A/N: Alright, here we go again. This story has really been brewing in my head lately, so it will certainly be my new baby if it's liked well enough. I own no one in this story, I wish I did though, but alas I don't. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Adam grumbled to himself, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he walked down the hall. Why was it always him that had to deliver bad news? He couldn't understand it. Ever since he got close to a lot of the older wrestlers, he was always the one that had to give them bad news. He couldn't understand it. Was there something about him that just screamed that he was the best option? Maybe there was who knows. Normally Adam could handle the consequences, but this time he wasn't quite sure. This time it was different.

He stopped short of the curtain and leaned back against the wall, his eyes locked onto the floor as he waited. He really didn't want to be the one delivering this news, but he had no choice. Teddy had instructed him specifically and well, he wasn't really in the mood to disobey the general manager. A loud round of cheers brought him out of his thoughts as he stepped away from the wall, turning his attention to the curtain. This was it. He took a deep breath as he watched the curtain sweep back and none other than Mark stepped through it, pulling his hat off as he did.

"Adam? What are you doing here?" asked Mark, looking over at the younger man suspiciously. Adam stared up at the taller man, and gulped loudly, biting his lower lip as he stared at him. Mark raised an eyebrow at him, moving to step past Adam but Adam blocked him. He growled softly, looking down at Adam. "What is it that's so damn important?" he growled.

"I really don't want to tell you this, but Mark…." Adam trailed off, his voice lost as he tried to come up with the best way to say it. He sighed and lowered his head. "Glenn's missing."

Mark blinked, staring down at him with that cold, emotionless look. As Adam's words sank in though, the look was replaced with pain and worry. Mark shoved Adam aside and walked quickly to the locker room, hoping it was just some kind of cruel joke that Adam was playing. He begged the heavens that it was as he opened the locker room door. Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky.

He felt his blood run cold as he looked at the tossed benches and blood that forever stained the carpet. He stepped into the room slowly, his eyes scanning the room slowly before falling on a bloody handprint on the wall. He walked over and kneeled next to it, raising his hand up to it. The handprint was larger, and belonged to only one man, Glenn. Mark swallowed hard, and stood up, turning and hurrying out of the room. He brushed past Adam who had only just caught up to him, and walked out the back door, the cold air blasting against him as he did.

Adam watched Mark run off, but knew better than to follow him. He sighed heavily, running his hands back through his hair as he did. He looked all around him, not really sure what to do. He couldn't believe any of this was happening. It was just too much.

"Adam?" came a voice suddenly from behind him. He jumped and spun around, finding Jason just down the hall from him. He could see the sadness playing across Jason's face as Adam walked over to him and dropped himself into the his open arms, hiding his face against Jason's neck. Jason held him tightly as Adam shook in his hold, the tears he had been holding in finally breaking through.

Meanwhile, Teddy Long sat in his office, his eyes locked down on his desk. It was all just a cruel, sick joke. It had to be. He couldn't bring himself to believe that some of his stars were hurt, and that some were missing. He sighed heavily, turning his gaze to the side briefly. Why did a good day have to turn badly so suddenly? He couldn't understand it. One minute he was talking to Vickie about an idea, and the next he was hearing about Oscar and Dave being in the hospital, and Glenn and Chris missing.

He swallowed hard, turning his head to look over at Vickie as she sat on the couch, her head in her hands. Although Vickie played a cruel woman on screen, Teddy knew her heart was soft and something like this could just about affect anyone. He couldn't blame her for being so distraught. He was pretty close himself to heading that way, but before he could, someone slammed into the office, startling him and Vickie. Teddy raised his head as Mark walked into the room. He gulped loudly, Mark looked absolutely enraged.

"Tell me this is some cruel sick joke you came up with Teddy," growled Mark, slamming his hands down on Teddy's desk. Teddy looked up at him and shook his head, silent for a few minutes before speaking.

"I wish it was Mark, but it's not. Earlier this evening the locker room was attacked. Oscar and Dave are in the hospital right now because of it. Glenn and Chris….they were taken," said Teddy softly, his head falling into his hands. Mark stared at him, his mouth opening repeatedly to say something but nothing came out. He collapsed then into the chair behind him, his head falling into his hands. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence before the phone ringing broke them out of it. Teddy picked up the phone and spoke to the person briefly before hanging up. He fell back into his chair, his eyes wide as he stared at his desk.

"Who was it?" asked Vickie tentatively.

"It was Vince. He…" he trailed off, his voice cracking at the end. He took in a shaky breath before continuing. "He said the same thing happened there just now. Shawn and Cody Rhodes are gone, while Cena and Orton are in the hospital."

That was the last straw for Mark. Mark jumped up out of his chair and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. He walked out of the arena and to his car, not giving a care anymore about his match later. He got into the car and drove back to the hotel, choosing now to be completely alone. He went up to this room and walked in, shutting the door with a thud behind him. He walked over to his bed and laid down, turning on his side, his gaze traveling all around the room before falling on Glenn's bags by the closet. He swallowed hard. He had completely forgotten that he had been rooming with Glenn. He rolled onto his other side and closed his eyes tightly, praying hard that somehow, in some way that both he and Shawn would be okay.