As Jeff's mind pulled itself out of the blackness, he instantly became aware of the pounding pain in the back of his head. Letting out a small groan of agony, Jeff lifted his hand and weakly grazed his fingers against the back of his skull, wincing as he drew his hand back and saw dark, dried blood on his fingertips. His green eyes peering through the dim light of wherever it was he was, he realized he was lying on his back in only a pair of dark jeans. The wooden floor was cold and harsh against his bare back, but he sat up very, very slowly, the pain in his head intensifying as he raised his body into a sitting position.
Moaning in pain, Jeff clenched his eyes shut, tears sliding down his cheeks. His entire body felt like lead, but it was the pounding, stabbing pain in the back of his head that was unbearable. Biting his bottom lip, Jeff willed himself to not vomit as his stomach churned from the pain. His emerald eyes blinking open, he took a moment to look around and take in his surroundings. He seemed to be in some sort of a small cottage or shack: the walls and floor were both made of wood. Whatever the place was, it didn't seem like anyone lived there. The walls and floor were bare, and there was only a single chair and a small coffee table in the far corner. With a jolt, Jeff realized there was someone sitting in the old, rusty looking metal chair.
There was only a single lamp in the entire shack, and it was sitting on top of the coffee table that was on the opposite end of the room. It offered a dim light, casting dark shadows throughout the room. It was then that Jeff realized there were no windows in the cottage…
The man sitting in the chair didn't seem to notice that Jeff was awake. In fact, he seemed to be concentrating very hard on whatever it was that was on top of the coffee table. He was facing the opposite direction of Jeff, offering no clue to his identity except for his broad back. Whoever it was was very large: his back alone was much wider then Jeff. The man was hunched over, practically bent in half, as his hands busily worked on whatever was on the table. There was a metallic, chopping sound suddenly, almost like the man was cutting something rapidly. He continued chopping for what seemed like several minutes, and then he set down a rectangular-looking blade.
Jeff clamped his hand to his mouth to stop himself from crying out when the man leaned forward and pressed his face ridiculously close to the table, snorting loudly. He did this two more times before sitting up, rubbing his nose and sniffling slightly. To Jeff's horror, the man turned around, staring Jeff straight in the eye.
Chris Masters.
Fuck.
Jeff tried to scamper to his feet, but Masters stood up quickly and strode over to him, his eyes wide and reddened. As he grew nearer Jeff could see that his nostrils were red as well, not doubt irritated due to the coke Masters had been snorting.
"Finally awake, sleeping beauty?" Masters spat with a cruel grin.
"Please…" Jeff's voice was still slow from the earlier attack, "Please…dun do…this…"
Masters laughed at that, a high-pitched cackling that made Jeff visibly cringe. He kneeled down then, smirking as he looked down at the younger Hardy.
"You know what Jeff?" Masters was speaking rapidly, his voice taking on an excited tone, "You're very pretty…"
Jeff yelped as Masters roughly pushed him in the chest, instantly knocking the younger man back to the wooden ground. Letting out a wail of protest, Jeff could feel himself beginning to panic as he suddenly felt Chris's hard body climbing on top of him. The large man grunted as his thick thighs tried to pry Jeff's legs apart, and he reached up, slapping Jeff across the face as the smaller man struggled against him. The Enigma squeaked in pain when Masters's hand connected with his cheek, but he continued to thrash, his legs kicking out wildly.
Unfortunately, by kicking out he had left himself open. Jeff screamed in rage and disgust as Chris suddenly pressed his groin between Jeff's legs, and he could feel Chris's hard on pushing up against him. Jeff had never had anyone force themselves on him like this, and the anger, shame, and hatred he felt at Chris's vulgar intrusion upon his body was enough to make Jeff want to slash his throat.
"Get…offa…me!" Jeff snarled as he swung out at Masters, catching him across the jaw.
Chris let out a yelp of pain and let go of Jeff, toppling backwards as he clutched his chin. Jeff immediately seized the opportunity to roll onto his stomach. His legs didn't seem to want to work properly, so he started crawling pitifully toward the door on the far end of the shack, his nails practically digging into the wood as he dragged himself away from Chris.
Masters reacted quickly. He seized Jeff by the ankles and pulled him back, grinning evilly as Jeff cried out in frustration and fear. He climbed on top of Jeff, grabbing the smaller man by the wrists and pinning him against the floor. Jeff struggled valiantly, but now that he was on his stomach, he found it was much more difficult to fight off Chris's advances. He wriggled back and forth, but Masters merely laughed and rubbed his hips into Jeff's ass, the hardness in his pants grinding against Jeff's soft bottom. Jeff screamed, tears slipping out of his green eyes as Chris moved his hips back and forth, his rock hard dick rubbing against Jeff in a disgusting way.
"What the fuck?"
Both Chris and Jeff immediately froze at the sound of the third, unknown voice. They made a strange sight: Jeff on his stomach with Masters pinning his hands to the floor and laying on top of him. The voice had come from the doorway, and Jeff and Chris both turned their heads to see who it was. He wasn't identifiable at first; the dim light in the wooden cottage made sure of that. But he was a great, hulking man that had the build of a refrigerator. As he stepped out of the shadows and into the thin light that permeated the room, Chris jumped off of Jeff, scrambling to his feet.
"Dave!" Chris sputtered, "I…you're early—"
"I told you not to fucking touch him until we had Adam!" Dave snarled, taking a menacing step toward Chris.
"I…I was just having some fun with him!" Chris grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.
"You listen to me you little shit," Dave pushed Chris in the chest, nearly knocking the man to the ground, "You do as I fucking tell you, understand? I told you not to touch him until we had Adam—so you keep your god damn hands off of him until Adam is here, you dumb fuck!"
"Sorry…sorry." Masters muttered as he stumbled to the other side of the room, his tan, muscular body plopping back down onto the metal chair.
"And don't you go snorting any more of that." Dave growled, clenching his hands into fists as his brown eyes glared at Masters, "I need you thinking clearly when Adam gets here."
"Yeah, yeah I got you." Masters shrugged, pouting slightly.
Batista turned to Jeff then, his dark eyes narrowing viciously as he stared down at the redhead on the floor.
"Dave…wha—" Jeff began, his words slurring as the pounding in his head continued.
"Save it, Hardy." Dave scoffed, "I'm sure by now you've figured out why you're here."
"Please…" Jeff mumbled, the sheer terror he was feeling enough to make his eyes tear up, "Dun…dun do this…"
"Shut up." Dave spat, pulling back his thick leg and kicking Jeff in the stomach. Jeff cried out at that, rolling over on his side and clutching his abdomen in anguish.
"Now," Dave reached into his pocket, pulling out a black cell phone that Jeff suddenly realized was his, "You and I are going to sit here and wait."
"What do you mean Jeff was never here?"
Randy, Matt, and Adam were standing in front of Shawn's bed, all three of them wearing matching looks of confusion. The car ride to the hospital had been awkward and mostly done in silence. What few words were spoken were exchanged between Matt and Adam, with Randy refusing to participate in any sort of conversation. They'd immediately gone up to Shawn's room where—unsurprisingly—Mark, Hunter, and Stephanie McMahon were already stationed. What was surprising, however, was that John Cena was also there. Then again, he and Shawn had always gotten along very well…
Mark had looked ready to explode as soon as Randy walked into the room, but Hunter managed to diffuse the situation by physically putting himself between the two. Shawn's face had immediately brightened upon seeing more of his friends, but when Matt asked where Jeff was Shawn had responded by saying the younger Hardy hadn't visited today.
"What do you mean Jeff was never here?" Matt repeated, worry already beginning to etch itself into his expression.
Hunter and Shawn exchanged looks while Stephanie responded crisply, "Jeff hasn't been by today. We haven't seen him."
"Are you sure?" Randy asked, his blue eyes narrowing as he looked back and forth between Mark, Shawn, Hunter, and Stephanie.
"I've been here all morning, Randy." John said with a shrug, "And I haven't seen Jeff either."
"But…" Randy frowned deeply, "He left to come here almost an hour and a half ago."
"Are you sure he was coming here?" Adam asked politely, turning his blonde head toward Randy.
"Of course I am." The Legend Killer snapped, "He said he was going to visit Shawn—"
"You let him leave alone?" Mark growled, scowling as he glared at Randy, "After what happened to Shawn how can you possibly—"
"I let him leave because he said he'd be with you and Hunter!" Randy spat back, not liking the tone Mark was taking with him, "I thought the two of you would be able to keep an eye on him—"
"It's kind of hard to do that when he never showed up!" Mark hissed back, his dark eyes flashing, "You shouldn't have let him come—"
"I'm not like you and Matt!" Randy snarled angrily, clenching his hands into fists, "I'm not going to try to control him all the time—"
"Guys!" Shawn spoke up, his blue eyes pale with worry. Both Mark and Randy immediately fell silent, glaring at each other with equal amount of dislike.
"This isn't good." Shawn bit his bottom lip, his bruised face looking very worried, "And arguing isn't going to help."
"Shawn's right." Stephanie said, the brunette turning to look at Randy, "Why don't you call him so we can try and set things straight?"
"I didn't bring my phone." Randy muttered, reaching up and running a hand over his buzzed head.
"I'll call him." Adam volunteered, pulling his cell out of his pocket.
The phone rang twice before someone answered. To Adam's shock, he didn't hear Jeff's light, easy southern drawl…no, the voice that answered was much deeper, much more threatening.
"Hello Adam." Dave growled into the phone, the sound of his voice causing Adam to go deathly white.
"D-Dave?" Adam sputtered, barely able to believe his ex-lover was answering Jeff's phone. Matt and Randy's eyes widened when Adam said Dave's name. Shawn's mouth dropped open in surprise and horror, and Stephanie reached up, her feminine hand covering her mouth in shock. Hunter and John didn't seem to have much of a reaction, but they both went very, very still. Mark's eyes narrowed, and he grimaced deeply, almost as if he was in physical pain.
"What…w-what are you…" Adam tripped over his own words, barely able to speak into the phone.
"Well you see, Addy," Dave's voice purred, "I have little Jeffy here with me. He's been keeping me such good company…"
"W-what did you do to him?" Adam howled, his voice cracking from the panic that was flowing through his veins. He'd done so much bad to Jeff…what if Dave was hurting him now too?
"Don't worry Addy, baby." Batista's fake sweetness was sickening, "I haven't hurt him…yet. But I promise you, he'll end up ten times worse than Shawn if you don't do exactly as I tell you."
Adam gulped, "You…you leave him alone! Don't you fucking hurt him—"
"Save your threats, Adam." Dave snapped, "You think you could actually scare me? Now, are you going to be a good little bitch and listen to me or am I going to have to get Jeffy on the phone?"
"I'm not going to let you h-hurt him!" Adam replied with what he hoped was confidence, "I swear, if you touch him—"
"Fine, have it your way." Dave cackled, and suddenly there was a sickening cracking sound, and then there was screaming, terrible, terrible screaming. Adam nearly collapsed as he heard that voice. Jeff. Dave was hurting Jeff horribly…he had to be…no human could scream like that unless they were in pure agony…
"Stop…stop!" Adam sobbed, feeling tears leaking out of the corners of his hazel eyes, "Please, please don't hurt him! I'll do anything, just stop h-hurting him!"
"Listen up, Addy." Dave spoke as the cracking and screaming stopped, "Get a car. Take highway fifty all the way out of the city. Once you get out of the city, you'll see a road on the left called Evergreen Street. Turn left on that road and take it all the way until you see a dirt road on your left. Turn onto the dirt road and take it until it ends at a wooden shack. Knock three times and I'll let you in. Oh and Addy…I'll fucking kill Jeff if you don't come alone."
Adam didn't answer, he just sank to his feet, crying softly.
Matt and Randy rushed forward. Matt bent down and wrapped his arms around Adam, lifting him up to his feet and steering him toward a chair on the other side of the hospital room. Randy reached forward and took Adam's phone out of his hands, pulling the silver cell phone up to his ear.
"You listen up, and you listen fucking good." Randy hissed into the phone, his eyes wide and his teeth bared, "I swear to fucking god…if you hurt a single hair on Jeff's head I will fucking rip you to pieces Dave! I will be the fucking end of you, you understand me?"
"Try me." Dave growled angrily before hanging up.
Randy held the phone at his ear, rage filling him as the dull tone of the ended call rang out. Letting out a growl of pure fury, he whirled around and threw the phone into the wall, his hands curling into fists as he huffed and puffed angrily.
"I'm going to fucking kill him! I'm going to make him bleed until he's dry! I'll fucking rip his head off…I'll break his fucking arms and legs so he can't crawl away…" Randy started pacing back and forth, growling to himself, his hands reaching up and tearing at what little hair he had.
Cena stepped forward, his blue eyes wide with anger and worry. Stepping in front of his long time friend, John placed his hands on Randy's wide shoulders, stopping the Viper's disorganized pacing.
"Randy." John's voice was steady and calm as his blue eyes met Randy's, "Randy, you need to calm down."
"Calm down? Calm down?" Randy yelled, practically screaming in John's face, "How the fuck do you expect me to calm down? He has Jeff! Dave has my Jeff! I'm going to fucking tear him open!"
"You need to calm down so we can help Jeff." Cena's voice remained calm as he held on to Randy's shoulders, stopping Orton from stomping away, "We have to be thinking clearly if we're going to help him. You get mad, you make mistakes, remember?"
Randy still looked ready to kill, but he surprisingly bit his lip and nodded, his fists tight at his side as he tried to calm himself.
"Right…" Randy said slowly, his voice still a growl, "Get mad, make mistakes. Get mad, make mistakes."
"You good?" Cena asked seriously, his cerulean eyes focused on his best friend.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Randy nodded, "But John…when I get my hands on him, I'll fucking kill him."
"That's ok." Cena replied as he let go of Randy and lowered his bulging arms, "So long as you're calm right now."
"I'm good." Randy repeated, taking a deep breath.
"Ok. Adam," John turned toward the Rated R Superstar, "What did Dave tell you to do?"
Adam looked up, his face deathly pale and his eyes red from the earlier tears, "He…he told me to go to…to a shack. That's where he is…with Jeff."
"Alright," John replied, "Guess that's where we're going to have to go—"
"No!" Adam yelped, looking at John with wide eyes, "He said I have to go alone—"
"Adam." Matt spoke sternly, almost as pale as Adam, "This is my brother. There's no way in hell I'm not going to make sure he's alright. I'm not letting you do this alone."
"You know I'm not letting Batista get away with this." Randy snarled deeply, looking at Adam, "I'm coming. And I'm going to make sure he pays for ever even thinking of hurting Jeff."
Adam swallowed thickly and nodded at that. No matter how much he and Matt didn't get along with Randy, there was no doubt that the Viper was tough as nails. He'd certainly increase their chances of success.
"I may not like him," Mark spoke up suddenly, surprising everyone by stepping forward to stand next to Orton, "But Randy's right. Dave needs to be torn apart. And I'd love to help do that…he needs to pay for what he did to Shawn."
"Shawn's mine too," Hunter said with a scowl, "And nobody messes with what's mine. Mark, Randy…I will gladly help you hurt Dave and Chris."
Randy then turned to Cena, but he remained silent.
"Oh come on," Cena grinned slightly, "You really think I'm going to let you guys have all the fun? Hell no. I want a piece of Dave and Chris too!"
"Alright then." Matt spoke up, looking from each man to the next, "John, Randy, Adam and I can take my 'Stang. Hunter, can you drive for you and Mark?"
Hunter nodded and turned around. Bending over, he planted a kiss on Shawn's forehead. Turning to his wife, he pulled Stephanie into his arms, his lips kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"Will you stay here and keep an eye on Shawn?" Hunter murmured.
"I can't." Stephanie replied softly, batting her eyelashes.
"Why not?" Hunter asked, a confused expression crossing his face as he pulled away.
"I believe I need to have a talk with Daddy about a certain Dave Batista…and his retirement." Stephanie smirked evilly.
Hunter smiled at that and turned his blonde head toward the rest of the group.
"Ready to do this?" Hunter asked, looking around.
"Hell yeah." Randy snarled, the rage returning in his blue eyes, "Dave Batista's a dead man."
"For once," Mark growled deeply, curling his hands into thick fists, "I think Randy and I actually agree on something."