Chapter 10 of The Terrible Discovery
Notes for this chapter: Thanks to all who have read and reviewed this story so far-you guys rock! So I'm continuing this story just for ya! Enjoy! Also, I don't know the wrestlers personally, take that as you will.
Warning: Mention of violence, strong language, as well as an unexpected turn of events in the next two following chapters.
Disclaimers: I think you get it by now, no own, except for Turow, Amanda, Michael Hitchcock, Don, and another unexpected character.
Michael Hitchcock had enough of searching through the files of the Chicago Police Department to realize that things were not as they seemed. Hunter had called him just moments before, telling him how Shawn had been kidnapped by that nasty bastard! It had occurred to him that Don's behavior had been strange as of recent; but the person who's file interested him the most was NOT Don, but it was another person altogether.
That particular person was none other than Officer Turow himself. Hoping his instincts were not correct, he phoned Hunter to let him know he was on his way. Michael just prayed he would not be too late.
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Hunter heard his cell phone ring one last time as he desperately climbed into his car and hit the gas. He had no idea where he was headed, but wherever it was, he was going to find Shawn, no matter what it would take. He looked at the ID on the phone's face and answered. It was Michael Hitchcock.
"Hunter, where are you?" The lawyer's voice sounded frantic.
"I'm heading eastbound, where the hell are you? And why aren't you fucking helping me find Shawn, damn it! You know, if he gets killed-I'm holding your ass responsible. And when everything is said and done, I'm going to make sure you are-…"
"Hunter, I'm on my way. Why I am asking is this: I think I know who is behind all of this, and why he is doing what he is doing, I have no idea….but look, you WILL need back up! I'm on my way!" As he went to put the phone down, he heard Hunter say something that he was not quite expecting.
"You do know that there are two of them, right?"
"Whoa, what do you mean 'two of them'?" He stopped and looked at his watch-he knew there wasn't much time left.
"When I was chasing after that fucking bastard," said Hunter, "I saw two men climb into the truck….and I know who one of them is….and he's going to be sorry he ever fucking messed with Shawn and me!"
"Ok, ok…..Hunter just listen to me, alright? I'm on my way there now; just keep me on the line as you're driving so I can trace you down. Where ever it is you are heading just remember this-don't do anything until I get there!"
"Damn lawyers!" Michael heard Hunter say before hearing nothing but silence on the other end. Had Hunter hung up on him? He certainly hoped not. But just in case, he began an automatic trace of the phone call and peered at the screen before him. He felt a sudden chill go down his spine as he realized just where the trace was heading-right to the warehouse off the interstate; he'd be damned!
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Now it was time to do what I was hired to do in the first place!
I get out of the truck, head to the trunk bed, and look at the disgusting creature lying in the back. I almost feel like fucking puking at the sight!
My boss then approaches me from behind and asks if I want to be the one to pull this son of a bastard off the truck. Damn right I'm not! I'm not touching this fucker! Not alone. I command him to grab the lower half of him and surprisingly, he does so…but not before getting up in my fucking face about it. He's turning into a bitch, you know!
Once we get our asses into the abandoned warehouse we found just a few weeks ago, we get a chair with leather straps surrounding the arms and legs of the sucker-made by me, of course!
The screw jobber known as Shawn Michaels is still unconscious, so I say fuck it, and drag his ass through the warehouse and into the chair; strap his shitty ass in and my boss heads off toward the shadows of the building as I stand there and prepare to wait until he awakens. I have to say, for one single swing to the back of his head, he got knocked out good! Hey, that's just to show you just how much of a pussy he REALLY is! ---
Twenty minutes goes by until he finally opens his eyes. I crouch down and smile at him-making sure I'm the first one he sees. Perfect!
"Wake up, sleepy head! Have a nice NAP? You should have…because as far as I'm concerned, that will be the last nap you'll ever get! You hear me, you faggot?" I wait for him to respond, which he does.
"I'm no…..fag…..Mmph…." I look at him for a second trying to make sense of what he just said. Once I recognize his slurred speech, I slap him across the head which causes his head to whiplash back. He lets out a moan before looking up at me once again. What a loser!
"Oh, you're not a fag, huh? Then explain to me why it is you're trying to fuck Hunter?" I pace around him for a few seconds as he tries to gain his wits about him; I don't even think he even knows who he is looking at. Good! He doesn't need to know who I am! But he will learn soon enough! After a few more minutes, I decide enough waiting is enough, and I grab my aluminum bat from the floor. This bastard deserves it-believe me!
I swing the bat as hard as I can muster, hitting him square on the side of the temple. A loud thump is heard throughout the warehouse as I let the affect of my brute force sink in for a bit. Shawn's head tosses to a side as he apparently "faints" right in front of me; and this guy's supposed to be the "best" wrestler? Best my ass! Otherwise he would have been able to withstand that by a long shot! I stand there; look over to my boss, who commands me to do more. I swing the bat once more, this time swinging straight down on him, seemingly shutting him up for good. That bastard never saw a thing coming, either. What a convenience! Perhaps my boss was right after all; maybe this guy is worthless after all! But before I think I am done with the damn wrestler for now, my boss tells me to get the power drill from the bag I brought with me…I do so with a smile on my face. My boss is so damn clever, it almost scares me! But damn is this night going to get a hell of a lot more interesting! I hold the power drill in my hand and press its power button, just thinking to myself where I should drill first….Ha ha ha! I love this job!
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Hunter pulled the steering wheel as hard to the left as he could, all while his mind was being thrown off track.
So many questions were bothering him; yet no answers came.
Like for one, why did the killer want Hunter to stay within the city limits? The killer went along with the fucking kidnapping of his former lover anyway! So what was the big deal in the both of them staying?
Second, Hunter hoped Shawn would find a way to forgive him for what had occurred earlier; but even Hunter knew that Shawn always took a long time to forgive and forget. Hunter just hoped Shawn would forgive him after this mess was through; if he found Shawn in time, that is.
Also, did he deserve another chance with the Heart Break Kid? After what he had done to him so long ago, Hunter wasn't quite so sure. Usually he was the guy who always got his way; but Shawn almost always seemed just out of reach. Out of his reach, until now; he had the chance to right a wrong; and there would be no way in hell some mad man and his fucking side kick was going to take that away….not over Hunter's dead body! Quickly, filled with rage and regret all at once, Hunter pushed on the gas and sped down the highway and headed for the one place he knew Michael would find him-the warehouse where a drug bust had occurred just a few weeks before. He had a feeling that was to be Shawn's location. Little did he know, he would be correct….
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Michael climbed into his cruiser and pressed the accelerator. He then put on the transmitter coming from Hunter's cell phone onto the dash board. Thank god Hunter hadn't hung up on him after all, he thought to himself. He then took a left out of the drive way and headed toward the warehouse. He couldn't believe it, the one person he thought was just another rookie cop was the one behind this; and had proven such by the choosing of location-it just happened to be the very location Officer Turow had set up his biggest drug bust yet!
To Be Continued…
A/N: I know, it's been a while! Hey, can't help life and college are getting in the way-as well as this computer. Tell me what you think so far, thanks! All comments are appreciated