AN: I wrote the first half of this story two years ago, but never published it on here or had a chance to finish it until now. Since today is WrestleMania, I decided to upload the first few chapters that I have completed to see where this one goes. I haven't forgotten about my other stories and I'll update them when I can. This story takes place around the Triple H/Undertaker storyline from WrestleMania 28, but this version has its own story while including a couple of elements from the original stroyline. Enjoy and reviews are welcome.

Chapter 1

The dark presence almost killed the man who stood before the other. Truth was, the man himself was dead, and keeping his dead presence was what he needed to keep his dignity alive. That was the only thing he wanted alive. Awakened. He wanted his remaining life, yet he had none to life by, to be the last thing that he, and possibly anyone else who knew him, how little there was of those people, to remember it.

He smiled faintly at the man before him, ready to kill him. But he couldn't do that now. He was waiting for the right moment, when no one was expecting it. He stepped forward, but it was only a few inches from the other man. He looked the man in the eyes and demanded what was his own dignity. Souls had never prepared dignity among him, and this man was no exception. This man was bound to die since it was his choice in the first place. He, that man, was given time and space, but, no, it didn't want to wait.

"The tables have turned," The Undertaker said, his grin almost overcoming his true emotions. "You have this moment, and now, it is mine. Give me what is mine."

Triple H took a long glance at the Deadman before him, watching, waiting, but nothing came out of it. He, the man, claimed he needed this, but he really wasn't pleasing himself. Triple H decided, and his thoughts were clear.

No.

He couldn't do it. He wouldn't do it. He just wont see what had bloomed into a reality close on his company in an instant. It was like closing a door, but another one would be open to the future.

No.

There would be no future without this man. He couldn't bear to see it come true. His place was with his own, and Triple H was in his own place. A place safer than most had been credited for.

"What do you say?" Undertaker asked, his patience running thinner than his blood. If he had any.

Triple H grinned, his ego tested once more. This man definitely wasn't giving up. He walked towards the man and looked into his eyes, pale, lifeless, and a mirror into the darkest soul, as he carefully said his last words.

"No."

Undertaker pulled back from the stare, and his dignity was shattered again. He, of all of those he wanted to kill, was giving back what he created. He felt his lifeless heart beat, then, it stopped. Only one beat was in his lifeless form, and that beat was the sign of defeat as he knew it. Undertaker grinned again, and tipped his hat, walking away from the dark and blue surroundings. Walking into nowhere.

That's how he came to be here. Out of nowhere.

He managed to turn around, and saw the pathetic man that he had not yet convinced stand there looking at him, angrily but steady.

Kill him. It's your only option. No. Don't kill him. You need that moment. Kill him. Kill him now. No.

The thoughts tortured Undertaker, and he quickly turned his head back into the darkness, Triple H's presence flying past him as his head turned, and walked off into that darkness. Quicker than what was years ago. How many? He had begun to lost count, but it didn't matter anymore. It was a less than fortunate year last time, and this time, he wanted no different.

Triple H saw Undertaker walk away, and his presence turned into a shadow that blended in with the pitch darkness. He caught his breath when he thought about the options. He knew Undertaker wanted his divine moment, but it was already gone. He had turned into a maniac, if you would say, to have this moment, and Triple H, turning against what he had become all of his years in this place, wasn't going to let Undertaker go. Not like this. Not out of the sight of millions, especially those who respected him. Not so many had that respect anymore. He stood out among the rest of the people, and he always made them suffer, whether it was inside or outside of the ring. It took Triple H a few moments to collect his thoughts, and, quicker than what could have been, left to find a way out of this place. It was dark, bluish lights in the distance didn't help, and the place was closing in on him.

He managed to look over in the darkness, not telling where he was going or what he was looking at, and quickly found a small light in the doorway. It was the brightest light since the black and blue lights didn't matter much. He could hear things move around him, but he wasn't sure what to make of them. He didn't want to hear the sounds, whatever they were, and somehow was walking slower than the pace of before. He decided, with the best inquiry, to turn and look back in the direction that the other man had gone. He wanted to suddenly forget it, but, something urged him. Not only his thoughts, but the sounds. The piercing sounds that made the dark room more and more mysterious.

Triple H managed to look over his shoulder. He no longer saw the dark; it was lighter than usual and the Undertaker was standing a few feet from him, as if he hadn't moved a muscle at all. The sounds, again, entered the room. And Triple H could hear the sounds clearly. They were people. Screaming. Yelling. Cheering. No. Booing. He saw the people, protected by barricades, looking at him, cheering and booing at the same time. Some fans laughed when he looked at them. Some booed and jeered at him when his eyes gazed across the room. This big place wasn't as big as he had thought.

Undertaker smiled as he saw Triple H looking at him, embracing the people's chants and screams, how little he hated them, and his dignity started to pick up the pace again. Yet, ever so suddenly, he remained in his standing position. He had only walked a few mere inches, looking to Triple H like a long walk away. Undertaker had planned to do that. To see what was it like for Triple H to know the feeling of guilt. But, he could tell Triple H was feeling none of that now. He saw the man begin to grin.

Undertaker grinned himself.

Welcome to my mind games.