A/N: Now I know that this fic has gotten confusing to you readers, but let it be known that I'm in the same boat that y'all are in. My Kane muse isn't giving me any insight into what's happening until I type it. So I'm taking the ride with you, and I'm hoping that it gets straightened out here soon, as much for y'alls sanity as for my own. With that being said, I hope y'all enjoy this newest offering and I hope it doesn't confuse you too much.
It was as if Glen had fallen off the face of the earth again. No one had seen him other than when he was in the ring. At first Mark thought that he was hiding with Shawn and Hunter again, but when he questioned them they revealed that they hadn't seen him either. The disappearances were starting to drive Mark insane. How could a man that big just up and vanish without a trace in place full of people? It was two weeks before Mark seen him again, Glen's face was drawn and his hair hanging in his face. He was sitting under a tree at the hotel and he looked so in tune to what he was doing that Mark really didn't want to interrupt him. Quietly Mark ambled over, his eyebrows congregating near his hair line as he got closer. Not one muscle on Glen's body was moving. In fact Mark couldn't even tell if Glen was breathing.
Panic chose that moment to rush through his veins. What if Glen had been attacked during the night while he was doing whatever in the he was doing and then left there against the tree for someone to find? Mark didn't see any blood of any type around or on Glen, but that didn't mean anything. Glen could have been murdered somewhere else and just dropped off here. Forgetting that he was going to be silent Mark rushed over and hurriedly started feeling around on Glen's neck for a pulse. The moment his skin touched Glen's however it was as an electric current ran through both their bodies. They both jumped back in surprise, Mark yelping at Glen's sudden movement and Glen crying out in surprise at being interrupted.
"Where the hell have you been Glen?" Mark demanded, unable to keep his hands to himself even though he plainly see that the contact made Glen uneasy.
"Everywhere…and nowhere." He replied as he shifted slightly to get away from Mark's hands.
"Seriously. You have no idea how worried we've all been." Mark frowned. You've not answered yer phone, you don't seem to check into the hotels. And other than seeing you at the arena it's like yer a nothing but a restless spirit."
"Mark what I do with myself is my own business." Glen bit out.
"Dammit Glen!" Mark got back to his feet and paced, his hands running agitatedly through his long auburn locks.
"What do you want from me Mark?" Glen demanded as he got to his feet as well and pinning Mark to the tree. "What is that you're looking for that you believe you'll find in me?" Glen's face was mere inches from Mark's and he could see the tightly control madness that glimmered in their depths.
"I'm looking for you…for us…for what we had before everything happened." Mark answered truthfully.
"You're a fool then Mark." Glen hiss as he released Mark. "I'm not longer the person you're looking for. So stop searching…for everything. Nothing will be the same. NOTHING!!!!" Glen howled his lips pulled back into a snarl.
"No, I'm not giving up on you Glen."
"Then you're even more of a fool than I thought."
Glen turned to leave but Mark was quicker; he grabbed Glen's wrist and pulled him back against his chest, locking his arms around Glen's waist tightly. Glen struggled but Mark held strong, biting his lip to keep from responding to Glen's body writhing against his in the need for freedom.
"Let me go Mark." Glen growled.
"No."
"Dammit Mark let me go. This isn't proving anything other than you're still a fool that now has a tendency for forcing yourself onto others."
"I wouldn't have to if you would just sit down and tell me what the hell is going on with you."
"For the last time Mark, there is nothing going on with me." Glen finally managed to wrench himself free and he moved away from Mark, glaring daggers as Mark stepped forwards with his hand outstretched. "Just give me another chance Glen. That's all I'm asking."
"You're asking too much."
"And dammit yer giving too little." Mark cried out. "Why can't you let go of what happened and work through whatever is bothering you with me!"
Glen pulled his bared his teeth as he got up in Mark's face, determined on unleashing all his pent up frustration, confusion and deep seated anger on him. He reached out and wrapped his hand around Marks throat applying light pressure to start out with.
"Because you have no idea what I'm going through." Glen squeezed more, letting himself slip into his memories. "You have no inkling about what it's like to be so helpless as someone assaults you over and over again; leaving you bleeding and defiled." His voice dropped lower and his grip tightened yet again; making Mark struggle hard for breath. "Then to find the one person that you think you can depend on curled up in bed with the son of a bitch that demolished your world?"
Glen started to shake violently, his eyes burning as his memories consumed him; the pain and the anguish of finding out that Mark would rather fuck Kevin than fight for what they had eating him whole. Soon that horrible gut wrenching pain was replaced by the sick knowledge that he was no better than Kevin; he had raped Scott. Sure Scott had absolved him of the crime; said that it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but still Glen had taken someone against their will, putting him in the same boat as Kevin.
"And you don't know what it's like to give yerself to someone in the hopes that they'll leave the person you love more than air, alone!" Mark bit out. "You have no idea what it's like to find the person you love more than life bleeding and half out of their mind from pain and hating that the fact that even though you didn't know it was happening, you should have known and stopped it." Marks voice grew stronger as Glen's grip slackened. "Then...then the heart imploding pain of watching that person walk away as everything that has happened between you and them meant nothing. If anyone has the right angry about everything and acting like a complete utter Jackass it's me! I've given, and given but you have given nothing in return. Yer actin like yer the only this has ever happened too. New flash yer not!"
"I-I-I'm sorry Mark. I didn't know you felt that way." Glen stumbled back, gripping at his hair and pulling hard enough to dislodge more than a few strands. "Why the fuck do I fuck everything up. What the fuck is wrong with me?!?" He started to rip out handfuls of hair, letting the strands flutter on the wind.
"Glen…" When Glen didn't respond, Mark stepped up and grabbed Glen's wrist. "Glen, listen to me…." Still there was no response so Mark did the only thing he could think of, he pulled his hand back and slapped Glen as hard as he could across the face.
Glen's head snapped to the side and Mark waited with baited breath for his reaction. Glen's curly brunette hair covered his face and Mark shifted from foot to foot as the minutes ticked by. Finally Glen righted his head, his eyes boring holes into Marks as fire flickered in their depths; giving Mark the sudden feeling that he was about to meet his maker. Slowly Glen moved towards him, his hands flexing at his sides and all Mark could do was stand there and let him approach. Soon they were nose to nose and Mark pulled in a deep breath, swallowing hard as Glen's right hand came up; his fingers lightly running down Mark's cheek.
"Innocent. So innocent." He murmured as he withdrew his hand. "I just hope that one day you can forgive me."
Nothing else was said; he just turned and started back towards the hotel, his gait slow and his head down. Mark stood there blinking as he watched Glen's retreating back, wondering what in the hell was going through Glen's mind.
"What's that supposed to mean Glen!?!?!" He yelled finally.
Glen didn't turn around and with a grumble Mark started after him, jogging to make up for the lost minutes that his paralysis had caused him. Unfortunately for him just as he made it into the lobby he felt his arm being tugged. He whipped around, ready to lay into the idiot that kept him from getting to Glen. The curses died on his tongue however when he seen Vince at his elbow.
"We need to talk." It was said curtly and Mark hung his head, wondering what it was that God had against him.
