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warning: dark chapter...please read at your own risk...

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"Shh baby, I've got you, I'm right here." Shawn cooed as he ran his hands through Hunter's long hair. Hunter's head was on his chest and the bigger man was trembling from yet another nightmare. "We re going to get through this you and me, you are going to be ok." Shawn assured.

This was the morning that Hunter and Shawn both had been dreading. The return of Mark. Mark was free from jail now and the nightmares grew worse for Hunter. Shawn secretly feared Hunter's relapse in his drinking. He had noticed at times Hunter eying certain bars and stores where alcohol was sold.

"Hey let's get away for a while. Take a vacation into the mountains. We can go hunting for bear and wild animals." Shawn said with a smile in his voice, he was trying to calm Hunter from his nightmare. "Can't, we have work." Hunter said in an emotionless voice. It was a tone Shawn feared as well. For months after Hunter's attack, Hunter remained emotionless. His voice showing it.

Hunter felt a tremor run through Shawn and he looked up into his eyes. "Hey, I'm going to be alright." Hunter said trying to quench Shawn's concern. "Come on let's shower and dress. We need to head over to the arena. I promised John and Randy we would workout with them." Hunter said, wanting to take Shawn's mind off of things. And it worked too because Shawn slapped Hunter playfully on the back.

"You did what?" Shawn exclaimed. "You heard me. WE are working out with the talent today in the weight room at the arena." Hunter stated. "Awe man! why did you say that for?" Shawn whined. "Awe shucks, come one old man, got to keep up them muscles." Hunter chided. "Old man! Who are you calling an old man?" Shawn asked. He knew Hunter was trying to lighten the mood and break away from the tension the nightmares had brought.

Hunter just laughed and climbed on top of Shawn and kissed him gently. Shawn could tell by the look in Hunter's eyes that the nightmare still haunted him. They kissed some more and Hunter finally removed his hard body from Shawn's below. Both men retrieved what they needed then showered and dressed for the day.

They were on their way out the door when their house phone rang. "I will get it. Go ahead and take our things to the car" Hunter said. Shawn nodded and began grabbing up their belongs but something told him to wait.

Shawn watched Hunter as he ended the call. The fun Hunter, had left the building. "It was them. Mark's free. He was released into Evan's custody this morning. About thirty minutes ago." Hunter stated in a somber voice.

Shawn dropped their belongings and took his husband into his arms. "We will be alright. We will get through this." Shawn said. Hunter grunted in return. "What I wouldn't give for a..." His thoughts were cut off by a touch of a hand. "Your stronger than that Hunt. You're a strong man and you do not need it." Shawn said.

"Did I say that out loud? I thought, I thought it inside." Hunter asked, ashamed. Shawn looked at him in sadness, "It was written in your eyes." Shawn replied. Hunter frowned and nodded his head. "I wont drink, I promised you I would never again. I would never take the chance and become violent with you again. It killed me what I did to you." Hunter said.

"I know baby and that is in the past. Together we can and will conquer. Never forget that." Shawn said. "Ok" Hunter whispered and they shared a deep kiss. Hunter let a tear fall for what he had done to Shawn one drunken night. He had never touched Shawn like that since...

Later at the arena...

No one noticed the huge smile on Bret's face as John drank the cold liquid down. "Don't you love it when history repeats its self." Bret sighed happily. "What did you say?" Michael Cole asked as he sat down at the commentary table. "Oh nothing, I was just talking to myself." Bret stated.

"You do know that's a sign of insanity?" Cole replied. Bret just smiled a wicked smile and patted Michael on the back. He licked his lips as he watched Adam walk back over to the table and sit down.

"So what's on the agenda for tonight?" Adam asked. "Oh all kinds of yummy things." Bret whispered low in a deep voice. The way he said it had Adam's blood rushing straight down to his jean covered bulge. Bret tried not to laugh as he watched Adam adjust in his chair.

Suddenly a slap was heard and everyone stopped what they were doing to find out where the noise had came from. What everyone saw was Randy Orton holding his cheek as an angry John Cena walked away.

Adam was about to jump up and go over to Randy when Bret grasped his hand hard. "Stay! Let them handle it on their own!" Bret ordered in a tone that had Adam sitting back down and not moving. Bret saw the hurt look in Adam's eyes and laid a gentle hand down onto his upper thigh. He grasped Adam's leg lightly.

"I just didn't want you getting involved. It's probably nothing more than a spat anyway." Bret said and Adam nodded his head, enjoying the feel of Bret's hand. Bret however was turning cartwheels and handsprings inside as he watched Randy walk away toward the ramp.

History was definitely about to repeat its self...

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Hunter and Shawn were making their way through the halls of the arena as a loud crash was heard coming from a private locker room. "God Hunt, that's John and Randy's room. What the hell are they doing in there?" Shawn asked as a bad feeling crept up on him.

"I don't know but we are going to find out." Hunter said as they walked up to the door. "Please Dimples I'm sorry! What are you doing? Stop please God STOP!" Randy screamed through the door. Hunter tried to opened the door but it was locked.

He knocked and yelled Randy's name but all he received was a deafening scream in return. "NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!" Randy cried out and then there was silence. Nothing but an eerie silence. Shawn looked at Hunter and tears filled his eyes. He knew what had happened behind the closed-door.

"I'm going to go find security to open the door. We need to go to the daycare and check up on Anthony." Hunter stated. "I will stay right here and try to get one of them to come to the door." Shawn spoke. Hunter nodded and walked away from Shawn.

Moments later and Hunter came back with the key. A few other superstars had gathered back around the door but Hunter had threatened their jobs if they didn't leave. Hunter unlocked the door and his and Shawn's heart broke.

John was sitting beside of an unconscious Randy. Randy was laying on his stomach with blood seeping from his behind. "What have I done? What have I done?" was all John could say as he looked down at his bloody fist.

John was still fully clothed but Randy was naked from the waist down. Randy's trunks had been ripped from his body. Hunter couldn't move at first, not knowing what to think. Shawn however took off his jacket and laid it over Randy to cover him up. "Shut the door Hunt." Shawn stated.

Hunter walked inside and closed the door. "John what did you do" Shawn asked the man who repeatedly asked the same question. Shawn checked Randy for a pulse and found it was good. He figured Randy had passed out from the pain.

Hunter took a closer step to John and looked in the young mans dazed eyes. "John are you on something?" Hunter asked. John just kept up the same reiteration. Shawn was shocked when Hunter slapped John on the face. "Damn it Cena! Snap the fuck out of it!" Hunter growled.

John finally looked up at Hunter and the reality of what he had done shown through. It took Hunter's breath away. Shawn looked at John's bloodied hand. "Did you do what I think you did?" Shawn asked with bile rising up in his throat.

John could only nod in response. Randy finally groaned and gasped for breath. "Dimples? Hurt..." Randy said then fell back into unconsciousness. "Why John? Why did you hurt him in such a way, again?" Hunter asked in disbelief.

"I don't know. I, water? I took a drink of water...and then...I was...mad and angry...and Randy was in front of me. He touched me and I slapped him and came back here. I got more angry and when Randy came in, I locked the door and I grabbed him, and OH FUCK! I NOOO!" John screamed and immediately became sick. Before he could stop himself he vomited onto the floor.

Randy stirred again as John's scream pierced his darkness. John jumped as he felt Randy's hand touch his leg. It felt as if Randy's touch burned his skin. He stood up and headed for the door. "I'm sorry Randy! So fucking sorry!" John cried as he ran through the door.

Randy cried out for his dimples, but his John was gone. In more ways than one, his Dimples had disappeared...

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"What did you give me!" John screamed in Adam's face. Adam looked stunned at John. John had walked out to the arena by the ring, over to the commentator table and grabbed Adam by his neck. Adam gasped at John's bloody left hand.

"I don't know what you mean John." Adam said. Bret sat there and watched all of this unfold. "There was something in the water! What was in it!" John yelled. "John I, it was..." Adam said. Bret stood up pretending to protect Adam.

"John it was just plain water. I gave it too him to give to you. Here look I have more of them." Bret said and showed John the unsealed water bottles. "What the hell did you do John get onto a lovers spat and hit the hubby?" Bret laughed. John's eyes turned cold.

"No I raped him with my fist!" John spat and the darkness claimed him. Adam watched as John fell to the ground. Bret however stepped over John's body and walked away...

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