redsandman99, yes. Yes they do. Esha Napoleon, thank you. I love Edge Jeff and RKO, no one. But I don't want it taken personal since I bitch about Adam getting bashed a lot. I don't want to sound like a hypocrite.. or like I was bashing anyone. takers dark lover, yes, yes & maybe, Thank you :) Animal Luvr 4 Life, (nods) Yup. Seraphalexiel, we're gonna have to stop hurting Jay. It feels like 'when in doubt, shoot/stab/comatose Christian'. (tsks) Torukun1, hmm.. could be...

A dark-haired blonde stalked back and forth in the warehouse. His hair secured with a ponytail, his features distinct; large nose, goatee and a muscular build.

"Hunter, I swear, man.. I can't believe.." A smaller man with short dirty-blonde hair walked up. He was followed by the one with the faux-hawk and wide mouth and another man with a pinched up face, a ponytail and a rich Scottish accent.

"Where have you been?" The blonde- Hunter- demanded. "It's not safe. Phil was found in the alley."

"What?" Faux-hawk asked, his face fallen. Suddenly he felt sick. "Phil... he..?"

"He never came back last night. He had one simple task.. One. All he had to do was dump the bimbo bitch. Just dump him in the alley, slit his throat and get back here. But he fucked that up royally. They found him this morning, laying in a puddle of his own blood. Someone stabbed him." Hunter explained.

"Whoa.. sorry, Mike." The dirty-blonde male patted Faux-hawk on the arm.

Mike pushed him away. "No. Not Phil.. No.." He gritted his teeth, disbelieving.

Hunter glared. "Don't be such a baby. We have bigger issues at hand. There were no reports that anyone found Adam. He's disappeared. Phil didn't dump him. Fucker probably tried to get one more in before he offed him and someone caught him. They found Adam's panties a few feet from Phil with blood and semen on them. Now, either Adam stabbed Phil and walked away.."

The dirty-blonde scoffed. "Psh, unlikely." He said, folding his arms.

"That bitch was beyond fucked up. He was half-dead when Phil took him out." The Scot added with a scowl.

"I knew it.. I knew someone should have went with him.." Mike rambled on.

"Or someone intervened and took Adam with them." Hunter finished.

"He's lying, Ted. Tell me he's lying." Mike said, clutching to the dirty-blonde. His mind just wasn't accepting the fate of his other. Ted only shoved him off.

"We have to find that blonde bitch before he says anything." Hunter growled, back to pacing.

"Ah, who'd believe him? He's got to be out of his mind." The Scot waved him off.

Hunter shook his head. "I'm not taking that risk, Drew. Now, I want you three out hunting for Adam. Kill him when you find him and kill the bastard who took him, y'hear?"

"How're we supposed to find him?" Ted asked.

"I don't care! Just do it." Hunter snarled, pointing toward the exit.

-xx-

Mostly Adam just sat there, staring into space. He was depressed and trying to keep him constant company was taking away from Randy's usual affairs. Adam wasn't opening up. Adam didn't even seem interested in finding his brother or anything. He'd simply lost the will. When he started talking, it was mainly questions.

"Why didn't you let me die in the alley? Why'd you save me?" The blonde asked quietly.

"You begged me to save you."

Adam shook his head, taking his thumb nail away from his lips. "Why'd you listen? I was out of my mind. Maybe I was begging for you to kill me. Let me die."

"No. No one wants that." And he knew. He knew from all the people who had begged with everything they had in them for him not to kill them.

"I did! Being locked up in that.. with them.." Adam pulled at his hair. "What they did to me.. I wanted to die so many times to escape it.. I begged them to kill me, let me go.. I begged.. they laughed and mocked me.. you don't know!"

Randy swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, Adam. If you'd tell me who did this, I could make them pay for it."

Adam's eyes shifted back and forth. "How? How are you gonna do that? Are you gonna go kill them all? You don't know these guys, they're dangerous."

...

Mike held the gun to Adam's temple as Phil straddled over him. Phil fisted Adam's hair, wrapping it tight around his fist as his other unfastened his pants. "Open up, Adam. It's sucky-sucky suck-us-off time.. and you're going to be a good bitch and do it or Mike here's gonna put a bullet in your skull."

It was before Adam had lost his will. When he still had hope. Still he shook his head. Phil growled and slapped him.

"Selfish slut." He took the time to push his pants down before using his fingers to pry open Adam's mouth and forcing his cock inside despite Adam's ignored protests. "Suck, bitch.. suck it.. suck that dick.. you fucking bite me, you'll get shot.. I'll shoot you in the leg or arm and let you bleed out real slow.."

Adam closed his eyes. His throat aching and him gagging as Phil's cock stabbed the back of his throat with every brutal thrust. This was horrible. It was a nightmare and he just wanted to wake up and escape it.

"How's that mouth, Philly?" Mike panted in his own twisted arousal.

Phil grunted, still holding to the handful of blonde hair he had as he raped Adam's mouth. "Oh, it's hott.. it's so nice and hott, baby.. you're gonna love it.."

"Me next?" Mike purred sweetly, still holding to Adam from behind. His nails dug into the blonde's skin under his zeal.

"Yeah, baby, of course.. you're gonna love it." Phil groaned, leaning over Adam to grab Mike by the back of the neck, kissing him with a smack..

...

"You don't know." Adam said, eyes glistening. "You can't beat these guys."

"You don't know me." Randy said dangerously. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

The words sent a shiver down Adam's spine. As did the hungry glare in Randy's eyes. It was purely dominate confidence. It was also terrifying. It was also then Adam realized he didn't even know what kind of man had saved him.

-xx-

"Who are you anyway?" Adam later asked. He sat on his favorite spot on the couch. A spot he'd grown quite comfortable in.

"I told you." Randy said from the chair. He flicked his wrist, shaking out a cloth.

Adam wet his lips. "What do you do? Who are you?" He asked curiously.

Randy shrugged and bent down to pick something out of a large case on the floor. "You wouldn't like it."

"Are.. are you like them?" Really, he hated to ask.. but what if his so-called savior was..? What if he'd try..?

"No. I've worked with the likes of them. I've took the likes of them down before too." Randy said simply, still shifting through his case and moving things around.

"Do you.. have you ever..?" Adam closed his eyes. His lips moved like he wanted to finish.

Randy raised up, arm still down between his legs, his fingers aimed toward the floor. "I don't rape and torture people for kicks, if you're asking. I've hurt people to survive or because I had to. Not because I got sick kicks out of it. I've dabbled in crime. I've stole, looted, murdered. I'm not a good guy, but I'm not like them."

"So how can I trust you?" Adam asked, eyes regarding Randy carefully.

Randy held back a snort. "I guess you can't. But I haven't hurt you yet. I have no reason to. You've did nothing to me." He then went back to his box and it got quiet.

Adam watched Randy cleaning a gun. He swallowed as he watched Randy's long skillful fingers wrap around the barrel, holding it with one hand as the other wiped and polished with the rag. He briefly wondered about those fingers... what they could.. Adam closed his eyes. No. Too soon.

He reopened his eyes and directed them to the coffee table. "Well, why did you save me?"

Randy shrugged and continued polishing. "Figured if I did one good deed, then it should be you."

Adam blew a dry raspberry. "Shitty reason. You didn't have to."

Randy cast him an eerie glare, his lips pursing. "No, I didn't. Don't be ungrateful. You were given a second chance. You're a survivor. It could've been worse."

"How?" Adam looked back over at him. Determined.

Randy leaned forward toward him, the chair squeaking under his movement. "You could still be in their clutches. Or you could be dead. I thought you were gonna die."

"What if I wanted to?"

Randy tossed him the gun. "Here then. Do it yourself. Just cock it and put it up to your head and pull the trigger. Don't worry, I'll clean you up and dump you back in the alley."

Adam lifted up the gun with trembling hands before tossing it down and dropping his head into his hands. He was hurting, but he wasn't that bad yet.

"Careful, it's loaded." Randy warned, more calmly than anyone had a right to be right now.

"I ca-" Adam's voice cracked.

Randy's lips twitched. "What's a matter? Can't do it?"

Adam shook his head.

"Well, I'm sorry." Though his voice held no sympathy at all.

"Fuck you." Adam snapped, raising his head and wiping his mouth. He already felt disgusted. "Why're you so cold? If you gave a damn when you found me, why are you so mean to me now?"

Randy's look softened. Perhaps that was a bit unfair. Not like he was used to this shit. He didn't just randomly save people. What made Adam so different?

"Why did you save me? Why an interest in me? I'm.." Adam sighed.

Randy shook his head. He didn't really know why. He was drawn to Adam. "I had to save you.. I can't tell you why.. I just had to, okay." He recoiled back into his chair, eyes going to his lap in defeat.

Adam stared at him before looking at the ground. It got quiet and Randy resumed cleaning his weapons... till Adam broke the silence.

"When do we eat?"

Randy bit his tongue in a failed attempt to stifle a chuckle. The blonde ate very well at least. "What do you want?"

Adam's eyes glazed over, practically salivating. "Pizza. Lotsa cheese and sausage."

Randy called in the pizza order and Adam sat biting his nails while they waited. His stomach growling and nibbling at his insides. The door bell made him jump and Randy answered with his gun tucked under his coat as usual. Just in case. The door was bolted back and Randy sat the box down on the coffee table in front of Adam.

The blonde looked at the box then up at Orton expectantly. "Drink?"

"Your legs broken?" Randy then stopped as Adam looked down. It had been awhile and Adam's ordeal was very fresh and he wasn't one hundred percent yet. Randy went to the fridge and brought Adam back a Pepsi.

"No.." Adam mumbled as Randy got close with the can.

Randy shot him a perplexed glance. "What? The soda? You don't..?"

"One of the guys had a tattoo." Adam pointed out.

Randy looked at the can. "Of a soda?"

"The logo. The Pepsi symbol.. On his upper left arm." Adam stated, motioning to his own arm. "The guy you killed in the alley. Phil."

Randy nodded and took the pop back, getting out a root beer for the blonde instead.

He watched in amusement as Adam scarfed down the pizza, getting sauce on the sides of his mouth before a pink tongue came out to lick it away. He loved watching Adam do anything. Maybe Randy couldn't explain it.. But he couldn't figure out why anyone would want to hurt him. What had Adam done? It had to be something... Or those men had to be be really fucked up.. either one..

-xx-

Randy watched over him that night from the doorway as Adam lay snuggled up under the sheets in his bed. The blonde angel looked so peaceful in the current moment.. but there was no telling how long that would last. A warm feeling came over Randy whenever he watched Adam at any peace... or at all. He had to admit that it felt nice.

"I can see why they'd wanna keep you.. I want to.. to keep you.. myself.. But I can't see why they'd hurt you.. I'm gonna find them, Adam.. I promise.."