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The lyrics used at the beginning of this one are from "Don't Question My Heart"by Saliva. Yes, that's the old theme song for ECW.
I own no one involved, they all belong to the WWE. The lyrics belong to Saliva.
You tell yourself you know what to do,
When you realize that I am coming for you,
Then you change your mind and run like a child,
When you see me standing here, and now I'm standing here
The sun had long set by the time Mark and the others had reached the motel where they knew Shawn was being held against his own will by Cena and Hunter. They stopped the car a block from the hotel, deciding that it would be best to be in a spot where they couldn't be seen.
"Go see if he's there Randy," said Mark from the driver's seat, "And be careful."
Randy nodded as he slipped out the back seat door, and walked down the street towards the motel. Though it was darker than most streets, Randy was able to find his way to the motel easily, pausing a few feet from it though to figure out just what he could do. Since the room was up on the second floor, there was no way he could just sneak a peak in through the back window. No, this would be a tad bit more difficult than that. He walked slowly forward, making his way towards the staircase.
Climbing the stairs, Randy snaked himself down the path towards the room, making sure no one could see him from any of the windows. He stopped outside of the window for room 56, and moved so he was resting up on his knees before slowly moving upwards, his hands resting on the wall as he peaked through the window. The room was dark for the most part, but he could see a couple of figures moving in the small amount of light that leaked out from the bathroom.
Then, suddenly, a light clicked on inside, illuminating the room. He ducked down briefly when he saw one of them moved his way then slowly moved up again, peaking through the window once more. He could see Hunter lying on the bed with what he figured was Shawn, but he couldn't see Cena anywhere. A slight rage filled him until Cena stepped into view, a leather belt held tightly in his hands. Randy clenched his eyes closed tightly when he saw Cena go to hit the belt against Shawn. He opened his eyes again after a minute, figuring that he had enough proof that Shawn was there. He turned and began making his way back down the stairs once more.
Meanwhile, back at the car, Mark sat in agitation, wanting nothing more than to just break into that room and get Shawn back, but he knew he had to wait. He sighed heavily as leaned back in his head, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to calm himself.
"Is Randy back yet?" asked Paul, opening his eyes from the short nap he had taken in the back. Glenn shook his head, his gaze locked on the front window in hopes of seeing Randy soon.
"Oh, wait, there he is," stated Glenn, spotting the lone figure of Randy running down the street towards them. Randy opened the back door and sat down, the door open against his legs as he turned to the group.
"He's in there, Hunter is with him on the bed last time I looked, and Cena was whipping him with a belt," he reported, his eyes turning to Mark at the last portion.
A deep, loud growl escaped Mark as he climbed out of the car. The others quickly followed, figuring they were going now to get Shawn back. Mark led the group to the motel and up the stairs, making sure they made little noise as they walked down the hall to the room.
Meanwhile in the room, Hunter turned to look at Cena, his hand out stretched for the belt. Cena handed him the belt and smirked as Hunter lashed the leather piece against Shawn's body, the red mark vibrant against Shawn's pale skin. Shawn didn't scream though, he didn't groan, he was so use to all of this by now that all he did was lay there, his mind taking him to somewhere else to where he was safe, and wanted.
As Hunter raised the belt to hit Shawn again, the door flew open and both men turned slowly to see Mark standing there, a fit of fury boiling within his large body. The group of men tore into the room, but they knew not to touch Hunter. While Glenn went to get Shawn and Randy and Paul went after Cena, Mark made his way slowly towards Hunter, watching as the younger man backed himself into a corner.
Then, before Hunter could realize what was happening, Mark grabbed him and threw him against the wall hard, watching as Hunter smacked the wall then fell to the floor. He then kneeled down on the man and unleashed a fury of punches, hitting every beat of flesh he could reach, curses spewing lowly from his lips.
Mark then picked Hunter up and threw him into the chest of drawers, walking towards him and kicking at him, making the man cough up blood. He then pulled him up and began punching him again, not even bothered by the fact that Hunter wasn't even fighting back. While the others left the room, except for Cena who was lying in a blood heap in the bathroom, Mark continued his vengeful attack on Hunter.
Back at the car, Glenn placed Shawn in the back seat before turning to look at the other two, frowning faintly when he didn't see Mark with them.
"Where's Mark?" asked Glenn, shutting the door to the car so Shawn couldn't hear them.
"Still in the room beating up Hunter," answered Randy, spitting blood out of his own mouth onto the concrete.
Glenn sighed heavily and walked back to the motel, climbing the stairs quickly and making his way to the room. He stopped in the doorway, looking around for Mark. All he could see though was broken furniture and small puddles of blood on the floor. He walked slowly forward, finding Mark in the bathroom, leaning against a wall while Hunter was in the bath tub next to him, unconscious.
"Come on Mark," said Glenn softly, resting a hand on Mark's arm, "We got Shawn, we need to get him to the hospital."
Mark glanced over at him, nodded silently before following him out of the room. He walked with Glenn down the stairs then to the car, silently climbing into the backseat where Shawn was and sitting in the middle so he could hold Shawn in his arms.
"I called Vince," said Randy, gaining the other two men's attention, "He said he's sending over some of his friends that are cops to take care of Cena and Hunter. He said we won't be in trouble."
They piled into the car with Randy driving, and made their way to the hospital. Although most of them had blood splattered on them, they figured they could just say it was Shawn's and not raise suspension of those at the hospital. The ride was silent for the most part aside from Mark's soft whisperings to keep Shawn calm.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Mark carried Shawn in while the others followed. He past Shawn off to the nurses then sat in the waiting room with the others, waiting, hoping that Shawn was going to be okay.