Jeff kept kicking and struggling as X carried him upstairs to a bedroom. A part of him was screaming for him to beg X not to do this, but his mouth wasn't working right yet. It was like the words were stuck somewhere behind his throat. Besides, he doubted begging would do too much good anyway. X was determined to have him, and if a miracle didn't happen soon, X was going to get him.
"I had to kill her," X said as he dumped Jeff down on the bed. He straddled Jeff's waist and pinned his hands above his head so he couldn't get away. "You understand that, don't you? She wasn't going to stop until she killed you. I couldn't let that happen. You're mine Jeff. The only person who can make you go away is me. You understand that, right?"
Oh God, X was about as crazy as Adam was. Maybe he was even crazier because he seemed to have no idea how fucked up what he was doing truly was. Jeff tried to get out of X's grip. "Please," he finally begged. "Please don't rape me."
X frowned. "I'm not going to rape you. We're going to make love."
Jeff shook his head. "No we're not. I don't love you. I'm sorry but I don't. And I don't want to have sex or anything like that. So whatever you do to me, it'll be rape and I can't take that again." He was crying openly now. "Please, if you really care about me at all, don't do this."
X sighed. "Jeff, I don't think you're understanding something. You do love me. Deep down inside, you've always loved me. Randy's poisoned your mind so you can't see it, but it's there."
"X you're not listening!" Jeff said desperately. "I don't love you! Whatever feelings you think I have for you, you made them up in your mind."
X wasn't listening to a word Jeff was saying. He forced Jeff's legs apart and placed himself in between them. "I just have to make you feel it," he muttered. "It'll all be better once you feel it." He forced himself into Jeff, making the younger Hardy scream in pain. Block it out, Jeff tried to tell himself. Block it out and focus on anything else. You'll go insane if you don't. So Jeff focused on Randy and prayed that he would come for him. He prayed that Randy would come and save him.
After what felt like forever, X was done. He did not seem happy about things though. "You really don't feel it, do you?" he asked.
Jeff shook his head. His lower body ached terribly but he tried to keep blocking it out.
X sighed. "Well that's too bad." He got off Jeff and opened one of his dresser drawers. "Because I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do this." He pulled out a knife and lunged at Jeff with it. Jeff rolled off the bed just in time, and X ended up stabbing the bed. Jeff got to his feet and ran out of the bedroom. He hurt everywhere from the rape and the torture, but he ignored it. A little pain was not going to stop him from running the hell away from the psycho with the knife.
The front door was violently kicked open as he was running down the stairs. Randy, Matt and Tommy Dreamer came in, looking very ready for a fight. "Randy!" Jeff yelled. His legs nearly gave out from under him and he almost fell face first. Luckily, Randy was able to catch him before that happened.
"Jeff," Randy said in relief. He held Jeff tightly, kissing every part of his face. "Oh baby, what did he do to you?"
Jeff just shook his head and buried his face in Randy's chest. He didn't want to talk about it. Not right now anyway. Not only was it horrible, but X was still upstairs. They had to get the hell out of there.
"Bastard!" Matt yelled. There was a loud crash and Jeff snuck a peek. X had jumped over the railing and had been met by an angry Matt and Tommy. The two of them tackled the psycho to the ground, causing the knife to go flying out of his hands. It landed right at Randy's feet. "Stay behind me," Randy ordered. He let Jeff go and picked up the knife. "Let him go!" he said to Matt and Tommy.
They did just that, and as X lunged at Randy, he received his own knife right in his heart. Randy pushed the body away and backed away from it. "You can poison me all you want, but you DO NOT fuck with my Jeff," he declared. He pulled Jeff back into his arms. "I think I'm starting to feel like myself again."
Jeff clung to Randy tightly. It felt great to even just be seeing him again. For awhile there, he truly believed he had been going to die before Randy got to him. "That's great honey," he said slowly. "But I'm not feeling so great right now. I think I need to go to the hospital."
Randy looked down at Jeff's very battered body. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. We tried to get here as fast as we could…"
"It's okay," Jeff assured him. Everything that had happened hadn't truly sunk in yet, so he was feeling amazingly numb. Of course he knew that he was going to feel everything in a little bit and it would feel like he was in hell. But that would be later. Right now, he liked the numbness. "Just somebody go get my clothes so we can get the hell out of here. I really don't want to be here anymore."