Thank you to all who are still w/ me and only hate me a little bit. Glamagirl, your wait is over. Renna33, read on. sevvysvampire2008, I hope you can wait too. Animal Luvr 4 Life, sicker? Yes. Chisato-chan, can't believe this story made someone cry. And all I had to do to get people to hate me was kill Randy Orton? Shocking. JNHwwe, Edge is sneaky, :P. NeroAnne, I love a good twist. I felt bad for Edge too, but it wasn't supposed to be a love story between him and Jeff. I need to write one where Edge isn't psychotic. HighflyinJeffHardy, cliffhangers are my favorite. Hey, it keeps 'em reading. Thank you for doing so. Pheonix-Syren, read on. I know I like to answer and respond to all of you, but if I do, I'll blow the suspense. Your mind's supposed to be reeling w/ 'what ifs'.
Captive;
Chapter twenty-one/ 'Culmination'Rated; M/ L, V (more brutal violence)
Matt came to a halt and stood still, his arms covering his face in a defensive stand. He heard the shot. Was he shot? His bones felt like jello, so he wasn't quite sure.
"Jeff?!" Matt looked over himself, patting himself all over with his hands. No blood. He wasn't shot.
"Oh, shit!" He heard Edge scream.
"Matty?" Jeff cried. He still laid half on his side, half on his stomach, in the floor after Edge had discarded him. His hands still bound by the metal cuffs of which Edge had the keys to.
"Jeffrey?" Matt ignored all else and went straight over to his brother. He turned him over and began checking him over. No blood, no bullet, no tear of any kind. Matt sighed relief, Jeff was fine.
"Oh, God, Jeff." Matt lifted him up in his lap and held him.
"Matt..."
Matt swallowed. "S'alright, Jeff. I'm here. You're okay."
Edge's agonized groan drawed back the attention of Matt Hardy. Adam stood bent over, wincing as he raised up a bit. His white shirt was covered with more blood. The bullet went in to his side. The blood already pouring out. Edge was shot. But he didn't know how, or who? Did Matt bring back-up? He looked down at the gaping wound, touching fingers to the blood, before directing his gaze back to the embraced Hardy brothers. They seemed just as confused as he was.
"Turn around, Edge. I don't wanna shoot you in the back!"
Edge growled and turned around slowly. Orton stood in the doorway, using the doorframe for added support. His shirt was covered with his blood, his hands were covered in blood, and he grasped tightly to the spare firearm Edge kept in the kitchen pantry. Edge knew Randy didn't even know that he had it. Bitch must of snooped. Randy held the gun up, barely standing, his free hand clutching where his stabs wounds were. Edge's eyes got wide. Randy was still alive! In pain? Yes. Alive? Barely. But still standing.
"How in the fuck!" Edge shouted angrily.
"Wasn't my time. Too bad it's your's, huh, Edge?" Orton winced as he smirked.
Randy cocked the gun and pulled the trigger, dead set on killing Edge once and for all.
'Click.'
Randy looked down at the pistol. Nothing. Empty?
"Shit." Orton muttered.
The spare gun was out of bullets. Empty. Randy cocked it again.
'Click.'
"No... Shit." He cocked it again. This sucked.
'Click.'
He tossed it across the floor. Damn thing was useless.
Edge watched him for a second, amused. He smiled and raised his gun, pointing it at The One Man Dynasty. Randy looked up at him. Well, he was certainly fucked.
"You are such a bitch, Orton." Edge proclaimed.
Matt tackled Edge from behind taking the Rated 'R' Superstar to the ground. The gun dislodged from Edge's grasp and slid across the floor. The two bitter enemies grappled for a while, until Matt got Edge on his back. Matt kneed Edge in the bullet hole causing him to yell out, before Matt head butted him.
Randy grabbed at his stomach, crumbling to the floor with an agonized grunt. He looked over at Jeff who watched on with horror. His beautiful green eyes darting from Randy over to Matt and Edge. He couldn't believe Orton was alive either. Randy shook off whatever pain he was feeling and began to crawl over Jeff's way.
Matt had straddled Edge and was punching him in the face. Adam's nose started to bleed.
"I'm gonna kill you, Edge! You fucking hear me, Copeland? You're dead, you sick fuck!" Matt shouted in a blazing heat of fury. He wrapped his fingers tightly around Edge's throat.
Edge gasped and kicked, choking under the tight grip of The older Hardy. He reach up and pushed his thumbs in Matt's eye sockets. Matt screamed and losened his hold. Edge rolled him off of him and went for the gun. He grabbed it and stood up. He saw Randy and Jeff in the corner. Randy was holding on to Jeff tightly.
"I'm sorry, Jeff, please. I do love you, you gotta believe me." Randy took Jeff's head caressing his cheeks with his thumbs wiping away tears. "I love you, I love you, please forgive me..."
"I..I thought you were dead..." Jeff coughed. Randy shook his head and held Jeff's close to his chest. He looked down at him, leaning down slowly...
Edge cocked the gun stopping them in their tracks. Both stared up at the mad man terrified.
"Aren't you two just fucking sweet? You love each other? You wanna be together? Fine. But we do this shit my way. I'll bury you both in the same fucking grave and you can spend all eternity together."
Adam looked at Jeff sadly, then smiled evily. He aimed the gun and pulled back on the trigger.
'Click.'
Edge looked down at the gun.
"Oh, fuck." Edge cursed, frustrated.
He had grabbed the wrong gun. He turned around to get the right one, stopping when he heard the gun cock.
"Looking for this?" Matt smiled, he was holding the gun out at arms length with both hands. He was aiming right at Edge.
Edge turned his head to the side. He was in tremendous pain from being shot by Orton and now he knew he was fucked. In being distracted by Jeff and Randy's touching moment, Edge had forgotten all about Matt.
"Matty? You and I both know that you won't use that on me." Edge's voice was far from pleading. Infact, it was sinister. Challenging almost.
"Oh, you're so fucking sure? You kidnapped and raped my brother, Edge. You deserve to die for all you've done." Matt hissed.
Randy and Jeff looked on. Randy looked down at Hardy checking to see if he was okay. He was in pain, but he didn't give a shit about himself anymore. If Jeff made it out okay, that was all that mattered. Orton gazed back up at Edge and over to Matt.
"Beg, Edge. Beg for you're fucking life. Pray that I don't have it in me to pull this fucking trigger and send you on to hell, so you can be Satan's bitch." Matt taunted.
"Matty, please, you don't wanna kill me." Adam's tone remained evil.
"I've been wanting to kill you for years, Edge." Matt confessed, staring wide-eyed at the bleeding psychopath that stood in front of him.
Matt turned his head and thought for a second. A sinister smirk painting his face. His dark eyes dancing with thoughts of revenge.
"You know what I should do? I should make you bend over the table and we should all take turns fucking and raping you, then we'll see how you fucking like it." Matt scowled.
"You'd like to fuck my ass wouldn't you?" Edge smirked. Then, without warning, he charged at Matt.
Matt didn't blink, he pulled the trigger. Edge jerked back, looking down at the hole in his abdomen. He blinked and looked back up at Matt. Who knew Hardy had it in him?
"I still fucked Jeff, Matt." Edge groaned.
"Fuck you, Edge!" Matt shot him again, firing rapidly.
Edge tried to stay up, jerking with every blow, but finally dropped to his knees, spitting blood. He looked over at Matt, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, before collapsing to his stomach. That was it, Edge gasped his final breath. Adam Copeland was dead. Blood instantly began to pool underneath him.
Matt fell to his knees. He was crying. Not because he had to shoot Edge, but because it was finally over. Matt got up and started toward Orton and his brother, kicking Edge in the side on his way through. Adam didn't move, or utter any kind of sound whatsoever. Matt leaned down and helped Randy up. Orton leaned against the wall, grunting. Matt helped Jeff to his feet, supporting his brother, who limped on his ankle.
"Do you know where the keys are to these cuffs?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, man." Randy went over and got the keys out of Edge's back pocket, yelling in pain as he bent down to retrieve them. He tossed them to Matt who uncuffed Jeff's hands.
Jeff rubbed at his wrists furiously, they were bruised purple and greenish from being in them so long. He looked up at Matt then hugged him tightly. Both Hardy's were crying.
"I love you, Jeff, are you okay.. It's over.." Matt cried holding his brother's head and looking him over.
Jeff nodded, "I love you too, Matty." There was nothing else to say.
Randy watched on, looking back down at Edge. He wanted to laugh. Finally over. He owed no more to the man. He looked back over to Jeff, Matt had one arm wrapped around his waist. Matty was vowing never to let go of him again. Pretty sure if there was a surgery to join them at the hip, Matt wanted to have it. Jeff looked away from Randy. There was a shit load to say. But now just didn't seem like the time. It was over, he was free. Finally free. Edge's party was over for good. Matt helped Jeff limp out of the room.
Randy kept his eyes trained on Edge. He had wanted to shoot him himself. That shot to the side was just to get his fucking attention. If the damn gun would have worked, he was going to shoot him in the skull. It was just enough to watch Matt fill him full of holes. Randy picked back up the gun Matt had dropped when he fell to his knees. He cocked it and aimed at Edge's head. Firing, and hitting him in the temple. Just for good measure. Both Hardy's heard the gun shot. Matt turned back around, one arm still around Jeff's waist, the other holding Jeff's hand as his arm was locked around Matt's neck. Matt looked at Orton as he held to the gun before dropping it.
"Just incase." Randy groaned.
--xx--
The paramedics and police had arrived. They tended to Jeff, getting him quickly to a medical facility immediately. Matt rode in the ambulance with him, not taking 'no' for an answer. Randy was also rushed to a hospital via a seperate ambulance. The nightmare was over, but he still needed to survive this. Randy prayed the entire way that his organs were not damaged. But, hell, he had made it this far.
Jeff was okay. They checked him over thoroughly. He would heal. He'd have scars, but when was that new? The worst of it was he was suffering from malnutrition. But, the doctors said with the right diet, and some time, he'd be as healthy as he ever was. His ankle had a minor fracture from the cuff he'd been kept in, but once again, nothing major. More good news was that, thanks in part to the rapes, he could have been seriously damaged on the insides. But his lining wasn't even badly tore. That was another thing that would heal without surgery.
--xx--
(January, 22, 2009, Thursday, 3 weeks later)
Jeff sat on the bed, looking out the window on his sixth floor hospital room. Matt was beside him sitting in a chair, reading a book with only one eye. He'd never take the other off Jeff ever again. Jeff looked over and smiled at his brother. He didn't care if Matt kept him on a tight leash for the rest of his life, it was just good to see him again. Great to be free, to be away from Adam Copeland. He never even wanted to use the word 'Edge' ever again.
They found the macabre grave containing Vickie Guerrero in the backyard thanks to Jeff. He kept his mouth shut about Orton, just like he said he would, Matt didn't even know why Orton was there. If Randy wanted to come forward on his own, he was free to do so. But, Jeff wasn't about to tell them he had a thing to do with it. If it hadn't of been for Randy, Jeff would have been dead. He saved him. It didn't matter that he helped Edge hold him hostage in a nightmare, Orton kept him alive. As far as the police knew, Randy was just another victim, or captive of Adam's. It wasn't like it wasn't the truth. Edge had kept his hold on Orton pretty damn tight. Blackmail, threats. That was enough to drive a man to do desperate things.
Randy survived. It was miraculous that no major organs were hit. The wounds were repairable. The blood he lost was replaced. The doctors said he passed out after he was stabbed, and that was what saved his life. Jeff was just happy to hear he'd be okay. In time, with rehab, that is.
Friday, the 2nd of January, they had a memorial for Vickie. They refused to give too many details as usual. Vickie had to be cremated because her remains were in such shitty condition. Edge will never again be mentioned in the annals of WWE. After all, he was psychotic. PWI, Inside Wrestling, and The Wrestler, would be right on it though. It wasn't like the fans didn't know, or the media didn't know. That's all it was, more bad press for the wrestling company in general.
The bottom line was it was over. Edge was dead. Or so the coroner had announced so, before the autopsy began. And before Edge was buried in a private ceremony that only included close relatives.
Vince knocked on the open door to room 623. Matt Looked over to see it was just their boss and nodded for the Chairman to come in. Vince nodded assent and ushered himself in to the room.
"Mr. McMahon." Matt greeted, he stood and shook the boss' hand.
"Matt. Jeff. Glad to see both of you are looking well. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing?" Vince nodded toward Jeff.
"Much better, sir." Jeff smiled.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking; How is Jay doing?" Matt asked.
"Jay's doing great actually. He woke up. He's talking in full sentences now. His recovery is nothing short of a miracle. He's going to live and will one day be able to wrestle again. He named Adam as the person who shot him. Like that matters, but if it was someone else we'd have another police case on our hands." Vince said with a tiny hint of sarcasm. Relief, but sarcasm.
"We don't need Detective Matt on the job again." Jeff rolled his eyes.
Matt gave his brother a look before turning his attention back to the Chairman.
"I'm glad to know Captain Charisma will be okay. Does anyone know why Edge shot him?" Matt folded his arms.
Vince shrugged, "Personal issues and past demons. Edge was demented, Matt. There was no logical explanation for why he done the things he done."
Jeff nodded. Matt shook Vince's hand again, Vince reach over and shook Jeff's as he took his leave.
"I'm happy Jay's okay." Jeff mumbled. He really was happy, he just had a hell of a lot on his mind regarding unfinished business.
"Jeff, you okay?" Matt asked concerned.
"Yeah, it's nothing. I.. I'm hungry, Matty." Jeff smiled, changing the subject.
"I'll call a nurse, have her bring you something." Matt offered. Jeff nodded approval before his brother pushed the call button.
First, I hope I didn't disappoint. I wrote this chapter before I posted the last one, or got any of your reviews. Some of you came close to decoding this story. Some of you were way off. This is not a test, just 'entertainment'. This isn't techically the ending. I have some unfinished business regarding Randy and Jeffy. Originally, I didn't want to kill Edge. He's evil, I know. But in the end he deserved it, b/c I made him way too evil. He's really dead and won't raise from the grave. Jeff deserved to shoot him, but that was done in a brilliant story already. It is also one of my favorites. Jeff taking the bullet for Matt? Hum, never thought of it. Would have sounded good, I guess, but after what Jeff was put through, he should have a happy ending. I thought it'd be poetic if Matt shot the maniac. I told you all that Randy was very vital ;) I threw in him getting to fire one last shot in Edge's head at the end. I was inspired by 'Scream', to just be sure there's no final scare.
Hopefully, all of you will stick around for a couple of extra chapters. :) They won't be as painful. But will be more like a thank you to all of you for reading, faving, reviewing, alerting, etc. And for the people who love the Randy/Jeff pairing. XD!
I give a major apology to Edge and all his fans, of which I am one myself. But, hey, our guy went out in a blaze of gruesome awesomeness.