Dedication : see prolouge
Distribution : see part 1
Disclaimer : see prolouge and part 2
Respect the Gme (5/?)
by lirpa
Next day...
"Hunter? Hunter, wake up. We're here."
"Too early to get up."
"You have to get off the plane, they're unloading the bike right now."
"Too early to get up."
"You can sleep when we get to my house."
"Don't wanna get up."
"You have to."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"But why?" Hunter whined.
"Because we're going to my house and we won't get there if you keep sitting in that seat."
"Thought the plane was taking us to your house?"
"It took us to the airport, I'll drive us to the house. Now get up."
"Do I hafta?"
"Yes."
Hunter pulled himself up out of the seat and stumbled over to Mark before stepping out into the bright sunlight, "You didn't say it was this bright."
"You didn't ask, boy. The bike should be just over there."
"Yeah, yeah, I see it. I'm not blind you know."
"Just keep moving, boy."
"Whatever."
"Get on the bike, boy. We're going home."
"I have a name, you know."
"I know."
"Then why don't you use it?"
"Because I don't have to."
"And I do?"
"I'm not the slave."
"Just keep bringing that up," Hunter muttered sarcastically.
"If I have to."
"Can we just go?"
"What makes you can tell me what to do?"
"I'm the Game."
"It looks like I won the Game then, " Mark smirked and settled onto the bike kwith an ease born of practise.
"Well, boy, are you coming?"
"Yeah, yeah," Hunter repeated Mark's motion, albeit a little more awkwardly than he would have liked.
"Wher are we going?'
"My house."
"I know that."
"Ask a stupid question get a stupid answer."
"All your answers are stupid."
"Then all your questions must be stupid," Mark was truly enjoying himself, Hunter brought out his "inner child", something he'd hidden for a long, long time.
"Where exactly in this desert is your house?"
"Not far, we'll be jthere soon, enjoy the scenery."
Hunter only snorted.
20 minutes later...
"We're here."
"I can see that."
"Well, then get off the bike and walk up the stairs. Then open the door and enter the house. Inside you'll find another set of stairs, going up. Use those stairs and follow the hallway, third door on the left is your room. It even hasm a bed."
Hunter didn't bother replying, instead just following the directions. You could hear his heavy footsteps and as he was unloading the bike Mark heard the door opening and closing with a creak.
A minute later Sara exited teh back door, "Why'd you bring him here?" she asked.
"We made a bet, I won. He's my slave."
"And he's here because?"
"He got injured, had to have elbow surgery. This seemed like a good place to keep him."
"Uhuhh."
"Vince wants him out of the way."
"Why?"
"Didn't ask."
"Why not?"
"He's my boss."
"So?"
"I like my job, thank you."
"If I were really your wife..."
"You're no, thank God."
"Very funny."
'Anyway, he's got to stay here, don't let him leave."
"How am I going to stop him?"
"He's a one armed man, for God's sake."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Use your imagination."
"Okay, whatever, I'll try .. for you, Mark. Not for that asshole you call a boss."
"Great, here's his stuff. Just put it inside the door of my room."
"Your room?"
"I put him in my room."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Ohhh, Markie's got a crush, Markie's got a crush."
"Stop that, Sara. I do not."
"Do too, do too."
"I'm not even going to try to argue with you."
"Smart boy."
"Tell him I'll phone tonight."
"Will do."
Six hours later...
"Whaa?"
"Don't worry, boy."
"Mark?"
"Nope."
"Then who are you?"
"Come on, you know me."
"Sara?"
"Mhmmm. Mark wants to talk to you."
Sara handed Hunter the phone, not at all suprised his first words were, "Where the hell are you?"
"A house show."
"Then why am I here?"
"Because it'll be easier for you to recover off the road."
"Then why couldn't I go to my house?"
"You have a house?"
"Of course I have a house. Don't you remember? It's in Greenwich."
"I just thought you wouldn't want to live in it. Didn't you and Stephanie live there?"
"Yes," Hunter's angry mood seemed to evaporate, "yes, we did."
"Then it's better you stay at my place."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Listen, I gotta go."
"'Kay, bye."
"Bye."
Without even turning Mark turned the phone off and then added, "Don't worry, Vince, I've got it all under control."
"Good."
