Fic: Bounty 4/? (Lita, Daniels, Punk, Hunter) NC-17 for violence
Title: Bounty
Pairing/Characters: Lita, Daniels, Jericho, Jeff Hardy, CM Punk, AJ Styles, HHH
Rating: NC-17
Complete: No.
Genre: Mystery, suspense, horror
Summary: Lita wakes up in the hospital, and gets brought a package. It's not what she's expecting, and what will the team do when one of them might fall?
Warnings: Contains graphic depictions of violence, horrific imagery, mentions of murder of a child. Also, horrible language
Previous Chapters
“Jeff better answer his goddamn cellphone or I’m liable to kill the kid myself,” are the words I heard tearing themselves from Daniels’ throat when my eyes finally slid open and it occurred to me how much my body hurts.
A whole hell of a lot, and I know that makes no sense grammatically speaking but gimme a break would you?
“J-Jeff,” I forced his name from my lips, struggling to sit up.
“Whoa whoa, lie down kid,” Daniels said before shoving my shoulder to get me to lie down.
“Don’t call me kid, where the fuck is Jeff? What the hell happened?” I asked, struggling to get up again as the door to my room opened and Phil stepped through, arm in a sling.
“You should be lying down,” he told me, a frown on his lips and his dark eyes filled with serious implications.
I sighed, touching my forehead that is bandaged, I don’t remember hurting it. My throat felt raw, the act of swallowing a bit like trying to eat glass. I coughed softly and shook my head.
“Where is Jeff?” I demanded to know, thinking of him, thinking of how eager he’d been the day of joining the firm. A green kid with a desperate need to prove himself.
He’d changed since then obviously, we all had. But whenever I thought of him all I could think of were eyes bright with the thought of challenge and a faux angelic look as the filthiest of jokes spilled from pouty lips.
“We don’t know,” Phil finally admitted with a sigh. “Cell is on but he’s not answering it, his stuff was in his truck outside your apartment but no one has seen or heard from him since he first arrived and called AJ.”
“Shit,” I cursed, wanting to do a hell of a lot more than that but someone sent the room spinning and I lay down again, closing my eyes as a brief wave of nausea spread through me.
“Shit is right,” Daniels agreed, the sound of a match being lit causing me to open my eyes as the scent of sulphur hit my nose.
I shook my head carefully, “we’re in a hospital dumbass.”
Daniels smirked and blew out the match and something about the flame being snuffed out so abruptly shook me to the core, a cold feeling growing in my stomach. A ball of dread and I closed my eyes again, fully ready to ignore the feeling for the moment.
“I’m the dumbass,” Daniels snorted, and I practically heard him shake his head. “You’re the two fools who went into an apartment without thinking to listen first.”
Memories flashed behind my closed lids and I opened them, willing them away for the moment. Willing away the moment of fear that always came with an almost-death. I’d had half a dozen at this point, one would think I would get used to it.
“There wasn’t a sound,” Phil insisted, his jaw clenched in anger and something dangerous in his eyes.
Daniels snorted, “yeah right, there’s always a sound. Always an indicator. You just need to learn how to be not so fucking blind.”
Phil bristled visibly, shoulders tensed and his back straightening so much it’s amazing he didn’t grow taller. “Fuck you Daniels.”
Growling Daniels looked at him, “excuse you?” His voice is deadly soft, and although I knew I should diffuse this mini-bomb before it took out the whole floor of the hospital I couldn’t help but watch.
“Li and I aren’t fucking rookies, we know how to do our jobs and we do it cleanly,” Phil told him, a growl in his own voice.
“Usually,” Daniels snorted, shaking his head. “Not anymore. Li as you call her won’t be returning to that apartment any time soon, not with your blood, hers and his spurted all over the fucking place.”
“Spurted?” Despite myself the words left my lips and the images that flashed through my mind were no better than the memories. “What the fuck happened?”
Phil and Daniel both turned toward me, almost identical expressions of worry painted on their faces.
“You don’t remember anything?” Phil asked me, his voice smooth, brow furrowed.
“I remember Willem, I remember gunshots,” I responded, shaking my head. “I remember feeling like I was going to die.”
“Not a nice feeling,” Daniels pointed out, as though he was trying to be helpful.
“Yes, thanks Daniels,” I bit out.
“He shot me, twice in the shoulder, one grazing my side,” Phil replied, “I stood to see him strangling you, you looked like a fucking ragdoll, lying there all limp staring at him. Never seen you cry before by the way not since…” He trailed off, seeming to remember himself within moments. “I shot him.”
“Is he dead?” I asked him.
Phil nodded his head. “You know it.”
“How touching,” Daniels snarked as he rolled his eyes. “You killed the bad man for your little girlfriend, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are eight contract killers after her because apparently she doesn’t play nicely with the Donovan’s.”
The door opened and my brother stepped through, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
“Oh great, now big and blue is here,” Daniels slipped past Hunter and out the door, slamming it behind him.
“That guy,” Hunter shook his head and made his way to my bedside, looking down at me. “You look like shit you know.”
“Wow,” I said dryly. “Do you kiss Stephanie and your daughters with that mouth?” I asked him, arching an eyebrow.
Hunter smirked and kissed my forehead. “I need your statement.”
“Ah so this is a fluffy family visit,” I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re such an asshole,” I teased.
“Yep,” Hunter nodded, pulling up a chair and flipping open his notepad. “Talk me through it.”
“Phil and I went back to my apartment, where Jeff was meant to be setting up surveillance and we went in, well Phil went in and the world went white,” I told him.
“Gunshots,” Hunter confirmed, as Phil nodded.
“I dove behind the couch, and when I turned Phil was gone,” I explained, “I dove for Willem and shot twice, I didn’t hit him with either I don’t think. He grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, held me there, told me about the twins, taunted me a bit and that was when Phil shot him, and I blacked out.”
“That is all you remember?” Hunter asked me, arching an eyebrow.
“That’s it,” I nodded my head. “He told me they had a bounty on my head.”
Hunter swore softly, closing his notebook. “This is a big deal,” he told me.
“Don’t have to tell me that,” I responded bitterly. “I usually do end up being a big deal in some way or another.”
Phil laughed softly, holding one hand up when we both looked at him. “Well it’s true,” he said.
“This came for you,” Hunter pulled out a manila envelope, the padded kind used for parcels and tossed it on the tray over my bed. “No return address, want you to look at it, then I’ll take it in for evidence.” He gave me gloves.
I opened the envelope slowly, a note falling out.
I picked it up and began to read, “Four little piggies. The first mama piggy went to market, the youngest little piggy should have stayed home, the next little piggy got a haircut, and the last piggy won’t never get home.” I showed them the paper; registering a lump in the package I tipped it.
A scream tore itself from my throat.
Jeff’s hair, bound up in blood red ribbons lay in front of us on the tray, parts of the blond clumped together in crimson.
“Jesus,” Phil murmured.
Hunter grabbed my hand and held it tight, calling for a team.
Pairing/Characters: Lita, Daniels, Jericho, Jeff Hardy, CM Punk, AJ Styles, HHH
Rating: NC-17
Complete: No.
Genre: Mystery, suspense, horror
Summary: Lita wakes up in the hospital, and gets brought a package. It's not what she's expecting, and what will the team do when one of them might fall?
Warnings: Contains graphic depictions of violence, horrific imagery, mentions of murder of a child. Also, horrible language
Previous Chapters
“Jeff better answer his goddamn cellphone or I’m liable to kill the kid myself,” are the words I heard tearing themselves from Daniels’ throat when my eyes finally slid open and it occurred to me how much my body hurts.
A whole hell of a lot, and I know that makes no sense grammatically speaking but gimme a break would you?
“J-Jeff,” I forced his name from my lips, struggling to sit up.
“Whoa whoa, lie down kid,” Daniels said before shoving my shoulder to get me to lie down.
“Don’t call me kid, where the fuck is Jeff? What the hell happened?” I asked, struggling to get up again as the door to my room opened and Phil stepped through, arm in a sling.
“You should be lying down,” he told me, a frown on his lips and his dark eyes filled with serious implications.
I sighed, touching my forehead that is bandaged, I don’t remember hurting it. My throat felt raw, the act of swallowing a bit like trying to eat glass. I coughed softly and shook my head.
“Where is Jeff?” I demanded to know, thinking of him, thinking of how eager he’d been the day of joining the firm. A green kid with a desperate need to prove himself.
He’d changed since then obviously, we all had. But whenever I thought of him all I could think of were eyes bright with the thought of challenge and a faux angelic look as the filthiest of jokes spilled from pouty lips.
“We don’t know,” Phil finally admitted with a sigh. “Cell is on but he’s not answering it, his stuff was in his truck outside your apartment but no one has seen or heard from him since he first arrived and called AJ.”
“Shit,” I cursed, wanting to do a hell of a lot more than that but someone sent the room spinning and I lay down again, closing my eyes as a brief wave of nausea spread through me.
“Shit is right,” Daniels agreed, the sound of a match being lit causing me to open my eyes as the scent of sulphur hit my nose.
I shook my head carefully, “we’re in a hospital dumbass.”
Daniels smirked and blew out the match and something about the flame being snuffed out so abruptly shook me to the core, a cold feeling growing in my stomach. A ball of dread and I closed my eyes again, fully ready to ignore the feeling for the moment.
“I’m the dumbass,” Daniels snorted, and I practically heard him shake his head. “You’re the two fools who went into an apartment without thinking to listen first.”
Memories flashed behind my closed lids and I opened them, willing them away for the moment. Willing away the moment of fear that always came with an almost-death. I’d had half a dozen at this point, one would think I would get used to it.
“There wasn’t a sound,” Phil insisted, his jaw clenched in anger and something dangerous in his eyes.
Daniels snorted, “yeah right, there’s always a sound. Always an indicator. You just need to learn how to be not so fucking blind.”
Phil bristled visibly, shoulders tensed and his back straightening so much it’s amazing he didn’t grow taller. “Fuck you Daniels.”
Growling Daniels looked at him, “excuse you?” His voice is deadly soft, and although I knew I should diffuse this mini-bomb before it took out the whole floor of the hospital I couldn’t help but watch.
“Li and I aren’t fucking rookies, we know how to do our jobs and we do it cleanly,” Phil told him, a growl in his own voice.
“Usually,” Daniels snorted, shaking his head. “Not anymore. Li as you call her won’t be returning to that apartment any time soon, not with your blood, hers and his spurted all over the fucking place.”
“Spurted?” Despite myself the words left my lips and the images that flashed through my mind were no better than the memories. “What the fuck happened?”
Phil and Daniel both turned toward me, almost identical expressions of worry painted on their faces.
“You don’t remember anything?” Phil asked me, his voice smooth, brow furrowed.
“I remember Willem, I remember gunshots,” I responded, shaking my head. “I remember feeling like I was going to die.”
“Not a nice feeling,” Daniels pointed out, as though he was trying to be helpful.
“Yes, thanks Daniels,” I bit out.
“He shot me, twice in the shoulder, one grazing my side,” Phil replied, “I stood to see him strangling you, you looked like a fucking ragdoll, lying there all limp staring at him. Never seen you cry before by the way not since…” He trailed off, seeming to remember himself within moments. “I shot him.”
“Is he dead?” I asked him.
Phil nodded his head. “You know it.”
“How touching,” Daniels snarked as he rolled his eyes. “You killed the bad man for your little girlfriend, but that doesn’t change the fact that there are eight contract killers after her because apparently she doesn’t play nicely with the Donovan’s.”
The door opened and my brother stepped through, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
“Oh great, now big and blue is here,” Daniels slipped past Hunter and out the door, slamming it behind him.
“That guy,” Hunter shook his head and made his way to my bedside, looking down at me. “You look like shit you know.”
“Wow,” I said dryly. “Do you kiss Stephanie and your daughters with that mouth?” I asked him, arching an eyebrow.
Hunter smirked and kissed my forehead. “I need your statement.”
“Ah so this is a fluffy family visit,” I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re such an asshole,” I teased.
“Yep,” Hunter nodded, pulling up a chair and flipping open his notepad. “Talk me through it.”
“Phil and I went back to my apartment, where Jeff was meant to be setting up surveillance and we went in, well Phil went in and the world went white,” I told him.
“Gunshots,” Hunter confirmed, as Phil nodded.
“I dove behind the couch, and when I turned Phil was gone,” I explained, “I dove for Willem and shot twice, I didn’t hit him with either I don’t think. He grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, held me there, told me about the twins, taunted me a bit and that was when Phil shot him, and I blacked out.”
“That is all you remember?” Hunter asked me, arching an eyebrow.
“That’s it,” I nodded my head. “He told me they had a bounty on my head.”
Hunter swore softly, closing his notebook. “This is a big deal,” he told me.
“Don’t have to tell me that,” I responded bitterly. “I usually do end up being a big deal in some way or another.”
Phil laughed softly, holding one hand up when we both looked at him. “Well it’s true,” he said.
“This came for you,” Hunter pulled out a manila envelope, the padded kind used for parcels and tossed it on the tray over my bed. “No return address, want you to look at it, then I’ll take it in for evidence.” He gave me gloves.
I opened the envelope slowly, a note falling out.
I picked it up and began to read, “Four little piggies. The first mama piggy went to market, the youngest little piggy should have stayed home, the next little piggy got a haircut, and the last piggy won’t never get home.” I showed them the paper; registering a lump in the package I tipped it.
A scream tore itself from my throat.
Jeff’s hair, bound up in blood red ribbons lay in front of us on the tray, parts of the blond clumped together in crimson.
“Jesus,” Phil murmured.
Hunter grabbed my hand and held it tight, calling for a team.