Two months had come and gone without much happening giving the superstars a sense of security that it was all over. Except one.
Marko gets out of the car going around to get his bag from the trunk shutting it tapping it to let the driver know he was done. He looks around nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He turns around walking backward to try and see if he can determine if any of the cars are out of place. He bumps right into someone.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Marko says turning around.
"It's alright, Marko." Janela says. "Everything okay?"
"Not sure." Marko says.
"Want to talk about it?" Janela asks.
"Not really." Marko says.
"Alright, well, I'm here if you need me." Janela says.
"Thanks." Marko says. He needed to find Sammy. That was the only person he was going to talk to about this. He runs into the building, he always felt much safer inside than outside. He searches the halls for Sammy finding him with the camera in his hand as usual. He slowly approaches him.
"Marko! What's up?" Sammy asks.
"Hey, can…can we talk?" Marko asks.
"Right now?" Sammy asks. "I'm kinda busy."
"Just put it away." Marko says.
"Oh, come on, man." Sammy says.
"Put it away, Sammy!" Marko yells.
"Okay." Sammy says turning the camera off. "Come on."
"Sorry." Marko says.
"It's cool. What's going on?" Sammy asks.
"I…I think I'm being stalked." Marko says. "Or at least watched."
"Are you sure? How do you know it's not just your mind playing tricks?" Sammy asks.
"I know when I'm being stalked, Sammy. It's happened to me before." Marko says.
"Have you told anyone else about this?" Sammy asks.
"No." Marko says.
"Do you think they are following you everywhere or just here?" Sammy asks.
"As of late, everywhere. The gym, our hotel, the airport but before it was always here." Marko says.
"Do you think it's them? We need to tell someone, Marko." Sammy says.
"What if they don't believe me? They think this is all over." Marko says.
"Can't hurt to try." Sammy says.
They try to talk to Cody and the Bucks before the show but they are too busy. And by the time they are done getting ready to head home they were in a meeting. To say Sammy was pissed was an understatement but it didn't seem like Marko was too bothered by it. It worried him how reluctant he was to tell anyone else about what he was experiencing. He had made up his mind that he was going to tell Jericho whether Marko wanted him to or not.
He arrives back at the hotel. He ends up falling asleep before Jericho comes back. The next morning he awakes to banging on his door. He groans rubbing his eyes realizing now that Jericho still was not there. Where the hell was he? Sammy opens the door to see Jungle Boy and Luchasaurus standing there.
"Is Marko in there?" Jungle Boy asks.
"No, I thought he was going to the airport this morning." Sammy says.
"He was, but he never arrived." Luchasaurus says.
"Are you sure?" Sammy asks.
"Yeah, he left at like 6am and was supposed to be boarding soon. The guys said he isn't there." Jungle Boy says.
"Is anyone else missing?" Sammy asks.
"What?" Jungle Boy asks.
"Is anyone else missing?! Call them back and ask if anyone is missing. Do it! We need to find Jericho and the Bucks and…everyone." Sammy says.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Luchasaurus asks stopping Sammy who is scrambling to get dressed.
"Marko told me last night that he thinks he…he thinks he's being stalked." Sammy says.
"Only one that's missing is Cutler." Jungle Boy says.
"Stalked by whom?" Luchasaurus asks.
"I'm going to assume those WWE bastards." Sammy says pulling out his phone.
"Stalked, what do you mean stalked?" Jungle Boy asks.
"Marko told Sammy that he thinks he is being stalked." Luchasaurus says.
"Chris, where are you? We have a major problem. Okay, I'll be down in a minute." Sammy says. "They just arrived back."
"What are we going to do?" Jungle Boy asks.
"This place has to have surveillance footage, we'll figure it out." Luchasaurus says comfortingly.
6AM
Marko sighs looking at his two lovers sleeping on the bed. He should really tell them what has been going on but he didn't want to burden them. He already did that too much. He quickly exits the room making his way down to the lobby. He makes it outside.
"You, Marko?" The driver asks. His voice was muffled because of the mask he was wearing but Marko knew that voice. But again due to the mask it was next to impossible to identify who the person was. Maybe he had just had the driver before.
"Yeah, that's me." Marko says.
"Put your stuff in the back and hop in." The driver says. Marko nods putting his suitcases into the back getting into the backseat of the car. "Where we going?"
"The airport." Marko says. He looks out the window as they drive away from the hotel. He starts to look around the backseat noticing a camera bag on the floor. "You like photography?"
"I like to observe." The driver says. "Watch people, study them. You can check out my camera if you want." Marko gulps butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he reaches for the camera bag opening it pulling out the camera. It was extremely expensive, able to hold a large attachment at the end of it. He turns the camera on, opening the gallery, his heart in his throat. Inside the gallery were pictures of him and some of his other co-workers and friends. Marko reaches for the door only now noticing the inside door handle was missing.
"Who are you?" Marko asks.
"I'm really surprised you didn't notice." The driver says taking off his mask. "Although I did change my voice." Scott Hall says. "I'm gonna pull over and I expect you to be a good fucking boy, yes?"
"Why are you doing this?" Marko asks. "I…I don't have anything to do with this."
"That's right; you don't, but see the thing is you are wanted." Hall says pulling over into an abandoned parking lot. He opens his door going over to Marko's door opening it. Marko quickly ducks underneath his arm falling out of the car reaching his feet before he feels his hair being pulled and a hand over his mouth as he is thrust into the car once more. "You stupid boy! Sit up!"
"Please, just let me go! I haven't done anything!" Marko shouts being pushed forward his head hitting the back of the passenger seat. His arms are roughly pulled behind him and his wrists tied with something. He is pushed backward against the seat, Hall putting his seatbelt on him. Hall starts to put his hands in Marko's pockets. "Hey! What are you doing?!"
"Can't have you calling anyone now can we?" Hall asks taking Marko's phone gently patting Marko's inner thigh causing Marko to squirm in his seat. "Let's get going, shall we?"
"Where are we going?" Marko asks.
"To the airport." Hall says.
Brandon is sitting away from everyone when he gets a call. He sighs starting to walk towards the entrance of the airport.
"Hey, Nick." Brandon says.
"Where are you?" Nick asks.
"At the airport." Brandon says.
"Brandon, just come back to the hotel, okay?" Nick says.
"What good is that going to do? You guys made up your mind that you don't want me a part of those meetings even though I'm pretty fucking important, but you know it's fine. I'll just focus on my partnership with Peter." Brandon says.
"Brandon, that's not…you are important, okay?" Nick says. "You mean a lot to us."
"Then why won't you tell me what the meeting was about?" Brandon asks. "What these meetings have been about, why are they so top secret? I mean, Daniels can be a part of it, why can't I?"
"Because you don't need to be!" Nick shouts.
"But WHY?" Brandon pushes.
"Brandon, can't you just trust me?" Nick asks. Brandon looks down at his feet rolling his eyes.
"I guess so." Brandon says. Brandon blinks when a tall man comes up to him his face covered by a mask. "Can I help you?"
"Nope, just waiting on a ride, was hoping maybe you'd make good conversation."
"Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Brandon asks. "A bit rude if you ask me."
"Brandon? Are you outside?" Nick asks.
"Yeah, figured I'd have better service out here, you know how bad it is inside." Brandon says.
"Get inside." Nick says. "Get back inside."
"Alright, yeah, I probably should. My bags are still in there." Brandon says. "I'll see you later." Brandon says hanging up. He goes to go back inside but is stopped by the man.
"What are you doing?" Brandon asks. The man removes his mask. "What the hell are you doing here, Nash?" Nash chuckles pulling out a pocketknife, Brandon's whole body goes cold.
"You do what you are told and we aren't going to have any problems." Nash says. "Give me your phone." Brandon scoffs but hands it to him, Nash throwing it in the trash, turning Brandon around just as Hall's car pulls up. He pushes Brandon to the other side of the vehicle opening the door slamming it shut. He goes and gets into the passenger seat. "Let's go before someone sees us. Brandon, why don't you untie our little friend here? I'm sure he won't be a problem anymore."
"Are you okay?" Brandon asks Marko leaning over to untie his binds.
"We've just been kidnapped, how do you think I am?" Marko asks.
"Are you hurt?" Brandon asks. Marko shakes his head.
"Not yet he isn't." Hall says.
"Sit back and relax, you two, we have a long drive ahead of us." Nash says.
"A drive?" Marko asks.
"Remember what they said, off the freeway, only backroads. We have to make sure when we cross the state border we aren't caught." Nash says.
"Georgia? Alabama?" Brandon questions.
"Louisiana." Marko says.
"What about home?" Hall asks.
"Mississippi?" Marko asks.
"Lots of secluded places to hide you all there." Hall says.
"All? Who is all? Why are you doing this?" Brandon asks.
"The Bucks have made some enemies; you are just one person to use to get back at them." Nash says.
"And him? He doesn't have anything to do with this. Just let him go." Brandon says.
"Can't do that. He's been requested." Nash says.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Brandon asks.
"Means he's a popular boy." Hall says. "Probably gonna have his own room and everything."
"Brandon…" Marko says anxiously.
"It's gonna be fine. You are going to be fine. We're gonna be fine." Brandon says. "Who else is working with you?"
"You'll figure that out soon enough. You are gonna have a week of alone time with us after all big guy." Nash says.
"Right, Mr. Marko here was getting a bit paranoid, gonna blow our cover. We got a week to plan our next attack and that one is going to be the big one." Hall says.
"I already warned Sammy." Marko says.
"You think that'll change anything? We'll figure something out to get who we want, Marko." Hall says.
"FUCK YOU!" Marko screams kicking the back of Nash's seat hard sending him into the dashboard. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't fucking do this."
"Marko!" Brandon shouts putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Pull over." Nash says.
"Kevin…" Hall says.
"Pull the fuck over, Scott." Nash says. "There." Hall pulls over onto the side of the road near a wooded area. Brandon acts quickly and undoes Marko's seatbelt practically putting himself over Marko's entire body. Nash opens the door pushing Brandon off Marko pulling Marko by the arm out of the car.
"Let go of me! Get off! Fuck you!" Marko screeches as he is dragged into the wooded area out of sight. Marko is thrown to the ground roughly.
"You have a fucking mouth on you." Nash says. Marko looks over at him spitting on his shoe. "And you have heart, fight and a whole lot of attitude. That's not going to end well for you, boy. I've been instructed not to touch you until we arrive but that doesn't mean I can't fucking discipline you."
"How you gonna do that? Can't use your fists." Marko says. Nash sighs kneeling down putting his hand on Marko's head.
"You are right, I can't. But there are so many fucking ways to discipline and humiliate. I'll let you change in 20 minutes turn your head I don't want any getting in your eyes." Nash says. "Do it, before I find another way for that pretty mouth of yours." Marko turns his head to the other side hearing a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being unzipped. He knew what was coming. Why was this happening to him? He heard it before he felt it started on his shirt and slowly reached his pants. "Get up." Marko sniffles standing up. "Are you going to behave now?"
"Yes." Marko says. Nash grabs hold of Marko's chin roughly turning him to look at him.
"What was that? Manners, boy." Nash says.
"Yes, sir." Marko says.
"Let's go." Nash says grabbing Marko's arm pulling him through the woods back to the car. "20 minutes. You may time it, and remind me if you have to."
"Thank you, sir." Marko says climbing back into the car. He felt disgusting, dirty and downright humiliated.
"You okay?" Brandon asks. "Why…why are you wet?" Marko covers his face with his hands starting to cry softly. "Fuck, Marko. I'm so sorry."
"What are we going to do?" Marko asks.
"I don't know. But we have 8 hours left, okay? Just…we just have to stay strong." Brandon says. "We got each other." Marko nods looking out the window. He wonders what awaits him. He wonders who else they were going to target but he knew only time would tell.