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Introduction
"Now…you're mine…" was the last words I remembered hearing before I was savagely taken from my world. Where was he taking me? Why did he come after me again? My body felt so cold…so lifeless in his grasp. What happened to me when he pulled me through that mirror?
Let's look back into the previous tale…my name is Rachel Gutierrez. I'm the younger sister of Rey Mysterio who works in the WWE. My aunt, Vickie Guerrero was the general manager of Smackdown and did something to piss off the man who currently held me captive. I thought we had gotten that settled? I thought this was all over…but clearly it wasn't. I had no clue what the hell was going on especially when I was finally regaining consciousness.
The events of what happened to me before raged through my mind as I felt my body growing warmer again. I could see everything that had happened, every conversation I had with my brother and aunt…every nightmare I endured. It was then that I realized…I wasn't breathing. My lungs soon started filling with oxygen, and my heart started beating again.
"Wake up my pet…wake up and realize your destiny." Said the dark and demented voice that haunted me for so long. Blood was flowing through my body as the last memories flashed through my mind. I saw myself standing in my room, glancing at the rose that was on my dresser…I then saw him…the Undertaker standing behind me. He reached out and grabbed me, whispering those words… "Now you're mine…"
I gasped and my eyes popped open, only to find that I was laying inside of a tight space. It was dimly lit too and there was barley any oxygen. My hands, which were clasped together came to life as I started to panic, wondering what was going on. I was surrounded by cushion…white cushion…and I could barley breath.
I went to push up on the cushion above me but it didn't budge. I then began to scream wondering if anyone knew I was in there. I kept hitting it for a few minutes gasping for air. I then began to pull at the cushion, ripping it several times until I saw wood behind it. I didn't know what to do so, I started punching it as hard as I could. I was shocked when I hit it and my hand went right threw it. When I pulled my hand back, dirt fell on top of me. I kept hitting it some more until I was able to claw my way out of the small space. I ended up having to claw at least six feet or so until my hand came up threw an opening. I pulled myself up out of the dirt gasping when oxygen filled my lungs. I crawled away from the hole and caught my breath before looking around at the area I was in. There were graves everywhere, which scared the hell out of me. My outfit was different too. I was wearing a black dress that was strapless and accented every curve of my body. I then realized what had just happened to me…I was buried…alive!
I got up and turned around to see the tombstone and nearly cried when I saw what it said. "Here lies, a member of La Familia."
"Oh God…" I said as I backed away from the grave looking around to see if there was a way out. I got my answer when I glanced to my left and saw a huge black mansion on top of a hill. Something told me to go there…I was just afraid for what I might find inside.