Title: Destroyed (3/?)
Rating: M
Content: slash, violence, unpleasant things that will be revealed throughout this chapter mentions of dubcon/noncon
Characters: Raw Roster, main characters Randy Orton, Evan Bourne, John Cena
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue
Distribution: ffn, lj, anywhere else ask first
Summary: Evan has a terrible secret, Randy and John are determined to help him, but Evan knows what's at stake should anyone find out. Set around current Raw storylines (loosely). This chapter things take a dark turn as a little bit more is revealed.
Randy's heart dropped when he awoke, alone. Inwardly, he cursed. He knew he shouldn't have pushed Evan into staying when he was clearly so vulnerable, but he had just wanted to show him some comfort and that someone cared. Instead he'd scared him off.
He sat up to find that he wasn't alone. Evan was sat, fully dressed, staring out of the window, arms wrapped round his legs, head resting on his knees. Everything about him screamed defeat. He hadn't even noticed that Randy was awake, so lost was he in his own dreadful world.
Randy got up and padded over to the smaller man, sitting down opposite him and taking his hand. Evan looked up, surprised. A smile briefly crossed his face before the enormity of the situation hit him and he had to look away.
"Ev, have you even slept?" Randy was shocked by the dark shadows under Evan's eyes. He looked beyond exhausted.
Evan didn't even appear to register the question, he just spoke quietly, brokenly, "it's funny really. This all happened because I was so scared of getting injured and losing my job, and then I get injured anyway and in one way that's actually a good thing because I know I'll be safe but I'll have to come back and it's not going to end because I've been so bloody stupid." He buried his face in his knees, pulling away from Randy's touch.
"Evan..." Randy's voice trailed off, he didn't know what to say. He couldn't handle seeing him so upset, the boy looked like his world had fallen apart. There was nothing else he could do but pull Evan into his arms and hold him tightly, feeling the tremors rock the too thin, too tired young man.
The high flyer closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel comfort, just for a short amount of time, before he shut his heart down again and sat up, rubbing his face furiously. Reluctantly, Randy let him go.
"I'm always here for you Ev, you know that."
"I know. And thank you." Stiffly, Evan stood up, "I have to go. Randy..." he looked like he was debating what to say, "please, be careful. Don't let him do to you or John what he's done to me."
"Be careful of what Ev? Please... let me know what we're up against."
Evan closed his eyes, he knew he was signing his own death warrant but he couldn't let anything happen to Randy or John, "Barrett. Just stay away from him Randy, please."
Randy immediately sprang to his feet, hands on the younger man's shoulders, staring at him, "what has he done to you?"
"I can't tell you." At the look of pleading on Randy's face Evan shook his head, "It's safer that way. Just... be careful of him. Don't let him have any power over you, he never lets go and he will destroy you." Evan looked up at the ceiling, anywhere to avoid Randy's piercing gaze, "I've already said too much. Please. No more questions, just stay away from him. You and John." He could only hope that Randy did as asked and didn't make the whole thing worse. The situation could be about to explode.
The older man nodded, determined to speak to John and confront Barrett as soon as possible but not wanting Evan to worry. "Listen, call me anytime, ok? And get well. I'm gonna miss you. And thank you."
Evan nodded and walked away. He couldn't look back.
Randy watched him leave with a fear in his heart that this was the beginning of something terrible. He had a name now, a few hints of something, but nothing else. Not even checking the time, he grabbed his phone and called Cena.
It was a grumpy voice that answered, "Ortz, you best have a damn good reason for calling me this early when you know I'm hungover."
"Barrett."
"What?" Suddenly John was awake and alert.
"Barrett has something over Evan. I don't know what, but I'm damn sure going to beat the English bastard until I find out." Randy's voice betrayed no emotion, which to John was more scary than an angry Randy.
"Ortz, give me ten minutes to shower, I'm coming over. You do nothing until I get there, do you understand me?" Cena didn't want Randy to go and do something stupid that would potentially cause them all more trouble.
"See you in ten," Orton growled and hung up.
Cena quickly scrambled to shower and dress, making it over to Randy's room as fast as he could. He knew his best friend's temper, and once there forced the younger man to sit down and tell him exactly what Evan had said.
"He didn't tell me hardly anything John. He was talking, almost like he didn't realise I was there, saying about how he ended up in this situation because he was scared of getting injured and being fired, but now he's injured anyway. And he... he said that it's never going to end even though he's injured. And then he told me it was Barrett but all he would say was stay away from him and don't let him get power over us. I'm gonna kill the English fucker."
"We can't just go wading in there Ortz, no pun intended," Cena flashed a grin to try to get Randy to calm down a little, "what if we make things worse for Evan?"
"How can things be any worse?" Randy still thought that beating hell out of the Englishman would be the best solution.
"I don't know but do you really want to find out? We don't even know what's happened!" Cena rolled his eyes, there was sometimes no reasoning with this man, "we need to play this smart."
"So what do you suggest?" The last thing Randy wanted was for Evan to get into more strife.
"I don't know."
When Evan got back to his own room he saw his phone flashing with a new message. Dread hit the pit of his stomach as he opened the text with trepidation. As the words processed in his brain his heart broke.
I told u not 2 tell.
The phone vibrated in his hand and a further message appeared.
U will not ruin my plans. Orton and Cena r next.
Evan slumped against the wall, shaking. It was one thing if he got hurt, but he couldn't let Randy and John get hurt too. A sudden determination taking him over, he made his way to the room of the man who was making his life hell.
Before he even knew what he was doing he was hammering on the hotel room door. It was eventually flung open in irritation, "what do you want Bourne?"
"Can I come in or shall we have this discussion where everyone can hear?"
Evan was begrudgingly allowed to enter the room and then realised why there had been reluctance. Justin Gabriel was curled up in one corner of the bed, shock and something that looked like relief etched on his face.
"Randy and John know nothing about what's going on," Evan looked his tormentor straight in the eye, "I kept my end of the bargain."
"I don't believe you," Barrett's voice sent fear down Evan's spine but he tried not to show it.
"I don't care if you believe me or not, I'm telling you they don't know a thing."
Barrett smirked, "well of course you wouldn't tell them everything would you, after all what would they think of you to know you whored yourself to me to save your career?"
"You gave me no choice, you bastard. You threatened to beat me down every week until I was so injured I'd be released. You threatened to break my freaking legs." Evan was shaking with fury, but he also knew at the back of his mind that Wade was right, what would Randy and John think of him?
"And yet you're potentially jobless anyway because of an injury that we caused the first time we beat you. Ironic that. Nevertheless, we had a deal. You tell no one and stay away from Orton. I know you spent the night with him and I know you understand what I'm capable of so I'm absolutely sure you warned him to stay away from me. And I'm even more sure that he called Cena the moment you left and they're currently deciding what to do next. You're sending trouble my way Bourne, and that was definitely not what we agreed."
Evan gasped, did the man have spies everywhere? "Look, I'll do whatever I have to, just stay away from Randy and John."
Wade shook his head, "Bourne, you're useless to me when you're not here."
"So why keep fucking with me? The agreement is broken, I'm injured anyway, why carry this on?"
"Because I'll need you when you come back from injury. Because controlling you allows me to control Orton."
"What do you mean control Orton?" Evan stopped suddenly as Barrett's words processed through his brain.
"While Orton's worried about you, his eyes are off the ball. But while you're not here I'm going to have to give him something else to worry about."
"Bastard," Evan realised that he'd been played. Although he didn't doubt that Barrett would have kept his word and put him permanently out of action had he not agreed to the deal, he'd had no idea that he was just part of a bigger picture for the English man. Then he realised what Barrett was referring to when he talked about giving Randy something else to worry about, "you stay away from John, you hear?"
"Threatening me Bourne? Very bad idea. Now I suggest you go home, get fit and get ready for the fucking of your life when you return. The Nexus whore has been passed around so much he's hardly worth fucking," Barrett idly pointed at Justin who cringed and tried to curl up further into himself.
Evan looked at Barrett with disgust, "and what if I go to Randy and John and tell them everything?"
Wade laughed, "you'd tell Orton that you whored yourself to me?" The pained look on Evan's face told him all he needed to know, "exactly. Now how about you get down on your knees and get me ready before you go."
Evan closed his eyes, but knowing the consequences, kneeling in front of the taller man and pulling down his sweatpants, the sick feeling in the back of his throat and pit of his stomach partly because of what Barrett was doing to him, partly in fear of what Randy would think of him if he knew, and partly shame and self hatred at having ever got into the situation in the first place.