Okay I am so sorry about the long update! I hate writers block! Anyway here is the next chapter so I hope you enjoy! And another big thanks to (ObscenelyAboveAverage) who is still betaing this fic!

Chapter 7

Hell is not Just a Four Letter Word

"Jeff…Jeff wake up!"

"Hmmm," Jeff whimpered, burying his face in his pillow he didn't want to open his eyes because his head hurt so bad.

"Come on Jeff, wake up!" The voice said again. He knew that voice, Jeff opened his eyes and squinted, unable to see in the darkness of the room.

"Shannon?" He asked loudly without meaning too.

"Shhh! Jeff be quiet," Shannon told him finding it hard not to cry given the situation they were in.

"Are you okay?" Jeff could tell Shannon was right next to him and tried to move his arms but he couldn't as they were tied to the bed posts. He began trying to struggle with them, causing the bonds to tighten further.

"Jeff calm down!" Shannon exclaimed moving toward his best friend. He was able to move free because Mark felt that Shannon had learned his lesson and would be too afraid to leave.

"I'm so sorry for everything; this is all my fault Shannon!" Jeff cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"Jeff can we talk about this later? I really want to get out of here before Mark comes back?" Shannon replied helping to untie Jeff.

He knew they would have to hurry because it was ten to 11pm, which was what time Mark always returned. He didn't want Jeff to know about what had happened to him in the last couple of days or have to experience it for himself.

Matt's P.O.V



It was 8:15 by the time I got to the arena and I ran in straight to Mark's locker room not truly caring about the looks I got from crewmembers or my fellow wrestlers.

The door was unlocked so I walked right in not knowing what to expect but no one was here. It was completely empty, not a sound in the room.

I turned rushing to Jeff's locker room once again finding nothing there, not even his bags. Spotting a piece of paper on the floor under the bench I walk over and pick it up quickly. When I turn it over the only thing scrawled upon it is the word, 'Bathroom.'

I glance toward the bathroom area and slowly walk in, cautious not spotting anything. Walking to the showering area, I pull back the curtains of each stall carefully as though something is going to jump out at me any minute now. It isn't until I reach the third stall that I stare at the blood smeared across the floor and walls. I have to turn away. My stomach clenches at the thought of Jeff hurt or the possibility of what could have happened or could be happening to him right now.

Turning back around I notice another letter taped to the wall and open it slowly, my stomach seeming to clench even more.

'Hey Matt, sorry about the mess I left behind for you but I was kinda in a hurry because I knew you were on your way to try and save your stupid little brother and poor defenseless Shannon, well guess what? You're late this time!

I don't know why but I feel like I'm getting more out of this than I thought. Let's see I have poor little Shannon who is actually very handy if you catch my drift, and I have Jeff. I can't wait for him to wake up later! You should have seen his face when he saw Shannon lying there all beaten and bloodied it was great! And in a way, I also have you.

How so you might ask? I have you scared and weak, you know I'm the one with the upper hand and I have my eyes on you every second. I know every little move you make and I have a few rules to set out for you.

First: No cops or Shannon and Jeff will die.

Second: Tell anyone about this and Shannon and Jeff will die.

Third: You have forty-eight hours to find Shannon starting at midnight and if you don't make the deadline in time Shannon will be first to go. Don't try until after midnight you won't find us. When we leave Jeff and me, Shannon will be all alone waiting to die by praying for someone to save him.

Have fun Hardy!



That was all that was written, I stand there trying to get everything in my head to slow down so I can comprehend what was written and what I would be able to do next.

Have you ever heard that saying 'Hell is just a four letter word'? Well it's not true because I'm living in hell right now and so are Jeff and Shannon. Now their lives are in my hands!

When I'm finally able to move I walk out of Jeff's locker room trying to comprehend how I am going to be able to save the two people I care most about. I make it out to the car and drive back to the hotel replaying the letter in my head over and over again.

Okay so how was that? I know it was kinda short but hey I got something up, lol, anyway review, and if you have any ideas for the story PLEASE send them my way! It would help a lot to move the story along!