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The Collector - 6/7 (*Slash*)
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~ADAM'S POV~
The room is too silent. Almost like a tomb. My tomb. I'm never leaving here alive. Never.
I don't know why, but memories of Mark come into sharp focus. He was the only one who really
loved me and I turned my back on him. He was my first lover, but not the last. Jason tried to love
me, but in his own strange way. I know he has problems, but he tried. Someone must have really
hurt him in the past. Then there's Jeff......
"ADAM, I'm home!"
I freeze as the voice echoes down the hall.
He's early. Why is he early?
Memories of Chris from earlier haunt me and I struggle to breathe normal.
The door creaks open and I panic, struggling frantically at my restraints. He chuckles as he walks
toward me.
I can't control the tear that slides down my cheek as I realize that I'm going to die.
He sits down beside of me and slowly caresses my back. "Did you miss me?" He asks seductively.
"Please don't kill me," I whimper.
He pauses. His hand grips a handful of my hair and yanks my head backwards. "Why not slut?"
he hisses in my ear.
"No," I whimper, unable to control the sob that escapes my throat. "I'M NOT A SLUT!"
He laughs as he crawls on the bed with me. "Time to die, bitch."
I feel the coolness of the blade as it presses underneath my neck and the stinging sensation as it
slices through the first layer of skin. Oh God, he's actually going to kill me!
"NO!" I scream as I arch up, almost in a bucking motion.
It must have caught him by surprise because he tumbles off me and the bed. His head hits the
hardwood floor with a sickening thud. I stare at his still form. His identity is still hidden by that
damn mask.
I grin as I see that he's not moving. Yes! The fall must have knocked him unconscious. I struggle
with my restraints with renewed vigor.
I yelp as something pierces my shoulder. I raise up and stare at the glistening knife that lays
before me. I smile as I lean down and grip the handle between my teeth and slowly start to saw at
the thick rope that binds my hands to the bed posts.
My neck starts to ache, but I don't dare stop. My life depends on it.
~HUNTER'S POV~
FUCK!
I've searched Jeff's apartment from top to bottom and still have no clue where he could have
taken Adam.
Was I wrong about Jeff? Maybe he wasn't the suspect.
The other detectives shake their head at me as they walk out the door. Nothing. They still think
that I'm the biggest failure in the entire department.
Frustrated, I sit down on the sofa and run my fingers through my hair. Damn. I thought for sure
Jeff would have Adam here.
Adam.
He was going to die tonight if I didn't find him.
I shiver as a cold breeze suddenly surrounds me, sending a shiver down my spine. I glance at the
door, but the others are gone. A beautiful glowing light forms before me and I stare at it
mesmerized. I can't control the gasp that escapes my throat as I realize that the forming
apparition is that of Chris Jericho.
Fuck me.
I wipe my eyes in disbelief. "You're dead," I whisper.
He smiles at me and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "And they say you're dumb," he
whispers teasingly.
"Chris, who did this to you?" I ask.
The apparition of Chris frowns. "You already know."
Riddles.
"Where did he take you?"
"I can't tell you, but I can show you."
Chris smiles as he turns and looks at the framed pictures lined up along Jeff's fireplace mantle.
I watch as one frame moves as if by invisible hands and falls off, smashing to the floor.
Chris turns back to me. "Thank you for trying to save me. You did all you could. Tell my beloved
that I will always love him, and that I'll be waiting for him."
I smile and nod as I watch him disappear.
"WAIT!" I scream. "WHERE IS HE?"
I shake my head and glance down at the shattered picture frame. Frowning, I lean down and pick
it up, careful of the broken glass.
I gasp as I realize that it's a picture of Matt and Jeff, smiling in front of an old huge house. At the
bottom in small letters it reads, "Home Sweet Home."
I stare at the picture. Fuck. I've seen that house hundreds of times and recently, too. It's on the
same route from my apartment to work. I fucking pass it all the time.
DAMN!
~JEFF'S POV~
I shake my head as I raise up. The room is still spinning. Fuck! The bitch is going to die a painful
death. I crawl up and look at the empty bed.
"NO!" I scream in uncontrollable anger. No one escaped me. No one.
I calm down as I remember that he couldn't have gotten far. Not with that leg of his.
I hear his whimpers from the hall and the soft click of a door being shut.
I laugh out loud as I realize what room he has chosen to seek refuge in. How appropriate, I can
introduce him to the others in my collection.
~ADAM'S POV~
Damn! I'd only managed to get down the hallway before he awoke.
I lock the door behind me, praying that he won't be able to open it. My leg hurts like hell and I
realize that I'll probably never walk normal again, that is, if I survive.
"I like playing hide and seek, Adam," he calls out to me.
My head snaps up at that voice. "Jeff?" I whisper.
"Yes, it's me Adam. Your angel, Jeff. I'm here to send you to heaven."
I close my eyes as I start to cry, crawling as far back as I can in the room. I wish there was some
light in the room, but then again, he could find me easier.
My heart stops as I hear him try to turn the door knob.
He laughs.
"A locked door isn't going to save you Adam," he growls.
I hear a key being put into the lock and all my hopes of escape vanish. I've only prolonged the
inevitable.
I jump as he pushes the door open. Light suddenly fills the room as he switches the light switch
on, I blink trying to adjust my eyes to it.
As I stare into those emerald eyes, he isn't the same Jeff Hardy that I knew a couple days ago.
He's a stranger to me.
"Did you meet the others?" He asks with a smirk.
I frown, not realizing what he means. He points at the shelf to my right.
I turn and look up.
I start to scream as I look at the lifeless heads of all his victims.
I didn't even see him as he crossed the room and tackled me to the floor.
"NO!" I scream as he presses the knife to my throat once again.
"This time, your head is mine."
~MARK'S POV~
I hear Adam scream and storm into the house. Not caring about what fucking laws I was probably
breaking.
I prayed that I wasn't too late.
~TBC~
