Chapter 4 of The Terrible Discovery

Notes on this chapter: I own Officer Turow. Anyone else belongs to the WWE, until otherwise stated.

Enjoy reading. Keep in mind, this chapter is going to be graphic in nature-you have been warned!

Hunter pulled at the steering wheel as he made another left turn. "Shawn, I don't necessarily know where we're going, and I don't give a rat's ass-all I care about is finding Candice!" Shawn gave his former lover a look of alarm as the car continued to speed down the road.

"WHAT? What's happened? Hunter, are you gonna tell me or not? Stop leaving me in the dark; just tell me what's wrong!" Hunter gave Shawn a quick glance.

"The person who called my damn cell-that someone has Candice and is threatening to kill her if I don't find her soon! And if either of us calls the cops now, I'm afraid this bastard is going to find out, and do away with her before we can find her."

"Oh my gosh!" Shawn let out, staring out at the road that lied ahead. "So you mean to tell me there is a SERIAL killer on the loose? And he has Candice? Why the heck would someone want to go after her?"

"Supposedly this man, whoever he is, has some kind of beef with the company….so he's going after Candice to intimidate the McMahon's some how-that's all I can guess." Shawn gave him a blank glance before looking away again; so much for his special night with Hunter, Shawn thought grudgingly.

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Officer Turow shut his front door securely behind him as he entered his home for the first time that day. He had been at the murder scene throughout the entire shift, and already he was exhausted. He sure hoped someone would find some leads soon, because as it appeared for the time being, Turow wasn't going to be the one to find them. Whoever this killer was, he had to be one sick son of a bitch due to the matter of the strange woman's death. Strangulation; then to add on to it-the man had raped her. It made Turow sick to his stomach just to think such a thing could happen to an innocent woman such as the one he had seen tonight. He glanced at the clock in the kitchen as walked in and saw it was already 11pm. He let out a loud sigh as he place his hat upon the small wooden table in the center of the room, knowing that at any moment, he could pass out right there and then. He sat down, and as he did so, his pager went off.

Oh what now? He thought to himself. He pressed the button to turn it on, only to discover a number in which he didn't recognize. He rolled his eyes in agitation, and thought of turning his pager off; but curiosity got the better of him, so he strode over to the phone on the dining room wall and dialed the extension number. The voice on the other end would send shock waves through his system.

"Hello, is this Officer Turow?" A deep voice asked with authority.

"Yes, speaking, who's this?" He questioned. He rubbed his eyes and glared at the clock once again; just who would be calling at this time of night? Little did he know, he was about to find out.

"I know you're looking for me," the fake, deep voice taunted, "and I know that you just got home from such a long day. Aww, you poor thing, you bastard! If only you knew who you were dealing with, maybe you wouldn't have taken this case after all. Oh, if only you knew that this would ONLY be the beginning-of your worst nightmare! You thought that woman, that poor, defenseless bitch was the only victim you will ever have to come across-well, I suggest you think again! Because what you just stumbled upon, would be the first victim of many of mine that are bound to follow. Just to let you know, Officer Turow, I now have my next fresh victim within my sights, and I tell you now, you don't do as I say, she will never be heard from again. Understood?" Officer Turow stood there looking around his dining room speechless, what was he supposed to say? 'Yea, I understand'? He knew that if he made the killer think he had won, victim after victim would continue to surface….and there would be no stopping this mad man! He continued to be absolutely silent as the killer carry on. "Heh, what should I have known? Of course you're too stupid to understand, you whorish son of a bitch! I'll tell you what I want you to do….how about we play a little game? Yeah a game, officer. You know, where I play the bad guy of the WWE and you play as the good cop coming to get me to pull me off the streets, and becoming the savaged hero? Sounds like fun, doesn't it, Officer?" As Turow listened in without saying anything, however, he could hear the distinct screaming and crying of some woman in the background. He then felt fury plummet through his already tired body as he tried to regain his composure and hopefully shake some fear into this sick, twisted murderer, before it was too late.

"You touch that woman and I swear, you're gonna have so many officers on your ass it's not going to be funny-DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" Instead of installing fear as he had hoped, though, all he heard was sadistic laughter on the other end. It made him sick to his stomach, listening to that wrenched sound over the phone, and yet felt helpless to stop it. Then thinking to himself, he looked down at his holster and pulled out his .22 Magnum gun and reloaded it, while still listening to the twisted person taunt him eagerly.

"Tell me, officer, have you ever heard of the WWE diva that went by the name of Candice Michelle?" Turow felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up once he realized the past tense had been used-had been used by the killer himself! Shit!

"Yes….I have…." He told the stranger, trying to keep his calm, but obviously it hadn't worked too well.

"I can hear you're nervous, Turow," the stranger said sounding pleased, "let's be honest here…..you don't care what happens to this slut, do you?"

"What makes you say that?" He asked, staring at the barrel of the gun in his hand.

"Because, I can simply tell-I can tell you're a rookie cop-you're just new to the force, isn't that right, officer?" Just keep him talking, Turow, just keep him on the phone long enough….

"That's right…..who is this?" At first he heard the screams of the woman in the background, but then, after a few minutes, all he heard was silence. He could feel his face grow blanched as he stood there, placing the gun back into his holster.

"Well, that's for me to know….and for you to find out, now isn't it? Nice try, officer, but your attempt has since failed. You don't come find this bitch within the next ten minutes, she's dead…..so, you do yourself and your fucking career a god damn favor, and come find her! You don't find her-and you know what happens. Good night, Officer." Officer Turow, feeling a surge of panic rise within him, tried to keep him on the line, but to no avail. Not a second after the killer's last words, he heard the clicking sound of the phone call ending….he now had ten minutes to find this woman, or he would have another murder victim on his hands. He looked at the clock for the last time, and saw the numbers 11:30 pm written on its digital face. He then picked up the receiver in one last, desperate attempt, and called for backup; because he was obviously going to need it if the woman was going to survive…

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I hang up the phone and look at the bitch sitting taped and bound in the chair in front of me, and I smile. I can't help but get off on this part of the kill; because to me it's too gratifying for words to describe.

And just to really think-that officer really thinks he had one over on me, keeping me on the phone for as long as he did; but one thing that rookie bastard doesn't realize is that I was on a payphone the entire time. So good luck to him in trying to track me down! Stupid cops, I swear-I get them every time!

The bitch begins to moan and cry again-making me sick to my stomach! Just who does she think she is, anyway? All she is, is perhaps the biggest slut of the wrestling business-well the second biggest, besides Stephanie McMahon that is.

I approach her with the gun in my hand, and smoothly caress her embrace with it; just look at her crying like a little baby-hell, you'd think she was a two year old for crying out loud!

"Aww," I say to her reassuringly, "are you scared? It's ok to be scared, you know. It's only an emotion that we all experience at one time or another in our pathetic lives." Look at her shaking her head vigorously at me. She must really be frightened. I like that-if there is anything that could be the most satisfying out of murdering and killing for fun, it would be seeing the fear shown within the eyes of the victim before the job gets done. I watch her struggle within the restraints and try to consider my options slowly. Should I let her die quickly, or should I make it slow and painful for her? I smile again as I place the gun down upon the bed beside the chair she is sitting in. Through her duct taped mouth, she begins to scream something inaudible as she watches me pick the chain saw up from the floor. Her eyes grow wide with fear as I make my way towards her with a slight smirk on my face. This is the greatest part of all, I think to myself; the part where I finish the job once and for all. God knows how many times I have done this before. She is just one of my many victims in the WWE to come, I remind myself. I then aim the saw right for her throat as she screams even louder, this time with tears falling down her cheeks. "Now, before I begin," I start, "how would you prefer to die? Fast or slow?" Unable to hear her response through the tape conveniently wrapped around her mouth for this specific purpose, I hold off for a second as if having second thoughts. And then, I pretend as if I can actually understand her and respond "accordingly". "Fast? Ok, then. As you wish……this should take only a second…." I rev up the engine to the massive electrically-powered chain saw as I hear her scream her sleazy mouth off some more. God, won't she ever learn to shut up and let me do my job? I let the saw cut away at her throat ever so slowly, letting her feel and truly experience every second of it. Blood flies everywhere as I completely cut through her throat, which creates quite a mess, let me tell you! After her last scream can be heard, I push the chain saw in harder, making sure to sever her neck, to the point where it is hanging on by just a thread. Perfect, I contemplate to myself as I put the saw back down and take the knife out from my pocket. Now, how to go about untying this dead slut? I then go about doing just that as I time myself-only five more minutes to finish before I have to go….just perfect!

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Hunter turned down the nearest road he could find as Shawn continued to ask questions, questions he didn't feel like answering for the time being.

"Hunter, why have you been avoiding me this whole time? I thought you wanted me back-just as much as I wanted you!"

"I don't know, Shawn." Is all he could tell him. Hunter pulled onto the next dirt road beyond the paved street as he could hear Shawn continue.

"Just so you know, I still love you even after what happened so long ago." Now that caught Hunter off guard! Even after what Hunter had done to him, Shawn was still willing to forgive him? To him, there was no way in hell….

"You mean that, Shawn?" He found himself asking. Shawn nodded his head slightly. Hunter found himself speechless. Even though what was happening for the time being had nothing to do with either one of them, he still felt obligated to say something to him in return. "Wow….ok. Shawn, I….." His voice trailed off once he spotted a small, dirty shack on the side of the dirt road. Shawn turned to where Hunter was staring, and felt his blood run cold.

"You think this is the place?" He simply asked. Hunter put the car in park.

"Guess we'll have to find out now won't we. Make sure you lock the door behind you…come on….." Hunter exited the vehicle being followed closely by Shawn. They followed the single worn path leading up to the shack's front door as they heard sirens growing louder from a distance….

At that exact same moment, Turow and two other officers were tracing the location from which the phone call had come. They just happened to be following the same exact path down the same road Hunter and Shawn had made just minutes before.

"Guys," Turow announced, "I think we're coming up to the location here….get ready." The two other officers pulled out their guns and prepared for the small raid they had planned out just ten minutes ago. They came up to the same shack, and pulled into the driveway. Leaving the engine on, in case of a hasty escape becoming necessary, Turow and the others exited the cruiser and ran up toward the front door…..

Hunter and Shawn made their way through the front room of the shack when out of nowhere; they discovered a large lump of something lying upon the floor. Smelling the strong aroma of death in the air, Hunter was the first to approach the shadowy figure, only to discover it was the diva's body drenched in blood. He quickly stepped away, nearly gagging where he stood. Shawn crept behind him cautiously.

"What is that?" The Show Stopper asked.

"God damn, Shawn, get back….god damn!….." Hunter, feeling disgusted, then turned around to spot a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. He motioned toward Shawn, telling him to turn it on. Shawn did so, and then nearly collapsed from the sight that lied before them. The woman lying on the floor was none other than Candice Michelle, and it was quite obvious her head had been nearly decapitated by the chain saw lying on the floor next to her. Hunter covered his nose to hold off some of the stench that surrounded the room as he heard the door in the front of the shack open slightly. He stood up and slowly approached the where the sound had come from, not completely aware of the trail of blood he was leaving behind.

Officer Turow walked through the door and no later, realized this was indeed the place he had been looking for, unfortunately. The two other officers covered his back as he made his way though the place, step by step, making sure not to compromise anything. It was then he heard some commotion coming from the other room. He pointed toward the other door facing him on his right and slowly went straight for it. Before he could walk up to the door, however, he saw a tall, towering figure making his way toward him in the darkness. He lifted his gun in alert as he called out to the stranger he could only imagine was the killer himself.

"POLICE; PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" The tall shadow put his hands high into the air. With his gun still drawn, he approached the muscular individual with caution. Then, one of his back up officers beamed a flashlight across the tall man's face….. "Hunter Hearst Hemsley?" The other man, standing behind him was also quickly revealed within the blinding flash light beams. "Shawn Michaels? May I ask what the two of you are doing here; at the scene of a possible crime nonetheless?" He saw the two wrestlers give each other uneasy glances and knew right off the bat that something had not been quite right…..

To Be Continued…

A/N: So tell me what you think so far? I know it's quite graphic….but if you think this is bad…you haven't seen anything yet! Stay tuned for more! And as always….keep those reviews coming, thanks!