Chapter 9 of The Terrible Discovery

Notes for this chapter: mentions of slash-you have been warned! Also, just to let you know, Shawn and Hunter may seem a little different in this chapter-which I hope doesn't offend anyone reading this fic. Enjoy.

Hunter remained on the line with Michael as hired lawyer continued searching through the database for any clues as to whom the killer could be. Once he pressed the 'enter' key upon the keyboard, he saw a page pop up on his screen. Silently, he peered through the data until he came across a file that would surprise him.

"Hunter, hold on a second, will ya?" Hunter obliged, allowing him to place the phone down upon the table top before him. He then pressed on the file link, gaining instant access into the police's records and other information; and one person's record intrigued him the most: Don Smith. The man had a record of some auto theft along with battery charges early in his career-which left Michael stunned. The man Vince McMahon had hired as his own company's personal attorney had a sheet of prior convictions! Just why Vince would do such a thing was beyond him. He stared at the screen for the longest time before he heard Hunter's voice over the extension again. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Michael, they want US to stay in the city….and I'm afraid we can't do that. Vince won't allow us a 'leave of absence' excuse to use to keep this sick bastard at bay. What the fuck am I supposed to do, Mike?"

"Nothing….just stay where you are." It was then that Michael stumbled across another man's files….and as soon as he read them; he knew both Hunter and Shawn were in danger. "Hunter, oh my god; let me call you back, alright?" He hung up the phone and proceeded to search through the other man's lengthy criminal background profile.

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Shawn watched as Hunter solemnly put his cell back into his jeans' pocket with a grave expression on his face.

"Hunter, what did he tell ya? What's going on?"

"Shawn….we can't do what Vince tells us….we have to stay here." Hunter suddenly felt weak at will; this wasn't like him, even he knew that. But since the other night, Shawn's speech he gave him had made him think. Maybe he had wanted him back, maybe his performance from Wrestle Mania would lead to something more; but his past with the older man had taken its course and now he felt torn inside. Just then, Shawn and Hunter found themselves sitting down upon the bed side by side in silence; Hunter slowly turned his head to find Shawn's face unbearably close to his own. Without thinking, they moved closer, allowing their lips to touch. Hunter had wanted it to go further, but just couldn't allow himself the freedom to do so. He abruptly broke away from Shawn, not knowing if what he was doing was even right to begin with. He saw the hurt expression on Shawn's face; he already knew what Shawn wanted, but it was just too much too soon for the time being. Hunter stood up again and went for his bag, which was setting upon the floor.

"Hunter, I…..I didn't mean to offend you-…"

"No, it's alright. We have to get out of this hotel room-they know where the hell we are-so let's get out of here." Again, for what must have been the tenth time since trying to get back together, Shawn followed Hunter's wishes and grabbed his belongings. They would never get back together, would they? Even Shawn could see Hunter's obvious game of avoidance, and apparently he was beginning to grow impatient with it. Before he knew it, he had dropped his bag upon the edge of the bed and glared over at Hunter.

"What is up with you? What is your problem? You know, you seem to playing a game with me…..and I'm gettin' sick of it!"

"Shawn, what the fuck are you talking about? A game, what game?"

"Ya know…and don't tell me you don't! You're avoiding me, Hunter, if you don't want me back, all you have to do is tell me so; and I'll leave." He peered down at his duffel bag and grabbed it by the nylon handle.

"Shawn-don't do this…we need each other right now….please man, don't do this…you realize you're making a mistake…..Shawn I think I should tell you…"

Shawn rolled his eyes and decided enough was enough; he bluntly cut him off in mid sentence. "Tell me what? What is it Hunter? Just come on out and say it-because I'm tired of waiting!" Hunter thought for a minute and said the first thing that came to his mind; however, he would come to regret his words soon enough.

"Shawn-I thought that you should know….that if you leave me," Hunter's eyes narrowed, "your ass is in some deep shit! You need me right now, just as much as I need you….you understand me? You need me!"

Shawn picked up his duffel bag and headed for the door. Hunter quickly caught on to his attempt to escape and stood in between him and the door.

"You listen to me, Shawn…." Shawn got in Hunter's face and stared him dead in the eyes.

"Listen to you…..why the HELL should I listen to you? Look, obviously this ain't workin', so I'm just going to do you a favor, and leave; because to me it's obvious you don't want me around! Hell, you just turned me down, Hunter-and isn't that the one thing you wanted from me in the first place?" He waited for an answer, but received none. "That's what I thought. You know what-I've had it! I'm leaving!" Without a moment's hesitation, Shawn shoved Hunter out of the way and slammed the door behind him right after making his hasty exit. Hunter stood against the door frame for a second before grabbing his bags and following Shawn's trail; just hoping his instincts were not correct.

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I sit beside the boss inside this damn piece of shit truck as we wait for the little runt to make his way out through the hotel exit doors. One other thing about having the law supposedly on your side is this: you can do whatever you want, and not get your ass caught. And that is exactly what I did earlier today when I set all those fucking wired bugs in the faggots' hotel suite. If there is anything I personally hate about Shawn Michaels-it's that he's such a fucking hypocrite! Telling the world one thing and yet doing the complete opposite. And Wrestle Mania 22 had just been yet another shitty example of what I'm fucking talking about! Doing that crotch chop-what a sick ass mother fucker!

I look over to my boss as he gives me the signal of that Prima Donna's exit. Show time, BABY! This is the moment I've been waiting for, for over the past eight years! I get out of the car slowly, grabbing my crow bar in the process. Revenge is fucking sweet, I tell you!

I watch as Hunter's little lover makes his way over toward my general direction. It's either now or never. I walk up behind him from the sidewalk and before he even gets the chance to turn around and look at me, I swing the crow bar full-force, hitting the back of his head dead on! Now that's what I'm talking about.

My boss then instructs me to pick up the lower half of his sleazy, disgusting filthy body as he grabs the top half, and together we hoist him into the trunk of the truck.

"Job well done," my boss tells me with another grin on his face, "tell me, how much do I owe you when this job gets done?" He fiddles for his wallet, but I stop him before he gets the chance to take it out.

"Don't worry about that; let's just get rid of this sleazy ass bastard first!" I slam the trunk shut, and get back into the passenger side seat. This is perfect, absolutely perfect! We drive off into the night, as I watch Hunter the loser, running after our truck-what an asshole! Ditching his little girlfriend like that! This should teach him!

My boss hits the gas which sends the vehicle flying forward. We speed through several red lights, leaving the whore so many fucked up wrestling fans like to call "The Game" behind in our dust! I then turn around to look through the window glass to see our new captive is safe and secure in the back…and I can't help but smile…

…Because this will be the most rewarding killing of all…

To Be Continued…

A/N: I know there was a long wait, and chances are, I'll be finishing this story here soon. Let me know what you think by sending along a review, thanks!