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Secret Desires - Part 10 (*Slash*)
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~HUNTER'S POV~
The bedroom is also splattered in blood. In the middle of the room lays Chris Jericho, lifeless and pale in the
middle of the huge king-sized bed. Blood has been smeared all over his body, but I realize with relief that his chest
is rising and falling with each soft intake of air. The blood isn't his, but who's is it?
I glance back at Steve but he is standing there with a shocked expression on his face. "Chris?" He whispers in
disbelief. He looks at me confused. "I wasn't gone that long."
I've known Austin a long time. He may be a jackass, but he couldn't have done this.
Benoit brushes past me and gently shakes Chris.
A soft whimper escapes Chris' lips as he is forced awake. "No...please.....don't hurt me.....," he whispers before
he loses consciousness once again.
My eyes are drawn to the closed bathroom door and the puddle of blood that seeps from underneath it. Wonder
what's behind door number two? My guess is the source of the blood.
I take a deep breath as I open it.
Whatever I was expecting, it didn't prepare me for the sight of one very dead Matthew Hardy. The sickening
stench of death and blood invades my nostrils and I have to turn my head.
I feel sick to my stomach as I see his severed head sitting on the bathroom sink. His eyes are wide open and
staring at me, revealing the last terrified moment of his life. His mouth open as if he issued one final scream.
I look at the floor and the rest of his naked body has been dismembered. His arms and legs severed from his torso
with a clean cut. Someone had taken great pride in their work.
I hear a noise and I turn and look into Austin's eyes.
"It wasn't me," he replies quickly, shaking his head in disbelief. "It wasn't me."
I turn and walk out, pulling Austin with me. Benoit helps Chris Jericho sit up on the bed.
"Evil....devil......demon......rape......death.....," Chris murmurs incoherently as he attempts to wipe the dried blood
away from his eyes.
I tell Benoit to take Jericho to his place and clean him up. I pull Austin along with me. Even though I know he
didn't do it, I think he still needs to be in custody. Maybe protective custody. Something is wrong in Prosperity
and I have a good idea of who is behind all this madness.
~KURT'S POV~
I stare at the pages of the comic book as Hunter brings Steve in handcuffs.
"Call the state police and tell them that we have a homicide," Hunter calls out as he uncuffs Austin and shoves him
inside. He slams the door to the cell shut. "Kurt?"
I jump as he snatches my comic book away.
"Give it back!" I growl angry.
"Kurt, you have a job to do," Hunter growls angry. "Call the state police."
"Ok," I growl, snatching the book back.
Hunter shakes his head as he heads out of the office.
"Where are you going?" I ask confused as I glance at Austin.
"To meet the devil," he whispers under his breath. "Watch the prisoner closely."
"He isn't going anywhere," I reply as I open the comic book and stare at the images of Hunter's perfect body once
again. The need to possess Hunter entirely was becoming too great to ignore. I had to have him. One way or
another.....
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile as I hear the banging on the door. I wondered how long it would take the good sheriff to figure out that I'm
behind all this, but can he prove it?
It's amazing. Humans never cease to amaze me.
Wonder if he liked how I placed Matt's body in Austin's bathroom? I must admit that Bradshaw and Jeff made
Matt's life a living hell before they finally ended it. But with death comes forgiveness. Now both brothers are
together forever.
"Sheriff," I whisper undaunted as I open the door for him.
"You're under arrest," Hunter growls.
"For what?" I ask innocently.
He smirks as he looks in my eyes. "Are you a religious man, Mr. Calloway?"
Not sure where he's going with the question, I merely shrug my shoulders.
"What faith are you? Baptist? Catholic? Jew?"
"Non-denominational," I reply with a faint smirk.
"Really? Have you been here all day?" He quickly retorts.
I smile as I watch Jason slowly descend the stairs. He turns and greets him with a surprised look on his face.
"I've been here all day with Jason," I reply with a huge smile.
"Really?" He asks in disbelief as he turns to Jason.
Jason looks at him and then to me as he clutches his robe tightly. "It's true. He was with me."
"Jason?" Hunter asks concerned as he walks toward him.
I step between him and Jason. "Jason and I are lovers if you must know," I whisper with a faint smile, feeling Jason
tense behind me.
~JASON'S POV~
No! Please don't believe him! Save me!
"Is that true Jason?" Hunter asks, the question echoes in my head.
I remember Adam and what Marcus threatened to do to him and I nod.
He doesn't look convinced and I secretly hope that he can see through my deception.
"Matt Hardy has been murdered," he continues glancing at Marcus.
I shiver as I realize that I was asleep for most of the afternoon and when I awoken Marcus hadn't been there. I
bite my bottom lip as I almost tell Hunter. The only thing stopping me was the look Marcus was giving me as if he
could read my thoughts.
I watch as Hunter leans in close to Marcus. "I know you're behind Matt's death and I will prove it. You may scare
young men like Jason, but you don't scare me," he growls.
"You should be afraid. You should be "very" afraid," Marcus growled back with a dark, sinister smirk.
Hunter merely smirked back as he turned and left.
~STEVE'S POV~
My head snaps up as Hunter storms back in.
Kurt finally drops the damn comic book he's been gawking at since Hunter left. Hell, he didn't even make the call.
"I'm going out to the Hardy place," Hunter tells Kurt bluntly. "Something is not right. I know Marcus is behind this
whole mess. You called the state police right?"
"Ummm....yeah," Kurt whispers, not bothering to tell Hunter that he hadn't made that call.
A few minutes after Hunter left, Kurt stood. He glanced at me and smirked as he opened his desk drawer and
pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "You behave," he whispered to me with a blank look on his face. "I have some
business to take care of."
I growl as I look around the small cell. Nothing to do but sleep. Damn, it's hell to be sober.
~KURT'S POV~
I enjoy the touch of the cold steel of the handcuffs. I imagine how they will look around Hunter's wrists.
I've wanted him for so long.....needed him.
It's time that I took matters into my own hands. If he won't come to me, I'll go to him and get what I want.
At least the drive to the Hardy's is short. I see his patrol car parked in front of the house and a light on inside.
A grin slides across my face as I realize that we are alone. Just him and me.
"Hunter?" I call out as I enter the house.
"Kurt, what are you doing here?" He asks confused.
"Backup," I quickly retort.
He frowns, but doesn't say anything more. I can see why. The Hardy house is quite creepy. The elder Mr. Hardy
had lived here alone with his two sons, Matt and Jeff. He was a avid hunter and trophy's of animal heads lined the
walls and floors.
I waited until Hunter turned his back before hitting him over the head with my night stick. I watch mesmerized as
he fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
I glance around. I could swear that I heard laughter echoing in the night.
~TBC~
