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~BENOIT'S POV~
Before Hunter and Billy can stop me, I've completely demolished my hotel room. Exhausted, I stand back and look at the mess. My chest is heaving as I look around the room.
Outrage and anger had consumed me and I had destroyed everything in my path.
He dared to touch "my" Chris.
If he had done anything to him, there would be no place on this earth that he'd be safe. I'd hunt him down and kill him......very painfully and very slowly.
"Benoit," Hunter whispered as he nervously approached me. Trish and Billy remained huddled together in the corner, too frightened to move. "We have to remain calm," Hunter continued.
"Calm?" I growl. "He kidnapped my husband!"
"We'll get him back. Trish has already got a possible lead," Billy whispers, then cowers as I glare at him.
"What lead?" I growl as I suddenly turn my attentions to Trish.
Trish pales and gulps as I come rushing at her, slamming my fists on the wall opposite her head. "A woman said that her friend knew a friend who...."
"What?" I growl impatiently. This was going no where.
"Heyman is well known in this area, but no one seems to know precisely where he lives. You see, he acts like a doctor to these people," she continues. "He gaines their trust."
"If only they knew," Billy interjected with a sneer.
"Anyway, the woman said that she would take me to her friends house tomorrow and maybe we could find the lady who told her about Dr. Heyman."
"Tomorrow?" I growl. "Why not tonight?"
"Benoit, it's late," Hunter whispers.
"So," I growl.
"Benoit....," Trish whispers, but I walk away from them. I don't want their sympathy, but I need their help.
They don't understand. Chris is my life. If anything happened to him, I'd die.
~PAUL'S POV~
I smile as I knock on Dawn Marie's door. She's the perfect DNA match for Chris, plus her female organs are healthy. A little used, but healthy.
"Paul," she says smiling as she opens the door wide for me.
"Dawn," I whisper, pulling her to me and kissing her passionately.
Her parents had died two years ago and left her a very wealthy woman, but a lonely one. Just the kind that I needed for my experiments. No family. No questions. I had personally sampled "her" goods a couple months ago after I had slipped her a pill and did a pap on her, checking to see if she'd match any of my future candidates. Much to my surprise, she matched the sample that Mark had given me of Chris' DNA perfectly.
"What are you doing here?" She asks smiling.
"Oh, you know....it's harvesting time," I reply as I hide a syringe behind my back.
"Harvesting time?" She asks confused.
"I need to harvest your reproductive organs," I growl as I plunge the needle into her neck, injecting the crippling tranquilizer into her system, loving the shocked look on her face as every muscle in her body shut down.
She barely had time to gasp as the drug took effect almost immediately. Her eyes were wide with fright as she fell helplessly to the floor.
God, I love my job. I have samples of hundreds of unsuspecting women in this town. Some of them I had gotten by drawing blood by claiming to check for illness, and the others like Dawn, I drugged and examined them, then had my way with them.
Their information was stored safely on my computer for future use. Whenever I found a match for one of my "creations", I would retrieve the girl or woman and harvest her organs. Of course, the female bled to death. After all, my attention had to be focused solely on the health of my male patients. They were worth a fortune.
~CHRIS' POV~
I awake this time and I'm in a cell laying on a small cot. My stomach hurts slightly and I realize with horror that there are two small incisions around my navel.
I sit up and look around my surroundings, and I'm surprised to find that I'm not alone.
Across from me, a young man stares at me. He, too, is naked and very pregnant.
"Who are you?" I ask nervously.
He smiles at me as he caresses his swollen abdomen. "My name is Rob. What's yours?" He asks with a childlike innocence.
"Chris," I whisper.
I watch as his hand continues to caresses his swollen abdomen. Yep, he was pregnant.
I glance down at mine. "Am I pregnant?" I gasp in horror.
He shakes his head with a slight chuckle. "No, he does an operation where he places their organs into you. The incisions are much larger."
"Who's organs?" I ask confused.
"The girls. He finds a DNA match and kidnaps the girl. He brings her here and cuts out her reproductive organs and lets her bleed to death while he places them in you," Rob explains very bluntly.
"He kills the girls?" I ask shocked. God, how was I going to tell Edge about this.
Rob nods. "After the organs are in, he starts giving you shots. Some make you very sick."
"How far along are you?" I ask as I move closer, my hand reaching out and gently caressing his stomach. I jump as the baby kicks.
"7 months," Rob whispers with a slight smile.
"How long have you been here?"
"Two years, five days, 11 hours, ten minutes, and twenty seconds."
My hopes of escaping vanish into thin air.
"You kept track of every second?" I ask amazed.
"When you're in hell that's all you can do," he whispers, lowering his eyes sadly. "There is no escape."
"There has to be a way out of here," I argue.
He shakes his head. "He's thought of everything. I was the last one until he brought you in. The others were sold."
"How many were there?"
"I saw three, three young tourists named Shannon Moore, John Cena, and Randy Orton. The Dr. said that there were more like us in the states and that their owners had paid him a hefty fee for making them that way."
"Sick freak," I growl as I remember how he had almost killed Edge.
Rob smiles as he gasps and clutches his stomach. "Sorry...the baby kicked hard that time."
"Is it Heyman's baby?" I ask, hoping for his sake that it wasn't.
"No...it belongs to Heyman's son."
"Heyman has a son?" I ask surprised.
~ROB'S POV~
I silence as I see Brock approaching. He'd left with his father to do an errand, but I knew what he was really doing....his father's dirty work again.
He'd kidnapped a girl for Chris' upcoming operation.
Chris backs away as he looks at the immense and imposing form of Brock as he approaches our cell.
I smile as I remember the first time that I saw Brock. He had scared me, too. But to be honest, his father scared me more, for he beat, raped, and experimented on me for over a year.
When Brock had asked for me, I was shocked, but pleased.
Heyman gave the final injection that jump started my cycle. Within a week, I was pregnant with Brock's child and grandpa was ecstatic, and my life had just became a living hell. I realized that I would never be leaving this place and neither would my child.
"Come," Brock whispers to me as he opens the cell door and extends his hand to me.
Chris watches me with a puzzled look on his face as I take his hand and follow him out.
Brock looks like a monster, but he's not. He's real gentle with me. To be truthful, he treats me as if I'll break.
Brock's hand caresses my swollen belly and he smiles as our baby kicks.
The happy moment lasts only for a minute and then Dr. Heyman bursts into the room.
"Hasn't that bitch delivered my grandchild yet?" He growls.
"Leave him alone," Brock growls protectively.
"Whatever," Heyman smirks as he peers in at Chris through the bars. "Hello, beautiful. Tomorrow, I'm going to make you a new man."
I watch as Chris visibly shivers as he backs away and cowers in the corner of the small cell. "Fuck off," he growls, but it is clear that he is frightened to death.
"Come," Brock whispers as he wraps an arm around me and leads me away.
Poor Chris. I wish that Brock and I could help him.
As we go to Brock's room, we pass the operating room. I frown as I see the young woman strapped onto the coroner's autopsy table. Heyman thinks it's fun to dissect the women and let their blood drip into the trays below.
"Don't look at her face," Brock whispers.
Too late.
A pair of desperate pleading eyes meets mine.
"Told you not to look," Brock whispers, placing his hand over my eyes as he leads me to our room.
~SHANE'S POV~
I glance around the room to make sure that I'm not forgetting anything. Ever since Billy called me and told me what happened to Chris, I've been worried about his safety.
There's only one way that I can be sure that he'll be safe...protect him myself. Whether he likes it or not, I'm going to Mexico.
I know he thinks that I'm overprotective, but these days and with freaks like Dr. Heyman running around, one can't be too careful with our loved ones.
I smile as I remember the surprise costume that I had packed in my suitcase. Billy had always dreamed of being swept off his feet by a superhero and I intended to do just that.
Look out Mexico.
Here comes the Hurricane.
~EDGE'S POV~
I toss and turn in bed. Sleep seems impossible tonight.
"Edge?" Christian finally asks concerned.
"I can't sleep."
Christian's fingers strum across my abdomen and I shiver. His touch is so sexually arousing even when he's just trying to be comforting. If I wasn't feeling so tired and exhausted, I'd encourage him to be more intimate.
"You like that?" He teases.
"Ummmm...," I moan approvingly.
"Don't worry about Chris. The guys will find him."
How does he always manage to read my mind?
"What if he makes him a freak like me?"
"You're not a freak," he argues as he snuggles closer.
"I'm pregnant," I remind him sarcastically.
"You're still not a freak," he growls. "You're my beautiful husband, who happens to be pregnant with our child, who will be the most beautiful baby in the world."
I sigh. I know that I'd never win an argument about this. All I could do was pray for Chris and hope that Heyman didn't get the chance to do this again to anyone. One freak like me was enough.
"I love you," we both whisper in unison.
He sighs contently as he places a kiss on my shoulder, but my eyes remain open. I'm scared that if I shut them, I'd have the same nightmare that I've been having for the last couple of nights.
~TBC~
