Dark Reflections

Shawn Michaels and Triple H have recreated D-Generation X and wrecked havoc on Raw. Vince McMahon is disgusted but doesn't try too hard to get rid of them. A sick and twisted fan decides he wants to get involved and show off to Vince McMahon by kidnapping Shawn Michaels. What is Vince McMahon's reaction and how will it affect everyone else? What will the fans reactions be when he learns that Vince McMahon will be teaming up with Triple H of D-X to get Shawn back at all costs?

Characters: Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Vince McMahon, Shane McMahon, OC

Chapter 1:
Don't You Know It's Violation?

The "newly" reformed D-Generation X sat in their locker room to try and decide what to do next. They did almost everything thinkable to the McMahons and they didn't seem to care enough to fire them. Oh well. Such as life.

"Ya know… This is getting a little boring..,"

Triple H's thoughts were interrupted by Shawn's annoying voice.

"Vince isn't going to do anything to get back at us. It's like he doesn't even care that week in and week out we're humiliating him on national television… It's like talking to a wall, which I'm practically doing right now…" Shawn stated.

He looked at Triple H, who was a little zoned out. He snapped out of it and looked at Shawn.

"Huh? What did you say? Something about ice cream..? Mmmmmmm… I like ice cream…"

Shawn nodded his head in disgust. He really knew Triple H too well.

"Hunter! You're not even paying attention! I was talking about ice cream two hours ago! I was saying that pranking Vince is getting boring…" Shawn stated and watched as Paul slowly nodded his head.

"Yeah… It is… Wait! What? No! No! It's not getting boring! Well… Waiting for a decent response is… But, in all seriousness. The pranks have been fun…" Triple H responded and stood up.

Shawn looked up at him.

"Where ya goin', Hunter?" He asked and stood up to face him.

Triple H motioned toward the door.

"I'm going to the cafeteria to get a drink. I'm really thirsty. You want something?" Triple H asked.

Shawn nodded his head no, so he turned and left the locker room. Shawn sat back down and thought about the pranks. Did they really go over the line with what they did to the McMahons? Probably not. Vince has acted like such a prick in the past to a lot of the guys, and for that, he was currently in the process of paying for.

Paul

Paul headed straight to the cafeteria and bought a Coke from the vending machine. He never knew how right Shawn was when he said that soda would never quench your thirst. Paul threw the bottle in the garbage and decided to buy a lemon Gatorade. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Vince McMahon enter the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee.

"What's up, Vince?" Paul asked.

Although their current onscreen characters were fighting, Triple H still loved his father-in-law and vice versa. Vince smiled at him and took a sip of his coffee.

"Ah… Nothing… The usual… Where's your other half?" Vince asked, obviously looking for Shawn.

"Ah, he's in the D-X locker room. He thinks that the pranks are getting a bit boring because you aren't fighting back or something… I wasn't really paying attention… His voice irritates me sometimes …" Paul stated and chuckled.

Vince laughed along with him.

"Yeah… I agree with you to a certain extent. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend it's someone else… He has good ideas, Paul. You need to learn to pay more attention to him… However, I need you to go get him. I want to have a meeting before the show." Vince stated.

"All right," Paul told him and turned to face the vending machine.

He decided to get a diet Pepsi for Shawn incase he wanted something to drink and didn't say anything. He turned back and saw Vince raise an eyebrow.

"For Shawn… Just in case… Meet you back here as soon as I can get him out of the locker room." Paul announced and marched away.

Vince watched him and nodded his head in amusement.

"How did I meet him again..?" He sarcastically asked himself.

Paul was heading back to the D-X locker room when he saw Stone Cold Steve Austin. He had to stop and say hi.

"Woo! Steve! Hey! How is everything? What's up, how ya been?" Paul asked him.

Steve turned to look at him and smiled.

"Oh! Hey Paul. I'm all right, thanks. What's up with you? I heard you and Shawn got D-X back together. You got the McMahons good, I'll tell ya that…" Steve replied.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate it. I know a lot of people don't really approve of D-X being back and all… People say we're too old and Shawn is too religious… But we're getting by all right… Nobody's done anything… Ya know…" Paul stated and watched as Steve shifted uncomfortably.

"You mean… Threats..? Death threats..? Don't even bring those up. Not a word of that to Shawn, either… Even if you're 'only saying'… You know nobody likes to hear about that crap…" Steve told Paul and leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.

"Yeah, yeah, I know… It's all right, though. Shawn is much more down to earth nowadays. He's almost normal…" Paul sarcastically stated.

Steve scoffed.

"Yeah… You give me a definition of normal, and then we'll see who really fits it. Where is he anyway?" Steve asked.

Paul pointed down the hall.

"Ah, he's in the locker room. I went to the cafeteria for a drink but I ran into Vince and he told me about a meeting… In which I had to come back this way to get Shawn… I ran into you and couldn't help but stop and chat. Vince can wait, in all seriousness…" Paul told Steve.

"Yeah, I agree… I don't wanna hold you up any more… I'm gonna be here for the rest of the night, anyway… Go get Shawn and head over to your meeting with Vince. Tell him that I'm around if he needs me for anything…" Steve stated.

Paul chuckled at him.

"Instead of waiting for Vince to call you, why don't you just come with me and Shawn to the meeting? I mean… Come with me to get Shawn really quick and we'll head over to the cafeteria for the meeting," Paul paused and looked at Steve's face.

Steve raised an eyebrow and was thinking about answering, but Paul continued.

"Aw, come on… Vince will be really happy to see you!" Paul shouted and grabbed hold of Steve's arm.

He dragged him down the hallway to the D-X locker room.

Shawn

There was a knock on the door. Shawn got up and opened it to see a man looking at him in an odd way.

"Uh… How can I help you?" Shawn asked the man.

The man looked Shawn over.

"I'm here to speak with either Shawn Michaels or Triple H. I can see that you're Shawn Michaels. Is Triple H around?" The man asked and looked around the locker room.

Shawn, still a bit confused, stared at the man and nodded his head no.

"Um… No… Sorry. Triple H just stepped out for a little while. May I ask what this is about? Do you have a pass to be backstage at this moment?" Shawn asked.

The man chuckled in Shawn's face.

"You mean a backstage pass? You're funny, Michaels," The man paused and showed Shawn a shield, which made him believe he was an undercover police officer.

"I'm Officer Jack Traven with the Precinct. I was asked to bring you in, in regards to some disturbance in the neighborhood." The man replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to argue with you. All right I'll come..," Shawn paused for a second to think.

He was into movies, and he vaguely remembered there being a movie called Speed starring Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Reeves' character was Officer Jack Traven.

"So, I guess some people mistaken you for Keanu Reeves, huh? I remember that his name was Officer Jack Traven in the movie Speed. That was a great movie…" Shawn said and turned around for a moment to grab his jacket, but was suddenly hit in the head.

He fell to the ground and rolled onto his back to see the man holding a lead pipe. Shawn grabbed the back of his head while the man started to stomp on him.

"Shit! How did you know that?" The man shouted and started beating Shawn with the pipe.

Before Shawn knew it, almost every part of his body ached and he was coughing blood up from only God knew what. The man grabbed Shawn and pulled him to his feet.

"Aw, God…" Shawn groaned at the act. He was battered and bloodied. Jack Traven put Shawn's arm around his own shoulders and walked out of the locker room with him.

On the way to the parking lot, they passed Pat Patterson, a long time WWE Road Agent.

"You need help there, sir? Oh my God! Shawn! Is he ok," Pat asked and ran over to them.

"Er… Yeah… I was just going to transport him to the hospital. He took a nasty fall down the stairs..," The officer paused and watched as Shawn doubled over and spat blood out of his mouth. Pat took a step back as well.

"I was told to rush him straight to the…" Pat decided to cut the man off.

"Sir, may I see some ID? Why are you here?" He asked Jack Traven.

Pat wasn't as dumb as the man hoped he would be. Pat saw how tight the man's grip on Shawn was and refused to believe that he was transporting Shawn to a hospital. He had seen plenty of guys fall down a flight of stairs and get up afterwards with just about a bump on their head or a minor broken bone. Never in his life had he saw somebody as beaten as Shawn was at the moment. The officer searched his pocket for his shield, but couldn't find it. Instead, he hit Pat with the pipe and dragged Shawn out of the arena.

Paul and Steve arrived at the D-X locker room. Paul tried to open the door but it was locked. The two looked at each other.

"I didn't think Shawn would lock you out…" Steve sarcastically stated.

Paul gave him a dirty look and knocked on the door.

"Shawn? Open the door!" Paul yelled and started banging on it.

He put his ear to it and didn't hear anything. He backed up and kicked it down. The sight inside made Paul drop the diet Pepsi he had bought for Shawn.

Pat Patterson was lying on the ground with a bruise on his forehead.

"Awww… My head…" Pat moaned.

Paul looked around the locker room. There was a musty smell of blood in the air.

"What the hell happened..? Where's Shawn?" Paul screamed and ran out of the locker room to look around the hallway.

Steve went to follow, but heard something make a noise once he took a step forward. He picked up his foot and saw a police shield that was on the verge of cracking under his weight. Steve bent over and picked it up, only to find out it was fake.

"Paul..?" Steve asked, making him turn around. Paul growled when Steve showed it to him.

Pat sat up slowly and looked at Paul and Steve.

"Paul..? That you..? Paul… Some guy took… Shawn…" Pat slowly stated, the memories flooding back into his head.

Both Paul and Steve turned to look at him.

"What?" Steve shouted.

Paul knelt down to look Pat in the eyes.

"Is that all you remember? Tell me what happened."

"Ok… All right… I was by the entrance to the parking lot and some guy came around the corner from this direction. He had Shawn's arm around his shoulder and was helping him walk. Paul… He was… Barely conscious. He was battered… Bruises all over him… Blood on his face, his shirt… And his arms… He was even spitting blood up," Pat paused to look Paul in the eyes.

He was on the verge of crying.

"I saw this and stopped them… The guy said Shawn fell down the stairs and that he was told to transport him to the hospital. When I asked for an ID, he took out a pipe and hit me in the head. He must've dragged Shawn out of here and came back to bring me to your locker room as a sign or something …" Pat told him.

"So… What you're saying… Is that… Shawn was just… Kidnapped?" Paul asked.

"Apparently so… I'm sorry Paul… I'm just too old… In my youth I would've been able to stop him…" Pat sighed.

He was really bummed out.

"It's ok, Pat. Don't worry. I should've been here the whole time… I wonder how that jerk off got backstage… I gotta tell Vince! Should we call the cops?" Paul shouted, almost all in one breath.

He was starting to lose his cool. Steve grabbed onto Paul's shoulders and shook him back and forth.

"Paul! Relax! I bet that guy used this fake police shield to get back here and passed himself off as an undercover cop to Shawn… Something must've happened and the guy decided to take his anger out on Shawn before he left the arena…" Steve stated.

Paul narrowed his eyes angrily.

"True as that may be, Steve… It doesn't help the fact he was just kidnapped in a place where he's supposed to be safe." Paul paused for a moment to think.

Steve sighed.

"I know, Paul… I know… But… We have to do something. I mean, we can't just stand here and talk about it; it's going to get us nowhere…"

Paul snapped his fingers, making Steve stop talking.

"You're right… We have to tell Vince."

A/N: I decided to change some stuff here and there when I edited it. Nothing major was changed. The main edit was a new short paragraph (as those of you who read this before can tell) and punctuation. Oooh, and the name of the chapter. It's a line in the song 'All These Lives' by Chris Daughtry. Enjoy!