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?
Beep! Beep!
"Ugh..." Groaned the long haired blonde as he reached out and grabbed the bleeping mobile from the bedside cabinet and brought it to him, under the duvet.
"That's what you get for sleeping in late." Commented a familiar voice that suddenly filled the room.
"Ugh... How can you wake up so early?" The blonde groaned from underneath the duvet. "We both had such a late night last night, after that call, chatting and research..."
"And how can you sleep through me getting out of bed and making so much noise? Plus how can you sleep so solid when you're in so much stress?" The other sassed back in a joking tone.
"Whatever. I haven't been able to sleep a lot for tons of weeks, guess it's finally catching up on me." The blonde grunted. "It's only like 9.00am, not exactly killer late for anything."
"But we do have a long day though." He reminded his best friend. "Or, don't you want to go down and visit your brother?"
"Alright. Alright!" The blonde sighed and threw off the warming duvet.
"Well we better get sorted soon... Oh yea... Edge had already called..."
"He has!" Gasped the golden haired blonde, which soon turned into annoyance. "Why didn't you wake me!?"
"Yea right!" Snorted his best friend. "Would've taken dynamite to shift you!"
"Ha, ha! Very funny, Jericho!" Christian scoffed and threw a pillow at his best friend, who was standing in the doorway.
"Don't even want to know what's happening?" Jericho raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, come on. Just tell me." Christian frowned; it was too early to play games. "He must've been pissed to hear your voice. Especially when neither of you can barely tolerate the other."
"Yea... He sounded a little cross that I wouldn't wake you but... Oh well, he'll have to get over it." Jericho shrugged, mentally smiling for pissing off his best friend's older brother. "He seemed extremely happy that we're coming down though and wanted to even see whether he can see you today. Doesn't waste any time does he?"
"Nope. But can you blame him? Haven't seen him in like over a week and all this stuff happening..." Christian defended his brother. "Now, what did he say?"
"He's done all the work for us, actually."
"Hmm?" Christian pulled a confused face, not understanding that snappy comment.
"He's already booked us tickets, rides and everything."
"You're kidding!?" Christian gasped.
Jericho shook his head, showing he was serious. "The way he was going on you would think that he's most likely even sorted out meals and everything."
"Wouldn't put it past him. To 'make sure I'm looking after myself'" Christian chuckled. "Paid and everything?"
"Yep. All we've got to do is go and get on."
"Strange... Thought he'd at least complain about paying with his money and stuff." Christian raised an eyebrow to that. "He has such a tenancy to nag about money at times."
"I know. Don't forget I've been there to hear some of that!" Jericho scoffed; both blondes couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Time?" Christian finally asked after their laugh.
"2.00pm for the flight." Jericho replied simply. "Shouldn't be a problem, since he's already arranged for someone to pick us up from here and take us to the airport. Plus we were virtually living out of our suitcases anyway, so no need to pack."
Christian raised his eyebrow yet again at the first comment but decided to shrug it off anyway. Edge really needed to get them transport to the airport? Didn't think they could at least sort that out themselves?
"He quickly said something about wanting to see you at like 11.00pm or something before hanging up." Jericho added.
Christian pulled a face at the timing of that. "11.00pm? Bit late isn't it? Especially after a plane flight, he should know that I would be seriously exhausted after a plane flight. Flights really make me tired..."
"Yea... Aww... You sleep like a baby on a plane and for some time after." Jericho mock cooed at him. Earning another pillow being thrown at him and directly hit him in the head this time.
"Shut up, dork!" Christian shot back in a joke form.
"Ha, ha! Ok, ok..." Jericho sighed. "I'm making breakfast, come on."
"Ok. I'll be there in a sec." Christian replied simply. "I've got a text."
"Ok. What do you want?"
"Pancakes please." Christian answered. "You know the way I like them."
Jericho just smiled and turned around in the doorway and walked off. Christian could hear him faintly in the distance, opening the fridge to get stuff.
Christian then lifted up his mobile to his face and clicked on all the necessary buttons to get the text message to come up.
Hey... Christian,
This is Rhino, and of course you know because you know my number.
I heard that you're coming back today. Hope you're feeling better... I know you're not coming back to the shows or anything just yet but still... Bet you're glad that Edge is now back... Strange how he's acting though and easily disappears into nowhere though...
Anyway, yea. I was wondering whether you wanted to quickly meet up in like a bar. There's some things I think we need to... Chat about. Ok?
Text me back.
Rhino.
Christian raised an eyebrow at some of the strange comments that was said in the text but oh well... Rhino obviously had something on his mind and wanted to chat to him about it. Might do him some good. Rhino was another one of his closest ever friends and had no problem with talking to him. Christian text back saying yes and that it was fine. Rhino quickly sent a short reply back with details.
"Christian!? Their ready!" Jericho called from the kitchen. Christian got up and wandered to the kitchen.
"Man! Going to have a seriously busy time you are today." Jericho joked as he whisked throughout the luxurious cabin. Christian just stood in the living room, watching his best friend rush around and check on everything was ready. Christian couldn't stop a small smile at times escape onto his lips as he watched him, it was funny watching Jericho get stressy as he tries to find everything that belonged to himself and his best friend. Jericho means well but he really needed to chill at times... Oh well... At least it helped take his mind off things, even if it was for a minute or two at a time.
"I know..." Christian sighed finally. "These people know I get exhausted from a plane flight! And all I want to do afterwards is sleep!"
"Well... Rhino must have something serious to talk about to you then." Jericho replied. "He knows you very well and wouldn't make you see him tonight unless he really had something serious to talk to you about. You've delayed it."
"True."
"And as for Edge... Well you've already answered that."
"Yea. I hope he just means a quick visit or something and not have me hanging around too much." Christian grumbled.
"Yea... If it isn't then just walk out on him." Jericho scoffed.
"I'm not going to up and leave him without saying."
"Joking!" Jericho called comically from another room.
"Oh yea! Rhino says it's cool if you come with. You know, to the bar." Christian remembered and replayed.
"Ok, cool. Why not?" Jericho replied, Christian could almost hear the shrug. "I'm coming with you when you're going to meet Edge."
"What!? Why?"
"Can't be to safe Christian."
"I think I'm safe with my own brother." Christian replied sternly.
"Does it really matter? You're only going to do be doing a quick pop by." Jericho tried to brush it off as not that big of a deal. "I don't want you wandering around or meeting him in god knows where, it's not safe and you know it."
"..." Christian just did a massive pout to that, of course, Jericho couldn't and didn't see.
"Christian?"
"Hmm...?"
"I'm going."
Christian sighed, there was point arguing with him anymore. As he found out from yesterday, Jericho didn't take no to well. "Fine. But you're waiting in the car or something outside. Ok? Then you'll know I'm fine."
Christian didn't hear the real reply and heard a little cussing but knew that if Jericho was going to say no seriously he would've straight out said it. He knew Jericho didn't like it but Christian just wanted some private time with his brother. He wasn't going to get a decent conversation out of Edge with Jericho looming around and them glaring at each other. Plus Jericho would most likely interrupt and be rude. Nothing was going to happen with Edge there anyway... His brother was safe to be with...
Christian suddenly heard a honk outside and went up to the closest window and peered out of it. "Chris! A posh car is outside!"
"That must be our ride!" Jericho yelled back.
"Wow! Edge ordered something like that?" Christian muttered to himself in amazement. This totally wasn't Edge. It was strange before that Edge had arranged everything for them but this... Edge was often like, if it works fine and gets you where you want to go then there isn't a problem. In other words, he didn't give a damn about the condition about what they would ride in, as long as it was reasonable and safe.
"Just go out there and start loading your stuff!" Jericho yelled. "Your stuff is done; I'm just trying to finish 'salvaging' what's mine. I'll be out as quick as I can!"
"Ok! Don't take too long though! We don't want to miss our flight!" Christian agreed and yelled back.
Christian then proceeded to open the front door of the massive cabin and started to drag some bags up to the boot. Christian raised his eyebrow a little bit when he noticed that the driver hadn't moved out of the driver's seat and weren't helping him. Rude much?! Christian suddenly felt uncomfortable, he didn't see the driver much really but something didn't feel right. Christian couldn't put his finger on it...
"Trust Edge to get a stressy dork driver." Christian muttered to himself as he went back to collect more bags and dump them in one big heap.
Christian soon had all the luggage out in one big heap and even moved what Jericho had to outside. Christian hung in the doorway facing the inside of the cabin and waited a few minutes for Jericho. He didn't fancy hanging around outside, the driver just seemed so unfriendly and he didn't want to hang around him.
"Christian!" Jericho called, snapping Christian out of more of his thoughts.
"Yea?"
"Could you just come in here a sec and help me move something!?"
Christian didn't bother to verbally reply and just walked in to help. Jericho just wanted a little help pushing the wardrobe aside because something had fallen behind it.
"Are we done now?" Christian almost whined like a little kid, bored of hanging around and waiting.
"Yep, that should be all of it." Jericho nodded as he proceeded to walk over and gave a final check over that everything was Ok. "Is our stuff in the car?"
"Nope."
"Uh, why?" Jericho questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Well the driver didn't get out and didn't open the boot. What am I? Super bitch?" Christian replied in almost a complaining voice. "Plus... There's just something... Unfriendly about whoever that is driving."
"Oh what? Getting sensitive now, are we?" Jericho half joked and half serious. "I don't care what the driver is like, as long as he gets us from point A to point B with our luggage then I really couldn't give a shit what he's like, Christian."
Christian flinched a little from the bluntness of Jericho's voice but felt a little stupid himself now. Why should he care whether the driver was so unpleasant that he didn't get out to help or sent out an uncomfortable vibe. "Yea... He was just giving out an uncomfortable vibe to me... That's all."
Jericho's face softened a little, he didn't mean to make him flinch or sound horrible to him. Sometimes his attitude really got the better of him and made him look so horrible and rude. "I'm sorry... Didn't mean to snap."
"That's alright." Christian tried to shrug off. "There... Was just something. I didn't feel safe standing outside alone with that driver just creepily waiting in the car, doing nothing but staring back at me through the mirrors on the car."
"Whatever. It doesn't matter." Jericho shrugged off himself. "We'll just catch our ride and get on that plane and be out of this freak show of a small town."
Christian just smiled and nodded, then following Jericho outside to the posh car.
"I thought you said the stuff was still out..." Jericho commented and raised an eyebrow at Christian.
"It was..." Christian frowned and looked a little annoyed to see that it was now completely packed into the car. Bit quick... Christian didn't think someone could load all their stuff that quick. The driver was in the exact place that he'd left him though, all he could see was a pair of eyes glaring from the car's rear mirrors. Stupid jerk, making him look stupid to his best friend.
"Must've done it while you came in and helped me." Jericho shrugged simply as he locked up the front door to the cabin. "Come on. Our plane awaits, Christian. And I have every intention of both of us being on that flight, anyway possible."
"Right..." Christian nodded as they both headed up to the car and both slipped onto the backs eats.
"I'm guessing you boy's want the airport." The driver commented.
Christian shivered when he heard the voice, he'd heard it before.
"That's right." Jericho replied bluntly. He gave Christian a look of concern when he saw Christian shiver and his eyes full of worry.
"What's wrong?" He whispered lowly to Christian as the car started up and took to the road. "I know its cold and snowing and everything but it's not like you've never been in this weather. In fact, it's your native weather!"
Christian didn't respond. Just acted as if he hadn't heard what Jericho had just said to him and stared on ahead, looking into the back of the driver with weary eyes.
Jericho sighed and shuffled back into his seat to get more comfortable. What was his problem? Christian woke up in a good enough mood and was fine until this stupid car turned up. This was all Edge's fault, as usual. Christian has had such an up and down mood recently, but could he really blame him? Christian just needed his friends right now, and as his best friend he had to be there for him.
Thirty minutes down the line not much had changed inside the car. Jericho frowned at this, Christian was never usually this quiet and still for this amount of time, unless he was either asleep or ill. And currently, he was neither, unless ill with stress fell into that category. Jericho couldn't take him being still any longer! He used his index finger and poked Christian in the side, making the other blonde nearly jump out of his skin.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Christian demanded, glaring into Jericho.
"Sit still any longer and you might become a statue."
Christian just gave a major pout and frowned at his best friend.
"Got quite a pout there, haven't you?" The driver butted in with his comment.
Christian just turned his annoyed glare towards the driver, if looks could kill...
"Haven't I seen a pout like that before...? Wait, aren't you guys well known?" The driver continued, glancing at them more with the wing mirror.
"If you're into sports like wrestling you should." Jericho scoffed with his inflated ego. "And that 'quite a pout' is one of his big trademarks."
"Yes... That... Christian and Jericho."
"That's right." Jericho sneered, not liking the way this driver was getting nosy and annoying.
"But me and Christian have already met, haven't we Christian?" The driver sneakily smirked.
"Hmm?" Jericho scowled, where would his best friend know this freak of a guy from?
"The park. Huh, Christian?" The driver continued, smirking at him through the mirrors.
"Yes." Christian replied blankly and continued to glare into the back of the driver.
The car just went silent for a while after that, Christian was sure making the trip uncomfortable with being so quiet and still. Plus made it very obvious that he was almost doing it on purpose.
For ages Jericho just sat there with the silence and tried racking his brain. What was with Christian's cold shoulder? His moods were up and down recently but usually he was bright and happy enough at times in public, not unless his character called for the mood in the ring and stuff. But Christian's cold shoulder he noticed wasn't directed at him at all, just purely on the driver. Christian said he didn't like the driver before he got in but this was no way to behave! But then one of the driver's comments had finally sunk into his blonde head. Christian has met him before, in the park! That guy they were discussing last night! The one that had been almost stalking his best friend! That was not on!
Jericho peered a little into the outside side mirrors and caught a look at their currently working driver. Christian was right. He was creepy. He gave off an uncomfortable feeling without even really trying. Plus he soon noticed that the driver seemed quite fixed on Christian, kept giving glances his way through the mirrors or turning slightly enough. Creep! He didn't want this guy anywhere near his best friend, he felt like a threat.
"Got to stop for gas." The driver said simply, snapping Jericho out of his thoughts.
The two blondes watched as the driver pulled off the highway and into a nearby service station. The driver let the car go dead and hopped out.
"That's the problem isn't it...?" Jericho finally said, looking over at Christian.
"Huh?" Christian pulled a questioning face and looked back to Jericho.
"The driver. He's the guy that you met in the park yesterday, right?" Jericho asked sternly. "The one that was stalking you?"
"Figured out, huh?"
"There were more than enough hints." Jericho snorted.
"Ok, Mr. Know it all, you should've figured it out sooner." Christian shot back.
"Blah." Jericho playfully shoved his tongue out him.
"Whatever." Christian scowled and crossed his arms, showing he clearly wasn't playing around. "I just want to get out of here now."
"You feel threatened?" Jericho questioned, taking Christian very seriously now.
Christian glanced over at him and nodded, the worry clearly seen. "I don't trust this guy. Plus something's not right."
"What do you mean by 'not right'?"
"Haven't you noticed the boards that we're passing as we were driving?" Christian questioned, pulling a very serious face to make sure Jericho knew he wasn't joking. Yes he often joked around and pulled pranks but that's seemed to go down the toilet since all of this, like woken him up to real dangers and they weren't a joking matter.
The other blonde just gave a quick shake of the head. He'd been too deep into his thoughts to do any of that. Both of them watched as the driver now finished up pumping the petrol into the car and was getting ready to go in the shop and pay for it. He turned a little and gave them a dark look and creepy smirk as he walked along to it. Both just shivered from that, creepy.
"I think we're going the wrong way." Christian finally said, once he worked out the shiver.
"The wrong way!?" Jericho gasped at Christian's accusation. "But he knows exactly where we're going, the airport. Edge wouldn't have gotten that mixed up, not when he really wants us on that flight."
"Exactly." Christian raised an eyebrow. "It's not like in the total opposite direction but I noticed like about 15 minutes ago that we're now heading a bit off and missed a turn in."
Jericho scowled and quickly looked over in the shops direction and saw the driver was getting quite held up with a long queue. He then turned slightly and proceeded to grab the handle of his door.
"What are you doing!?" Christian gasped when he watched his best mate do these actions.
"I don't know about you but... This guy almost feels like a... Well threat." Jericho replied, his eyes locked on the driver that was still waiting in the que. "And that was before you just said what you just said. This whole situation is just flashing a red warning light at me, not trusting this. And after all this stuff recently, I'm taking any risks."
"I get where you're coming from because I feel the same way but... Nicking the car?"
"Look, Christian. We don't have a lot of time to do this, haven't got all day to discuss this here." Jericho replied bluntly. "And I'm not risking ourselves with this freak! We're getting on that plane! And he knows exactly where to find the car, wants to charge us? Whatever! Don't care. Just want to get out of here and not end up god knows wherever this freak is taking us."
Christian just stared at him with a gapping mouth; he'd never seen his friend so worked up and willing to nick something. Chris Jericho was often more laid back than this and would just threaten to beat the bloke up if he tried anything. But of course that was before meeting two new born brother vampires, that they used to really know, and their magical strength. Oh well... Desperate times call for desperate measures, he guessed.
Jericho didn't give him another glance and just pulled himself out and dived into the driver's seat. The driver had conveniently left the keys in the car, leaving Jericho an easy go of just starting the car up and putting it into drive.
"I can't believe you just did that!" Christian gasped as Jericho started driving off out of the service station. They both saw the old man, that was their driver, run out and was yelling at them but he was far to late to stop them leaving.
"Well he can go to hell." Jericho muttered, actually enjoying the oldish man jumping up and down behind them through the wing mirror. "No one's going to be a threat to my best mate. You alright?"
"Just fine. Now that he's gone." Christian replied, feeling much more at ease with that old man away from him now. "Do you think we're too far off the airport?"
Jericho saw a close passing sign and blew a sigh of relief, yes they'd have to go back but it wasn't too far. Good thing they didn't let that creepy driver continue to drive off with them, they could've ended up in god knows where! Now that was what Jericho called a threat.
"We're not too far off, thank god." Jericho answered as he made the necessary turns to go the correct way.
There was a few minutes of silence before anything more was said. Both blondes were just trying to cool themselves back down from the incident but were both definitely feeling more relaxed now. The old man was definitely carrying some kind of atmosphere when he was in there.
"Do you think he planted himself there?" Christian questioned, not sure whether he actually wanted an answer.
"Maybe... That old man sure had set his sights on you, with all that creepy staring and such..." Jericho replied, glancing back a little at Christian to make sure he was Ok. He could tell Christian was a little freaked to see that guy again but he was safe now... "But it doesn't matter now. He's gone. And we're catching our flight and leaving him a long time behind, Ok? And if I see him again I'm going to beat his old ass into the ground!"
"I'm not sure fans really want to see one of their heroes beating up an old defenceless man!" Christian joked back with a laugh, finally lightening up his mood now. This made Jericho feel more at ease.
"Defenceless!?" Jericho gasped. "He looked like a creepy old man that could've escaped the mental ward! I mean... Didn't you see that dark look and smirk he had on him?"
"I know! Why else do you think I ran the way home yesterday?"
"Good thing too! Might've tried... Pulling you in the shadows or something."
"Ha! He wishes! Especially with you and Edge checking and 'defending' me!" Christian joked back. Finally he was seeing a jokey side of the horrible situation, most likely just happy to be getting away from the place.
"To right!" Jericho laughed right back. "He doesn't know who he's dealing with!"
"Come on, Christian!" Jericho called back as he waited for his best friend to catch up to him, while he was waiting at the boarding area.
"Coming..." Christian sighed, he was just getting tired already from earlier's excitement and carrying this entire darn luggage.
Christian walked steadily in Jericho's direction but still glanced around himself, seeing tons of people rushing like themselves. Christian's face stopped though when he noticed a bad familiar face out of the crowd. The old man... Standing so still, staring at him with a super dark smirk on his face. Christian almost felt his heart stop because he was so stunned. How the hell had this guy gotten here so quickly?! They took the car! There's no way that guy could've beaten them here.
"Christian!" Jericho yelled, seeing that his best friend had just stopped a second and looked very pale and in shock. "Christian!?"
Christian was knocked out of his staring when he heard his best friend's voice getting louder in his calling. He looked at Jericho, who was now looking at him with worry and was beckoning him to come over now. Christian nodded and quickly flicked his head back but only to see the old man wasn't there. He darted his head around the place but couldn't see him anywhere... Like he'd just vanished. Had Christian just imagined that?
Christian just shook his head in attempts to clear it and continued to make his way over to his blonde friend and got on the plane...
Creepy, just don't trust some old men, lol. Christian's finally heading back, thankfully in one piece, but what does Rhino want and got to tell him? And is Edge going to really be all that he seems?
Love writing this, hehehe. This is definitely a story I really enjoy writing more. Hope you review and tell me what you think and even possibly give suggestions for the future, as long as it's constructive.