The peaceful easy feeling that lulled Glen to sleep didn't last long. During the night his dreams turned to nightmares.

Mark was standing in front of him, blood dripping from the ragged flesh of his wrists as crimson tears coursed down his face. His mouth was open in a silent scream and his arms were outstretched as if he was reaching for Glen. Horrified Glen tried to move away, but it was as if he was rooted to the spot. His legs refused to work and all he could do was flinch as Mark got closer. Soon they were face to face, Mark's breath bathing Glen's; their eyes locked. Mark raised his hand and ran it down Glen's cheek, leaving a glistening red trail. Glen shook his head and tried to move, but it was no use. The paralyzed feeling in his legs had moved up to his neck and head. All he could do was stare wide eyed as Mark bent down and kissed him; crimson tears falling on Glen's shirt as he cried.

When Mark pulled away it was as if nothing had ever been wrong. He was smiling, his auburn hair falling around his face and his green eyes dancing with life. Finding that he was able to move again, Glen brought his hand up and stared. The flesh around his wrists were shredded, blood pouring from them and he didn't have to see to know that bloody tears ran down his cheeks. Shakily he raised his arm towards Mark, but with a booming laugh Mark moved away; disappearing in a swirling fog. He tried calling out, but nothing but a moan escaped his lips. Then suddenly the empty area was filled with Kevin and Scott laughing; their faces dancing around him as the sound increased in volume. Glen pressed his hands to his ears and howled; the mocking laughter slicing through his brain cruelly.

Glen awoke in a cold sweat, his hair matted to his face and his breathing coming out in shallow bursts. Scott stirred next to him and Glen looked down at him. Instantly his face morphed into Mark's and Glen jumped sideways, landing on the floor with a dull 'thump'. From the right a pillow came flying; whacking Glen in the back of the head.

"Keep it down over there." Hunter grumbled.

Shakily Glen got to his feet and crept from the room, needing to have some space all of a sudden. Before his eyes swam visions of Mark and Glen's breathing started to speed up as did his legs. It was as if he could out run the pictures as they flashed by. Soon Glen was at a dead run and pushing past everyone in his path. He was oblivious to the stares that were aimed his way and never heard the whispers that blossomed in his wake. He sprinted out the front doors, drawing in gulping breaths. The bright light of the morning was blinding as he made his way to the rental that he and Hunter had arrived in.

He had seen Hunter hide the key under the drivers seat the night before and after a couple of minutes fishing around, extracted it. He needed to get away; away from Scott, away from Mark, and most importantly away from himself. He had no set destination in mind, he just drove; not paying attention to speed limits or exit signs. By the time the sun was in the middle of the sky Glen's eyes were starting to droop and he pulled off on the side of the road; parking under a tree. He had pulled off on the dusty country road over two hours ago and the sleepy countryside only future enhanced the fatigue that was settling over him.

He rolled the window down and reclined the seat, getting as comfortable as his long frame would allow. Within minutes he was out; his eyes twitching under their lids rapidly.


Mark hadn't seen Glen since they split at the arena. He had hoped that Glen had left after his match and headed back to the hotel and was diappointed when he found himself the only occupant in the room when he got there. He spent the night awake staring at the ceiling as his mind flashed back over the early days of their relationship. Glen had always been so full of life, smiling and laughing at any little thing. But then the whole mess with Kevin started and it all changed.

Mark scowled as his rage over the entire think started to boil again. How dare Kevin step in and take what he held most dear? Of course Mark had to be mad at himself for allowing it to happen, for giving in as he had. He had foolishly thought that Kevin would have kept his word and left Glen alone. He got up from his bed and paced the small room, the walls closing in on him. And then for Scott to move in when Glen was most vulnerable, it had to be a set up. It all had to tie together somehow. The questions were, how and why?

Where Kevin and Scott working together? And why did it matter to them whether or not that he and Glen were together? The thoughts swirled in on one another until Mark had no idea where on started and the other began. He fisted his hands in his hair and tugged, completely at wits end about the whole thing. A part of his brain was telling him that if Glen wanted him he would have picked him over Scott. That part was sufficiently silenced by the dominate part that was shouting that Glen was his and his alone and only needed to be reminded of that fact.

"You can't claim another person as if they were property." The small voice in his head whispered.

Mark growled and started stalking the room again. He had to come up with a way to make Glen want to be with him. They had been through too much together and whether or not Mark wanted to admit it, he felt extremely lonely without his large companion at his side. With a dark grin he wondered if he handed Glen, Kevin's head on a silver platter if that would fix things. He doubted it, but in that instant he knew that he had to end things where they began. And the grin that spread across his face didn't bode well for Kevin once Mark got his hands on him for the last time.