"Randy! Randy! You've got to wake up man!"

"Quit slapping him Matt! That's not helping anything."

"Well he needs to wake up! Tomko's dead, Jeff's gone and Randy might be the only one who knows what happened."

"Maybe we should dump water on him."

Randy opened his eyes to find Matt, Katie, John and Mickie standing over him. It only took about a second for everything to come rushing back to him. Once it did, his stomach turned violently. X had Jeff. X had taken his Jeff away to God knows where. "Jeff," he whispered. He stood up, ignoring his friends and the EMTs that were trying to help him. He was in the hallway outside the room now. There was yellow police tape blocking the doorway of the room now. "X has Jeff," he said quietly.

Matt groaned as John and Mickie exchanged worried looks. "Oh no," Matt said. "How did this happen?"

Randy shook his head. "I don't know, it all happened so fast. We came back to our room and it was trashed. Tomko was here and he attacked us. Then the next thing I know, Jeff is saying X killed Tomko and then X came into the bathroom intending to kill me."

"Why didn't he?" Katie asked.

Randy looked down. "Jeff let X take him instead. I tried to talk him out of it, but X had a knife pointed at me and it made Jeff--" He bit his lip and shook his head. "I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have tried harder to stop it. I should have--"

John interrupted Randy by shaking him violently. "You need to stop blaming yourself," the Doctor of Thuganomics ordered. "You did not let this happen. X used you to get to Jeff and it worked. Now we have to use the fingerprints from the knife to get to X. We have got to find out who in the hell we're really looking for so we can find Jeff."

"But what if the fingerprints aren't any help? What do we do then?"

"That's when you do some digging into some family history."

Everybody turned around and saw Tommy Dreamer standing there. "What the hell are you doing here?" Randy asked.

Tommy shrugged. "I saw the cop cars outside and came to investigate. I heard you guys talking about a guy name X who now has Jeff. Now I met a guy named X once. Is your X got a tattoo on his face of the letter X?"

Randy nodded. "Yeah. Tommy what do you know about this guy? I need to know everything right now."

"Hey all I know is that he's a certifiable loony who was kept in his mother's basement for like eight years. The only time I met him was when he ran away to Philadelphia for a little while. Raven took him under his wing and became his spiritual leader of sorts. If anyone knows where X would go, it's Raven." He gave Randy a serious look. "Raven's not just going to tell you this information for free though. He'll want something in return, and it's not going to be money. You're going to have to be willing to do absolutely anything."

"I'm already willing," Randy said. "I'll do anything to save Jeff."

XXXXXXXX

Jeff felt like he was trapped in some sort of horror movie or something. He had been stripped completely naked, and his hands were bound to a set of chains that were hanging from the ceiling. X was standing in front of him, running his hands all over his body. He shuddered at the feel of those hands. They were not like Randy's hands. They were too rough and clumsy.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," X whispered. He tucked a strand of Jeff's hair behind his head. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to restrain myself for all these years? It was more than I could stand sometimes."

Jeff turned away. He couldn't stand to look at X. But looking at the walls weren't much better because they were filled with pictures of him. Every single space was covered with pictures. Some of them were actually private photos that could have only been taken by somebody who had been watching him. It clearly showed that X was not fucking around when he said he wanted Jeff.

X forced Jeff to look back at him. "I asked you a question Jeff. Why won't you answer me?"

"Go to hell," Jeff snapped. He sounded a lot braver than he actually felt. The truth was, he was absolutely convinced that he was going to die in this cold, dark basement. He was going to die without ever seeing Randy again. It was not a pleasant feeling.

X chuckled. "You've got some fire in you. I like that." He kissed Jeff roughly, nearly choking the younger Hardy with his tongue. Jeff tried to resist but X was stronger than he was. Somebody help me, Jeff thought desperately. Somebody please help me.

"Alexander! What the hell are you doing?"

X quickly stepped away from Jeff and looked down at his feet. A small woman that had to be at least fifty came barging down the stairs. "I'm playing with my Jeff Momma," X explained.

X's mom looked infuriated. "Playing with your Jeff? I thought I told you that this bullshit had to stop! I told you that I was tired of moving because you kept killing your obsessions when they don't love you back." She stopped and examined Jeff with her beady eyes. They widened when she actually recognized him. "Wait a minute," she said. An evil smile appeared on her face. "Alex, on second thought, you did a good thing here. I've been meaning to have a little talk with this bastard for awhile now. Go get the branding iron."

X shook his head. "No Momma. He's mine to play with. You have to get your own."

"Alexander Lee Copeland, do not argue with me!"

Copeland? Jeff's heart nearly stopped when he heard that last name. The situation was suddenly much, much uglier. "Oh God no," he moaned. "X, you're Adam's…"

"Half brother," Mrs. Copeland said. "And I'm Adam's mother, and I will make you pay for taking my sweet baby away from me."