06.

She couldn't believe she stooped this low again. To be back on her knees; begging. She swore she'd never do it again. She broke her promise. Here she was in front of Hunter, on her knees. She was crying.

"Shut up, bitch. You'll draw attention to yourself." Hunter kicked her in the side. "Glad to see you came to your senses. Didn't want to see your beloved Benoit dead, would you?"

Trish looked up at him. She was a mess. Her lipstick was smudged, her mascara was running, and her clothes were wrinkled. She blinked her tears. She shook her head. "No," She mumbled. Hunter smirked. "That's what I thought."

He told her to get up off her knees, and she scrambled to her feet. He stroked a hand over her cheek lovingly. "Good to have you back," He whispered. His breath made her froze. She leaned her head against the couch, wondering what she did to deserve this.

*

Chris frowned. He was lonely. He missed her, as he looked right through the daises. "Maybe I can call her," He mused. He reached for the phone and sat up. Dialing away her cell phone number, he smiled. He was never good with numbers, but he remembered hers like it was his own.

*

Trish's cell phone rang. Yes, distraction. She thought excitedly. She reached to answer it, but Hunter grabbed it. "Give me that. I will be answering your calls from now on." Before she had a chance to protest, he had answered it.

"Trish Stratus's line." He grumbled. He's so professional, Trish thought miserably.

"What the fuck? Hunter?" Benoit asked, wishing he could get out of the bed on his own.

Hunter smirked. "Stay in bed, Benoit. You aren't going anywhere."

"You bastard! Where's Trish?"

"With me. Where she wants to be."

"WHAT?!" Benoit screamed. "Put her on the phone!"

Hunter grinned maliciously as he handed Trish her phone. "You're man whore wants to talk to you." Trish shot him a death glare. "Hello?" Her voice croaked.

"Trish," Benoit whispered, sounding hurt. "Why…?"

She bit her lip. "I couldn't turn him down. He said that if I didn't, he'd kill you."

"I should have died, then, Trish!"

"NO!" Trish screamed. "I would never let him hurt you like that," Her voice was sharp and quick, like a bow and arrow. Benoit sighed. "You're so stupid, Trish. He is just going to kill me anyway. And you, too."

Trish almost dropped the phone. She never thought of that…And Benoit was probably right… "Oh my god," She whispered. "Benoit, I—"

Hunter clicked her phone off. "That's enough phone time for today."

"I wasn't finished," She hissed.

He shrugged. "When you're with me, you follow MY rules." He explained. She frowned. "I don't like your rules. I don't want to be here. I want to go home!" She yelled.

Hunter laughed. "You made the sacrifice. You sacrificed yourself for Benoit deal with it."

"No! You're just going to kill him anyway." I glared at him.

"Well guess who just solved the puzzle?" He smirked. He pulled out his sledgehammer. She jerked up, and started moving back.

He shook his head. "You were always too damn smart for me Trish. I thought I found the girl of my dreams when I met you. And you were everything I dreamed of and more. But then we…We drifted apart." He touched her shoulder. She backed into a wall.

"And now," Hunter grinned, "we must part." She screamed, but he covered her mouth with his hand. He slammed the sledgehammer into her stomach repeatedly. He then cracked it against her back, making her fall to the floor. She was coughing up blood.

He kicked her. "Damn it," He groaned. "What does it take to kill you?" And with another crack of his sledgehammer, Trish Stratus was dead.

Hunter laughed at her lifeless body. "Stratusfaction guaranteed, huh, Trish?"

*

Hunter slipped into the hospital that night. He held his gun under his jacket. "I am here to see Mr. Chris Benoit," The woman at the reception files, sighed. "Room 214. Make it quick, because he's ill."

"Oh, it'll be very quick." Hunter smiled, patting the gun. He walked down the hall. He opened the door to 214. "Knock, knock," He grinned. Chris was on the bed, flipping the channels.

"Shit!" Chris screamed, jumping. "Get the fuck out of here!"

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Just thought I'd informed you that Trish is dead." Benoit's eyes widened. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He screamed. "How…Could you?"

"I got a little help from Mr. Hammer. First name, Sledge."

Benoit's eyes flickered. Then his face twisted into a sadistic grin, identical to Hunter's. "So we finally got her out of the picture, yeah?" Benoit unwrapped his head. It was as fine as ever.

Hunter nodded. "Yeah…I tell you, it was a long, drawn out stretched terror. But she's finally dead."

"Thank god."

Benoit and Hunter shared a handshake of victory.

--Fin

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