SD: I don't own the WWF. That's Vinnie Mac. I don't own Kane. No one does. *Sigh* I can still dream, though...
Trapped Under Ice
"What is this? I've stricken by fate. Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free. Hand of doom has a tight grip on me. Freezing. Can't move at all. Screaming. Can't hear my call. I am dying to live. Cry out. I'm trapped under the ice." ~Metallica "Trapped Under Ice"
Chapter 1
August 29, 1997
The Knight Home
Miranda Knight, Midean's younger sister, sighed impatiently. Paul Bearer had insisted that she meet his son. He also wanted her to meet the Undertaker's little brother. She only hoped to God that he wasn't trying to set her up with his son. Miranda could only imagine what the son of the Heinous Human Being would look like: fat and dough-like, with his father's sweaty and lugubrious demeanor. She shuddered at the thought. Probably had never been on a date with a girl in his life.
But if Paul didn't get his fat ass here soon she was gonna go do something else. She had better things to do than sit around and wait for the rotund Bearer. In fact, she'd rather listen to her big brother have a conversation with Mr. Blinky. Just as she was about to go in, Paul walked in. (Without knocking, I might add)
"Oh, good. You're still waiting. I'm so sorry we're late, but Kane is a little shy. He was nervous about meeting you." He turned to the open door. "It's okay, Kane. You can come out. Mira isn't going to hurt you." Miranda raised a warning hand.
"It's Miranda to you, Paul. Don't forget that." She returned her attention to the door, just in time to see a huge man wearing a black ski mask walk in. Just from looking at him, she could tell that he was of the Undertaker's blood. He had the height and well-muscled build of the Deadman, but how this man could be shy was beyond her. Her mouth went appallingly dry and she felt as if the room temperature had suddenly shot up. Paul waved the tall man over to him.
"Mira...nda, this is Kane, the Undertaker's younger brother." Kane inclined his head gravely toward Miranda. He wasn't used to being around women and they always made him feel a little dizzy. Spending most of your life locked in a basement tends to do that to you. Miranda managed a smile and extended her hand to Kane.
"I...I'm Miranda Knight. It's nice to meet you." After a moment, Kane took Miranda's outstretched hand. This mad them both a little dizzy.
"It's...nice...to meet...you, too," Kane said, slowly and painfully. Miranda couldn't help but notice how raspy his voice was. And the ski mask was a bit disconcerting. She motioned for the two of them to sit down.
"Aren't you hot with that thing on?" she asked Kane, indicating his mask. Kane looked over at Paul. "And I thought you were bringing your son, too, Paul." Paul smiled his twisted little smile.
"Kane *is* my son, Miranda." Miranda could have sworn that her jaw touched the ground on that one. There was no way in Hell that this man was Paul Bearer's son. NO WAY.
"I...he...Taker's brother?" she managed weakly. Paul's smile grew wider. This was getting more fun by the minute. Kane was confused. 'Didn't Father tell her?' he thought.
"Yes, he is the Undertaker's brother...Well, half-brother. But I'm Kane's father. And as for the mask, that's part of the reason that we're here. You see, when Kane was four and Taker was nine, Taker burnt their house down, killed their mother and his father and left Kane for dead as well. Luckily, I came home in time to save Kane. He was, however, very badly burned and now he is so hideously disfigured that he has to wear a mask to cover the scars." Kane hung his head and Miranda was shocked to see that Paul would say such things about his own son, especially right in front of him.
Since Kane's long brown hair hung in his face, neither his father nor this pretty woman wrestler could see where he was looking. And at this moment, his eyes were fastened on Miranda, waiting for her reaction. She had closed her eyes briefly at Paul's mention of the Undertaker leaving Kane for dead, but she hadn't reacted at all to his father's description of him as "hideously disfigured". Now Miranda looked over at him. He raised his head, preparing for the inevitable "Oh, I'm so sorry". But he never heard it.
"Kane...I have no idea what this must be like for you...I wish I could understand, but I can't..." Kane was surprised. 'She doesn't feel sorry for me? That's...nice." Kane hated being pitied. Miranda cast a quick smile at him and then turned dutifully back to Paul, who had begun rambling on about revenge.
'Revenge for Kane my ass. More like revenge for kicking you to the curb, Pauly boy.' she thought in mild amusement. Once Paul had talked himself dry (which takes some time), he stood and yanked Kane up, as well. "Well, Miranda, thank you for talking with us. We'll come by tomorrow." Kane smiled at Miranda, but his mask hid this act.
"Okay, Paul. It was nice meeting you, Kane. If you want to, you could work out in our home gym tomorrow." Kane looked at his father (read: slavemaster) and Paul slowly nodded his approval. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, then." She then saw the two men out to Paul's hearse.
As Kane got in the back seat, he looked over at Miranda. "Goodbye...Miranda...Knight." Miranda smiled at him, and for some reason, Kane's knees got weak.
"Goodbye, Kane Bearer." Once Paul had driven off, Miranda slumped against the brick wall of her house. Damn, but that man looked GOOD. Walking back inside, she wondered what lay underneath Kane's mask.
Trapped Under Ice
"What is this? I've stricken by fate. Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free. Hand of doom has a tight grip on me. Freezing. Can't move at all. Screaming. Can't hear my call. I am dying to live. Cry out. I'm trapped under the ice." ~Metallica "Trapped Under Ice"
Chapter 1
August 29, 1997
The Knight Home
Miranda Knight, Midean's younger sister, sighed impatiently. Paul Bearer had insisted that she meet his son. He also wanted her to meet the Undertaker's little brother. She only hoped to God that he wasn't trying to set her up with his son. Miranda could only imagine what the son of the Heinous Human Being would look like: fat and dough-like, with his father's sweaty and lugubrious demeanor. She shuddered at the thought. Probably had never been on a date with a girl in his life.
But if Paul didn't get his fat ass here soon she was gonna go do something else. She had better things to do than sit around and wait for the rotund Bearer. In fact, she'd rather listen to her big brother have a conversation with Mr. Blinky. Just as she was about to go in, Paul walked in. (Without knocking, I might add)
"Oh, good. You're still waiting. I'm so sorry we're late, but Kane is a little shy. He was nervous about meeting you." He turned to the open door. "It's okay, Kane. You can come out. Mira isn't going to hurt you." Miranda raised a warning hand.
"It's Miranda to you, Paul. Don't forget that." She returned her attention to the door, just in time to see a huge man wearing a black ski mask walk in. Just from looking at him, she could tell that he was of the Undertaker's blood. He had the height and well-muscled build of the Deadman, but how this man could be shy was beyond her. Her mouth went appallingly dry and she felt as if the room temperature had suddenly shot up. Paul waved the tall man over to him.
"Mira...nda, this is Kane, the Undertaker's younger brother." Kane inclined his head gravely toward Miranda. He wasn't used to being around women and they always made him feel a little dizzy. Spending most of your life locked in a basement tends to do that to you. Miranda managed a smile and extended her hand to Kane.
"I...I'm Miranda Knight. It's nice to meet you." After a moment, Kane took Miranda's outstretched hand. This mad them both a little dizzy.
"It's...nice...to meet...you, too," Kane said, slowly and painfully. Miranda couldn't help but notice how raspy his voice was. And the ski mask was a bit disconcerting. She motioned for the two of them to sit down.
"Aren't you hot with that thing on?" she asked Kane, indicating his mask. Kane looked over at Paul. "And I thought you were bringing your son, too, Paul." Paul smiled his twisted little smile.
"Kane *is* my son, Miranda." Miranda could have sworn that her jaw touched the ground on that one. There was no way in Hell that this man was Paul Bearer's son. NO WAY.
"I...he...Taker's brother?" she managed weakly. Paul's smile grew wider. This was getting more fun by the minute. Kane was confused. 'Didn't Father tell her?' he thought.
"Yes, he is the Undertaker's brother...Well, half-brother. But I'm Kane's father. And as for the mask, that's part of the reason that we're here. You see, when Kane was four and Taker was nine, Taker burnt their house down, killed their mother and his father and left Kane for dead as well. Luckily, I came home in time to save Kane. He was, however, very badly burned and now he is so hideously disfigured that he has to wear a mask to cover the scars." Kane hung his head and Miranda was shocked to see that Paul would say such things about his own son, especially right in front of him.
Since Kane's long brown hair hung in his face, neither his father nor this pretty woman wrestler could see where he was looking. And at this moment, his eyes were fastened on Miranda, waiting for her reaction. She had closed her eyes briefly at Paul's mention of the Undertaker leaving Kane for dead, but she hadn't reacted at all to his father's description of him as "hideously disfigured". Now Miranda looked over at him. He raised his head, preparing for the inevitable "Oh, I'm so sorry". But he never heard it.
"Kane...I have no idea what this must be like for you...I wish I could understand, but I can't..." Kane was surprised. 'She doesn't feel sorry for me? That's...nice." Kane hated being pitied. Miranda cast a quick smile at him and then turned dutifully back to Paul, who had begun rambling on about revenge.
'Revenge for Kane my ass. More like revenge for kicking you to the curb, Pauly boy.' she thought in mild amusement. Once Paul had talked himself dry (which takes some time), he stood and yanked Kane up, as well. "Well, Miranda, thank you for talking with us. We'll come by tomorrow." Kane smiled at Miranda, but his mask hid this act.
"Okay, Paul. It was nice meeting you, Kane. If you want to, you could work out in our home gym tomorrow." Kane looked at his father (read: slavemaster) and Paul slowly nodded his approval. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow, then." She then saw the two men out to Paul's hearse.
As Kane got in the back seat, he looked over at Miranda. "Goodbye...Miranda...Knight." Miranda smiled at him, and for some reason, Kane's knees got weak.
"Goodbye, Kane Bearer." Once Paul had driven off, Miranda slumped against the brick wall of her house. Damn, but that man looked GOOD. Walking back inside, she wondered what lay underneath Kane's mask.