This story has been posted here before, although it's been several years ago. I'm reposting just so I can consolidate all of my stories under one account. Hopefully there are at least a few people here who haven't read it before. :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Kane or anyone else from the WWE, sad to say.

Chapter 1

Lindsey stood outside of the old brick building, gazing up at the large, decrepit structure as she pulled a small slip of paper from her pocket to check the address.

Yep. This was definitely the place.

She shuddered as she looked back up at the darkened building. It reminded her of something out of a B-rated horror movie. She was almost positive that there would be some deranged lunatic with a knife poised inside the front door, ready to strike at the first unfortunate soul that was brave enough to venture inside. This whole place was creepy as hell, not to mention the fact that it was located in the worst section of town. The fact that it was well after midnight and she was out here all alone did nothing to ease her nerves. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made a huge mistake by coming here.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she quickly shrugged off the feeling of dread that surrounded her. She was here on a mission. This was something that she had to do. And she wasn't going to leave until it was done.

Lindsey shoved the paper back into her pocket and gathered the courage to walk up the front steps and into the building. The heavy metal doors creaked with age as she opened them, then closed them behind her. Stepping into the foyer, she looked around her, examining the remnants of what had once been a glorious structure. The years had obviously not been kind to the building as it was now in a horrible state of disrepair. Many of the windows were broken or boarded up and the once white-washed walls had turned a sickening shade of yellow and the paint was now peeling off of the plaster in huge chunks. Looking above her, she noticed the broken shells of what had once been the source of light for the small room. Taking their place were a couple of cheap wall fixtures that projected such a dim light that it left most of the room hidden in the shadows. But even with the lack of decent lighting, Lindsey could still make out the layer of trash that covered the once-sparkling floor and she was suddenly grateful for the darkness. At least she didn't have to see what she was standing on.

Looking around once more, she spotted the list of tenants that was positioned on the far wall, their names located beside each apartment number. Walking closer, she quickly gazed down the list, and her heart immediately dropped when she didn't see the name she was looking for.

Maybe he's listed under a different name, she thought to herself as she ran through the list again.

Still not recognizing any of the names, Lindsey stepped back and looked around her again as she tried to decide what to do. It was too late at night to be going around randomly knocking on doors. The last thing she needed was to be mauled to death by a mob of angry tenants. But she had come here for a specific purpose and she wasn't going to leave without making an honest effort to achieve it.

As she stood there, debating on what she should do, she was startled by an old man who drunkenly stumbled in through the front doors from the street. Lindsey watched him fearfully, taking in his appearance as she tried to hide herself in the shadows. He was obviously very drunk and his clothes were tattered and dirty. His thinning hair and matching beard were both a dull lifeless grey and his drawn face reflected the numerous hardships that he had been forced to endure during his lifetime. To Lindsey, he could have been any one of the vagrants that she had passed out on the street on her way there. In fact, she was almost sure he was homeless, until she saw him stagger toward the stairs that led up to the apartments above.

She took another step back into the shadows as he came closer, but this time her movements alerted him to her presence. Turning toward her, he eyed her suspiciously as he stumbled in her direction and Lindsey wished she had a hole big enough to crawl into so she could hide. She suddenly felt very foolish for being out so late at night by herself. The thought of being here alone with this man was enough to make her sick.

"I don't 'member ever seein' you 'round here before." he said gruffly as he stumbled towards her. "What 'er ya doin' here?"

"You one of them old street whores tryin' to find ya a man or somethin'?" he asked, as he squinted his eyes and looked her over. "How 'bout keepin' this ol man company for a night? What'd ya say sweetheart?"

Lindsey stepped from the shadows and emphatically shook her head. Since he already knew she was there, there was no point in trying to hide from him anymore.

"No sir. I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not that kind of woman." she stated nervously, not wanting to upset him.

"I'm actually looking for someone. He supposedly lives in this building but I searched through all the names and I didn't see him listed. Maybe you could help me?" Lindsey added, as she still tried to keep her distance from the drunk.

"Lookin' for somebody, huh? God damn it! I shoulda known you was already taken! Who's the lucky bastard? What's his name?"

"His first name is Kane. I think his last name is Bearer…but I'm not sure if that's the name he always uses." Lindsey said hopefully, her hopes dashed when the man's face showed no sign of recognition.

"Never heard of 'em." he mumbled, as he staggered past her toward the stairs again.

"Are you sure?" Lindsey asked, turning towards him again. "He would be real easy to recognize. He's a big guy. Almost seven feet tall. He has long, curly hair and he usually wears a…uh..… a mask."

The drunk stopped in his path and slowly turned to look at her, before he stumbled back in her direction.

"You're here to see him!" he asked in disbelief, suddenly sobering up as a terrified look crossed his face. "What kind of business could you possibly have with him? That man's nothin' but pure evil! He's crazy! You'd better stay away from him if you got any sense at all about ya! If you're dumb enough to start messin' around with him, somebody might just find you layin' dead in the gutter come mornin'."

"You know him then? Can you tell me where I can find him?" Lindsey asked hopefully, undeterred by the man's warning. She was already familiar with Kane's menacing personality.

"Woman, are you insane! Didn't you hear a word I just said? That man is crazy! If ya know what's good for ya, you'll just turn yourself around and head on back home before somethin' bad happens to ya!"

"Please. It's really important that I see him. Please tell me where I can find him!" Lindsey begged.

The man studied her for a moment, as if debating on whether or not he should give up the information she was asking for. Finally, he slumped his shoulders in defeat and pointed to a darkened doorway in the corner of the room.

"He lives downstairs. In the basement." he whispered, as if he were afraid that somebody else might overhear him. "I can see you've got no intentions of leavin' here without goin' to see him. I can't stop ya from goin' but don't say I didn't warn ya."

With that said, the man continued on toward the stairs and Lindsey watched him until he disappeared out of sight, then she turned her gaze back to the door in the corner. She slowly approached the doorway and gazed down into the darkened stairwell that led to Kane's lair. Lindsey thought again of the drunken man's warning. She knew how ill-tempered and violent Kane could be. But surely he wouldn't harm her. She was too small to pose a serious threat to him. And she wasn't a complete stranger to him, although she wasn't a close friend either. Lindsey wondered for a moment if maybe she should just abandon the whole idea. She could always find him later, when he returned to work.

"No. This is something that I have to do." she thought to herself, as she gathered her courage once more.

Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward and slowly began her descent into the darkness.