A/N: Alright peeps, this is the next to last chapter. I can't believe it's almost done. This chapter is a little longer than the rest, but Kane muse pushed it and pushed it, so here we go. Enjoy!
Glen had dug around for weeks looking for the perfect time to strike and all his obsessive gathering of information had finally paid off. Two weeks before Unforgiven the two rival companies would be within twenty minutes of one another. Buoyed by his find Glen called the hotel they were slated to stay at and posing as a booker for WCW managed to get Kevin's room number. With a satisfied smile he tucked all the information away and started to make up a list of things that he needed; he only had a little over a month to plan the perfect crime.
The time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye for Glen. With only a few attempts from Shawn to corner the big man. Glen had been able to side step them all, using his odd affinity to melt into a crowd to his advantage. In fact there were a few times that Shawn had walked right by him without even knowing it. The day they checked into the hotel Glen felt as if he was stepping in mind field and had no idea where the deadly saucers lay. He had left hours before the rest of the roster and checked in; becoming the proverbial hermit. He dug through his bags, pulling out the outfit he had purchased exclusively for this night. A charcoal long sleeved shirt and inky black cargo pants. His boots were rubber rain boots and in the bottom of his bag were a pair of leather gloves. He set the outfit out on the bed almost lovingly as his lips kicked up into a smile.
"Soon…." He murmured as he ran his finger over the soft cloth of the shirt.
"Yes, soon." The voice agreed. "But not soon enough for what he has done to you."
"Patience." Glen growled as he took out his shower kit and headed into the bathroom, his nerves going into overdrive.
"Patience is not an virtue for this." The voice growled back. "You should already be at WCW's hotel, sitting in room so that first as well as the last thing he sees; is you."
"You're not in charge of this anymore!" Glen yelled, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. "We're going to do it my way."
The voice didn't answer back, and Glen climbed into the tub frustrated; the reappearance of the voice having thrown Glen off of his game plan. He turned the water on as hot as it would go and scrubbed himself until his skin was raw and painful to the touch. He smiled as he drew his nails up and down his arms, loving the pain that skittered through his nerve endings. He toweled off quickly, slipping into his clothes and dropping down into one of the chairs that flanked the bed. His eyes were glued to the clock, watching the red digital number change ever so slowly until he was in a trance like state; his mind working double time as it went over the plan again and again looking for some loophole or loose seam that could destroy every thing.
Finally it was time, and Glen moved to a standing position and silently left the room. He carried nothing with him but a piece of silk to gag Kevin with incase he got too loud. Glen wanted to have some fun with Kevin before snuffing out his candle and he couldn't do that if Kevin's screaming alerted people to the fact that something was wrong. Glen took the stairs, hurrying down and hiding under the stairwells when he heard someone else coming. When he reached the bottom he cautiously pushed the door open and peered out, hoping that it gave him a good view of the lobby. It did, but unfortunately for Glen the lobby was still packed with WWF employees checking in; among them were Mark, Shawn and Hunter, the very last people that Glen wanted to see.
With a deep breath Glen moved over and hid in the shadows of the stair well. He didn't want to be seen incase one of the other guys decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. He need not have worried, everyone was too tired to do more walking than necessary and soon Glen was striding quickly through the lobby with his head down so that his hair obscured his face. He was so intent on getting to Kevin that Glen didn't notice he was being trailed.
Mark had been setting in the lobby; there was a problem with his room so he had to wait for them to straighten it out. He seen Glen heading across the lobby and he cocked his head to the side. Glen's strides were quick and he looked to be going somewhere with a purpose. Mark grabbed his suit case and followed; hurrying so that he didn't loose Glen in the shuffle like he always seemed to do. By some stroke of luck, Mark had parked only three spots from Glen's car and as Glen was situating himself; Mark slipped into his car and waited. Five minutes later Glen practically peeled out of the parking lot and Mark had to speed out to catch up with him. He had almost lost him in the traffic, but Mark sent up a grateful 'thank you' when they were both stopped at the same light.
Soon they pulled into the parking lot of another hotel and Mark's brows furrowed. Glen ghosted around the backside of the hotel and slowly; so as not to alert Glen that he was being followed, Mark followed. He bypassed Glen's car and parked a good ways down; staying in the car until Glen disappeared into one of the doors that were stationed at intervals along the bottom floor. Mark swallowed and tried to tamp down on the feeling that something incredibly bad was about to happen. He climbed out of his car and tip-toed across the blacktop as if he was afraid Glen would hear him; he ducked into the building, looking up and down the hallway thinking that maybe he had waited too long and lost Glen.
He hadn't, at the very end of the hallway Glen was letting himself into a room. Mark let out a breath and started towards the door; thinking that Glen was meeting up with Scott. Just as his hand connected with the door there was a loud thud from the inside followed by Glen's laughter. The sound sent chills down Marks spine and he steeled himself as he turned the knob. Surprisingly the door swung open; revealing Glen standing over Kevin; Kevin's hair wrapped around his fist and Glen's cock shoved deep in Kevin's mouth with his hands bound behind his back. The man on the floor had tears in his eyes from the invasion and the pain of his hair being constantly tugged back and forth. Glen's head was thrown back; his lips pulled back his teeth and his eyes closed.
Whimpers mingled with panting filled the room; rooting Mark to the spot. Glen rolled his neck and lazily looked down at Kevin, his eyes glittering as his hand tightened in Kevin's hair. He forced himself deeper and Mark watched transfixed as Glen flooded Kevin's mouth; rivulets of thick semen running from the corners. Glen pulled himself free from Kevin's mouth and sent the kneeling man the rest of the way to the floor with a hard right to the jaw. Kevin tried to wiggle away, his eyes wide as he choked on the remaining cum in his mouth. Glen stalked him across the floor, never once turning his eyes towards the door where Mark stood.
"C'mon Kev, you like this. Remember." Glen drove his foot into Kevin's gut, grinning as the air exploded from Kevin's lungs. "You like having people at your mercy." Glen kicked again, this time bringing his foot down squarely on Kevin's chest, bringing a hoarse cry from him. "What's the matter Kev…...can't take your own brand of fun?"
Mark took a step into the room, his gut screaming at him to stop it before it got too far but his mind laughing as Kevin got was coming to him. Silently he moved just enough so that he could close the door, the sound finally catching Glen's attention. He whipped his head around and snarled at Mark.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded, forgetting about Kevin for the moment.
"That's not the question Glen." Mark said calmly, his eyes tracking Kevin's slow movement across the floor. "The question is Glen…...what are you doing here?"
"Leave Mark, leave now."
"I can't do that Glen." Mark moved over to where Glen was standing, his hand resting on Glen's shoulder.
"I said GET OUT!" Glen roared, jerking his shoulder away from Mark's touch. "I have to end it. I HAVE TO AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
Glen lunged quicker than Mark anticipated; spearing him to the floor and smashing a fist into his jaw. Stars danced before Mark's eyes for a minute and he growled as he grabbed Glen's wrist; squeezing until Glen cried out in pain. The tumbled around on the floor for moment, Glen trying his best to knock Mark unconscious and Mark blocking each and every blow. Anger made Glen's punches erratic and by just pure chance he landed another hard right; this time successfully sending Mark spiraling into the darkness. Panting Glen stood, his hands shaking as he looked at the prone man on the floor. He heard Kevin bump into something and whirled around, rage contorting his face.
"Look at what you made me do!" He yelled as he descended on the terrified man. "All this is your fault."
Glen pulled Kevin up by the hair till they were nose to nose. He smiled darkly as Kevin flinched from the contact. Glen raised his free hand and wrapped it around Kevin's throat, his own pulse racing when he felt Kevin tremble. His fingers found Kevin's pulse point on his neck and he laughed as it thudded out of control; letting Glen know that he had the upper hand, that he was in charge of the situation. He tightened his grip, his eyes glazing over in a haze of blood lust as Kevin struggled to breathe. When Kevin's panicked thrashing started to wind down Glen once more tightened his grip; laughing as Kevin hacked and gagged.
"Not so fun now….is it Kev." Glen taunted, his fingers digging cruelly into the soft tissue and muscles.
Kevin's lips were already turning blue and his eyelids were starting to drift closed. Soon all movement stilled and Kevin slumped against Glen's body, his head resting on Glen's chest. With a brutal shove Glen sent Kevin to the floor; stomping down on his neck when he landed; a sickening crack sounding loudly in the silence. Before Glen could get another stomp in he was tackled to the floor by Mark. They tussled around for a little bit but Mark was able to get the upper hand when he reached over and grabbed Kevin's suitcase, bringing it down hard on the top of Glen's head. The blow only dazed him but it gave Mark enough time to yank the shoe laces from Kevin's boots and use them to bind Glen's hands. As he tightened them, Glen started to thrash, his eyes wide and face a mask of fear.
"No! No more. You can't do this again. I won't let you." Glen managed to unseat Mark and somehow get back to his feet.
He started to stomp on any part of Mark that he could find, screaming primally as Mark bellowed out in pain when his wrist was snapped clean in half. Mark rolled out of the way, clutching his wrist close to his chest. Vaugely he heard pounding on the door and tried to get over to it, but he was forced to ground by a vicious boot to the head. Another boot to the back of the head and everything went black.
