Chapter 13 of The Terrible Discovery
Notes for chapter: I hope this chapter is satisfactory, and as for disclaimers, you already know who I own and who I don't.
Warnings for this chapter: Violence and strong language. Enjoy!
Officer Turow felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched Michael fall down for the very last time. He looked down at his gun and thought for a split second, before taking aim at his second and final victim: Hunter.
After he had found that Michael was out cold on the floor, Hunter cocked his gun, stood up, and aimed it directly for Turow. There was no way in hell he would let Officer Turow get away with murder.
"You bastard!" Hunter managed to tell Turow. "Burn in fucking hell!" Just then, he felt his finger graze the trigger, and pulled. Unfortunately for him, Turow was able to dodge the bullet just in time; which caused it to ricochet off the wall right behind him. Shit!
To this, Officer Turow let out yet another laugh. He was going to win this fight; he could feel it. "Hunter, what do you fucking care? All you want is some ass from that sleazy whore of yours….isn't that right? All this time, you didn't care about anything else….just getting some from that sleaze! Well, you better have another plan in mind because as far as I can see, that isn't going to be happening any time soon." Turow let out one final laugh of satisfaction as Hunter took his aim carefully. He wasn't going to miss this time; not if he had anything to say about it.
"You know what, Turow….you're wrong….dead wrong…." He raised his gun carefully as he spoke. "I guess I'll see you in HELL!" With that, Hunter again pulled the trigger, this time making sure not to miss. He shot Turow right between the eyes. It was then that Turow finally fell into a heap upon the floor, being silenced for the last and final time. Hunter then walked over carefully and took the gun away from Turow's body, and replaced it as his own. All while this was taking place, however, he had forgotten about the one person in the room that still had his death set in stone: Turow's brother, Brent.
Brent, feeling the burning pain from the bullet being lodged in his upper thigh, and reached for his one spare gun he had stashed under his belt. The other he had been holding, had fallen to the floor and was now too far away for him to reach it on his own. He looked inside of it, and discovered there was one final bullet left for him to use. He smiled grimly to himself before hiding the gun from sight.
"You know," Brent managed to say calmly, "my brother had told me once that you were a stupid faggot, but I never really believed him. Well, what do you know? My brother was right after all. Otherwise you would have shot me by now. Isn't that right, Hunter?" Hunter grimaced for a second, before turning around to face Brent for the first time.
"No, you're wrong….dead wrong…." Hunter grinned for a moment as he watched Brent's face take on a serious expression. "I'm keeping you alive so you can tell me where the hell Shawn is located…you don't and you can kiss your life good bye…how does that sound? Am I so stupid now?" To this, he heard Brent laugh from behind. Laughing now, is he? Hunter thought to himself, frustrated.
"I'm not showing you anything, not over my dead body! You can kiss your slut's ass good bye! He's gone….what's to say he isn't dead?" Brent clung tightly to his wound as he watched Hunter approaching him. He then watched as Hunter bent down, looking at him face to face.
"Yea, what is to say he isn't dead? Maybe it's the fact that you two were caught up in the moment by the time I got here….maybe that's it. Do you have any idea how long I was here, listening in on you two before coming in like I did? Hmm? Try for about ten minutes, you son of a bitch!" Hunter punched him with his one available fist as he continued to talk. "Don't think that for a second, I'm going to let you live for one more day! I should shoot your ass right now, but…"
"Then why don't you?" Brent questioned in a cocky manner. He was too cool about all of this, and Hunter didn't like it in the least. "You have a fucking gun, Hunter; do it…come on….get it over with….because I'm not telling you a damn thing!" Hunter, not thinking twice, aimed the gun again, this time at Brent's shoulder, and fired; sending him into violent screams of pain. "You son of a bitch!" Brent seethed in pain. "You FUCKING BASTARD! Just shoot me dead and get it over with….DO IT!" Hunter could not believe what he was doing. Throughout his life, he would have sworn he would never have to use a gun; but now, here he was, using it to get the answers he justifiably needed to find Shawn. He felt anger build inside of him as the bastard that was Brent Turow continued to howl in pain.
"I want an answer…where the hell is SHAWN?" Brent glared up at him in silence, and in return, Hunter kicked him one more time. "TELL ME DAMN IT!"
Brent, not being able to take any more torture, finally decided to give in and answer. "Ouch! Ouch, ok…..ok…I'll tell you….he's over there…." Brent pointed to the other room located to Hunter's left, and let his arm drop to the floor. Hunter turned and headed for that direction, but before he could clear the room, Brent had one last thing to say to him. "Hey Hunter…." Hunter turned and saw Brent holding a gun in his hand; Hunter felt the gut wrenching sensation of fear as he peered down at the gun in Brent's hand. "….Say hello to my brother for me…." Just then, he took one last aim, and fired.
Hunter fell down, while feeling a sudden sense of pain coming from his shin. The bastard had shot him directly in the leg!
Obviously, these fuckers didn't know how the hell to aim a gun, or Brent was simply too exhausted to care. Not knowing which one was the real answer; Hunter pulled the trigger to the gun, and shot Brent dead on the spot.
"Burn in hell, you son of a bitch!" Hunter spat before letting his gun drop to the ground for good.
Then without a second thought, Hunter ran over to check on his partner, Mr. Michael Hitchcock. "Michael….Mike….can you hear me?" Hunter placed his fingers on the man's jugular to find there was still a pulse; the man was still alive! Stunned, but relieved, Hunter attempted to reawake the detective. "Mike! Can you hear on….please….Mike! Damn it! Get up….Mike!" Noticing that Michael was breathing heavily once again, Hunter continued to call his name out of desperation. "Michael…Michael…come on…" He tapped the man on the shoulder and then shook him a few times before he saw the detective begin to come around. Five solid minutes went by, until Michael finally opened his eyes.
"Wha-what? What happened? Where am I?"
"Oh thank god! It's ok, Michael….Just stay right here…I'll be right back…." Hunter suddenly found himself running over to the other room to find the one person who needed him more than any other: Shawn Michaels.
Hunter ran through the unlocked door to the other room…and when he walked inside, he was shocked into disbelief from what he saw. There Shawn was, strapped, bound and gagged to a chair in the middle of the room; and he wasn't moving.
"SHAWN! NO!" He ran over to him, fearing he had already been too late. "SHAWN! NO….PLEASE GOD, NO! SHAWN!" He felt as if he would never be able to forgive himself if Shawn was no longer alive. He approached where Shawn sat and before he knew what he was doing, he was untying the restraints that held his boyfriend back. Dreading the worst, he ripped the restraints apart and tore the piece of duct tape from Shawn's mouth, which allowed the man to breathe. Shawn was still alive! He hadn't been too late after all! Hunter felt relieved as he released Shawn from the chair and let him down slowly onto the floor. "Shawn, can you hear me? Shawn…it's ok…..just hang in there…..help is on the way. Hold on, Shawn…." Shawn opened his eyes slightly to see Hunter there by his side, trying to reassure him. Hunter hadn't left him after all. As Shawn tried to move, Hunter held him down. "No, don't move….paramedics are on the way…..just stay still." Shawn hesitantly obeyed and remained absolutely still as help arrived on the scene. And just to think, had it not been for Hunter being there for him to begin with, Shawn may have not lived to see another day.
Soon there after, police officers and paramedics filled the abandoned warehouse, just as Hunter had promised. The police surveyed and searched the area before declaring the place an official crime scene. Michael Hitchcock had called in for additional back-up; and as that was taking place, the police filed into the room where they found both Hunter and Shawn. The ambulance was called on the scene and before Hunter had known what was happening, Shawn was being rushed out of the place on a stretcher. Just before they carried Shawn into the ambulance to be taken away to the hospital, however, Hunter looked down at Shawn and said the one thing he had wanted to say to him the entire time.
"Shawn?" Shawn looked up at him. "I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier….I hope you can forgive me….and I just wanted to let you know…." Hunter bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "…That I love you." After he had said that, the medical team hoisted Shawn into the back of the ambulance and proceeded to take him to the hospital. The ambulance was soon out of sight and there Hunter was, left standing in the middle of the driveway all alone.
Then a police officer approached him from behind with a few questions to ask.
"Mr. Hemsley," Hunter slowly turned around to face the man he had come to know from just days before, "I'm Don Smith, perhaps you may remember me from a few days ago back at the station, I just have a few questions to ask you."
Hunter, not knowing what to say in return, continued to stand there in silence.
"Mind telling me what happened here tonight?" To this, Hunter simply nodded his head, and proceeded to tell Detective and Lawyer Don Smith the entire story. After he was finished, Don left and headed back inside the now empty warehouse to investigate the rest of the crime scene.
Afterwards, Michael Hitchcock limped his way over to Hunter's side for the final time.
"How are you holding up?" Michael asked him solemnly.
"I'm doing ok; I'm alive, aren't I?" Hunter then asked him the same question.
"The medics tell me I have a nasty wound in my leg and in my upper right side of my chest due to the gun shots…..the bastard shot me twice…but I'm thankful to be alive, that's for sure. I should be ok…..I just need to get the bullets removed, and the wounds stitched up." Michael stood there quietly as Hunter thought to himself for a moment.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't all that up front with you before…..I was just so worried about Shawn…"
"I can understand that, believe me. How is Shawn, by the way? I hope he's going to be ok."
Hunter struggled with the words as he began to tell Michael the news. "I hope so, too. His chances look better than what I thought they would, but the medics aren't so optimistic. God….if he doesn't make it-…" His voice faded away with those last few words as Michael tried to comfort him.
"Yea, let's hope and pray he makes it through; but trust me, if he's as tough as Vince McMahon claims him to be…..he'll be just fine." Hunter suddenly remembered something; he and Shawn hadn't been at a taping of Raw for the past several days! And Hunter knew right away that Vince frowned upon that sort of thing from his employees. God, he hoped Vince would be able to forgive him for disobeying orders like he had. Almost as if reading his thoughts, Michael said one more thing. "And also, Don already took care of Vince for you…..Vince knows about what happened….and don't worry, you and Shawn are not fired." That fact alone made Hunter breathe a sigh of relief.
"Tell Don I said thanks. I suppose I owe him one."
"Don't mention it…..the one thing you've already done for him is get him out of the deal he was supposed to carry for Officer Turow." Hunter gave him a bewildered glance. "Oh, you didn't know? Don Smith was being black mailed into cooperating with Officer Turow and his brother, Brent. That's why he was acting the way he was at the station. Even I had to wonder…..but he was on our side the entire time….he just got involved with the wrong person; but you helped him get out of that deal…..so for that….I think he owes you." Hunter nodded his head and remained silent. His entire ordeal had made him realize just who meant the most to him after all; and for that he was truly thankful. The medics then surrounded him to check on his wound, and after a few stitches and such, he was given the all clear. He hobbled back onto his feet, and made his way back to his car. "Hey, where are you going?" Michael asked him.
Hunter turned back around. "Going to the hospital….." Catching his drift, Michael gave him a grin in response as he watched Hunter walk toward his vehicle.
Once out of sight, Hunter opened his car door and climbed inside; turned on the ignition and drove away. He knew who needed him the most, and this time around, he wasn't going to let Shawn down.
A/N: I know I have Hunter's character not so accurately portrayed in this story, but I do hope you have enjoyed this for what it was. Be looking for updates soon, and as always, your comments are greatly appreciated.