Dawn Of The New Brood
This is my 1st wrestling fanfiction I've ever done. I've watched it for well over 9 years, personally loved the older stuff so I'm writing into more of those areas. I wanted to write something different from what I usually write for a change, try something new. Plus I loved The Brood, as most people I have my favourites and their one of mine. This is around 2001-2002 area, after Edge and Christian split up and the alliance had been tackled down. But with Christian still having his long hair : ) I don't own the people, just created the plot and what's in it, not what really happened in story lines.
A mysterious blood bath happens after one of Christians matches, he didn't do it but who did...? Return of The Brood? What's really happening and who's returned and why? And... Why are some people going missing?
"Hello?" Christian grunted groggily, did someone have to wake him up this morning with the phone? He was happy to be allowed to have the rest of the week off while some others had to go in to revise on what they were going to be up to in recent story-lines. Plus some had to work on promotion tours, while he was so kindly given this small bit off. It was mostly because he had stayed back at the last show and had to do extra work then, while others left to search for Matt and such.
"Christian! Good I finally found out where you are." Called a voice down the phone.
Christian just frowned. "Jericho?" He questioned, realising who was calling him. "Yea... I didn't like the last hotel much, so I changed. The last one gave me the creeps and something was wrong with the heating system because I kept on getting cold streaks and such." Christian of course felt like he was being watched to death in the place and had feelings that something wasn't right there but wasn't going to tell Chris that. It was strange... Christian had stayed in the hotel a million times before and they often reserved the same room for him but these recent things made him feel uncomfortable in there now.
"Well why didn't you say something? You could've let us know that you went and moved yourself. You had us all worried that something had happened to you, like The Hardyz." Jericho replied, scolding Christian for not notifying them.
"Jeff and Matt?" Christian questioned, now Chris had gotten his attention and woke him up.
"Yea, we were calling you to see whether you'd heard about it."
"I haven't. I'm having time off, of course. What's going on?" Christian questioned and reminded, some of his friends most likely hadn't remembered that Christian got the rest of the week off.
"Oh yea... Forgot that you're not back in till the next main show." Jericho sighed in his forgetfulness and Christian could almost hear his friend smack himself on the forehead.
"But what about Matt and Jeff?" Christian demanded, wishing that Jericho would just hurry up and tell him.
"Oh right! Duh!" Jericho sighed again, he needed to stop getting so darn forgetful! "It's so strange! Jeff Hardy is now missing like Matt."
"What!? When?" Christian demanded in a stunned voice. He'd just seen Jeff a day or two ago, at the last show. He was roughly in one piece then. But then again... He had heard that chilling scream and he bumped into Edge, who was acting odd.
"The last anybody has seen of him is at the last show, when you were there." Jericho replied. "It's the same thing as Matt. All his things are missing from the hotel he was staying at and here at the arena. No sign of him and he left without saying anything. I personally think that'd it could be a private family thing."
"Hmmm..." Christian groaned, why did things just keep on sounding worse and worse? Jeff Hardy was the only other one that understood him at the moment, and now he was missing. What did that mean for him?
"I wouldn't worry about it, Christian." Chris Jericho continued. "They're most likely decided to take the week off like you, sort whatever it is. Be back for the next week main show."
"Yea but if that was the case then why would they be missing." Christian pointed out. "That's just creepy how they've not notified anyone."
"Chill Christian." Jericho sighed. "I bet it's nothing to worry about. They'll show themselves when they're good and ready. Besides... Why would you care about those dorks anyway? Their only friend's of Edge and if you remember recent times, we don't like them. You don't like them, it was all you're idea and plans. Remember? Solo career?"
"Who said I was that worried about them?" Christian shot back. "Just curious is all. Plus think. If strange things can happen to them then strange things can happen to us. And it already has on me..."
"Are you still going on about the Blood Bath thing?" Jericho sighed, thought that his friend had gotten over that little 'episode'. "It's nothing, Christian. You've already had a match and stuff after that and nothing happened after that, did it? And if you do find out who did it as a joke, just let me know who it is and I'll handle them for you."
"Thanks... But I'll handle whoever it is, if I ever find out." Christian turned the offer down. He didn't want to involve his friend in this mess. It had nothing to do with any of them other than the old members... But then again, that now just leaves Edge for the moment... And he wasn't about to go and find him! He was acting creepy too at times, why the hell would Edge try to forgive him after all the things he'd done? Was Edge just trying to forgive him because he thinks his little brother is going insane? "I guess you're right... Nothing happened at the last match and show."
"That's right. Oh yea! I went back and watched some old WWF videos and saw a few of those Blood Baths. They're so gross. They were given out by your old team, weren't they?" Jericho babbled.
"Yea..."
"I bet it was one of them, like you said, prob Edge." Jericho continued to babble. "Or someone that was watching old WWF video's like myself and thought they'd get a kick out of reacting it."
"Most likely." Christian sighed but soon grew blunt again. "And don't start thinking that I care about them again. I'm just concerned is all, after all... It is happening in our company."
"Whatever. Just keep your distance from them for a while. You're trying to move on, remember? You can't do that if you've got those twerps bothering you and setting you back off track." Jericho reminded him sternly. His friend had come a long way in his solo career and to becoming more independent, he didn't want Christian to slip up now.
"Understood." Christian replied simply. "But I'll talk to whoever I want. It doesn't matter whether I speak to them anyway. I'm long over them all."
"Good." Jericho smiled. "I've got to go, some of us have got to work. We've got to go out and party soon, OK? We still haven't celebrated. I'll call you later and see you next week."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Christian sighed as he lugged his stuff with him into the WWF arena building of the current time. He was lugging most of his stuff in with him into the work building because they'd changed places and he didn't have enough time to check into a new hotel before working tonight. Stupid stuff was heavy... And the blonde was now questioning why he packed so much. Christian walked around the place in search for his new dressing room. The whole place was packed and buzzing around him, tons of other wrestlers getting ready for tonight's show. Most said hi or waved or something at him as they passed on by. Christian barely acknowledged them though because like the last place, he hated it. Something didn't feel right in this one either, he couldn't now wait to get out of this one for tonight.
"Do you have any idea where my dressing room is?" Christian grunted to one of the backstage staff, given up trying to find it himself. This place was massive. He didn't mean to be so rude but he was getting tired of dragging his stuff around the place. He just wanted to find his room and get himself settled before his stuff for the night.
"Sure. It's up those sets of stairs and the third door on the left." The backstage staff smiled and pointed his index finger out in the direction of the stairs.
"Thank you." Christian sighed, some gratefulness could be heard in his voice.
Christian hauled himself in the direction of the stairs that had been pointed out to him. He stood at the bottom of the staircase and groaned to himself. It had a few sets of stairs and he was carrying all this stuff. Why did he have to have a dressing room all the way up there? Couldn't he for once just have it on the ground floor? "Best just get this over and done with." He grunted to himself and yanked some of the bags over his shoulder. Just standing there wasn't going to get him there any quicker.
Christian slowly walked up the stairs, dragging the bags with him. He reached the last flight of stairs and blew a sigh of relief, he had much better things to do than go up a million flights of stairs. When Christian reached the middle of this flight of stairs he felt himself suddenly lose balance and felt himself falling backwards. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion to him as he started to fall back. Christian had closed his eyes, waiting for impact, but soon opened them when that impact didn't come. He felt a hand place on his back from behind him and he quickly took the chance to push himself forward and stand normally. Christian quickly spun around to see who had just saved his ass incredibly.
"Thank you..." Christian sighed with great relief and gratefulness but stopped when he saw the face of his saviour. "Matt?" Christian questioned, stunned.
"What's with the surprised look?" Matt questioned simply, eyes fixed on Christian who was on the upper step to him.
"... I just got told you were missing... That's all. You're back then?" Christian stammered but recomposed himself.
"Yea... I was just... Very sick." Matt sighed. "I came back in for work today. Was coming up to find my dressing room and found you having a little trouble."
"And Jeff?" Christian added in question.
Matt just looked down, Christian could swear he saw a dark smirk on Matt's face before Matt replied. "He... Caught what I had. He's off resting it."
"Then why didn't you tell anybody?"
"What's with the questions, Christian?" Matt smirked, now looking back up and staring Christian right in the eye. "Missed me?"
"And why would I miss you?" Christian shot back. "Especially after all those harsh words and crap last week."
"And I'm sorry for my harsh words from last time we saw each other." Matt apologised and appeared to have a dark, but sincere, face on. "I missed you, though."
"To what? Take shots at?" Christian shot again at him. Christian was grateful that Matt had saved him on these stairs and everything but who was Matt trying to kid? They don't even like each other, let alone care about the others well being.
Matt just chuckled at the comment, obviously not taking Christians comments seriously. Matt just laughed to himself, as if he had an inside joke Christian knew nothing about. He didn't make a verbal reply back to Christian, just stood still with a dark smirk fixed on his face. Christian couldn't help but look into his eyes that blared into him, they almost gave out a dark and dangerous spark in them. Which made Christian extremely uncomfortable, he didn't like being smirked and stared at like that. Matt must be sick, he was never this nice to him.
"Thanks for helping me on the stairs anyway." Christian blurted out, wanting to just break the creepy glancing that was coming his way. "Even though I don't know why because usually you would be happy for me to get such treatment."
Matt stood there a second, looking like he was having to really think over his reply to that. "A person can have a change of heart, can't they?"
"I guess..." Christian replied cautiously, thinking that maybe Matt was up to something.
"Plus wouldn't want you to hurt yourself or anything." Matt continued and smirked almost to sweetly at Christian. "Wouldn't be a good thing, now would it?"
"I... Guess not..." Christian stuttered. Matt's presence was almost could be called 'dark', something wasn't normal about him. Plus like he thought before Matt was acting to nice, to him anyway. Jeff was usually the nicer one out of the two... And even then, him and Jeff didn't see eye to eye much anymore... Not after what he did.
"How about I help you with your bags?" Matt suggested softly.
"No, no..." Christian replied quickly. "That's alright... I'm already nearly at my dressing room anyway. I can handle it."
"If you say so. Take better care of yourself." Matt smirked and passed Christian on the stairs and finished the flight and walked onto the floor.
Christian was just a bit creeped out by Matt's current personality and just stood on the stair stunned for a moment. He had a dark look in his eye's and an evil smirk on him, what had he really been up to while he was gone?
"Christian!" Called out a voice. "You alright? I saw you, you nearly fell."
Christian soon saw Jericho reach him, a look of worry splashed across his face. "Yea... Yea, I'm fine. Matt caught me..."
"Yea. Weird, I was close behind you. Was calling for you but you obviously didn't hear me. It was like Matt nearly came out of nowhere..." Jericho babbled, relieved to see his friend in one piece.
"Yea... Very weird." Christian replied slowly and both of them looked up the rest of the stairs in a stunned trance. Where had Matt come from? Surely him or his friend would've seen him on the flights of stairs, but neither had... Plus how had Matt caught him so easily? Matt caught his weight so easily... Even people like them who lifted weights would've most likely stumbled while trying to stable the other persons weight. But Matt just used one firm hand and managed to stop him so easily... Matt couldn't be much bigger than himself and wasn't the high strength type in the ring, he usually had to use his brain and be flexible.
Matt walked up to his dressing room and slowly let himself into the room. He closed the door behind him and he glanced into a pitch dark corner, knowing they were there. Matt's face darkened and a devious dark smirk appeared on his face. He continued to smirk and watched as two dark figures walked out of the darkness of the pitch black corner.
"Good job." The male figure congratulated Matt in approval. "Was a good thing we were watching him."
"Yea, that boy needs to take better care of himself." The female figure added on.
"Thanks." Matt replied simply.
"Tut, Little One." The male figure sighed to no one in particular. "If it wasn't for our Matthew here he could've seriously injured himself on those stairs or worse. That child definitely needs to have an eye permanently on him."
"Yea, going to keep doing mischievous things and getting himself into trouble. Plus he's so loud and... high strung now. Has really come out of his shell in these recent times." The female figure added.
"He's the youngest." The male one replied simply, acting like that was the whole information they needed. "The youngest always needs the most attention. Plus always high strung and needs to be watched."
"He's always been you're favourite." Matt sighed.
"Aw... Jealous?" The male figure almost mocked.
"Not at all. Favourite's won't even come into play when we're all finally back together, just like we're supposed to be." Matt grinned. "Plus you've known him virtually all his life and he is the baby of this Brood. Guess we all have a protective streak for him."
"Spoken... So correctly." The male figure smiled, voice sounding like almost congratulating him again. "He's my Little One. Nothing will change that, even if he doesn't want it."
"He'll see it our way soon enough." The female figure added on.
"How is our Jeff coming along?" Matt questioned briefly.
"He's nearly finished." The male figure informed Matt. "Taking a bit more longer than yourself but he's younger, takes him longer to 'adjust', especially the change over part. He was awake a little bit ago actually but he needed to rest more. He's really excited about having a new brother."
Matt smirked at the last comment, knowing his brother all to well. "Should've known. Jeff has always been the type to love being in a brood. Most likely loves the thought of having a younger brother."
"True but our members our already picked and we're already close to being done." The female replied.
"True. The members were picked a long time ago, right Matthew?" The male figure grinned. "I'm not interested in any new additions. Only the one's I think of as my own."
"I agree with that." Matt nodded. "We were chosen a long time ago. Christian would've already be finished with his transformation if he hadn't decided to leave and pick his stupid brother over the brood."
"Can't totally be hard on him there." The female figure replied softly. "Edge is his real flesh and blood brother."
"And I couldn't care less." Matt grunted to it.
"Easy alright, Matthew." The male figure prompted. "It doesn't matter. We'll just be together now. It's quite funny actually. After all this time I've still got such a strong influence still over him and yet he doesn't even realise it. The best part is when I made him turn on Edge, figured it'd just be an easier process if Edge was out of the picture."
"True but even after all this stuff Christian pulled on him, Edge still doesn't have pure hate for him. He's still bothering with him." Matt pointed out.
"Well... We'll just have to see what happens there and work from there. Plans might have to change, that depends on Christian, now doesn't it? I might have influence on him at times when he isn't feeling up but that doesn't mean I have much real control on him at this point. He might try and make it harder on us than it really needs to be. And if that's the case, then we'll make things so that he can't refuse. Not that matters anyway... Little One's coming home whether he likes it or not." The male figure explained and smirked darkly.
The other two just nodded and smirked, understanding what he meant by it. Just because they had a rough plan, doesn't mean it'll follow through word for word and it was true... Christian could really play up on them. But then again... How was he going to resist them? Sometimes you make them have something they don't want to happen to do what's best for them. And this was the case... He might not like the idea but they knew this was the best for him.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I have plans on doing more horror scenes later on in this, not to far much from this, just trying to get the base down. Can't wait : )