(Note: MAJOR thanks to Hurricane's Sidekick for helping me sort out this chapter. ^_^)

03.

Trish sat in the bed, the window wide open. It was a chilly December night, and she could hear the leaves rattling against the windowpane and the howling wind cause a breeze around her bare feet.

"You oughta shut that," Stephanie said, flipping through a magazine.

"Why can't you?"

"I am the Billion Dollar Princess."

Trish muttered something under her breath and rolled over. She would suffer with the cold. It kind of brought warmness towards her, actually. It made her feel as if the pain she were feeling was slowly being taken out of her.

"When is Hunter coming back?" She asked. Her voice was muffled against her pillow, but she didn't care. She was sure Stephanie heard her.

"Don't know. But you better be prepared," She said idly, as if she were amused at what Hunter would do to Trish next. She really did get a kick out of it.

Trish sat up quickly at that, feeling alarmed. "What for? What did I do now?" She didn't know what Hunter was ticked off about now, but she was sure she didn't do anything. He didn't know that Benoit had come to see her…Did he?

Stephanie rolled her eyes and set her magazine down. "Don't ask me. I am not involved in this pathetic little soap opera that you guys call a life." She inspected her ruby nails. "Listen." She said. "Just sleep with one eye open."

Such words of wisdom.

*

Raven sat next to Hunter in the bar, mournfully taking tiny sips of his Screwdriver. "Drink up," He heard an intoxicated Game say as he downed his fourth beer.

"Easy man," Raven said. Hunter glared at Raven, but didn't say any more. Raven decided to mind his own business. Hunter eyed the Screwdriver. "Is it any good?" He asked, nodding in the direction towards the drink.

Raven made a face. "It's bitter," He said. But he took another sip.

"Then why drink it?" Hunter asked stupidly. He scratched his dirty blonde locks, trying to find a cure for his itch.

"Because it's like life." Raven said, predictably.

Hunter got up, and almost fell to the floor. That's what you get when you don't drink responsibly, Raven smirked to himself. He pushed his drink aside and left a five dollar bill on the counter. I need to watch this. Hunter is going to make an ass out of himself.

"You know where Benoit is?" Hunter asked, dragging his lead filled legs towards the elevator.

Raven rolled his eyes. "Last I saw him, he was walking towards your room." After the words escaped his mouth, he knew it was a mistake. Especially when Hunter turned purple.

"That bastard is going to die!" Hunter vowed. Suddenly, his drunken state was loss. It was all rage now. Rage and anger. He practically ran towards the elevator, and Raven had no choice but to follow.

"I should have kept my fucking mouth shut," Raven whispered to himself.

*

Hunter didn't have time for slipping the ID card into the hotel room door. He kicked the door in, to find Stephanie had left some time ago, and Trish was asleep. Hunter growled. "WHERE'S BENOIT?" He bellowed.

That instantly woke Trish up. Her eyes widened, and she found herself unable to speak. Raven desperately wished to turn on his heel and go, but he found himself rooted to the spot.

"Raven," She whispered, shock, "you bastard! How could you—?"

Hunter knelt down to the end of the bed where Trish lay. "You didn't answer me, Trish. You're allowed to speak now. Where is he?" He yanked her hair up, making her cry out. "I…I…Don't know. Honestly, Hunter." She felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Well, get a clue and know," He hissed, he threw her head back down on the mattress. Raven stood there, unable to speak himself. "You," Hunter hissed, "you have the job of getting me the sorry ass of Benoit."

Raven shook his head. "Hunter, I don't have anything to do with this." Raven couldn't believe that he was trembling with fear. Hunter smirked. "You want to get friendly with my sledgehammer? You caused this shit, now you go get him. Now."

Very unfortunately for Benoit, he just happened to be passing by.

"Never mind," Hunter said, pushing Raven out of the way. Hunter stood in the way of Benoit. "You mother fucker. Want me to take your ass out now? Or should I just kill you with my raw bloody hands?"

Benoit looked at him, shocked. "What the fuck—?" He never got to finish that sentence, as he was met with a thunderous crack to the head, courtesy of the sledgehammer.

"Holy shit," Raven whispered. Trish screamed a bloodcurdling scream.

The blood seeped through the fingers of Benoit, who surprised himself by being alive. All he felt was the same pain in his head. He couldn't feel anything from the neck down. He didn't feel the violent kicks that HHH was delivering to his stomach, or the repeated slams of the hammer on his legs.

He did hear, though, the whimpers of an astonished Raven, and the repeated cries of "no more! Stop!" by Trish. And the worst of all was the sadistic laughter of the Cerebral Assassin.

"Stop!" Trish screamed, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her face and made her gag. "Stop! No more! You're killing him," She exclaimed, screaming and crying and kicking on the bed.

Hunter stopped his torture on Benoit for a moment. "You watch, you bitch. Watch your man die in the hands of the Game, whore." He threw his sledgehammer down on the floor and kicked Benoit one last time. He spit on him.

"Come on, Trish." Hunter grabbed Trish. He dragged her down the stairs, occasionally yelling at her to shut up. "What about Benoit?" She whispered as he yanked her forward.

"He'll lead a nice life in hell."