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Death to Het
Chapter 4: Captured
Shawn had called a meeting of all the slash musi in his and Hunters home. He had heard rumors that some of them were getting tired of waiting for their turn to wreak havoc to people of the het world and so were going off on their own witch hunts. Shawn did not at all like the idea of this. This whole project was his baby and he felt very strongly about it and wanted it done right. So far things had gone pretty well, he just had to get Taker and Kane to stop fighting over methods of torture so they could get to Jaria. Shawn had suggested the obvious, why not use whatever Kane wanted and what Taker wanted to do? Both men turned identical scowls on each other. They both wanted to be in charge of their assignment so it seemed and this meant they were getting nowhere.
"If you have to be reminded, technically speaking, I am in charge and neither of you are." Shawn informed both large men and they now turned their glares from each other onto Shawn. "And don't glare at me! Hey, I can take you both off this mission if I want to and I'll assign you to something horrible!"
"What would that be Michaels?" Kane growled.
"Well, I erm, don't know yet but you just wait you'll be sorry you ever crossed me!" Shawn shouted jabbing his finger at Kane's shoulder then thinking better of it. "Um…sorry."
"Hey everyone's here but Miz and Morrison." Slash Hunter said trotting up next to Shawn. He licked his fingers and flipped pages on a clip-board showing Shawn check marks next to everyone except for The Shaman of Sexy and The Chick Magnet.
Taker shook his head at the duo. Since when was DX known to be orderly and organized? This was really strange. But Shawn was consumed with this mission now and once Shawn got an idea in his head it didn't get thwarted easily, besides, it was a good idea. Taker and many others just didn't understand why things had to be done the way they were. Taker thought it was about time he voiced the opinion of many slash musi.
"Where are they?" Shawn grumbled rubbing his chin.
"Can't we just start without them? You know how they are they're probably making out and forgot about the meeting." Hunter gave a little shrug.
"Alright…I just hope they aren't getting into trouble."
"Miz, I don't think we should be doing this!" Slash Morrison whispered to his chick-magnet friend. His designer glasses slid down on his nose slicked with the nervousness of his sweat. "Shawn is more or less in charge of this whole thing and I don't know if we should be going through with this on our own. He didn't assign us to anyone yet…"
Shawn had decided that it would be best to assign certain slash musi with the task of knocking off certain other het musi or couples. The latest assignment was that het Jaria, Jeff Hardy and Maria, should be taken out by the slash Brother's of Destruction. Now the only problem was that the assignment was being delayed because Taker and Kane were arguing over how to go about it and when they did try to stalk Jaria just yesterday Kane blew their cover by farting like a sonic boom. Taker had warned him about eating burritos but little brother didn't listen. Anyway, Jaria had taken off and both were now wary and watchful of their surroundings making Taker and Kane's job even harder.
Slash Miz and Morrison hadn't been assigned anything yet. Of course Miz didn't like it and came up with his own scheme which was probably doomed to spell disaster. It was his idea that they should go after their het selves and take them out.
That was why they were both hiding in the bushes, Morrison aggravated because the knees of his tailor made high end jeans were staining with mud, and his arms were getting caught and scratched up by brambles. He turned to send a hateful look to his partner but slash Miz was too busy watching in fascination.
"I don't understand them at all." Miz mumbled as he kept his eyes glued to het Miz and Morrison. "How the hell can I not be attracted to you even in het life?" Miz flashed a smile at his perfect lover who looked ready to deck him at any moment. "And me? Well how could anyone male or female het or slash not be attracted to this!" He puffed out his chest and bobbled his head as he let Morrison get a good look at him. "That's right. Be jealous."
"For someone trying to be undercover you sure like to jibber jabber a lot." Morrison shot back trying to fix his hair and finding a bee in it. Slash Miz was quick enough to slap a hand over Morrison's mouth when his eyes grew wide and his lips parted with a shriek ready to burst forth. Luckily it muffled into Miz's hand but the bee was now enraged and zoomed straight for Miz' face. He quickly snatched off his fedora and waved it around at the damn insect.
"Kill it!" Miz hissed and Morrison ducked down losing his glasses as it buzzed past his ear. "Damn it if you didn't use all that shit on your hair then these things would be--"
"Me!?" Morrison nearly yelled but remembered they were trying to stalk themselves. "Someone could impale themselves on your pointy ass head!" He shot back before cowering once more as the bee struck terror into him. Suddenly, both men stopped holding deathly still. Morrison crossed his eyes as the yellow and black fiend landed directly on his nose. "Get it off!" He squealed like a little girl.
"Sssh!" Miz warned and crept forward slowly with his fedora raised and ready to—smack!
"OW!" Morrison yelled.
"Die BITCH!" Miz beat Morrison's head and face with his hat as the bee flitted and buzzed landing here and there.
"The motherfucker's stinging me! Get off of me! Both of you!" Morrison shoved Miz backwards toppling him at the toes of some pointy black boots. Miz was jerked up by his shirt and came face to face with het Morrison. He smirked at slash Miz and pulled down his sunglasses looking over the tops of them.
"Well, what do we have here."
"John help!" Miz called to his friend in the bushes. John stumbled out, his perfect hair a wreck, his face swelling from bee stings, and holding his glasses up sadly missing a lense.
Before slash Morrison could help his partner—and at this moment he was not all that sure that he wanted to—his arms were pulled behind him and his wrists were bound.
"We know what you're doing." A familiar yet slightly different voice whispered hot against his ear.
"Hey leave him alone!" Slash Miz shouted at his het counterpart as he dragged disheveled slash Morrison over to the other two. Slash Miz struggled with het Morrison stomping down on his toe but it did little good. Soon slash Miz found his hands also bound. He pouted when slash Morrison gave him a death glare and mouthed: This is all your fault!
But technically…it was the bee's fault.
"I don't understand why we can't just get a buncha machine guns and blow their het asses to hell!" Taker shouted his voice booming over the other arguing voices. This meeting had gotten out of control and Shawn was ready to rip his already sparse hair out.
"Because damn it! That's not how it works! We can't physically die because we're not physically alive like real people! We're musi!" Hunter screamed back at Taker in defense of his frazzled boyfriend. He was unaffected when the big dark man stepped forward looming over him. As if to prove this once and for all Shawn reached behind him to a table that held refreshments and grabbed a knife from the table. Before Mark could react the knife was thrust into his chest and the whole room fell silent. Hunter tore the knife free and did it again and again. Taker watched in shock as blood soaked into his clothes. On the fourth attempt Taker grabbed Hunter's wrist twisting it behind his back until Triple Idiot dropped the knife.
"What the fuck did you just do to me!" Taker bellowed beginning to feel a bit dizzy from the blood loss.
"I stabbed you numb nuts."
Taker grabbed Hunter over his head and tossed him onto the refreshment table sending deserts and snacks flying everywhere.
"Mark…calm down." Kane said placing a hand on his brother's tattooed arm. "He's right. You…you should be dead by now. He stabbed you right in the heart multiple times and you're okay."
"But it HURTS!" Taker bellowed shoving his brother out of the way and storming into Shawn's kitchen to find some towels to clean up with.
The room was soon again in a commotion as people were now discussing Mark and his stab wounds.
"Hey, quiet!" Shawn yelled climbing onto the back of his sofa. The room once more fell silent and all eyes were on Shawn, the mastermind.
"So you all get the point. Now can we please do things orderly and follow my instructions?" Shawn scanned the faces around him, some seemed okay with it, others scowled, some just looked confused, slash Cena was paying no attention at all and was licking cherry pie from Hunter's face. Shawn considered flying off the handle at the young man for daring to touch his Hunter—let alone with his tongue for hells sake—but something else diverted his anger. Two faces were still missing from the group. Even by now Miz and Morrison should have shown up. Hunter had been calling both of their phones for nearly two hours now with no answer.
"Has anyone seen Miz and Morrison today?" Shawn asked the group gathered in his living room. A chorus of negative replies came from the group but Shawn noted something peculiar. Slash Jeff and Matt seemed to be bickering over something and Matt grabbed his brother's arm trying to drag him forward through the group.
"Hardys what do you know?" Shawn inquired and both men stopped still, all faces turned to look at them. Jeff tried to hide behind his brother but Matt shoved him forward.
"They um…sorta…told me…they were goin' off on their own to find their het selves and do away with them. I shoulda told you sooner."
Shawn slapped himself in the face thoroughly frustrated. Who knew what those two ding bats had gotten themselves into now?
"Alright. I think we should probably send out search parties for them. Hunter's been trying to get a hold of them for two hours with no luck." Hopefully, Shawn thought, they're still okay…because when I get to them I'm going to kill them my self!
Slash Miz turned to slash Morrison who was shackled to the wall of Jeff's basement. Miz had briefly wondered why het Jeff had such things in his basement but then thought it better not to let his mind wonder in that direction. Miz was not all that comfortable himself chained up to the water heater. He idly tugged on the chain making it clank and clatter.
"Will you stop that!" Slash Morrison barked angrily.
"Well sorry I'm bored!" Miz whined trying to use all of his will power not to jangle the chain again.
"Bored? You're bored? Well I'm really sorry you're bored!" Morrison spat, then regretted twisting his face into such a horrible scowl, because the pain from the bee stings was nearly unbearable, another fine mess he would blame the Miz for.
"Did someone say they were bored?" An amused voice floated down the stairs followed by footsteps. White boots outlined in black made their way down the steps. Soon the black pants, highlighter-yellow tank top, yellow and orange arm socks, and rainbow hair came full into view…the owner of the basement. He was followed closely behind by het Miz and Morrison.
"Let's entertain your partner shall we?" Jeff laughed sauntering over to slash Morrison and rattling his chains mockingly. Het Miz and Morrison laughed and sneered.
"Why are you doing this!" Slash Miz shouted pulling harder on his chain, the cuff digging into the flesh of his wrist, turning it dark purple.
"My lovely woman and I have been being stalked and spied on by two of your people." Jeff spat turning his attention momentarily to Miz. "Not only that but some of our people have gone missing. It's not that I especially cared for Adam, there's too much history there, or Vicki for that matter she was just annoying. But they were our people and we know what your people did to them. There are rumors of an uprising…and we will not sit by idly as our people are plucked off one by one. Ya'll are going to have hell to pay."
"We don't know what you're talking about!" Morrison shouted.
"That's right, play stupid." Jeff turned back to slash Morrison and licked his lips. "I don't care. You're going to be done away with one way or the other. Your little buddy has done most of the work already, he's made our job so much easier. Morrison." Jeff snapped his fingers and het Morrison, the perfect copy of slash Morrison, handed Jeff a mirror. Jeff leered at slash Morrison and played with the mirror. "That bee really did a number on you. You don't look so perfect right now…hideous!" Jeff shuddered dramatically and smiled when slash Morrison's swollen face drained pale.
"Don't look!" Slash Miz cried out to his partner but it was too late. Het Miz and Morrison used duct tape to pry slash Morrison's eyes open and force him to look at the horror in the mirror. His hair was a wreck, tangled with leaves and briars, but worst of all was his face. It was so swollen he looked liked he'd suddenly gained immense amount of weight. The image staring back at him was so ugly and horrible there was no way it could be him. It had to be some sort of trick, a hoax, if his face looked like that he would just…die.
"Be strong!" Slash Miz yelled still struggling to squeeze his hand free of the chain. The rusty cuff tore his skin raw, rubbing it away, and sending hot trickles of blood down his arm.
"I look like a monster!" Morrison sobbed and tears spilled down his puffy cheeks.
"It's just swollen from the bee stings! It's temporary, it'll go down! Just tough it out John you have to!"
"Do you want us to shut him up?" Het Miz asked Jeff, but Jeff replied with a negative head shake.
"He's only stating the obvious. This reaction is temporary…but I can arrange for a more permanent disfigurement." Jeff reached into his pocket and pulled out a scalpel, he held it to the light and the blade glimmered, sharp and ready to exact damage on a victim. Jeff grinned insanely at Morrison who was now less occupied by his reflection in the mirror that Jeff still held in his other hand.
"No—no you c-ca-can't touch my-my face with that!"
"I can, and I will." Jeff growled placing the cold blade against Morrison's cheek. "This will be my best artwork ever. Abstract, I like abstract."
"No! No please I'd rather die! Don't ruin me please Jeff please!" Morrison broke down into silent sobs wracking his body.
"Don't say that, don't you dare!" Slash Miz shouted across the basement. "That's what he wants you to say! He wants you to give up and wish yourself away! He won't really do it he's just talking big to scare you! Don't do it John!" Miz's own voice cracked with tears and it took a few moments for him to say anything else. "This is what he wants…because he knows if you end it and wish yourself away then so will I. We'll both be gone…I don't want to exist without you. I can't."
Slash Miz hung his head and his tears dripped onto the cold cement floor of Jeff Hardy's basement.
"Aw, isn't that just adorable?" Jeff rolled off sarcastically. Het Miz and Morrison pulled faces of disgust and Miz made dramatic retching sounds. "So, Morrison…what do you chose? Will you sacrifice your perfection for him?" Jeff pressed the blade harder, drawing a bead of blood, waiting for an answer.
Oh noes! Slash Mizzy and Mor are in trouble!! Reviews? Please and thanks!!