CONTENT WARNING: Violence and very very strong language

***Hunter's POV***

Benoit answers the door looking half asleep.  "Are you aware what time it is?"

I restrain myself from attacking him then and there.  "I need to talk to you
about Chris Jericho."

Benoit leans against the door frame.  "What about him?  You want me to take
him out for you?  Because if you do, I have to tell you I have bigger fish to
fry...."

That did it.  His cool, callous tone caused what little calm I had left to
fly out the window.  "Oh yeah?  You do?  Then what the fuck happened in the
locker room last week?"

Abruptly, I shoved him back into his room, he stumbled but stayed on his feet
as I followed him inside.  "I don't know what you're talking about..." he
stammered.

I hit him, once, very hard, in the face, he bent over, clutching his nose.
"Wrong answer.  I have witnesses that saw you.  Wanna try again?"

He looked up at me, blood streaming from his nose.  "He was the one who broke
into my locker room...."

I slammed him against the wall, moving one arm up to press against his
throat.  "Bullshit.  I don't buy that for a second.  You have one more chance
before I start seeing how many of your bones I can break using only my hands
and feet."

"Ok...ok..." Benoit croaked.  I slightly lessened the pressure on his throat
and he took a deep breath.  "It was just business..."

I pushed him again so his head banged against the wall.  "How the hell is
that business?  How twisted is your fucking mind where you can justify that
as business?"

"I was paid!" he yelled out.  "Someone paid me to do it!"

I paused for a moment as his words sunk in.  "Who was it?"

Benoit got a panicked look in his eyes.  "I can't tell..." My fist crashing
into his face cut off his refusal.  "It was Stephanie!!!!" he cried.
"Stephanie hired me..."

Stephanie?  Dammit, I should've known that little bitch had something to do
with it... "So Stephanie hired you to assault Jericho?"  Benoit nodded
vehemently.  "That's what she told you to do, injure Chris?"  He nodded
again.  "Nothing else?" He shook his head.  I pulled him away from the wall,
and for a moment he smiled gratefully, thinking I was showing mercy....

Until I threw him on the ground.  "Then why'd you try to rape him, you sick
bastard???"  I knelt over him, using my knees to pin him to the ground.  "Did
you really think you were gonna get away with it?"  I aimed another punch at
his nose, reveling at the feeling of bone breaking under my fist.  "I should
tear your dick off so you can't hurt anyone else..."

Benoit was gasping from pain, but he managed to get out.  "Why do you care
what happens to a little queer like him?"

There goes my capacity for rational decision.  I wrapped my hands around his
throat and started to squeeze. "You fucking bastard...."

"Hunter, stop."  The voice, calm and firm behind me, cut through my rage.
Chris walked up from the door I had apparently left open.  "You're gonna kill
him if you keep choking him."

"I'd very much like to kill him.."  I muttered, but loosened my grip anyways.

Chris held his hand out to help me to stand.  "Let's go Hunter."  I took his
hand and got up off of Benoit, who looked totally shocked.  Chris stared down
at him.  "You're not gonna try and rape anyone else are you?" Benoit shook
his head as forcefully as he could.  Blood droplets splattered on my shoes.
Chris grinned humorlessly.  "That's fucking right you aren't."  He kicked
Benoit full-force in the balls and we left with him curled up in a ball with
the pain.

Joanie was waiting in the hotel room when we got back.  "You know, that blood
stain is never coming out." she said, pointing at my shirt.

I looked down and grinned viciously.  "I think I'm gonna send it to Benoit as
a reminder."

Chris got a tiny smile on his face.  "I don't think he'll need your shirt to
remind him of the incident."  He leaned his head against my side, mindful of
the blood across my chest.  "Hey Hunter?  Next time you go nearly kill
someone on my account, can you invite me along?"

I ruffled his blond hair.  "I'm hoping there won't be a next time."

Joanie smiled at us, but soon she got serious again.  "I don't mean to kill
the mood here, but do you mind if I ask if you got any kind of information on
why this happened?"

I closed my eyes, trying to fight back the anger again.  "Stephanie paid him
to attack Chris."  I swallowed deeply as I felt Chris stiffen against me.
"We had a huge fight that day...."

I opened my eyes to see Joanie seething.  "I'll be right back." she hissed.

"Where're you going?" Chris asked.

She grinned with malice.  "I'm going to go find a shirt that I don't mind
getting all bloody."

Chris looked up at me, and I looked down at him, both of us considering
whether we really wanted to unleash Joanie on the much smaller Stephanie
McMahon.  We reached the same decision at the same time.

"Have fun, Jo."

_________
Maybe Freddie Kruger will step into your dreaming
And burn you like a demon and leave you ass screaming
To be exact, I wanted to react
Mission of attack, your face was getting cracked
But you're a human being who's lucky to be breathing
And that's that....
-"Trust?", Limp Bizkit