A/N: Someone asked me who Jason is well Jason is Christian's real name. Just so no one else gets confused, Adam is Edge, Mark is Taker, Glenn is Kane, Phil is CM Punk, Chris is Jericho, Oscar is Mysterio and the rest are pretty much given. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter, and I hope to see more reviews too. I own no one by the way, enjoy!
A dull, painful throb echoed throughout his head. A groan escaped Shawn's lips as he moved his head from side to side trying to ease the aching pain. Unfortunately all that did was make it worse. He groaned again as he slowly opened his eyes, fighting his way through the darkness that had been surrounding him for the last few hours. The sight that he was met with made him gasp softly in horror. Across the room from him were Glenn and Chris, both still unconscious and both hanging from their wrists in handcuffs. He turned his head from the sight of his two bloody friends, and was instead met with the sight of a bloody and bruised Cody who was hanging by his wrists next to him. A pair of sad eyes met his gaze as he took in Cody's appearance.
"Shawn?" groaned Cody, tears evident in his eyes. Shawn frowned and tried to move closer to Cody but was restrained by the handcuffs around his own wrists.
"Shh, it's okay Cody," whispered Shawn, frowning even more as Cody began to cry. Shawn wanted nothing more than to hold the younger man in his arms to protect him, but couldn't. He growled softly to himself and turned his head, looking across the room at Chris and Glenn.
Before Shawn could say much else, the door to the room opened and two large men walked in, both wearing masks. One of them held a baseball bat tight in his hands as they walked in, dark chuckles emitting from both them.
"Bout time you weaklings woke up," said one of the men, a southern drawl evident in his voice.
"Bet you're wondering why you're here," said the other, laughing loudly as Cody nodded his head quietly. The man turned to Cody and swung the bat towards Cody, barely missing him. Shawn gasped softly, fighting against his holds once more to try and protect Cody. The two men laughed at Shawn's failed attempts, shaking their heads at him.
"I would think you'd be smarter than that," said the one holding the bat, turning it towards Shawn. Before Shawn could do anything, he felt the bat smack him hard in the stomach, knocking all of the air out of him. He coughed loudly as he tried to get his breath back while glaring up at the man. The man laughed and swung again, hitting Shawn in the stomach again with the bat.
"Leave him alone!" came a shout from the other side of the room. Shawn fought against the tears to look over at the person, his eyes widening when he saw that it was Chris. The other man walked over and smacked Chris hard across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room. Chris turned his head away from the man, biting his lower lip as pain surged through his body from the slap.
"Sounds to me like you need to learn you're place," said the man, grabbing Chris and unlocking his handcuffs. The man grabbed Chris' arm and took him out of the room with him, ignoring the shouts and curses spewing from Chris' lips. Shawn watched them leave, fighting once more against his handcuffs. He wanted nothing more than to go and try to save Chris. In a way, he felt like it was his job to protect the younger boys, but he couldn't. He sank back against the wall, his head hitting his chest as he stared down at the floor, tears brewing in the corners of his eyes.
The other man unlocked Cody's handcuffs and grabbed him, pulling him out of the room with him.
"SHAWN!" shouted Cody once last time before the door shut. Shawn glared at the closed door, fighting even more against his handcuffs as he tried to free himself. He gave up after a minute and sank back against the wall with a loud growl, tears slowly making their way down his cheeks.
Meanwhile, Hunter sat alone in the waiting room of the hospital waiting on news about John and Randy. He sighed as he ran his hands back through his hair, growling faintly afterwards. He felt so helpless. If only there was something he could do to help Shawn and Cody, but he couldn't think of a damn thing he could do.
"Paul?" came a soft female voice from his side. Hunter jumped and looked around, his eyes falling on the beautiful face of his wife, Stephanie. He rose from the chair and walked over to her, collapsing in her open arms. Stephanie directed him back to the chairs and sat with him, rubbing his back and whispering soft words in his ear.
"I failed him Steph," he said softly as he pulled back, looking her in the eyes. Stephanie frowned faintly, kissing his cheek lightly.
"This isn't your fault Paul, none of this is," she said gently, rubbing his arm gently. "Unfortunately, I do have a bit of bad news."
"What is it?" asked Hunter, not really sure what more he could take right now.
"Dad just told me this a few minutes ago. It seems the Smackdown locker room was hit too earlier this evening. Both Chris and Glenn are missing as well," she said softly, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. "Oscar and Dave are in the hospital right now. Dad said he's going to have them transferred here and Smackdown's entire roster is going to be here for a while too. He's put a stop to all of the shows."
Hunter stared at Stephanie, his mouth opening a few times to say something but couldn't come up with anything. He threw his head into his hands, shocked at the news. Before he could even attempt to say anything, a nurse came out and walked over to him, smiling faintly at him.
"Mr. Levesque?" she asked softly, stopping a few feet short of him. Hunter jumped up along with Stephanie, wiping at his eyes as he did.
"Yes?" he asked his voice shaky as he tried to hold himself together.
"I can take you to see Mr. Orton and Mr. Cena now if you so wish. They're recovering in their room right now," she said with a smile. Hunter nodded and followed her to the room, sighing once she left him outside of the room. He opened the door after a moment and walked in, glad to see both John and Randy awake.
"Hey Hunter," they both said weakly at the same time, smiling at him.
"How are you guys feeling?" asked Hunter, not really sure why he was asking. From the sight of the black eye and bruises Randy had on his face, and the sight of the bruises and bandaging around his head that John had, he really had no reason to ask.
"I've felt better," said John, shrugging. Randy just shrugged as he sank lower in his bed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What happened?" asked Hunter softly, not sure if he really wanted to know. John frowned and glanced over at Randy before speaking.
"Some men, three of them, came to the door. I foolishly opened it and they attacked us. Shawn tried to help me up from the floor but they hit him with a pipe to the back of the head. I attacked the guy that did but the other two slammed me into the wall. Before I got knocked out I saw the guys knock out Randy then take Shawn and Cody," said John, sniffling softly as he put his head into his hands, taking in a shaky breath. Hunter sighed heavily, dropping into the chair next to him.
"Is this true?" he asked Randy, his voice cracking as he did. Randy nodded, turning his head to the side. He felt horrible for what happened to Cody. He had promised Cody's dad that he would always take care of Cody while they were on the road, and now he had failed him. He had failed him severely and Randy wouldn't blame Cody for hating him now.
None of them looked up as Stephanie walked into the room, glancing over at Hunter as she did.
"Paul, dear, Dad's here," she said softly, looking down at him. He nodded and stood up, leaving the room with her. He walked to the waiting room and over to Vince, sitting next to him.
"Is it true? Did Smackdown get hit too?" asked Hunter, hoping that maybe Stephanie had just misunderstood.
"It's true. I damn well wish it wasn't though," answered Vince, slapping his hand against his leg in frustration. He sighed and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, handing it to Hunter. "I found this in the locker room. It's Shawn's phone. Maybe they'll ask for a ransom or something," he said softly, not sure what he could say. Hunter took the phone tentatively and held it tightly in his hands as tears began to pour down his cheeks.
"Shawn" he whispered before collapsing into a fit of tears, hiding himself within Stephanie's arms.
Meanwhile, at another hospital, Adam paced the waiting room, a few of the others watching him.
"Adam you're going to make a hole in the floor soon," said Matt, watching Adam with a frown on his lips. Adam turned to Matt and sighed softly, running his hands back through his hair.
"I'm worried about Chris damn it!" said Adam with a groan as he threw himself down in a chair next to Matt. Matt patted him on the back, sighing softly.
"I know you are, I am too. All we can do is wait," said Matt, looking up as Jason joined them. Jason sat next to Adam and rested his head against Adam's shoulder, sighing softly as he did.
A few seats down from them, Mark sat with his head in his hands, his eyes locked on the tile floor. He didn't even look up as someone sat down next to him, resting their hand on his back. He turned his head, glancing over at Phil Brooks as he did.
"You okay man?" asked Phil, smiling faintly at Mark. Mark shook his head and looked back down at the tile, sighing heavily as he did. Phil sighed softly, patting Mark on the back as he did. "I'm sure Glenn is fine, he's a strong man."
As much as Mark wanted to believe that, he found it hard to do so. Before he was able to make a comment though, a nurse came into the room, asking for someone to speak with. All eyes turned on Mark, and the nurse walked over to him as he stood up from his chair.
"Come with me sir. I'll take you to Mr. Bautista and Mr. GutiƩrrez," she said with a smile. Mark followed after her, sighing heavily as he did. He wasn't even sure why he had to be the one to see them first, but he chose for now not to argue. He walked into the room, shutting the door silently behind him.
"Hey Mark," said Oscar, opening his eyes at the sound of the door opening. Mark walked over to him, ignoring Dave since he was still unconscious.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, standing next to his bed.
"I'm alright," answered Oscar with a shrug, tugging at the mask still on his face to make sure it was secure.
"What happened?" questioned Mark, not wanting to hear the truth.
"We were just chatting about our upcoming matches when someone came to the door. Dave opened it and these two men came in, knocking him down. Chris tried to help Dave but they grabbed him and started yanking him away. I ran over to help Dave instead, but the other guy grabbed me. Glenn jumped the man and made him release me though. Glenn then got in front of me, he tried to protect me but they took a pipe to his head," said Oscar, his voice cracking as tears welled in his normally bright eyes. "They hit him repeatedly until his face was covered with blood then dragged him away. I tried to go after them, but they hit me with the pipe and knocked me out. I don't know what happened after that."
Mark swallowed hard, shaking his head. He knew Glenn was one that would easily protect those he cared about so it wasn't that hard to believe he would do that, but the idea of seeing Glenn with blood over his entire face was something Mark couldn't handle. He tried to say something, but he was interrupted by Teddy walking into the room, asking for him to come with him. Mark rose from the chair and walked out, standing in the waiting room as Teddy addressed the room.
"Vince has asked for all of us to go to Texas where RAW is currently. We'll be staying there until all of this is worked out. Also, Oscar and Dave will be moved to the hospital where Cena and Orton are," said Teddy, sighing once more.
Mark walked out of the hospital before anyone else and returned to his chair, sighing heavily as he drove back to the hotel. He packed his own bags and headed for the airport. He didn't care about sleep right now. All he cared about was getting to Texas so he could help find the others. He just hoped it wasn't too late.
