AN: Yeah, second chapter! You guys are all amazing, and I thank you SO much for the reviews. Also, I'm going to dedicate this fic to the wonderful NeroAnne, because she's so greatly obsessed with this series. Um, I don't know if this is just a trilogy (the prequel to The Darkness That Consumes, which is titled Life Debt, will be out soon, and is probably going to be a one-shot), or more. It'll depend on where this one ends and if I can think of anything else. Um… So that's all I can think of. Without any further ado…
Disclaimer: I do not own World Wrestling Entertainment or any of the wrestlers mentioned herein. The wrestlers portrayed in this act of fiction are property and copyright of the WWE and their respective owners.
TheDarknessThatDivides
John Morrison led Shad and JTG out to the backyard of the large house. The backyard was almost the size of a football field, full of plush green grass. John frowned and leaned into the house, flipping a few switches. A few lights on the house lit up, illuminating the backyard in the dark. There were various dummies littering the ground, though most of them were actually still held up on the poles they were supposed to be on. A few on the ground were missing heads, but Shad and JTG hoped that the headless dummies meant that the group knew how to take their anger out on inanimate objects rather than people. John stood amongst the dummies, a grin on his features. The light seemed to linger on John, illuminating his bare abdomen, and his entire body, save for his lower half, encased in the black pants.
"Now, I'm not going to degrade you by making you take on dummies," he said, grinning. "For now, you're both going to attack me, one at a time. Before we decide if you're safe as a team, we need to decide if you're good enough alone. JTG, you're first."
With that, JTG took off his jacket, passing it and the necklaces around his neck to Shad. John said nothing, for the time being, and simply watched, his brown eyes taking in JTG's form. Once he had removed his personal belongings, Shad put them on the back porch, and JTG raced for John. John analyzed him as he moved, noticing how fast JTG was, seeing the way his style was. He was definitely a street fighter… He snuck cheap shots, causing distractions, and feinting quite a bit. However, he knew his size, and he could figure out easily how to slip past John.
To his credit, John managed to dodge most of the attacks, or at least push them back. Then again, John was only trying to dodge them. He had a feeling that if this was a real fight, he would have annihilated JTG rather quickly. Training was a part of the process, after all. JTG launched his fist out in a punch, and John grabbed it, looping his other arm around JTG's forearm, yanking the black man down, throwing him on his back on the ground, letting go so that he didn't fall as well. Once he was on the ground, John put his foot on JTG's chest.
"Relax, man," John said. "You're good." When JTG grinned up at him, John removed his foot from the man's chest, offering him a hand and lifting him onto his feet. JTG grinned at Shad and walked over, sitting with his stuff. Shad started to remove the red shirt on his body, but John launched himself at the taller man, causing Shad to catch the smaller man, lifting him over his head and throwing him backwards. John landed on his feet, waiting until Shad turned around before he simply jumped, twisting his body in the air so that his feet were pushing out towards Shad. Shad, however, grabbed John's feet, catching the limber man. John's eyes narrowed slightly, and he brought his body up, getting face-to-abs with Shad. He brought his hand down, punching the top of Shad's head until the taller man stumbled back slightly. With that, John wrapped his legs around Shad's neck, using all the strength in his body to throw Shad onto the ground. Shad landed hard, and John jumped up, pushing his hair out of his face. He was poised to strike, and Shad looked like he was getting angry. He ran at John, who simply ducked out of the way, before Shad ran back again.
John had to admit, Shad was a powerful opponent. One would think that his size would make him awkward and slow, but Shad was fast and used to his size. Thanks to that, he used it to his advantage, plucking John out of the air more than once. John stopped him, watching the both of them for a minute before he grinned.
"Well, the two of you pass the one-on-one test. Now for the partner test," John said. Shad stopped, holding up a hand.
"Hold up, man. Two on one? That ain't fair." John raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Alright, hang on."
With that said, he moved to the door, walking inside. Shad and JTG looked at one another, Shad taking the opportunity to actually remove the shirt he had been about to remove when John attacked him. A minute later, John came back out, this time accompanied by the military-looking guy and the one who had been wearing the fedora. They noticed that he had taken it off, leaving his hair in a sort of faux-hawk thing.
"This is my partner, Miz, and his boyfriend, John Cena. Just keep in mind… you two wanted this," John Morrison said, grinning. Shad and JTG looked at each other before bracing themselves. Without warning, the two bodies flew at them, immediately launching punches and kicks. John went after Shad, and Miz had gone for JTG, but the two kept randomly switching, obviously throwing the two black men off with their different fighting styles coming at such a quick pace.
The back and forth continued, both Shad and JTG quickly getting used to the sudden change in fighting styles. For each change Miz and Morrison made, Cryme Tyme would adjust accordingly. John watched the four of them, his blue eyes assessing any damage dealt, more to Miz than anyone else, but he found that it was easier than he thought it would be. Miz was quick, agile, and pushed through any pain he may have felt a lot faster than John or Cryme Tyme expected.
"Alright, stop."
Morrison's voice cut through the fight, and Miz immediately stopped, dodging a fly-away swing from JTG. John watched as Miz grinned at them, and Morrison smiled.
"Alright. You passed me. But, you gotta go through Jeff to get the ultimate approval," he said. JTG paused a minute and looked at Shad.
"Yo, what happens if we don't pass? I mean… y'all can't let us know where ya live, right?" Shad asked. Miz and Morrison looked at each other and then smiled at the duo.
"If you don't pass? We let you leave," Miz said. Shad and JTG looked at him incredulously for a moment, until Miz continued.
"Then we track you down and kill you as an example. Now c'mon. You two have some questions to answer." With that said, rather calmly, Miz made his way inside. John laughed, following his lover into the house. Morrison looked at them.
"Miz is really impatient… I wouldn't leave him waiting, if I were you."
Shad and JTG wondered what they had gotten themselves into as they moved after Miz.
TheDarknessThatDivides
The room that Miz and John led Cryme Tyme too was just a normal dining room. It wasn't too big, but big enough for a small table with four chairs to be set up. A tall pitcher sat in the middle, filled with ice and water, as well as four glasses, all put in front of the chairs, surrounding the pitcher. There were a few pictures on the wall, although they were all of various scenic places, such as mountains, oceans, and forests. The overall feeling of the room was that it was a pretty peaceful place, though both Shad and JTG were wondering what they were in there for.
"Go ahead and fix some water," Miz said, sitting down in a chair. John sat in the chair next to him, immediately making his placement at the table seem like it was the head of the table, just by the power the man had. Shad and JTG sat down, the former pouring himself a glass of water. John did as well, though he passed it to Miz, who grinned, but took it.
"Alright, so you're probably wondering what this is all about. We're going to ask you a series of questions, just to determine what it is you're here for. I know you said that you two were here to join, but we've got to make sure. It's a security measure," Miz explained, his blue eyes watching them. JTG nodded, and Miz leaned back, smiling at John. John swallowed the water he had just taken a drink of, and put the glass down, resting his elbows on the table.
"Shad and JTG…" He said, his voice thoughtful.
"Call me J," JTG said. John blinked, but smiled, flashing his dimples at the smaller man.
"Sure, J," he replied. "Alright, so remind me why you two wanna be here?"
The questions continued for about a half hour, John asking them questions, and either of them answering them. It seemed as though everything was going well, but Miz was just a spectator in this thing. Not only that, but he was there as a security measure. If one of them decided they didn't like John and attacked, Miz was going to be there to shove that dislike so far down their throats, they'd be shitting hatred for a year. Miz wasn't that possessive, but damn it. No one was going to mess with John and get away with it.
Finally, John smiled at J and Shad.
"Okay. I'm done," he said. Miz stood up, looking at the two.
"Stay here. John and I will be back in just a minute," he said. He walked to the door, John following him, and Michelle walked in, watching the two of them.
A knock sounded at the door, causing Jeff and Hunter to both lift their heads.
"Come in!" Jeff chirped, smile evident in his voice. Miz opened the door and walked in, John right behind him.
The Undertaker's office had been left exactly the same as it was before Mark left. He had left all of it there and said he was going to spend some time in Texas. No one knew why, but everyone had their own theories about it. The new leader of the gang was sitting in his husband's lap, a grin on his face.
"John, Mikey! How'd it all go?" he asked.
"Not too bad, Jeff," Miz replied, dropping into a chair. "John passed them in the physical tests. They're quick learners, but they're going to have to go through a few drills before they're ready to take on some of the missions," he said. Jeff nodded and looked at John.
"And the interrogation?" he asked. John let a soft wince cross his face.
"I don't know if I would call it an interrogation, Jeff," John said. Hunter chuckled softly,
"Fine. The questioning then," Jeff amended, a grin on his face. Miz watched as Hunter linked their hands, their identical silver and gold bands touching one another.
"It went fine. I don't think they're going to betray you at all. They've got a weird sort of honor that's usual for people who bond on the streets. You've got some good guys gunnin' to help you, Jeff."
Jeff looked at Miz, who nodded, and then at Hunter.
"I'm excited, Hunter," he muttered. Hunter grinned, pulling Jeff in for a kiss. John and Miz grinned at one another, and Jeff pulled back, snorting as he closed the book he was looking at.
"Not that kind of excited, you dipshit," he stated, jumping out of Hunter's lap. Miz laughed, but stood, taking John's hand and making his way out of the office, Jeff and Hunter behind him. The four of them moved to the dining room. Hunter and John stood by the door, almost like bodyguards, while Miz leaned on John. Jeff, on the other hand, bounced right into the room, a grin on his face.
"Shad Gaspard, JTG. Welcome to the gang."
TheDarknessThatDivides
The man looked at the dark haired woman in front of him. She had black hair, though different sections had been bleached so brightly they looked white. She wore a special kind of eye make up, and kohl outlining her eyes, giving them an almost sinister edge. However, he didn't give a damn about her makeup, her hair, or even the outfit she wore, though he had to admit that the tight black pants did accentuate her ass nicely.
"Are you almost done?" he hissed. The Scarlet Witch looked up, her green eyes flaring in frustration.
"This takes time, you idiot," she hissed, her English accent thick. "It's a complicated spell. If you want it done right, then shut up and let me work."
With that sharp demand, she bent back over the book, stirring the small bowl as it demanded. After a few more minutes, the man pacing and growling in discontent, she stood.
"Now I just say the spell, and it should begin to work," she said. He looked at her.
"Then get to it."
She ignored him, taking a breath before she put her hand over the small bowl of ingredients she had been stirring. She began to speak, her voice growing in volume as she got through the rhyming spell. The man had an almost sinister smirk on his face.
Soon, you will be mine.
TBC…
AN: There's the next chapter. Lots of unanswered questions thanks to that ending, but you will find out in due time, I promise. And yes, the woman at the end is supposed to be Katie Lea Burchill. And now! In traditional Darkness… tradition…
NeroAnne: I'm so glad you like it. I needed to keep with the overall theme of how people joined the gang, so I threw that in for Shad and JTG. Not only that, I love their thieving antics, though they've stopped that… Damn, I miss Attitude Era. Thanks for the review, and here's your second chapter, my darling.
Esha Napoleon: Thanks.
Kiharu_Aroukii: Better than the first one?! Awww, thanks. Actually, I was re-reading the first one the other day, and I think my insecurity showed, 'cause the first chapter or two… kinda sucked.
CodyRhodesFan: Glad you liked the title. I had to keep it similar. I try to make the settings easy to picture… I usually have a set setting in my head whenever I start writing that kind of stuff, so I like it when I find out I did a good enough job that my readers can see it themselves. It may be foreshadowing… it may not. And no, Shad and JTG weren't in a gang before this. You're such a sweetheart.
AN: So, there's chapter two. Chapter three, the real drama begins…
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