Hi everyone, I'm Amalia and here is my first fanfiction ever : In The End.
It will normally follow Mark career, but I will change some events or facts. The story will contain supernatural content, because the Undertaker will be so much more fun and Darker !
Sad story. Don't expect a kind and lovely Taker.
I'll try to update every two days, Please follow my story o/
Enjoy !
( read till the last chapter, I'm improving every day. Thank you for the 200 views ! [19/04/16] )
Finally some Wrestling coming in next chapter ! :D [1/05/2016]
Chapter 5 updated the 19/04/16.
Chapter 7 updated the 30/04/16.
It was past midnight now, Mark's driver just left the arena's car park after the show in Houston, Texas. The road was desert and the radio at the front of the vehicle produced the only noises the people in the car could heard. Everyone was asleep or quiet.
He turned his gaze on his wife, it was the first time he let her come and watch the show. She was beautiful like that, asleep, her long hair falling on her beautiful and calm face.
He was happy, after a long time of pain and suffering, he knew what meant the word ' family ', again.
I will not tell you about Mark's past, because everyone knew about the tragic night of the fire accident in Death Valley, and how The Und-.. No, Mark survived, and how he killed all his family.
Mark shook his head, and turned his gaze to the little girl Anna kept rocking slowly in her sleep. She looked like her mother so much, with her pink cheeks and her pale face. He stroked gently her cheek, letting a rare smile appear on his face. Whoever would see him like that wouldn't believe his eyes. Everybody knew Mark could be as sadistic as the character he carried in The WWE, but he just couldn't with his own family.
They meant everything for him, he would go crazy if something happened to them. They were his to protect, to cherish and keep safe and sound.
« Father.. ? » Mark turned his face on his very left, and smiled again at the view of his oldest child snuggled against him .
« Sleep Horia... It's late... » he began toying with her messy hair, he didn't know where she took it from. Horia was her oldest child, born a couple of minuts before her sister Mickaela. The two nine years old girls were his first treasures. They proved his love for Anna. Again, this woman gave him everything. First, somebody to love and long for, then three precious girls to love and care. Mickaela was sleeping against her sister and held her teddy bear against her chest.
« When… home ?... »
« Soon sweetheart.. soon… » And she fell asleep again at the sound of his father's deep voice.
What could Mark ask for ? He had everything, his wrestling career was bright, he had money and a precious family. After everything was taken from him, he had finally something to devote his life on.
He focused his gaze on the road weekly illuminated outside, the road was still desert. He was finally home. He could see already the lights of the city not so far. He stretched a little. The driver in the front yawned. The night's program finished on the radio. The entertainer said goodbye. They entered the city. And all of Mark's little world suddenly crushed at his feet.
All happened so quickly, the driver missed the red signal, Mark didn't see it. Al he heard was a monstrous, cacophonous noise and a brutal blow knocked him out. Then nothing but black.