Gravelight - Chapter One
Name: Matthew “Matt” Moore Hardy
Age: 36
Occupation: Assassin/serial killer
Classifications: contract killing, child murder, consensual homicide, honor killing, lust murder, spree killer, serial killer, torture murder, feticide, cannibalism
Number of victims: +100
Weapons of choice: kitchen knife, machete, chainsaw, car battery, corkscrew
Aliases: “V1 Killer”, “The Lust Devil”, “Mattmaticial Assassin”
Notable victims:
Chris Jericho-cannibalism, stabbed by kitchen knife, then found the remains inside of his and Matt’s apartment, concluding that it was an act of a cannibal
John Cena-torture murder, stabbed near shoulder by kitchen knife in the parking lot then corkscrewed near his heart, the object still remains inside of his heart
John Morrison-torture murder, machete used to cut his arm off then chainsawed apart
Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase/Randy Orton-contract killing and lust murder, Randy had been stabbed fifty times in his body, his last being his heart, Cody was raped, had been electrocuted by the car battery twice before being stabbed with a machete, Ted had been raped, electrocuted twice and run over by Matt’s car, all this happened in Cody’s parents’ house.
Shannon Moore-lust murder, necrophilia, raped twice then killed with a machete, then the corpse had been acted on once more, a simple ‘Mine’ written across the victim’s chest, which suggests possession, it happened in the park.
Phil Brooks-lust murder, necrophilia, had been constantly raped by Matt for a while then had been stabbed by a kitchen knife, traumatized, victim is killed after been electrocuted after a rape session three times in his hotel room.
Maryse Ouellet-feticide, cannibalism, chainsawed apart but before that, she had a corkscrew digging in her stomach, killing her child instantly then ripped up her insides to expose the seven-month baby.
Kelly Kelly-cannibalism,
Adam Copeland-child murder, Adam and Jay’s seven year old son had been found dead by a machete and during the child’s funeral, Adam is attacked in his car, killed by a machete.
Jay Reso-consensual homicide, In the same way as his son’s and Adam’s death, Jay Reso had been killed by a chainsaw ripping through his chest, he died feeling sad and lonely.
Evan Bourne-lust murder, killed after being raped in Jack’s hotel room with a bottle of beer onto the floor which suggests that the Lust Devil may have used some to drug Evan.
Jack Swagger-torture murder, happy and infatuated, Jack had visited Jeff’s house only to find the doors closed shut and had been later on found with several bruises and deep cuts, barely breathing, sent to the hospital and put on ventilators, he couldn’t survive and to that, he died.
Jeff Hardy-honour killing, lust killing, torture murder, the last victim on Matt’s list-
“MIKEEEEEEEEEE!”
With that, Mike accidentally clicked onto the ‘send’ button at the frustration and stared at his incomplete information got send into the database, making Mike hit the floor with his boot, cursing inaudible curses under his breath as he quickly shut the tab that he’d been using with the navy blue background all around and went to the game he was playing as Jeff pounded towards him, hugging the young wrestler while watching him dine towards another penguin to get the points that he needed as a penguin waiter.
“Hello, Jeff.”
Mike would never admit it but he was incredibly jealous of Jeff, it wasn’t in his looks or brains or anything but it was the fact that everyone adored Jeff more than they ever did Mike, actually, when he walked into any place with the Hardy’s, he stood there invisible while both of them shook hands and calmed down fans and he couldn’t tell anyone the pang of jealousy that twisted in his stomach when he had to see this, accompanied by pain, real, horrid pain. He worked for this more than they did but they were always ahead of him and he simply despised that about them.
‘What’s wrong with me? Why does it always have to be them?! What’s wrong with Mike fucking Mizanin? Not good enough for you?’ Mike crossed his arms, his soft blue eyes staring at Jeff’s body and not that he’d like to admit it, but Mike wasn’t anything too unlike the Miz, he was cocky and he was arrogant and he was jealous despite the fact that he used to go around the ring saying ‘be jealous’ to anyone they could’ve with John Morrison-now, he was the one that was bubbling and burning with pure envy of Jeff and Matt Hardy. ‘It just isn’t fucking fair!’
Mike stood up while Jeff talked about his perfect life and his perfect brother and his perfect Swanton Bomb and his perfect, perfect, perfect everything while Mike just stood there and hoped that Jeff wouldn’t notice that Mike wasn’t listening as he walked towards the fridge and got out a packet of Skittles, and opening it up, ‘want some?”
Mike didn’t even have to ask but Jeff shook his head, making Mike arch up an eyebrow as Jeff explained, ‘I’m dieting. I mean I have to keep up my figure. It’s only for a week. I want to lose a few pounds.”
Mike looked down at his open packet as he put another red one inside of his mouth and crunched it, letting the thoughts repeat in his head. ‘No wonder he’s better than you! He’s thinner, he cares more about his figure and you’re so damn fucking ugly, aren’t you?!’ Mike walked up towards the mirror and looked at his figure and shook towards the reflection that was looking back at him as Jeff giggled. “Can you stop looking at the mirror? Honestly! You’re not that awesome!”
“Yes, yes, I am,” Mike retarded, grinning at himself but now as Jeff approached him to look at the mirror, he instantly felt completely bloated compared to Jeff and how did he look like in the ring where the camera added ten pounds? ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m hideous.’ And now, that his eyes went up and down Jeff’s body and his once again, he realized that he needed to lose the weight.
“I’m going to Matt’s right now, just wanted to check on you…can we talk for a bit?”
‘Oh damn. Something in his voice says…’
Mike sat down while Jeff stared at him, trying to find the words he wanted to use for this, vibrant soft green eyes staring at Mike’s ocean blue eyes, no words coming out of Jeff’s mouth yet but just as Mike wasn’t expecting anything to be said, Jeff spoke, ‘I’m worried about you, Mike. You don’t go out much lately and you’ve been pretty alone for some time.”
Over three months ago, Mike had found this navy blue colored website in which he could create an alternative universe and he had set his place in a random place, he had chosen Canada, and he’d put the characters with the real people’s addresses but Mike didn’t know why they needed that type of information and he had to pay $250 just to create one and he had to pay $250 a month if he wanted to continue using it, but it was the stress and anger that had gone out when he used that site and he had been locked away in his room most of the time, because he didn’t want to face Matt or Jeff or anyone else in the world. He just wanted to be alone, to think, to feel, to breathe, without losing that control that he needed to keep.
Mike had been having a huge crush onto John Cena since the day that he’d walked through the arena and the moment that he’d gotten the courage to ask him out, Jeff had done it. ‘Little slut. I swear…’ and when Jeff and John had came back to his and Jeff’s room, they had to kick Mike out who got out of the hotel and Jeff had apologized many times for it but Mike refused to forgive him for stealing the date that should’ve been his, but of course, Jeff never knew that Mike wanted John more than he appeared to want him. Not to mention that anything that was Mike’s idea was suddenly Matt’s idea in Vince’s eyes, when Mike suggested something and Matt backed him up, it was suddenly just mysteriously turned into Matt’s idea and Matt got all the credit for it.
Mike wanted to bang his head onto the table as he felt childish but he couldn’t help it. He was truly, horribly tired of seeing all of this yet he continued to see it and they had never given him a proper sorry. It was always so fucking different than it should’ve been. Mike had his head in his knees as he felt Jeff stare at him, ‘Mike?”
“Just get out of here.”
“Mike, I wanna help you-“
“Just get out of here.”
To Mike, that was his sweet voice, since he could right now give him a million reasons for hating this, for hating him, for hating the sheer reason for Jeff’s existence.
“Mike, why?”
“Why? Why the fuck are you talking to me? Don’t you have any popular, amazing person to talk to you and say your feelings to and whatever? ‘Cause I’m sick and tired of being like a toy to you. All you ever fucking do is make me walk around with you and your bitch of a brother! You say you miss me but you don’t. What do you miss? Me carrying around your bags like a servant? Get the fuck out of here.” Mike snapped, his eyes burning with fury and agony, hidden pain plastered behind that anger that was now filling in his emptiness as he turned around, crossing his arms and not bothering to look back at Jeff.
“Mike, something serious happened to you. We don’t know what or how but you changed in ways that I can’t explain, ‘Jeff’s slender hands wrap around Mike’s waist as he tried to push Mike back in an embrace as nausea took over Mike’s body at the thought of his enemy and he pulled Jeff back, staring deep into his eyes, Mike’s eyes being puffy and full of pain. “Just get out of here, Jeff.”
“No, I’m not getting out of here! Mike, you’re obviously hurt! Do you need a therapist? Do you need some help? I’m willing to help, really!”
“Stop talking to me like I’m a child, I know what you mean by ‘help’ and no thanks. I don’t want your bitch, hanging around with you anywhere you go and I’m tired and sick of…everything.” Mike sighed, holding his head in his hands, feeling his body roam with pain instead of anger, the desolation might have forced him to fall back down but he stayed still and stiff.
“Jeff?” Shannon Moore poked his head into the room, and Mike pushed Jeff off, ‘here, here he is, the princess, get him out of here, would you?”
“Mike-“
“Get out.”
With that, Jeff turned around to face Mike, anger and frustration pulsing into Jeff’s face as he slapped Mike’s face and started shaking his shoulders roughly, Mike’s eyes were onto Jeff’s face, dizziness overwhelming him as the tiredness doubled itself over him, ‘listen to me, Michael.”
“Shut up.” Mike was barely speaking up now, his voice soft and childish. “Just go.”
Jeff sighed before letting go of Mike’s shoulders and walking out, Shannon just grinning over at Mike one more time before shutting the door and Mike just let the dizziness sink in as the tiredness burned within him and he fell back towards the bed, his pants snapping tightly onto his hips as he held his head into his head, rolling onto his stomach, ‘I’m fucking hideous. So damn fat.” He swore at himself.
Age: 36
Occupation: Assassin/serial killer
Classifications: contract killing, child murder, consensual homicide, honor killing, lust murder, spree killer, serial killer, torture murder, feticide, cannibalism
Number of victims: +100
Weapons of choice: kitchen knife, machete, chainsaw, car battery, corkscrew
Aliases: “V1 Killer”, “The Lust Devil”, “Mattmaticial Assassin”
Notable victims:
Chris Jericho-cannibalism, stabbed by kitchen knife, then found the remains inside of his and Matt’s apartment, concluding that it was an act of a cannibal
John Cena-torture murder, stabbed near shoulder by kitchen knife in the parking lot then corkscrewed near his heart, the object still remains inside of his heart
John Morrison-torture murder, machete used to cut his arm off then chainsawed apart
Cody Rhodes/Ted DiBiase/Randy Orton-contract killing and lust murder, Randy had been stabbed fifty times in his body, his last being his heart, Cody was raped, had been electrocuted by the car battery twice before being stabbed with a machete, Ted had been raped, electrocuted twice and run over by Matt’s car, all this happened in Cody’s parents’ house.
Shannon Moore-lust murder, necrophilia, raped twice then killed with a machete, then the corpse had been acted on once more, a simple ‘Mine’ written across the victim’s chest, which suggests possession, it happened in the park.
Phil Brooks-lust murder, necrophilia, had been constantly raped by Matt for a while then had been stabbed by a kitchen knife, traumatized, victim is killed after been electrocuted after a rape session three times in his hotel room.
Maryse Ouellet-feticide, cannibalism, chainsawed apart but before that, she had a corkscrew digging in her stomach, killing her child instantly then ripped up her insides to expose the seven-month baby.
Kelly Kelly-cannibalism,
Adam Copeland-child murder, Adam and Jay’s seven year old son had been found dead by a machete and during the child’s funeral, Adam is attacked in his car, killed by a machete.
Jay Reso-consensual homicide, In the same way as his son’s and Adam’s death, Jay Reso had been killed by a chainsaw ripping through his chest, he died feeling sad and lonely.
Evan Bourne-lust murder, killed after being raped in Jack’s hotel room with a bottle of beer onto the floor which suggests that the Lust Devil may have used some to drug Evan.
Jack Swagger-torture murder, happy and infatuated, Jack had visited Jeff’s house only to find the doors closed shut and had been later on found with several bruises and deep cuts, barely breathing, sent to the hospital and put on ventilators, he couldn’t survive and to that, he died.
Jeff Hardy-honour killing, lust killing, torture murder, the last victim on Matt’s list-
“MIKEEEEEEEEEE!”
With that, Mike accidentally clicked onto the ‘send’ button at the frustration and stared at his incomplete information got send into the database, making Mike hit the floor with his boot, cursing inaudible curses under his breath as he quickly shut the tab that he’d been using with the navy blue background all around and went to the game he was playing as Jeff pounded towards him, hugging the young wrestler while watching him dine towards another penguin to get the points that he needed as a penguin waiter.
“Hello, Jeff.”
Mike would never admit it but he was incredibly jealous of Jeff, it wasn’t in his looks or brains or anything but it was the fact that everyone adored Jeff more than they ever did Mike, actually, when he walked into any place with the Hardy’s, he stood there invisible while both of them shook hands and calmed down fans and he couldn’t tell anyone the pang of jealousy that twisted in his stomach when he had to see this, accompanied by pain, real, horrid pain. He worked for this more than they did but they were always ahead of him and he simply despised that about them.
‘What’s wrong with me? Why does it always have to be them?! What’s wrong with Mike fucking Mizanin? Not good enough for you?’ Mike crossed his arms, his soft blue eyes staring at Jeff’s body and not that he’d like to admit it, but Mike wasn’t anything too unlike the Miz, he was cocky and he was arrogant and he was jealous despite the fact that he used to go around the ring saying ‘be jealous’ to anyone they could’ve with John Morrison-now, he was the one that was bubbling and burning with pure envy of Jeff and Matt Hardy. ‘It just isn’t fucking fair!’
Mike stood up while Jeff talked about his perfect life and his perfect brother and his perfect Swanton Bomb and his perfect, perfect, perfect everything while Mike just stood there and hoped that Jeff wouldn’t notice that Mike wasn’t listening as he walked towards the fridge and got out a packet of Skittles, and opening it up, ‘want some?”
Mike didn’t even have to ask but Jeff shook his head, making Mike arch up an eyebrow as Jeff explained, ‘I’m dieting. I mean I have to keep up my figure. It’s only for a week. I want to lose a few pounds.”
Mike looked down at his open packet as he put another red one inside of his mouth and crunched it, letting the thoughts repeat in his head. ‘No wonder he’s better than you! He’s thinner, he cares more about his figure and you’re so damn fucking ugly, aren’t you?!’ Mike walked up towards the mirror and looked at his figure and shook towards the reflection that was looking back at him as Jeff giggled. “Can you stop looking at the mirror? Honestly! You’re not that awesome!”
“Yes, yes, I am,” Mike retarded, grinning at himself but now as Jeff approached him to look at the mirror, he instantly felt completely bloated compared to Jeff and how did he look like in the ring where the camera added ten pounds? ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m hideous.’ And now, that his eyes went up and down Jeff’s body and his once again, he realized that he needed to lose the weight.
“I’m going to Matt’s right now, just wanted to check on you…can we talk for a bit?”
‘Oh damn. Something in his voice says…’
Mike sat down while Jeff stared at him, trying to find the words he wanted to use for this, vibrant soft green eyes staring at Mike’s ocean blue eyes, no words coming out of Jeff’s mouth yet but just as Mike wasn’t expecting anything to be said, Jeff spoke, ‘I’m worried about you, Mike. You don’t go out much lately and you’ve been pretty alone for some time.”
Over three months ago, Mike had found this navy blue colored website in which he could create an alternative universe and he had set his place in a random place, he had chosen Canada, and he’d put the characters with the real people’s addresses but Mike didn’t know why they needed that type of information and he had to pay $250 just to create one and he had to pay $250 a month if he wanted to continue using it, but it was the stress and anger that had gone out when he used that site and he had been locked away in his room most of the time, because he didn’t want to face Matt or Jeff or anyone else in the world. He just wanted to be alone, to think, to feel, to breathe, without losing that control that he needed to keep.
Mike had been having a huge crush onto John Cena since the day that he’d walked through the arena and the moment that he’d gotten the courage to ask him out, Jeff had done it. ‘Little slut. I swear…’ and when Jeff and John had came back to his and Jeff’s room, they had to kick Mike out who got out of the hotel and Jeff had apologized many times for it but Mike refused to forgive him for stealing the date that should’ve been his, but of course, Jeff never knew that Mike wanted John more than he appeared to want him. Not to mention that anything that was Mike’s idea was suddenly Matt’s idea in Vince’s eyes, when Mike suggested something and Matt backed him up, it was suddenly just mysteriously turned into Matt’s idea and Matt got all the credit for it.
Mike wanted to bang his head onto the table as he felt childish but he couldn’t help it. He was truly, horribly tired of seeing all of this yet he continued to see it and they had never given him a proper sorry. It was always so fucking different than it should’ve been. Mike had his head in his knees as he felt Jeff stare at him, ‘Mike?”
“Just get out of here.”
“Mike, I wanna help you-“
“Just get out of here.”
To Mike, that was his sweet voice, since he could right now give him a million reasons for hating this, for hating him, for hating the sheer reason for Jeff’s existence.
“Mike, why?”
“Why? Why the fuck are you talking to me? Don’t you have any popular, amazing person to talk to you and say your feelings to and whatever? ‘Cause I’m sick and tired of being like a toy to you. All you ever fucking do is make me walk around with you and your bitch of a brother! You say you miss me but you don’t. What do you miss? Me carrying around your bags like a servant? Get the fuck out of here.” Mike snapped, his eyes burning with fury and agony, hidden pain plastered behind that anger that was now filling in his emptiness as he turned around, crossing his arms and not bothering to look back at Jeff.
“Mike, something serious happened to you. We don’t know what or how but you changed in ways that I can’t explain, ‘Jeff’s slender hands wrap around Mike’s waist as he tried to push Mike back in an embrace as nausea took over Mike’s body at the thought of his enemy and he pulled Jeff back, staring deep into his eyes, Mike’s eyes being puffy and full of pain. “Just get out of here, Jeff.”
“No, I’m not getting out of here! Mike, you’re obviously hurt! Do you need a therapist? Do you need some help? I’m willing to help, really!”
“Stop talking to me like I’m a child, I know what you mean by ‘help’ and no thanks. I don’t want your bitch, hanging around with you anywhere you go and I’m tired and sick of…everything.” Mike sighed, holding his head in his hands, feeling his body roam with pain instead of anger, the desolation might have forced him to fall back down but he stayed still and stiff.
“Jeff?” Shannon Moore poked his head into the room, and Mike pushed Jeff off, ‘here, here he is, the princess, get him out of here, would you?”
“Mike-“
“Get out.”
With that, Jeff turned around to face Mike, anger and frustration pulsing into Jeff’s face as he slapped Mike’s face and started shaking his shoulders roughly, Mike’s eyes were onto Jeff’s face, dizziness overwhelming him as the tiredness doubled itself over him, ‘listen to me, Michael.”
“Shut up.” Mike was barely speaking up now, his voice soft and childish. “Just go.”
Jeff sighed before letting go of Mike’s shoulders and walking out, Shannon just grinning over at Mike one more time before shutting the door and Mike just let the dizziness sink in as the tiredness burned within him and he fell back towards the bed, his pants snapping tightly onto his hips as he held his head into his head, rolling onto his stomach, ‘I’m fucking hideous. So damn fat.” He swore at himself.