Chapter 8 of The Terrible Discovery

Warnings for this chapter: will get graphic and things are not as they seem.

Note I: My computer is being dumb and won't let me upload as fast as I would like to, so updates may be pending

Shawn looked back at Hunter with a frightened look in his eye. He couldn't believe what he had just told him.

"Amanda? You can't be serious….." Hunter exclaimed.

"I am….I swear to the Lord, it was her." Shawn suddenly fell silent; to both of them; this could only mean one thing. Amanda had been on the cover of People magazine, and along with Candice, the method of the murders was not looking good.

"Then….Shawn, do you know what this means? Think about it….every single woman this sick bastard has gone for so far, has been on the cover of a magazine. Man that explains quite a bit….." He remained deep in thought, until he heard his cell phone go off again. Just who was it now? He asked himself. He glanced down and read the ID…..and knew who it must have been. With a regretful feeling turning in his gut, he answered the call. "Ok, if this is some kind of sick joke-!" Then he heard it again. The terrible screaming coming from somewhere in the background; it was the killer……he was back, and was getting ready to strike again.

"Hello, Hunter, it's been a while, hasn't it? So, have you gone through with fucking Shawn Michaels yet, or are you waiting until he is drunk off his ass so you can take advantage of him?" Hunter glared at Shawn; he wanted to scream, he wanted to punch the living daylights out of this guy! Whoever the hell he was.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? Huh? I came looking for your hideout, and there you went on your charade of killing Candice and framing my ass for her murder! You sick bastard! And if you think that for a second I am falling for your sick twisted games again….."

"Oh, you shouldn't yell like that, Hunter. It's a shame that we can't sit and chat for a while; but I will tell you what you can do for me…."

Hunter looked around the room. "What I can do for you?"

"Yea, you know…you've been so cooperative so far…so I'll tell ya what. If you can do one thing for me, I will do something for you as well. How does that sound?" Hunter couldn't believe it; they had only one more day before they left for New York-what the hell did the killer want him to stay there for? So he could get framed as more murder victims were discovered?

"You know what? You bastard, can go to hell!" He listened in again and heard something that sounded like the rattling of a metal cage. What in the world?

"Wrong choice, my friend. You see, if you happen to leave this city…then the one person that means the world to you will be taken away from you…forever. Never to be heard from again-now you don't want that, do you?" Hunter's mind automatically settled on his former lover and best friend, Shawn, who was sitting right next to him. His face drained of its color as he sat there in stunned silence. Shawn looked back at him, curious of what was going on.

"Hunter-what is he sayin'?" Hunter hushed him quickly as the killer continued talking.

"That's what I thought. You stay here, and Shawn remains unharmed. Leave though, and I will personally track you down, and kill Shawn right on the spot! Is that clear?" Hunter's heart began to race as he stared straight into Shawn's eyes for the longest time. He loved the older man and now this killer's sick game was putting Shawn at risk. Hunter didn't know what to do….either go to New York and risk having Shawn stalked and murdered, or stay right in Chicago and remain safe. The options were remotely similar in the risks involved, but feeling that his possibly future with the Heart Break Kid was in jeopardy, he said the only thing that came to mind.

"Alright…..how long do you want me to stay?"

"That's my boy…" It was then the killer revealed the details of his demands and hung up the phone. Hunter felt a surge of panic again surface through his system as he replaced the receiver.

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Michael Hitchcock was within his hotel room, staring at his laptop computer before him. It had been a long two days in his opinion: filing paperwork, looking for secured documents in the police department's records; there seemed no time to do anything else, anything else until now. He had a few suspicions about some of the officers who worked for the Chicago Police Department, but all of his suspicions and leads led nowhere in unison. In fact, everywhere he seemed to look for clues as to who the actual killer might have been turned up as a dead end. It was frustrating. He was just about to go onto the AOL search log on the screen when out of nowhere, his cell phone went off.

Michael looked at the number and knew in an instant something was terribly wrong. The number was coming from Hunter's cell phone. "Hunter, is this you? What are you doing?"

"Listen, Michael-the bastard called again….he's demanding that I stay within city limits or Shawn is in risk of being killed. Come on, tell me you have something." This wasn't like Hunter, Michael thought. Hunter was usually presented as a force not to be messed with-but now he almost sounded desperate for help over the line; something Michael definitely was not used to. Not knowing what else to do, he put in a few names within the search log and pressed the 'enter' key. What he found in return would end up being one hell of a surprise….

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I cut the phone line leading to the wall as I hear that damn bitch continue to scream from inside the cage. That's right….she is now officially contained, ready to meet my boss for some good old fashioned fun. He told me not to kill her just yet, but to let him have his way with this one. Obviously he hasn't been laid in a while. He has to be pretty damn desperate to fuck a bitch like Torrie! Just the thought of doing such a nasty thing makes me sick to my stomach! I turn around to stare down at her while she pounds on the large cage door with all her might; well, what you know, she thinks I am starting to feel sympathy for her…shows how much she knows!

I smile and laugh at her as she looks at me through the wire mesh. She has no clue that I'm being so kind to her right now…hell, had it been up to me, I would have finished her whorish self off by now! She begs and pleads again, as the door to the shack flies open. My boss has arrived, so finally I can do what I've finally been paid to do! Kill this bitch and send her on her way!

"You ready?" I question impatiently. He looks at me and grabs the heel of his handgun and pulls it out of his holster. So typical…he has to always be the one in charge!

"Well, let's see what we have here," he says with a grin. He then crouches down and peers through the cage, to see the dumb blonde looking at him with a fearful look in her eyes. He smiles even more, and unlocks the cage door-just what the fuck does he think he's doing? I almost feel like killing him myself for his blunt stupidity, until I see him eying the bull whip hanging on the wall to his right. I smile just thinking of how brilliant and smart my boss really is. I grab it from the hanger on the wall and tear it down. The blonde shrieks with fear as I motion to my boss to bring her out of the cage. He does so, but not before unzipping his fly. Before I can ask the ungrateful bastard what he is doing, he bends the Torrie bitch forwards and pulls down her panties to knee level. I almost want to get sick as I realize what he is about to do. I force a smile, as he thrusts into her half-heartedly.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

He stops for a brief moment, looks up at me and smiles again. "What does it look like?"

"Looks like you need to get some Viagra-you asshole!" He glares at me and pulls out of her; and does so to the screaming wail coming from the slut. I can't believe this. He can barely get a full hard-on; much less fuck the damn bitch! Why should the mother fucker even try? Hell, he makes me look good, and that is fucking saying something! He zips up his pants, and pulls the gun to eye-level. I stop in my tracks as I stare down the barrel of the handgun for the first time since being hired to finish what my boss had started so long ago.

"You listen here, you low-life punk! I brought you into this job, and I can just as well take you out! Don't make me….now, you think you can do a better ass job…then show me, show me the best job you can fucking do!" I stand there in silence, before grabbing the whip by the leather handle. He wants a damn show, he's gonna get one! I command him to bring her upon her feet, and he does so with a slight smirk on his face. Yea, he's smiling now, but just wait until I finish; I'm going to leave him speechless!

She screams some more as I aim the bull whip straight for her back. I tell him to turn her around and he does; although hesitantly. What the hell? I am doing what he hired me to do…you know what? Fine….I'll take care of the bitch myself! I command him to drop her on the floor, and with that, I begin to slash the whip's hard, leather surface across her bare back. She lets out an agonizing yelp, a plea for forgiveness if you will. I smile to myself in complete satisfaction. Ahh, just perfect! I'm always perfect…but I'm not done yet…Oh, I'm not even close to being done…

With my one hand still on the whip handle, I grab the slut by the other and force her onto the bed. My boss stands back and watches as I continue to whip her for another ten minutes. Not bad timing, not bad at all. I then grab my instruments I have stashed across the floor, and mentally choose one among the rest. This time, my eyes are drawn to the regular bladed saw lying next to the butcher knife. This one I think I'll make slow and painful-so she can experience every single second of her death! Ha-ha! Just like that playboy bitch, Candice. I pick the instrument up from the floor and hold it upright so she can see the dimming light from outside the single small window shine across its metallic serrated blade. I then grin, as I approach her slowly. My boss gives me the signal to continue on with my work, so I do. She cries for one last time as I proceed to take the arm restraints and wrap her wrists to the bed posts; you know, so she won't move while I'm finishing her off. I hold the saw, blade-first, against her throat and take careful aim. Don't want to screw up the best part, after all. She lets out a gagging sound as I begin to cut away. I first cut the jugulars, as I always do, followed by the esophagus and the many veins which pump the poisonous blood throughout her worthless, trashy body. Her eyes grow large and dark as I quickly slash her throat clean…the screaming finally ends as I completely decapitate her. Damn, there is blood everywhere! You know, this is the only thing I hate about killing for fun, and that is the mess I always have to clean up after I'm finished! But, feeling accomplished, I have to say, this has to be the most satisfying kill I have done so far…well, this will be the second most satisfying, compared to the next victim I plan to finish off, that is.

I look back at my boss, who is smiling to high heaven in my direction. I ask him if he's impressed, and he nods his head. Just what I thought, finally, the bastard is actually satisfied with something I have done! I drop the saw and continue to glare at him.

"So, who do you have in mind now?"

He places his gun back into his holster as he says to me: "I think you know, let's get going." With that, I take off my shirt and now filthy jeans and find another business outfit to wear…There is one fact that I have learned while working as a cold-blooded killer; and that fact is: if you want to look like a lawyer, you have to learn how to dress like one, first.

To Be Continued….

A/N: So what do you think? My computer was being slow so that is the reason I have for not updating sooner. Have you figured out who the killer may be yet? Please read and review, thanks.