"I've said it once, I'll say it at thousand times. Don't mess with me, don't mess with my family because I will hurt you."
Mark's P.O.V.
Another day at the office as Kane and I slung our duffel bags over our shoulders, heading inside the arena. It's no secret that Kane and I travel together. Hell, we're with each other 24/7. Never can seem to get away from one another. Not that it bothers us any, mind you. We walked through the various narrow hallways, headed to our locker room. I stopped and looked at the whiteboard.
"Who we facing tonight?" Kane asked, his voice muffled by the mask that hid his scars from the rest of the world. I searched the board for our names but didn't find them.
"I dunno, man. We're not listed. Let's go talk to Regal." He nodded.
"I'll meet you there. Need to stop by the locker room first." I gave a nod back and handed him my bag. We parted ways as I made my way to Regal's office. I reached his office and opened the door without knocking. He looked up in surprise as he sat down his tea cup.
"Oh, Mr. Undertaker, how can I help you?"
"We're not scheduled for a match tonight." He looked at his board and nodded.
"That's right."
"Then why are we here?" He stared at me for a minute before smirking. I felt my stomach do a back flip and bile rise up in my throat. Not a good sign.
"Oh, I think you'll find out sooner rather than later." My eyes narrowed as I struggled to figure out what he meant. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a mixture of screams and yells coming from the hallway. I poked my head out and saw one of the officials running by.
"Hey, hey, hey." I shouted, grabbing him by the arm.
"What's going on?" He had a look of panic on his face.
"Your locker room." He then took off running. My legs sprinted in a run after him, halting at my doorway. Officials surrounded Kane who laid on the ground, motionless.
"What the hell happened?" I called, but forced back by a referee.
"Taker, let the medics do their job." I shoved him out of the way and bent down next to Kane, who's eyes were closed.
"Kane, look at me." His right eye slowly opened, tears welling up. I saw his hand slowly raise up, his glove covered in what looked like blood. I grabbed it tightly, reassuring him I was by his side.
"Tell me what happened." His chest was rising and falling gradually, his breaths slow and steady.
"Don't know...Couldn't see..." I nodded, tightening my grip on his hand which was beginning to loosen.
"Sir, we're going to have to take him to the hospital." I took a breath, tears trying to swim to the surface. I nodded.
"Hurry up." I demanded, two medics rushing to go get a stretcher. Kane stared up at me, tears now clouding his baby blue eye, his other eye swollen shut.
"Big brother..." I looked down at him, giving him a small smile.
"I'm here, man." He took a few breaths before I leaned down closer.
"Don't leave me..." I stared at him for a minute before shaking my head.
"I ain't gonna leave you, bro." Our hands remained glued together as they loaded him into the ambulance. I halted the driver as I leaned over Kane, our eyes staring into one another.
"Listen to me, okay? I'm gonna go talk to Regal—" He suddenly grabbed me by my shirt forcefully, tears in his eyes.
"No, no. Don't...stay." He coughed, blood filling up his throat. I swallowed and nodded, letting out the air I was holding in.
"You got it, man." He slowly let go, his hand trembling in mine. I looked up at the driver.
"Let's go." Sirens wailed through the busy streets as I kept my eyes on my little brother who laid there, staring at the ceiling, tears spilling. I felt my blood boil and my heart pound in my chest. Whoever did this...will pay with more than just their life.