Title: Hostage in the Darkness
Author: Dana
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence (lots of violence)
Summary: A new reason why Vince was the higher power.
Author's note: COMPLETELY AU! Yes one of the ideas in this fic has been over done. I tweak the Ministry history a bit. And Shane and Marissa aren't married in this fic.
Disclaimer: I own no one in this fic. WWF belongs to Vince McMahon. People in here either belong the WWF, other promotions, or themselves. I also do not claim Enter Sandman. That's Metallica. Boy that song was brilliant and always fun to listen to.
Vince McMahon sighed as he went back to his office. Things were a mess. His son was in the Ministry who was targeting his daughter. He hadn't seen it coming. He thought he had known his son. It was so unlike Shane to do something like this. Shane loved his sister.
He stopped as soon as he turned on the light and took in what was before him. His son was sitting in the desk chair looking more pale then usual. Vince noticed a song playing in the background. He'd heard it enough times when he was watching scouting tapes of ECW that he knew what it was.
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit: light
Enter: night
Grain of sand
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
"Shane..." Vince started to say.
But Shane just held up a hand. Vince noticed right away that Shane's hands were shaking. "Dad don't." Shane's voice was barely above a whisper. Vince took a better look at his son. Shane had been wearing sunglasses in the ring. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them. His face was also tear stained.
"Shane..." Vince tried again. Another hand up. Vince wasn't sure what Shane was trying to do. Was this a diversion tactic? Keep him there while the rest of the Ministry went after Stephanie and Linda?
He started to turn around and heard the door slam. "Like the real Shane Vince?" A deep voice asked from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know it was the Undertaker. "Or do you prefer him to be the cold hearted man that he pretends to be?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vince asked now becoming even more concerned for his son. What was Undertaker talking about? Pretending to be?
"You think he's an actual member of my Ministry?" Undertaker let out a harsh bitter laugh. "You truly don't know your son do you? He's been doing what I've said because he knows if he doesn't we'll hurt Stephanie. Isn't that right Shane?" Vince looked back at his son who gave a slow nod. But I've grown bored with this and am looking to add another McMahon. But not your daughter Stephanie or your wife Linda. Oh no Vince. You. I want you to pose as the higher power and be an actual member of the Ministry."
"Me? And if I don't?" Vince asked sure that he already knew the answer.
"I let the Brood have him. He'd make a good vampire don't you think Vince?"
Shane's hands started to shake more. Vince knew what Undertaker was saying was true and did explain things. "Will you let Shane go if I do?"
"I have to see how well you act first. You let anyone in on this and Shane's a vampire. You co-operate and I'll let Shane go. Your choice."
Vince looked at his son once more before agreeing.
Author: Dana
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence (lots of violence)
Summary: A new reason why Vince was the higher power.
Author's note: COMPLETELY AU! Yes one of the ideas in this fic has been over done. I tweak the Ministry history a bit. And Shane and Marissa aren't married in this fic.
Disclaimer: I own no one in this fic. WWF belongs to Vince McMahon. People in here either belong the WWF, other promotions, or themselves. I also do not claim Enter Sandman. That's Metallica. Boy that song was brilliant and always fun to listen to.
Vince McMahon sighed as he went back to his office. Things were a mess. His son was in the Ministry who was targeting his daughter. He hadn't seen it coming. He thought he had known his son. It was so unlike Shane to do something like this. Shane loved his sister.
He stopped as soon as he turned on the light and took in what was before him. His son was sitting in the desk chair looking more pale then usual. Vince noticed a song playing in the background. He'd heard it enough times when he was watching scouting tapes of ECW that he knew what it was.
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
Exit: light
Enter: night
Grain of sand
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land
"Shane..." Vince started to say.
But Shane just held up a hand. Vince noticed right away that Shane's hands were shaking. "Dad don't." Shane's voice was barely above a whisper. Vince took a better look at his son. Shane had been wearing sunglasses in the ring. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them. His face was also tear stained.
"Shane..." Vince tried again. Another hand up. Vince wasn't sure what Shane was trying to do. Was this a diversion tactic? Keep him there while the rest of the Ministry went after Stephanie and Linda?
He started to turn around and heard the door slam. "Like the real Shane Vince?" A deep voice asked from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know it was the Undertaker. "Or do you prefer him to be the cold hearted man that he pretends to be?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Vince asked now becoming even more concerned for his son. What was Undertaker talking about? Pretending to be?
"You think he's an actual member of my Ministry?" Undertaker let out a harsh bitter laugh. "You truly don't know your son do you? He's been doing what I've said because he knows if he doesn't we'll hurt Stephanie. Isn't that right Shane?" Vince looked back at his son who gave a slow nod. But I've grown bored with this and am looking to add another McMahon. But not your daughter Stephanie or your wife Linda. Oh no Vince. You. I want you to pose as the higher power and be an actual member of the Ministry."
"Me? And if I don't?" Vince asked sure that he already knew the answer.
"I let the Brood have him. He'd make a good vampire don't you think Vince?"
Shane's hands started to shake more. Vince knew what Undertaker was saying was true and did explain things. "Will you let Shane go if I do?"
"I have to see how well you act first. You let anyone in on this and Shane's a vampire. You co-operate and I'll let Shane go. Your choice."
Vince looked at his son once more before agreeing.