Shawn was absolutely furious. When the others left, he had sat down on the couch, crossing his arms angrily. He couldn't believe Mark had told Adam and Matt about Randy. He knew, of course, that they were good friends with Adam…but they were friends with Jeff too, and the Enigma had begged them not to tell. Besides, it wasn't like Adam and Jeff were together anymore. Now, if Jeff had still been with Adam, if Jeff had been leading Adam along and still cheating, then Shawn could understand a bit more why Mark would tell. But damn it Jeff had done the right thing! He broke up with Adam…what the hell was the point in telling Adam and Matt about Randy?
Shaking his head, his long, brown hair falling into his face a bit, Shawn couldn't help but want to strangle his lover. He knew Mark hated Randy, but that didn't mean that he could stop Jeff from being with him. But that was typical Mark. He, like Matt, always wanted to run Jeff's life for him. They always tried to push him into the direction they thought was best—not the direction that Jeff wanted. If they kept this up, Shawn thought with a sigh, it was eventually going to backfire. Jeff was no pushover; eventually he was going to start getting angry with Matt and Mark for trying to control him. Shawn had refused to go with them to confront Randy not only because he thought it was wrong, but because he knew Jeff was going to react very, very badly.
Shawn jumped slightly as there was a sudden, harsh pounding on the door. The loud noise had scared him a bit. Feeling a little foolish, he stood up and walked over to the door. No doubt it was probably Hunter or Mark…
"What is it?" Shawn sighed, pulling the door open.
But it wasn't Hunter or Mark.
Letting out a yelp of surprise, Shawn was roughly shoved backwards by two very large and very strong hands. He landed on his back hard, yelping again as the floor was slammed against him. Feeling disoriented from the fall, Shawn winced, his blue eyes traveling upward. Two very large, tan men stepped into the room, the second one shutting the door—and locking it—behind him. The first man reached down, his thick hand curling around Shawn's throat, and he lifted the Showstopper into the air effortlessly.
Gagging a bit, Shawn found himself face to face with Dave Batista.
"D-Dave?" Shawn choked, his blue eyes widening in surprise.
"The one and only." Dave grinned darkly, tightening the grip he had on Shawn's neck, chuckling slightly as the smaller man coughed more, desperate for air.
Letting out a grunt of effort, Dave lifted Shawn even higher before slamming him onto the coffee table, smirking in satisfaction as Shawn's small body went straight through the wood. Screaming in pain, Shawn writhed around on the ground, feeling the splinters of the wooden table dig into his back. His pale eyes tearing up, Shawn looked up and suddenly realized he knew the other man as well. It was Chris Masters.
"Let me get a turn with him Dave!" Masters giggled, and it was then that he stepped past Batista and pulled Shawn up off the ground. Gripping him by the front and back of his shorts, Chris whirled Shawn around before throwing him into the wall, cackling madly as the Heartbreak Kid let a huge dent in the cheap hotel plaster. Groaning in pain, Shawn slid to the ground, the pain in his back even more intense.
"Not done with you yet." Chris huffed, drawing back his fist. Launching himself forward, he punched Shawn in the jaw, knocking him straight to the ground. "Oh…" Masters grinned, "He's bleeding!" And it was true; Shawn could feel the red liquid sliding down his chin as he watched a few dark red droplets hit the carpet.
"What…" Shawn gasped, his eyes tearing even more as he looked up, "Why are you doing this—"
Dave stepped forward and slammed his fist into Shawn's face, the downed man screaming in pain as he was knocked back to the floor. Shawn's eye immediately began to purple and swell, and within seconds his eye and cheek had swollen to nearly twice their normal size.
"Good one Dave!" Chris yapped, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Moaning in pain, Shawn looked up at Masters, barely able to make him out because his one eye was nearly swollen shut. There was something very off about Chris…his eyes were wide and very pink, and his nostrils were red and irritated looking. Not to mention he seemed to be twitching and bouncing, like he was full of energy. If Shawn didn't know any better, he'd say that Masters seemed to be on something…
Dave drew his leg back and kicked out, his foot connecting with Shawn's ribs. Wailing in pain, Shawn rolled onto his side, clutching his abdomen. Something had cracked when Dave kicked him… But they weren't done yet. Masters stepped forward and kicked his own leg out. Shawn let out the loudest scream yet as Chris's heel connected with his collar one, a loud snap sounding through the air as Shawn's clavicle was broken.
"Please…" Shawn sobbed, the stabbing pain in his collar bone practically mind-numbing, "Please…don't do this…"
"Oh…" Chris looked down at Shawn, a predatory gleam in his eyes, "He's so pretty when he begs…"
Masters reached down, stroking a single finger across Shawn's bare chest. Batista struck out suddenly, shoving Masters so hard he almost fell to the ground.
"Back the fuck off!" Dave snarled at Chris, "We don't have time for that shit."
"But—" Chris began.
"No!" Batista growled, "We've got to hurry and finish this."
"Fine." Masters rolled his brown eyes, finally looking back down at Shawn, "Let's do this."
They did not go easy on him. Picking up Shawn, Batista slammed him into the wall again, laughing as Shawn cried out. Masters took his turn then, lashing out and punching Shawn twice in the stomach before shoving the man to the ground. Shawn was bleeding from his face, his ribs, and from his broken clavicle at that point—neither Batista nor Chris had had seemed to notice that a piece of the bone was jutting out, blood seeping from the wound. Batista then took Shawn's left arm in his hands, and he twisted and there was a loud, disgusting cracking sound as Shawn's wrist was broken.
He screamed so loud, it was a wonder that no one came to his rescue.
"Why…" Shawn barely had the strength to cry anymore, "Why are you…doing this…to me?"
He was laying on his back, both eyes almost swollen shut. His face was so bruised and so puffy that he was barely recognizable. By now his dark blood had stained the carpet all over, with the biggest flow coming from his broken clavicle: the bone was sticking out, and the injury was oozing a steady stream of vermillion liquid.
"Adam." Batista growled, looking down at Shawn, "You see, your little friend got involved with people he shouldn't have. And now his friends are paying the price."
Shawn tried to say something, but all he managed was a bloody gurgle.
"I tried to warn him." Dave sneered, "I choked him, tried to teach that bitch a lesson. But he wouldn't listen…"
"Stupid bitch!" Masters snorted.
"Shut up." Batista hissed at his partner before turning back to Shawn, "This is all Adam's fault, Shawn. And when you wake up, I want you to tell him that. Wish I could be there to see the look on his face when he realizes that you're hurt because of him…"
"Wake…up?" Shawn whispered, feeling like his lips were made of lead; it was so hard to talk.
"You didn't think we were done, did you?" Batista grinned darkly before drawing his fist back.
The last thought Shawn had before Dave punched him was that he wished he hadn't gotten so angry at Mark. And then he saw nothing but blackness.
"You know, maybe I wouldn't have slept with Jeff," Randy turned suddenly, giving an accusing, blue eyed stare at Adam, "If he hadn't come crying to my door and telling me his boyfriend was sleeping with Dave Batista!"
Silence followed Randy's admission.
It was at the precise moment that the door to Randy's room opened, and Jeff Hardy stepped in. His red hair looked a little damp—he'd probably showered not too long before the group arrived—and in his hands was a small, red baggie. Regular skittles; Jeff already had the bag open and was plucking a few of the fruity candies into his mouth. He had been smiling gleefully as he was walking in, but his smile was quickly replaced with a look of confusion as he noticed all the men standing in the room.
Cena looked a little bit embarrassed, and Hunter had a wide eyed look he was watching a ticking time bomb. Mark looked like a strange combination of confusion and anger…like he couldn't decide if he wanted to punch someone or not. Matty looked like he was in physical pain: his eyes were dim with sadness, and he looked like he might vomit. Randy also looked strange, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. And Adam…Adam looked like he'd just gotten in big, big trouble.
"Matty?" Jeff raised an eyebrow, looking around, "What're you guys—"
"Jeff," Adam's voice was very quiet, "Why didn't you tell me you knew about Dave?"
"So it's true?" Matt stepped forward, biting his bottom lip, "You really…Dave…what Randy said is true?"
Adam didn't say anything. He merely stared at the floor and nodded.
"You told them?" Jeff's green eyes widened as he looked at Randy. Like Adam, Randy didn't say anything, he simply nodded an affirmative.
"This whole time…" Matt was staring at Adam, his eyes vacant, "This whole time I defended you…and you…you lied to me!"
"I didn't…" Adam stammered, his eyes pleading, "It n-never…came up…"
"You lied to me!" Matt yelled, "I turned against my own brother and this whole time you were…you were cheating on him!
Adam remained silent, his eyes watering slightly as he went back to staring at the floor.
"I can't believe this…" Matty growled, "I trusted you over Jeff! And this whole time…we both called Jeff a slut when this whole time you were sleeping around too! I…I comforted you!"
"We came here to teach Randy a lesson…" Mark said slowly, his dark eyes narrowing, "And you were going to let us. You were going to let us hurt him even though you were the one who had really hurt Jeff."
"I…I'm sorry…" Adam stuttered, not really sure what else to say. Oh god, everyone was turning against him…
"I walked in on you and Dave having sex." Jeff said softly, twirling a strand of his red hair with his fingers, "And I was so mad… I came to Randy and I told him what happened. That was the first night I stayed with him. The next night is when we got into that fight, and I came back here. And last night I stayed here too."
"W-why didn't you tell me?" Adam questioned, blinking away a few tears as he looked at Jeff.
"I didn't…" Jeff swallowed thickly, "I didn't really know what I wanted to do."
"I…" Adam sighed deeply, "I'm sorry. For everything."
"It's a little late for sorry." Jeff said with a grim smile.
"I…I know." Adam bit his bottom lip, "I…what I did was…I'm sorry."
"You already said that." Jeff said softly.
"I know." Adam frowned sadly, "It just…it seemed like one time wasn't enough."
"I cannot fucking believe this." Matt snarled, curling his fingers into fists, "Fuck…Jeff, I am so sorry. I didn't know about Dave, if I had—" Matt glared at Adam, "—then I would've never said the things I did. I'm sorry."
"Aw hell." Mark groaned, "I'm sorry too Jeff. I'm a fucking idiot…"
"It's ok." Jeff said, even though his voice made it clear that it wasn't.
"Shit," Mark turned toward Randy, scowling, "I guess I should say sorry to you too. I still don't like you though."
"Right." Randy rolled his eyes.
"I ain't saying sorry to you." Matt growled, shooting Randy a dirty look, "You're still fucking my brother."
"You're damn right I am." Orton smirked handsomely.
"Fucking prick!" Matt made like he was going to lunge after him, but Jeff stepped between the two.
"Please," Jeff looked up cutely at his brother, "Can't we drop this for now?"
"Fine. Dave Batista…" Matt grumbled, "Fucking hell…can't believe this…"
It was then that there was a furious knocking on Randy's door. All heads turned toward the sound, but no one made a move for the door. Randy finally pulled away from Cena, deciding that—since he was the owner of the room—it was his duty to see who wanted to visit so badly. Pulling the door open, Randy started grumbling about dumb people who couldn't wait till a decent hour to visit. He was shocked, however, once he saw who was at the door.
It was Stephanie McMahon, dressed in a low-cut white top with black pants. Normally, Stephanie was extremely well put-together. She called it looking professional, but most other people would call it being a perfectionist. That's why—as she stood before Randy, biting her bottom lip, and her black mascara running a little—Randy could tell something was very, very wrong.
"Stephanie?" Randy raised an eyebrow questioningly, "What's wrong?"
"Are Hunter and Mark here?" Stephanie asked, speaking so quickly she was barely understandable.
"Yeah," Randy jerked a thumb over his shoulder, "They're right over—"
She didn't even let him finish before pushing past him, practically jogging into Hunter's waiting arms. Letting out a little whine of pain, she wrapped her arms around her husband, pulling the blonde into a tight embrace.
"Ok," Cena shrugged, "That has got to be a little awkward…"
Matt and Randy both shot him equal looks of disdain, even though what he said was true. Hunter was having gay sex with Shawn and Mark…and here was his innocent little wife, suddenly thrust in the middle of it. Yeah, definitely awkward.
"Stephanie, baby, what's wrong?" Hunter pulled away, extremely worried. His wife was a strong women; if she was upset…something terrible must've happened.
She didn't answer. The brunette's face scrunched up, and to everyone's dismay, her eyes started watering.
"Stephanie…" Hunter looked down at her, a sick feeling in his stomach, "Babe, you're scaring me."
It's…it's Shawn…" Stephanie managed to say, her reddening eyes watering even more.
"Shawn?" Mark stepped forward, placing a hand on Stephanie's shoulder, turning the petite woman toward him, "Steph…what happened to Shawn?"
"He…" Stephanie seemed to struggle for words, "He…someone hurt him. Bad…really bad…oh god, he's in the hospital Mark!"
She started crying harder at that, and to everyone's surprise, Mark pulled her into a tight hug…a hug that was far too close for friends. Mark's hands were far lower than anyone except Hunter would've put them…
"We have to go!" Hunter said quickly, stepping close to Mark and Stephanie, "Where is he?"
"The local hospital," Stephanie sniffed, "It's not far…only fifteen minutes or so."
"Shawn…" Mark looked very pale, "He's…he's going to be ok, right?"
"I don't know!" Stephanie cried, "Oh my god…Mark, he was hurt so bad! He was covered in blood and his arm was bent wrong and he had bone sticking out of him…!" Stephanie looked like she was about to collapse, she was crying so hard.
"We need to go." Hunter scowled, quickly walking over to the door. Mark put his arm around Stephanie and they both followed after Hunter.
"Wait!" It was Cena, hurrying after them, "Shawn's my friend! I'd like to come and help—"
"Me too!" Jeff said, looking very pale himself.
"You guys should come too." Hunter said, looking at Adam and Matt. Neither one answered, they both merely followed after the group.
"I think it'd be best if I stayed here." Randy said to Jeff. The Enigma nodded and pulled Randy into a hug, holding onto him tightly before scurrying after the rest of the group.
They could only pray that Shawn was going to be alright.