Title: The Killer's Captive

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Phillip Brooks [CM Punk]

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Talk of Character Death and a little bit of Drug play.

Summary: Jeff awoke in a forgien country, tied up in a bedroom, the windows boarded up and the thoughts of what happened came flooding back… Phillip Brooks had murdered his best friends and his brother… And now… he was his captive…

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Can't Stop the Killer. I liked it but the Hardycest nearly killed me inside. Anyways. This can stand alone if you want to read it but I'd suggest going back and reading the first chapter. It's a Halloween fic. D: So it's violent and scary. This one is tame in comparison.

Enjoy!

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The Killer's Captive

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The heavy feeling in jeff's limbs was making it hard for him to force his body stir from it's slumber. While his mind was wide awake, his body was shut down. Numbed by drugs, he couldn't force himself to sit up. His hands were tied with some kind of cord behind his back and he was laying on his stomach on a pleasantly soft bed. Through the slats of wooden boards on the windows, mid day light broke through and shone down on him. Where he was, he didn't know. His mind was fogged but when he heard someone shift on the bed beside him he tensed and realized what was going on… He was with Phil…

The time had passed so quickly that Jeff had forgotten three days ago, his brother, his friends, the people he had loved… Were murdered… Phil had killed them… He weakly yanked at his binds, groaning softly at the pain. This caused Phil to stir from his sleep. He sat up and yawned, looking down at Jeff.

"Awake Jeff?" he asked softly. Jeff bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tight.

"Yes." He hissed, his shoulders hunched up and his head curling into the mattress. Phil reached down and untied Jeff's wrists, rolling him onto his back. He knew Jeff wouldn't be able to muster the strength. The drugs in his system would make sure of that. Poetic justice, in the punk's mind, to see Jeff heavy with sedatives and unable to defend himself. Jeff looked up at him, angry tears streaming down his face.

"I hate you…" he barely managed to get out. His mouth was dry and his body was surely getting dehydrated. Phil leaned down and kissed Jeff's forehead, only to have Jeff jerk away from him.

"Jeff… You will learn to love me in due time… But not before I break you of your wicked habits… After these drugs wear off, they'll leave your system and I'll will make you sober… Make you pure…" Phil said softly, gently caressing Jeff's cheek. Jeff's whole body was glistening with sweat and he was clearly unable to fight back.

"Why… Why would you kill them if you're after me…?" he rasped, his hands trembling as blood flow was restored. Phil frowned.

"Casualties for a good cause Jeff… They were bad influences on you and would have tried to take you away from me… None of them know what's good for you… Only I do…" Phil whispered, gently brushing Jeff's hair away from his face. Jeff closed his eyes tight and turned his head away.

"Phil… We… We can't be together… You know that… We're too different… I told you years ago… That I wouldn't change." Jeff choked out. Phil shook his head, smiling though there was fear in his eyes.

"No, see, I'm going to fix you Jeff so we can be together… I'll make it better… We'll be together… Just let me make you better…" Phil said in a hushed tone as he gently stroked Jeff's hair. Jeff closed his eyes tighter. Phil had been unstable when they'd split up… But Jeff hadn't realized just how badly Phil had wanted to be with him… Years these emotions must have been festering under the calm and collected surface. This childlike need for Jeff was what drove Phil… Jeff felt his heart breaking… Guilt wrenched at his gut as he wondered if he could have prevented this… If only he'd known just how badly Phil had needed him… Wanted him…. Maybe he could have helped him before he got this sick…

Jeff looked up into Phil's eyes, tears streaming down his face. His voice cracked as he spoke, shaking his head weakly.

"Phil… You killed my friends and family… How can you expect me to love you…?" he inquired weakly, fear tingling in every nerve ending on his body. It occurred to him that this man above him was a crazed murderer, however, the fact that Phil wanted Jeff to love him gave Jeff some sense of security and hop that he too wouldn't be slaughtered… Phil stood up and crossed the small and plain bedroom. The walls were just light brown stone and reminded Jeff of those old Spanish buildings from Zorro. He was sweating from the intense heat and briefly wondered if that's where they were… Mexico… Phil walked over to a table across the room that had a large porcelain bowl and pitcher on it. He poured water into the bowl and grabbed a cloth from the drawer before wetting it and carrying it over to Jeff.

"Please Jeff… Don't be mad at me… They deserved it… All the awful things they did and pressured you to do… They were poisoning you. Only I truly care for you" Phil said softly as he squeezed out the cloth and began to gently wipe the sweat and grime off of Jeff's face. Jeff's shirt was sticking to him and drenched with sweat as well and his jeans were like an uncomfortable damp prison. The sweltering heat was choking to a degree, but Phil seemed unfazed by it. His brow was glistening with sweat as well and there was a heavy amount of caring in his eyes. The cool water on Jeff's face was welcomed, his body needing to feel some coolness. The silence was tense for Jeff, he simply watched as Phil cleaned his face and then arms, not removing any clothing to clean further, but Jeff appreciated the coolness on his heavy and unmoving limbs just the same. Phil smiled softly, leaning down and kissing Jeff's unresponsive mouth.

"Are you hungry Jeff…? Thirsty? Is there anything you need?" Phil inquired quietly, admiring Jeff as if a beautiful prize. Jeff was starving, and dying of thirst, but hated to admit it to someone who had murdered the people he was so very close to. When Jeff didn't respond Phil rose and left the room, leaving Jeff alone. Jeff frowned a little as he briefly wondered where Phil was going. It was a long few minutes of silence before Jeff decided Phil had left so he forced himself to try his hardest to get up. His limbs felt like lead and he was barely able to sit up, but if he had to crawl, he would try his damndest to escape. He flopped off the bed and onto the hard wood floor with a loud thunk before he began to use what little strength in his arms he had to start crawling. His arms were getting scratched up by the jagged wood flooring. He didn't care, his only thoughts were those of escape, freedom, and getting to the police… Someone on the outside was bound to recognize him, if he could only get out… Out…

A door was around the corner and Jeff was lying in front of it, the handle seemed so high up and far away, but he had to try and get up to it and get out. Jeff clawed his way up, sitting against the door. He reached up, groaning at the painful amount of effort it took. He gripped the handle and then pulled down. The door swung open and Jeff lost balance as he realized he was at the top of a very steep set of stairs. He went tumbling heavily down the first flight of stairs, groaning loudly at the pain he was experiencing but he had no choice once he got to the landing, to go and roll himself down the next flight to the bottom floor. It was an open and empty place, with a dirt floor, and again, the windows were boarded. The front door seemed like it would fall off it's hinges where it stood crookedly in the doorway. Jeff panted softly with the exertion his journey had taken, he only hoped he could get out… There was a moment where he thought he heard someone coming and he tensed, he could hear the footsteps outside and prayed it wasn't Phil. Jeff saw the door opening and the sun was so bright he only saw the outline of a figure against the bright light.

"Jeff? Oh Jeff why?"

Jeff groaned when Phil stepped into the house and closed the door behind him, holding a paper bag in one arm. He set it down on the floor and walked over to Jeff, helping him into a sitting position against the wall.

"Let's get you some water…" he said softly, going back to the bag ad pulling out a large bottle of cold water. Jeff let Phil hold his jaw gently and pour water into his dry mouth and down his throat. Jeff swallowed greedily, tears again streaming down his face as he felt hopelessly in need. Phil smiled sadly.

"There ya go… Drink some water… You'll be okay…" Phil soothed. Jeff closed his eyes, sniffling softly as he finished the whole bottle of water in one go. Phil easily picked Jeff up and carried him back up the stairs into the bedroom again, laying him down.

"Why don't you go back to sleep Jeff… You can eat when you wake up… I think a little rest will do you some good…" Phil said softly as he examined Jeff's bruises. Jeff's heart sank as he wondered just how he was going to survive… If he'd get away… Or if he was going to spend the lost of his life in the clutches of this killer…

He was a captive…

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To Be continued…?