I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
I'm right where I should be
Don't try and fix me

So lost for so long to find to my way
I failed to follow, I'm out of place

The house was huge, if you didn't know about the 4th floor and its hidden rooms it didn't really make much sense to have a floor specifically for the Master bedroom. The Viper left Bob Orton behind with his wife when they reached the house and climbed the stairs slowly. To come to the fourth floor of this huge house if you were not a member of the agency was to warrant a slow and painful death, even the servants didn't step foot beyond the 3rd floor. Master Randall was expected and he did, to keep that floor clean. Nobody questioned him taking trays of food up toe the 4th floor. The servants knew better then to question Randall.

Randy paused at the top of the stairs looking down the long hallway before heading down it and into his room. He shut the door tight not locking it because he had no concerns about Bob Orton or any of them idiots bothering him. But, still there was a chance some nosy maid would come up. He'd deal with her just as he had the last idiot who had come into his room. He stripped naked studying himself silently in the mirror making notes in his head of what he needed to work on. Once he was done he showered quickly and changed into fresh clothes and left his room.

If you didn't know about the forth floor, you didn't know about the hidden rooms. The agency in which The Viper and Bob Orton worked for, knew of the rooms but didn't really care beyond one room. That room was an important room. He pressed on the wall and a small panel slid open he punched in a code and the wall slid open revealing a large room.

"Randy!" Jeff was on his feet moving towards the bigger man quickly.

Randy stepped through and let the door slid shut behind him and he sighed softly moving to sit down on the huge plush chair pressed under the window. The younger man liked to look out the window, and Randy couldn't deny him that. Jeff stared at him silently then slowly moved over and climbed into the chair with the bigger man.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

He closed his eyes not speaking at all just breathing slowly.

"Was it work again?" Jeff asked shifting around and resting his colorful head on the broad shoulder of the Viper.

He nodded slowly.

"What happened?" The smaller man asked gazing up raptly at The Viper running a soothing hand up and down the bigger man's chest.

Randy's eyes opened slowly and he tilted his gaze down to look at the other man then slowly he began to speak giving all the details to his fellow prisoner. Slowly as he spoke the iron walls holding everything in check fell away and soon tears fell from his cold blue eyes. With Jeff's gentle and soothing touch it was like it opened doors that had been locked all his life. He'd never known a gentle word, a soft touch. Everything was viciousness, anger, coldness. Things to raise a good strong Viper, into a cold hearted killing machine.

But, Jeff saw beyond that to the genteel soul that lay buried under bronzed skin, hard muscle and black ink. The smaller man wasn't far removed from the way The Viper was raised, he didn't even really have a name anymore. Sure he had a birth name just like The Viper did, called Randy or Randall, Jeff was Jeff or Jeffrey, to avoid suspicions, but his code name, the name the agency gave him was Enigma. Randy had watched the man work, watched him grow up, he was just as dangerous if not more so then The Viper.

Randy knew this had all been done by Bob Orton the man who claimed to be his father as an act of revenge on a former agency member. The man, Gilbert Hardy had come to Bob and begged him to protect his young son, then only 4 years old. When Gilbert had been put down by the agency, Bob Orton locked Jeffrey up in one of the privet rooms and began training him. Turning him into just another pawn of The Agency's.

But, there was something that could not be trained out of the smaller man, empathy, caring for the living creature. Sure he'd kill who he was told to, but it didn't mean he was happy about it. When Randy discovered he could go to Jeff and tell him things, when he coule release the turmoil in his brain it made him feel better. Which was why just 2 years ago he'd helped Punk escape the agency, he'd made it look like Punk had gotten the better of him, but in truth he'd taken the heavily sedated man to a bus depot and paid big bucks to send the man as far away from the city as he could. If Bob or The Agency ever found out, well he was as good as dead.

He knew it, Jeff knew it, and they kept each other secrets.

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Punk slowly stirred awake at the sound of a farmiler voice outside the cell he'd been moved to the night before. He slowly opened his eyes a crack watching the two cops who'd been set up to watch him, argue with a tall long haired blond. He tensed he was in trouble now, big trouble. He spied the counterpart, the ever silent christian standing near the door staring at him intently. Big trouble.

"Look," Edge said marrily not even put off by the two cops in the least. "We have orders from THE MAYOR to get him and take him to the instituite," He said calmly.

"I'm sorry you just have to wait for Detective Helmsley to verfie the order." The younger of the two said looking uncertain.

"I don't have to wait for anything, you either open that door or I'll have your jobs," Edge said nastily now, no longer playing nice.

"or your lives," Punk mumbled shaking his head to clear it a little.

"Shut it!" Edge snapped pointing at him.

"Or what? You'll talk me to death?" He snorted. "I'd get out of here if I were you boys, he means buisness with that big old chin of his."

The two cops laughed and was that a shudder of mirth from Christian, maybe things weren't as bad as he thought. He really should probably shut up though, because eventually Edge would get his way and then it would be him, and his crazy head alone against the other man. In his state health wise he wasn't sure he could take on the blond.

"I said shut it," Edge said getting closer to the bars glaring at him.

"Why don't you come in here and make me," He responded a wicked grin playing across his sharp featured face.

"You rat," Edge snipped.

"Ooo did you bring me cheese?" He asked looking hopeful.

Edge moved even closer his tone deadly dangerous, "You'll see what I brought you soon enough," he smirked.

"I'm shaking here, just shaking," He grinned at him.

"You should be," He turned back to the two officers. "So come on open up,"

In truth Edge wasn't kidding when he said Punk should be shaking, he should be, he should be absolutely terrified of what The blond duo had been told to do with him. But in a way, it was a relief because in most likely hood he'd been killed and finally his brain would shut the hell up. He suddenly started hitting himself before shaking his head to clear it.

"Yeah Open up I wanna make out with my boyfriend," Punk teased with a laugh grinning more when he saw more mirth from Christian, something had changed there in the 2 years while he'd been gone.

"I said shut up!" Edge fumed grabbing for him through the cell which he quickly jumped back as the two cops moved Edge back, who looked as if he was going to bash the man's heads in until a simple touch from Christian settled him. "When does Helmsly get back?" he asked.

"Now," Said the nose from the doorway.

"I have orders from the mayor that you release this man into our custody now," Edge said holding out his oh so important papers.

This was the beginning of the end, Punk thought watching as the Detective read over the paperwork seeing if it was in order, and knowing The Agency and Jericho it would be. He never screwed up his official papers from the Mayor he was to smart for that. Punk's seconds were ticking away.

Helmsley looked over the paper work silently for several long moments then glanced over the top of the paperwork at Punk who had slumped down on the bench in the cell rubbing at his temples his fingers sliding through his hair. "These look to be in order," He stated calmly watching the smaller mans shoulders slump

"Of course they are," Edge said looking smugly at the two cops.

"We were just doing our jobs," One of them spoke up.

"Yes, they were I told them to keep an eye on him," Helmsley cut in. "But sense all of this is in order You can take him and go."

Edge smirked. "Well open the damn cell so we can," He said.

The cops looked uncertain but did as they were told and Edge stalked in leaning in close to Punk. "Welcome home punkers, hope you liked your time away," He grabbed the brunette and dragged him from the cell. "See ya around," He said shoving Punk towards Christian.

Blue eyes met green and for a split second Punk swore he saw pity in the older man's eyes and then he was being shoved quickly through the precinct and out into a familiar white van. He slumped in the seat closing his eyes ignoring Christian as he was restrained quickly with in the van. As Edge quickly drove them away.

What did it matter now...he was as good as dead anyways...

TBC.

So question to anyone reading this? I want to continue this? But besides 2 reviews it dosn't seem very many people are interested in it. So should I continue this?