Notes: I've been working on other parts of this fic. Sometimes you have to or you won't have it later. Boy is this a dark fic. Anyway I've never read or seen Fight Club but thanks for the compliment. I don't know if that's going to hold to be true though. Being a psychology major I've heard people say things about it. Maybe I will rent it.
Another Member
Stevie was sitting outside on the porch of the house the next day still hurting. He was supposed to keep an eye out for the final member who had to wrestle in Phoenix the night before. Their temporary house was in a small town in California. Stevie didn't remember the name of it but they were going to be there a few months while Raven worked on Matt. Raven had places lined up as far away as Amarillo Texas for them to go to if need be. A car drove up. He got up to greet him.
Chris Benoit tossed him one of the bags as he took something out of the trunk. "Raven here?"
"Yeah. He's in the house. Might be in the basement but I'm not sure." Stevie answered. Chris nodded taking the bag back from him and walked into the house.
Stevie remained outside enjoying the warm night. He wasn't planning to leave until Raven called him in. He didn't want to hear Matt screaming but he could hear some of it.
"Poor kid." A voice said sitting down beside him. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Meanie.
"Yeah I know."
"Reminds me of someone else just a few years ago."
"Raven never hit me that bad Meanie."
"True but he did use you as a punching bag."
"Still does." Stevie said touching the side of his face, which now had a bruise on it. Raven seemed to take turns between hitting Matt and him but Matt did get it worse. He was so mad at Victoria right now. He should have known something was up.
The screaming finally stopped much to the relief of everyone that could hear it. But their relief was short lived when it started up again. Stevie got up and walked to the farthest place on the property.
Meanie, figuring he wanted to be alone, stayed where he was and just watched him worried about his best friend. He cursed Raven for being this insane. He wondered what he had planned.
***
Matt was curled up in a corner trying to protect his aching body. There wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt. Raven had left a few minutes earlier but he knew he'd be back. The door opened. Already? He wondered. The man walked quietly so he knew it wasn't Raven or Richards. Raven would be yelling something and Richards was usually talking. But no this person wasn't saying anything. He looked up when he heard the person get closer. He saw that it was Chris Benoit. Matt wasn't sure what Chris was going to do but was relieved when he saw he had a tray of food. Chris put it down and left the room.
His whole body hurt too much to eat though. He realized something. The night he was kidnapped from the dressing room he wrestled Kidman and his brother wrestled Chris Benoit who were both Nest members. Shit he thought. It was all a set up. He briefly wondered if his brother was there but figured he wasn't. He would have heard his brother screaming he would think. Or might have seen him.
The door opened and he heard a thump and a yelp. He looked up as Stevie stumbled down the stairs. He limped over to Matt. He could see the first aid kit that was under his arm.
"Raven said you could bandage yourself up. He doesn't want any of the cuts to be infected."
Stevie handed it to him and limped back up the stairs.
Matt looked through the box. There wasn't anything he could use to get out of there. Raven made sure of that. But he did bandage the areas he could reach. By the time he was done he was tired and fell asleep.
Another Member
Stevie was sitting outside on the porch of the house the next day still hurting. He was supposed to keep an eye out for the final member who had to wrestle in Phoenix the night before. Their temporary house was in a small town in California. Stevie didn't remember the name of it but they were going to be there a few months while Raven worked on Matt. Raven had places lined up as far away as Amarillo Texas for them to go to if need be. A car drove up. He got up to greet him.
Chris Benoit tossed him one of the bags as he took something out of the trunk. "Raven here?"
"Yeah. He's in the house. Might be in the basement but I'm not sure." Stevie answered. Chris nodded taking the bag back from him and walked into the house.
Stevie remained outside enjoying the warm night. He wasn't planning to leave until Raven called him in. He didn't want to hear Matt screaming but he could hear some of it.
"Poor kid." A voice said sitting down beside him. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Meanie.
"Yeah I know."
"Reminds me of someone else just a few years ago."
"Raven never hit me that bad Meanie."
"True but he did use you as a punching bag."
"Still does." Stevie said touching the side of his face, which now had a bruise on it. Raven seemed to take turns between hitting Matt and him but Matt did get it worse. He was so mad at Victoria right now. He should have known something was up.
The screaming finally stopped much to the relief of everyone that could hear it. But their relief was short lived when it started up again. Stevie got up and walked to the farthest place on the property.
Meanie, figuring he wanted to be alone, stayed where he was and just watched him worried about his best friend. He cursed Raven for being this insane. He wondered what he had planned.
***
Matt was curled up in a corner trying to protect his aching body. There wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt. Raven had left a few minutes earlier but he knew he'd be back. The door opened. Already? He wondered. The man walked quietly so he knew it wasn't Raven or Richards. Raven would be yelling something and Richards was usually talking. But no this person wasn't saying anything. He looked up when he heard the person get closer. He saw that it was Chris Benoit. Matt wasn't sure what Chris was going to do but was relieved when he saw he had a tray of food. Chris put it down and left the room.
His whole body hurt too much to eat though. He realized something. The night he was kidnapped from the dressing room he wrestled Kidman and his brother wrestled Chris Benoit who were both Nest members. Shit he thought. It was all a set up. He briefly wondered if his brother was there but figured he wasn't. He would have heard his brother screaming he would think. Or might have seen him.
The door opened and he heard a thump and a yelp. He looked up as Stevie stumbled down the stairs. He limped over to Matt. He could see the first aid kit that was under his arm.
"Raven said you could bandage yourself up. He doesn't want any of the cuts to be infected."
Stevie handed it to him and limped back up the stairs.
Matt looked through the box. There wasn't anything he could use to get out of there. Raven made sure of that. But he did bandage the areas he could reach. By the time he was done he was tired and fell asleep.