After having disposed of the body Glen lay shaking on the bed, his eyes rolling around rapidly and his breathing harsh. He tried to block out the silky feel of the skin on her neck, and the satisfying sound of the snap of that neck as it gave way under his hands. He felt his body respond and he jerked his head down to stare at the obvious tent in his sweats. He closed his eyes, praying silently for his soul before getting up from the bed and walking calmly over towards the table again.
"Accept it." The voice taunted. "You enjoyed the feeling."
"No."
"But you did, you relished the power it gave you." The voice started to deepen, flowing over Glen like warm honey. "Just imagine how good it'll feel when you wrap your hands around Kevin's neck and squeeze. Think about how amazing it will be to hear him begging you for mercy that you don't have. Just picture it, making him beg on his knees for his worthless life as you laugh at him."
"Shut up!" Glen commanded his voice bellowing loudly in the silence.
He held his breath, waiting for the voice to speak but it never did. He released the breath and looked down at the papers strewn across the table; many were covered with ideas about how to draw out pain, to torture until the person was begging for death. But at the same time what the voice had said did seem to best way to go. Glen's lips kicked up into a small smile as he pictured Kevin humbling himself on the floor, begging for Glen to go easy on him; pleading that he was sorry in the hopes of Glen backing off and leaving him be. And then Glen thought about the gratifying crunch of Kevin's vertebrae beneath his hands. His body started to tingle as the images grew sharper in his mind until he couldn't distinguish reality from fantasy. His eyes started to droop and he folded his arms; resting his head on them as he drifted off into an easy slumber.
Mark was stuffing things in his suitcase when he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone at that moment so he decided to ignore it; thinking that who ever it was would think the room empty and leave after a while.
"Mark!" Shawn's voice pierced through the door. "Mark I know you're in there." The knocking sped up, then was doubled as another fist joined in. "Mark, we're not going away until you open the door."
"Yea man, you might as open up. We can stand here all day." Hunter's voice joined in.
With a growl Mark threw his shirt into the suitcase and stormed over, wrenching the door open and snarling at the two blondes.
"What in the hell do you want?"
"We want to talk about Glen."
"What about 'im?"
"I'd rather not say out here in the hallway." Shawn hinted as he stared past Mark.
Mark groaned and moved to the side, grinding his teeth when Hunter flopped down on his bed; folding his hands under his head and crossing his feet at the ankles. Shawn opted to take up residence in one of the large chairs; his hands clutching each other tightly as his lips compressed into a tight line. Silence reigned between the three for a few moments until Mark couldn't take it anymore.
"Well, you wanted to talk. So talk already."
"Mark, you're the only one that's talked to Glen recently….well I guess not so recently; it has been two weeks…but what's going on?"
"Shawn, all we've done is yell at one another. So there's not much I can say." Mark answered truthfully. "He just seems to be completely fucking gone." Mark tapped the side of his head. "He's calm one minute and then the next he's yelling and crying……it's total fucking chaos. Why do you care? It's not like y'all had anything goin on? Or did you?" Mark bit out, watching both men for some clue as to their intentions.
Shawn shook his head, his blonde hair billowing out around him. His eyes were down cast and Mark found himself wondering if he hadn't judged Shawn out of hand. He seemed to truly care about Glen; Hunter not so much, but then again Hunter didn't care about anyone. The smaller blonde looked back up and Mark noted that there were tears gathering in the corners of his bright blue eyes.
"No Mark, we didn't have anything going on with Glen. He was just a good friend; a real good friend." Shawn sighed and ran one hand through his hair. "Since the beginning I was on your side. There was just something about you two that makes me think of pre-ordained love and soul mates. Y'all have this spark that anyone could see……well everyone but Hunter and apparently Scott. But then……when we showed up at WCW's hotel, I found out that you had hurt Glen. He didn't go into it, he just said that you hurt him in some way. I started to question whether or not what y'all had was the stuff of fairy tales…."
"Shawn….what in the hell does this have to do with the situation?" Mark demanded irritably.
"I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Anyways, I started to care for Glen like a brother, and when someone hurts family they hurt me. I found myself starting to want to strangle you, make you see what an idiot you were for hurting a man like Glen."
"Shawn get to the point." Mark growled, glaring over at Hunter whom had fallen asleep on the bed some time during Shawn's rambling.
"Mark, what I'm trying to say is……what ever is wrong with Glen; I think that you're the only one that can help him. Hunter and I, we just don't have the connection that you seem to have with him……" Shawn bit his lip before continuing. "But we want to help. I want my friend back."
"Shawn I don't think that there is anything left of Glen to bring back." Mark said lowly. "His mind is too far gone."
"No. I refuse to believe that. Somewhere deep inside is the man that we both love and care for. He can't just up and change like that."
"Shawn what aren't you understanding!?! Everything that has happened, the rapes, the failed abduction, finding Kevin and I together has completely warped his mind."
"Wait….you and; and Kevin?"
"Yea."
"What the hell Mark. After everything, you turned to the bastard that did it?"
"Looks Shawn, I've already had this conversation with Glen. I don't know why, I was too drunk and all I knew was that I needed someone to fill the hole that Glen left. Kevin was there…what in the hell do you want me to say. It was a mistake, I know that, and I've told Glen that. But nothing, NOTHING I've said or say has made any difference to him. I'm just as sick over it all as Glen, but it doesn't seem to register with him."
"Then we make it register." Shawn said as his eyes hardened slightly.
"And how do you propose we do that?"
"The same way he was snapped."
"Shawn that's not going to work. You can't force this. We could hurt him more that way."
"But what if we fix him?" Shawn pressed.
"Shawn…you're not listening, doctors can't force it, he has come back on his own."
"Mark……what if he doesn't come back on his own?"
"I don't know Shawn."
The two lasped into silence, each one trying to come up with a way that would guarantee them the return of their friend. Too bad for them, they had no idea how far gone he really was.
