not a damn thing to stop it. Matt was on his way. Edge had gave him directions. Jeff wasn't so sure both of them, if either of them, would come out of this alive. This was it. Just like Romeo and Juliet, in a sick twisted love story, he'd be with Randy soon.
"Why couldn't you just love me that way?" Edge sounded hurt. Deranged, but hurt.
"You kidnapped me, Edge. You stole my brother's girlfriend. You nearly got him fired. Then you hold me hostage. You raped me. You've tortured me, beat me, starved me, abused me. You need help, Edge. Don't you see how many lives you've ruined? What all you've done?" Jeff said as calmly as it would come. His voice was thick, full of repressed fear and anguish.
"Shut up, Jeff. Your brother will be here soon."
Edge stood up and walked around to the back of Jeff. He pulled Jeff's hair back and pulled the rubberband he had on his arm off and wrapped it around Jeff's hair.
"I can make his death quick, or I can make it slow and painful. It's up to you." Edge sadly taunted.
"You won't get away with this, Adam." Jeff almost whispered.
Edge shook his head. He already knew that. He knew he was done for. Edge walked back around and straddled Jeff sitting on his lap. He held the gun in his hand even as he took hold of Jeff's face and studied it. Jeff glared at him through firey eyes.
"Would you have ever loved me?" Edge asked quietly.
Jeff smirked. "No, Adam. I would have never loved you. I could never love a psycho like you."
"You love Randy. I know you do. You wanted him to kiss you. I saw it in your eyes. I watched. You wanted to fuck him. You came when he touched you."
"Randy's not you, Edge." Jeff answered.
"So, you do love him?" Edge appeared heartbroken.
"Yes, I did. Before you killed him."
"He's just like me, you know?" Edge swallowed thickly.
"No, he's not like you. He did what he had to do to survive. You do what you do to get what you can't have. You don't care who you hurt. Randy had a heart. He just needed someone to show him that he did. Someone he could trust. Edge, you're scum, you don't have a heart. Instead of coming up to me and asking me out all those years ago, you fucked my brother's girlfriend." Jeff didn't give Edge the satisfaction of looking at him.
"Matt kept you away from me." Edge brushed his lips across Jeff's.
"With good reason." Jeff looked straight ahead.
"I love you, Jeff. We coulda been happy." Edge softly kissed his lips.
"I could never be happy with you." Jeff said when he broke the kiss.
Edge looked down, then back up. He pulled him closer holding him tightly. It fucking hurt, even for a maniac. Love is love and you don't chose. Love is love, love is pain, even for psychos. Jeff sat as still as death. He was deathly afraid. Edge wasn't stable and Edge had goaded his brother to come here. Jeff was afraid that Edge would shoot him on sight, then kill Jeff. Edge has nothing else to lose if the cops know that he is behind it all. Edge will take them both with him, just like he took Randy down.
"Matty's not far from here. He should get here quick enough."
"Edge, please don't hurt him." Jeff asked quietly.
Edge didn't respond, he just started twirling Jeff's ponytail with his fingers as he held him.
"Matty has to understand that you're mine. Not his, not Randy's. Mine. Whether you, or anyone else likes it or not." Edge whispered.
--xx--
Matt drove like a maniac from the airport. Edge wasn't very far. It helps to have connections. He knew it could be a wild goose chase. It could prove to be a dead end, literally. For both him and his brother. But he was willing to take any and all risks. If Edge was going to give him a chance, he was going to take it. It was the stupidest thing he had ever done. But Matt wasn't thinking about these things as he drove to the location. No, all he thought about was seeing his brother.
Matt came to the house at the end of the long dirt road. He was so anxious he nearly got out of the car while it was still moving. It's amazing how many emotions you can experience all at once. Fear; that he'd find Jeff dead and the next dead body would be his. Hope; that Jeff would be alive and that he could take Edge. He approached the door, wondering if he should knock. He tried the knob anyway. It opened right up. Using the door as a shield, he cautiously peered inside. The living room was all clear.
"Jeff?" He risked calling out.
Silence.
Matt slowly made his way to the kitchen.
--xx--
Edge held his hand over Jeff's mouth as he stood behind him.
"Shhh.." Edge whispered, nuzzing his face next to Jeff's.
--xx--
"Jeffro? Where are you?" Matt called.
He looked around seeing the body of Randy Orton over by the wall, blood had soaked his clothes and hands. He couldn't tell if he was breathing, but probably not.
"Oh, my, God." Matt muttered.
Then a heated scream from Edge broke the silence. Matt turned his head in the sound's direction.
"Matt! Leave now, go, he has a gun!" Jeff yelled.
--xx--
"Quiet, you little shit."
Edge hit in him in the back of the head. Jeff had bit his hand to scream at Matt.
--xx--
Matt followed the direction in which the sound had came from, right into the den. He wasn't much thinking about what awaited him when he got there. Edge stood holding Jeff up from behind, his arm wrapped around his chest. The gun was in the other hand, pointed to the younger Hardy's head.
"Jeff! Edge, let him go." Matt stopped dead a few feet away.
"He's mine, Matt." Edge scowled.
"Adam, you're insane. You need professional help, bro." Matt pleaded. He gazed around looking for any opening, that wouldn't cost Jeff his life.
"I'm not your bro. Shut up. No! Jeff belongs to me. Jeff is my whore. Just like Lita became my whore. The only difference is; I love Jeff."
"Why are you doing this, man?" Matt asked calmly. On the inside he was freaking out.
"Matty, please leave." Jeff whined desperately.
"Why? You kept Jeff away from me. You kept him all to yourself." Adam practically whined in angst.
"Adam, please, give me the gun. You don't wanna kill anyone, now." Matt bargained. He knew that was a stupid plea bargain, seeing how Randy Orton was crumbled up in a bloody mess in the kitchen.
"Tell him, Jeff. Tell him you're my whore." Edge whispered, he leaned Jeff's way, but kept his eyes trained on Matt hardy.
"No, please, Edge.. just let me go.." Jeff begged.
"Tell Matty that you like it when I fuck you." Edge nuzzled his head next to Jeff's neck still looking psychotically over at Matt.
"You son of a bitch!" Matt snarled. He started towards Edge. Edge cocked the gun and pressed it hard to Jeff's temple.
"Come closer and I'll blow his brains all over the walls." Edge threatened.
Matt stopped. "C'mon, Edge, this is crazy. If you.. love my brother.. let him go." It killed Matt to even say the word 'love' in that equation.
"Jeff is mine, Matt! Tell him, Jeff." Edge demanded.
Jeff awallowed. "No."
"Tell him, or I kill him." Edge held the gun out to Matt. "Tell him!"
"I'm Edge's whore, Matt." Jeff whimpered.
Edge smiled and moved his arm up to Jeff's neck nearly choking him.
"I swear, Adam, I'm gonna kill you." Matt glared at him, and if looks could kill, Edge would be dead.
"Tell Matty how you like to suck me off. Tell Matty how I make you come. Or how you scream like a bitch when I'm holding your tight ass as I fuck you. Tell Matty how much you like having my dick in your pretty little mouth." Edge taunted.
"You're a dead man, Edge." Matt seethed, more angry than he's ever been.
Edge threw Jeff down to the ground and held his arms out in the air.
"Come and get me." He arrogantly challenged, his eyes blazing widely at Matt.
Matt charged him without really thinking. Edge had a gun. It didn't fucking matter. Edge was in sight.
BANG!
To all who made it this far and have not bailed; I am aware this chapter may make some of you pissed off. Please, trust me ;) I know what I'm doing. I dug my way out of that hole Randy put me in. You'll wanna stick around for the next chapter.
Edge is aware that his plans have back fired. Now it's all or nothing.
I had to have one more moment with Jeffy and Edge. It hurts to love someone who loves someone else and they'll never love you back. Yes, I am aware Edge is crazy and everything he's done is twisted and wrong, and inexcusable. But he's still tormented by the horror that is love. :(
Matty doesn't care about the precautions, he just wants to get to his brother. And get his hands on Edge.
Who got shot? I'm not telling. At least, until the next chapter. Hehehe...