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You Can't See Me... or Can You?

"Where the hell is he?" Steele demanded, anxiously pacing outside a local eatery.

"Dunno. It's not like him to be late." Ace replied, rolling up his collar.

"I 'm really starting to fuckin' wonder." Steele retorted, doing the same. "It may just be the two of us from here on."

"You know me." Ace answered "When I have ever fucked you up?"

"Never... and if you wanna keep it goin', it better stay that way."

"Let's do this."

"It'll be a pleasure." Both of the men flicked their blades and strolled in.

The club scene was dead that night, so Jeff and Randy had decided to grab a bite to eat then call it an early night. The two WWE superstars had no idea what mortal danger they were in for until Ace and Steele were standing right in front of their table.

"Evening gentlemen, mind if we join you?" Ace sneered. Both men fingered their respective blades.

"Like we have a choice?" Jeff retorted

"No." Steele replied, beckoning for them to move with his knife.

"You know these guys, Hardy?" Randy asked

"Get a load of him... you know these guys????" Ace laughed

"Whatever problem you have with me, leave Randy alone." Jeff pleaded

Randy still looked confused. "Jeff, what is going on?"

"You don't remember us...? After the fun we had in the alley... I'm hurt!" Steele dangled his knife in front of Randy's face, swinging it hypnotically back and forth.

"Jeff, what are they talking about?" Randy quaked

"Yeah, Jeff, why don't you tell him what we're talking about?" Ace laughed

"Why don't you?" Jeff realized that right now, nobody knew where he had taken Randy and unless he could get a message to either Adam or Eric, neither he nor the Legend Killer would see the sunrise.

"Love to." Ace replied "You see, Randy, my buddies and I taught you a little lesson the other night..."

While Ace ranted, Jeff slowly edged his phone out of his pocket.

"...and then we... what the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Huh?"

"Don't try to be a hero or we'll shank you both right here."

"Sorry." Jeff moaned and quickly rested his head on the table.

"Don't get too comfy. We're going for a ride."

"We are?" Jeff asked

"Well, three of us are. You're staying here." Ace swung and buried his knife, hilt-deep in Jeff's ribs.

"Jeff!" Randy screamed

"Shut it!" Steele punched Randy, dazing him. "Let's move!"

Ace and Steele dragged Randy out of the restaurant. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice a semi-conscious man being escorted from the joint. Apathy aside, the scream should've alerted someone.

Jeff was in shock. The blood spurting from his right side soon made him feel light-headed. Futilely, he tried to stop the flow with a handful of napkins, and when that failed, his shirt. Nothing was working. His vision was already starting to waver, when he saw his last hope. He reached for his phone again. It took almost all of his remaining strength to open it and scroll down to Eric's number. With a heavy finger, he dialled.

It rang once... twice... three times... four times...

"You've reached Eric... leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Ciao!"

"No!" Jeff moaned, a tear trickling down his face. "Help..."

Then the world went black.

Adam and Eric, fresh from their adventure, were looking for a cab to take them back to the arena where, hopefully, their cars were still parked.

"I wonder how Jeff and Randy are doing?" Eric asked

"Why don't you call them and find out?" Adam replied

"Okay, Captain Obvious." Eric snickered

Eric punched a button and waited. From his expression, it was apparent that something was amiss.

"Hmm..." He said, flipping the lid closed. "It went right to his voice mail."

"Is that a problem?"

"That's never happened before. I guess Jeff got rid of the call forwarding." Eric put his phone back in his pocket, completely missing that the red message light was flashing.

"Cab or walk?" Adam asked, looking at the deserted streets.

"I guess we walk." Eric replied "It's not too far to the arena, if I remember how to get there. We were a little distracted on our way out, after all."

"That's why neither of us are career criminals." Adam joked "We can't even find our getaway cars."

"Where are you taking me?" Randy asked

"Nowhere special." Steele and Ace had hot-wired a nearby car and driven away. Steele rode in the back with Randy, knife to the ribs, while Ace drove recklessly toward the outside of town.

"Since we had so much fun with you last time, we're gonna do it again, right Ace?"

They both laughed loudly at Steele's joke. Randy cringed. What he'd heard in the eatery had been enough to unlock that part of memory that he'd locked the trauma into.

"You'll never get away with this!" Randy shouted

"And why not? It's not like you're gonna be around long enough to tell anyone. And we've already taken care of that fag friend of yours." It was ironic that neither Ace nor Steele knew of Eric and Adam's involvement, or they might not have been so cocky. "Can't this crate go any faster?"

'I'm floorin' it... what's your rush?" Ace looked through the rear-view mirror. "If you're that anxious to get going, make him suck you."

Steele looked at Randy, and licked his lips in anticipation. "I'll save enough of him for you." He reached for his belt. "Don't even think about biting or I'll stick this in your ear."

"You do know what happens when someone suffers a brain trauma, don't you? It causes the victim to simultaneously relieve himself and bite down. I've heard that the bite reflex is so strong, they need a crowbar to pry the victim's jaws apart." Randy said

Steele's hands paused, his jeans half-open. "You're lying."

"Try me. Anything you put in my mouth I will bite." Randy dared him. A laughing fit suddenly overtook him.

"Shut up!" Steele punched him. "We'll see who's laughing when this is over."

The car drove on, passing Adam and Eric on their way back to the arena. Randy's eyes widened, hoping that he'd been seen, but not wanting to risk drawing the attention of his captors.

"Was that Randy?" Adam asked

"Huh?" Eric had been trying unsuccessfully for the past twenty minutes to reach Jeff. His voice mail kept picking up.

"That was Randy. I'm sure of it!" Adam took off after the car. Eric sprinted as fast as he could behind him.

They ran for a couple blocks before realizing that there was no way either of them could catch up.

"Adam, wait, it's useless." Eric panted "And I'm too old to be doing this!"

"We're the same age, bro." Adam pointed out.

"Okay, we're too old to be doing this." Eric corrected "Why would Randy be driving out here to begin with?"

"Beats me." Adam answered

"And that begs another question... where's Jeff?" Eric demanded

"You don't think..."

"Fuck this! You follow them, I gotta find Jeff." Eric pulled his phone out and for the first time, noticed the message light.

"You have one new message..." Eric waited for it. All he could hear was a lot of chatter, sounding like a bar or something. Then one word... "Help!"

"You okay?" Adam noticed Eric suddenly go white.

"What the hell are you waiting for? A written invitation! Go!"

Adam ran off one way, Eric the other.

"God, please don't let anything happen to my Jeff." Eric looked around for the nearest police station, car, or just somebody who could help him find out what had happened. Not seeing anything like that, Eric panicked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He ran up one street and down another, not trying to get anywhere in particular, but hoping for a solution.

"Dammit! You'd think in a town this size, a cop wouldn't be hard to find!" Eric swore

When his phone rang, he jumped. "Hello?"

It was Jericho. "Eric, we've been trying to reach you."

"What happened?"

"Are you sitting down...?"

"Chris, just tell me what's wrong?"

"It's Jeff. He's been stabbed. Where are you?"

Like he'd been hit with Triple H's sledgehammer, Eric collapsed.

"Eric, you still there?"

"Where is he?"

"I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" Chris demanded

"Just outside Fenway Park."

"Don't go anywhere. I will be there in five minutes." Chris ordered

Eric leaned against a wall, wishing that this was all just a dream. He punched, kicked, pinched, and slapped himself, trying to make himself wake up, but only succeeded in feeling more helpless with each blow. Eventually, he put his head down and let the tears start to flow.

Unknown to that drama, Adam was sprinting as fast as he could after the getaway car. He was able to keep up, barely, thanks to the stop-and-go traffic. Finally, the car pulled into an almost empty parking garage.

"How do I get past the chumpstain at the booth?" He thought. The well-being of his former partner in Rated RKO depended on how fast he could come up with a solution. "C'mon, Adam think!" Suddenly, his eyes lit and he took off down the street.

It wasn't hard for Chris to find Eric. How many normal people are curled up against a building in the middle of the day? In this case one.

"Heya, man..." Usually that worked, but this time Chris had no idea what to say next.

Eric's tear-streaked face looked up, the rage behind it barely concealed.

"I really have no idea what's going on with you and Jeff and Randy and Adam, and I don't want to get involved, but just sitting here won't do much, dontcha think?"

Eric shrugged. Chris was right, but should he explain the situation? Right now, Eric felt like a scared little boy who wanted his teddy bear. Completely opposite from his on-screen character, but so what?

"C'mon, man. I'm gonna take you to Jeff. He ain't doin' so good, but who knows?" Chris helped Eric to his feet and walked him to a nearby car.

"I loved the way you shanked that freak." Steele laughed

"Yeah, me too."

When they realized that Randy was serious about biting anything they were gonna stick in his mouth, all thoughts of fun went out the window.

"So what are we gonna do with him, then?" Ace asked

They had parked their stolen car at the top of a parking garage while they pondered their next move.

"Obviously, we can't let him leave..."

"Well, duh!"

"Well, what's your idea, then... or do I have to do all the work as usual?"

"As usual, my ass!" Steele yelled, lightly punching Ace on the shoulder.

"Fuck you... if it weren't for the rest of us, you'd be back on the streets, hustling your sorry ass for coke!" Ace punched back.

"You're the dope head, not me!"

"Go screw!"

Still in the car, Randy watched the two of them go at it, hoping he could find a way out without being discovered. He'd been bound and gagged soon after arriving on the roof and was now lying across the back seat. There was little give in the ropes they'd used to tie him up, but by moving his wrists quickly, he was able to slacken them enough to get some flow back into his hands.

A noise outside the car startled him. Looking up, fearful that it was either of his kidnappers, his eyes widened when he saw who it was.

"Adam!" He shouted around the gag in his mouth.

Adam placed a finger to his lips and motioned for him to wait. He quietly opened the door and got to work cutting the bonds that held Randy.

"Maybe I should toss you off the roof!" Ace shouted

"Like you could... what the fuck?" Ace ran over to the car, Steele close behind when he'd seen what was going on.

Adam had just finished cutting the ropes that bound Randy's hands when he was grabbed by Ace and thrown to the concrete.

"Lookie here, we got ourselves a party-pooper!" Ace stood over Adam, evil radiating from him. "I guess we'll get ourselves some after all."

Adam had a good idea what 'some' meant, and he wasn't about to become just another victim. He kipped up and faced Ace.

"Lookit. Boy's got a set after all. Here I thought all Rasslers were pansies." Ace laughed "Keep an eye on our toy. Once I'm done with pretty-boy here, we'll take care of our problem."

"Got it."

Ace tossed his leather jacket on the trunk of the car, Adam shed his coat also and they faced off.

Ace swung first, rather clumsily, and Adam quickly dodged it. His punch was a little more accurate. Ace took a step back and looked angrily at the blond. "Nice... too bad it's the only shot you're gonna land." He charged.

Chris drove as fast as he could to get to where Jeff had been taken. The only thing keeping him alive was the quick-thinking of the waitress who'd alerted the paramedics as well as the doctor having his lunch in an adjacent booth.

"Drive!" Eric yelled when Chris had to stop for a red light.

"Eric, relax. It'll do no good if we get in an accident."

Eric could've cared less. He leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes.

"Just chill. We'll be there in five minutes, ten at max." Chris patted Eric's shoulder for reassurance. "Take a deep breath."

Eric breathed slowly, trying to slow his racing heartbeat. Despite Chris' best efforts, he felt totally alone in the world. "God, please..............." he thought "don't take my Jeffro from me."

To Be Continued

Coming up... more bloodshed, violence, and angst! Sorry for the delay, but I had a hard time figuring out where I wanted to go with this chapter... hope you like!