Trapped In Darkness

by wwechick

Undertaker is the leader of the Ministry of Darkness. One stormy night, Undertaker gets an unexpected visitor at his doorstep. She is in need of a little help and he lends a helping hand. However, the more he's around her, the more his feeling grow for her; feelings he hasn't felt for a long time.

1. Chapter 1

TRAPPED IN DARKNESS

Chapter 1: Meeting of the Ministry

The year is 1999. It's a dark, stormy, windy night. A black house sits on a hill. Inside this house, a meeting is taking place. Gathered around in a circle, down in the basement, are 5 men.

Bradshaw; medium, dark hair, pale skin, symbols painted on his chest, was sitting next to his friend Farooq, whom was dark skinned, and also with symbols painted on his chest exactly like the ones painted on Bradshaw's chest. In the group, Bradshaw and Farooq were known as the Acolytes.

Sitting next to the two individuals was a heavy-set man with a short black hair, black moustache, black around the eyes, his face painted white. He wore a full-black suit with a red undershirt. They called him Paul Bearer.

Next to him was another heavy-set, dark-skinned man with a blond mohawk and crazy eyes. He too wore all black for his wardrobe. He was callous and vicious. He looked like someone whom would break you in half if you crossed him the wrong way. His name was Viscera.

The next person that was amongst them was a man known as Vince McMahon. He was in his 50's, graying hair, gray suit. He thought of himself as the higher power of the group; the group which they called themselves The Ministry of Darkness.

"Oh yes!" came the high-pitched voice of Paul Bearer. "The Ministry of Darkness will never be tarnished. The Ministry of Darkness will never fall. OOOHHHH YEEEESSSSSS!"

All the men cheered in agreement raising their fists high in the air.

"Nothing can stop us," Vince added. "Nothing WILL stop us." The mens voices raised even louder, in another show of agreement.

Just then, another figure made his appearance felt. He stepped out of the shadows causing the men to cease their cheering. He was clothed from head-to-toe in a long black hooded robe. He had mesmerizing emerald-green eyes, long black hair and a black goatee. When this individual spoke, his voice was calm, and very deep. No one else spoke when he did. Not a word was spoken when this individual was speaking and everyone listened closely.

"Now" he began, "Nothing will stand in our way. We must make ourselves known. We must strike fear in their hearts. Yo've all done well thus far in doing so. Now go. Leave this place. You are dismissed."

Bradshaw, Farooq, Viscera, and Paul Bearer made their way up the stairs leaving Vince behind Vince behind with the dark-clothed figure.

"Well, Undertaker," Vince said turning to him. "Another successful meeting we had tonight."

"Yes it was," the man known as Undertaker replied.

"Hey I have an idea. How about you and I go out for a drink tonight? My treat?"

Undertaker removed the hood from his head as he answered. "Nah. Not tonight, Vince."

"Well, why not?" he asked curiously.

Undertaker rubbed his forehead. "Getting a bit of a migraine." Of course he was lying, but it was none of Vince's business. Vince gave him a nod with a farewell wave and went on his way leaving Undertaker alone in the basement.

Undertaker removed the long robe, and hung it on a coat rack before walking upstairs, leaving the basement in utter darkness.