Angry Thoughts Angry Thoughts
The Undertaker's love is tested.

The blood, the bright redness but then the swirls of deep red almost black, seeped into Marcus's eyes, he felt an odd sensation run through his body when he saw his little brother's emotionless body lying in the middle of the ring, that god awful looking blood surrounding his body; For a second Marcus thought that Kane could be dead, but then the constant twitch of Kane's left hand reassured him that his little brother was still with him. The sensation, it wasn't like the sensation he used to get when he used to be "The Lord of Darkness", no this sensation, was horror and it didn't feel good. Before Marcus had been on the giving end, he would give people something to be afraid of, even when he transformed into "American Bad Ass" he gave people something to be afraid of, something to shrink back and want to run away from, but no he was never on the receiving end. Marcus never had anything to get scared over, he didn't care what happened to his body, who gives the fuck was his motto, but what happened to his little brother Kane was a whole different story. Now it never used to be like this, him and Kane weren't always on the best of terms, hell they weren't on any terms, they were enemies yet even as they fought one another Marcus always knew that Kane was his brother and that was the only reason he hadn't made Kane "famous" yet. But they reunited, and formed the brothers of destruction, they were unstoppable... until tonight. Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin with Christian and Edge were too much of a team, and they had all ganged up on Kane; He had tried relentlessly to get in that damn ring, but all the referees wouldn't let him, damn it couldn't they see that Stone Cold and Triple H were killing Kane? Did they even care? Or did those two bastards along with the devil himself Vince have this federation so fooled that even the once good referees would let this sort of carnage continue, even after Stone Cold and Triple H won?

Marcus tried to slip past the referees, he tried to jump into the ring, he even punched out a few referees, he knew that there would hell to be paid in the morning, but all he knew, all he could feel, was that he needed to be in that ring protecting Kane, protecting the only family he knew. Marcus kicked Earl Hebner out of his way and some new unknown referee and proceeded to climb into the ring, his knee hurt from the power bomb it got from Triple H, but the constant throbbing in his left knee wasn't what mattered at the moment, all he could see through the thick blackness was the brightness of the blood that flowed in a puddle surrounding Kane's twitching body. Marcus's eyes had the dangerous edge to them and Christian and Edge had flown out of the ring and out of the stadium when Marcus entered the ring; Marcus tried to walk over to his brother but he was grabbed from the behind and given a stone cold stunner and then a pedigree. He laid on the mat of the ring for a few minutes in time, his eyes concentrated on his brother, he could feel those two bastards walking over his body, taunting him to get up, oh no they didn't want The Undertaker to get up, because when he did they were dead, they were already dead men walking.

No one messes with his family, he thought he had made that point clear when he threw X-Pac out a 3 story building, sure the bastard was still alive but he learned his lesson; He thought he had made his point clear when he locked Tori in a shower with rats, the scars on her legs proved that he wasn't joking; He thought he had made his point clear when he beat the leader of Right To Censor, the all holy Stephen Richards, he thought throwing that damn moralistic bastard through a window leaving a scar on his eye had proven his point... but obviously these damn wrestlers were too slow, they just didn't understand that Kane was off limits, that if Kane got hurt, that he could guarantee that the person who brought the damage upon his baby brother, would definitely wish they didn't lay a finger on him. Marcus wasn't the sadistic bastard he was before, he didn't do the black weddings things and he didn't get off on the human sacrifices he would give to "The Lord of Darkness" anymore, he had given that up a long time ago, but seeing his brother probably battered under his suit and bloody, made that angry/retribution determination enter his body again, and he could see and hear all of his victims screaming for mercy which they never did get, oh no The Undertaker wasn't one to give mercy. And tonight would be no exception, tonight he would rise to his feet and destroy Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin, he would crush their bones and then he would continue the torture on their bodies, he wouldn't stop until those bastards took their last breath, and then once they were dead he would burn their bodies alive... now that would teach every god damn wrestler in this federation that his family was off limits.

Marcus pushed himself up using all the strength in his arms to steady himself; His knees wobbling at first but then he regained his composure and stepped out of the way and then grabbed Triple H by the throat and threw him out of the ring, he then used the choke slam move on Stone Cold also throwing him out of the ring. Marcus walked to the edge of the ring and watched Stone Cold and Triple H scramble to their feet, he glared at them, saying a few cuss words as they ran up the titatron and disappeared.

Kane.

The name itself meant so much to him, Marcus had never cared about something so much as he cared for his little brother Kane. Marcus knew that with each passing day with Kane by his side, he was growing more vulnerable by the minute, he had intended to betray Kane in the end but it never got around to that; Because as much as he had tried to deny it before... he enjoyed Kane's company. He enjoyed the fact that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could be guaranteed that Kane would be sleeping silently in the bed next to his. That reassuarance had helped Marcus sleep through the night without the nightmares of what he had done attacking him, Kane had somehow made the dreams go away.

He's not up yet.

Marcus turned his body away from the crowd and slowly made his way over to where his little brother was still lying with the puddle of blood surrounding him, Marcus's eyes furrowed in anger, the puddle of blood had grown and the twitching in Kane's hand had slowed down.

Don't you dare die on me you damn sunofabitch! I knew you were too hurt to do this match, but you wouldn't listen to me would you? You had to be so damn strong, you had to prove that you could handle Stone Cold and Triple H, you had to prove that you were as strong as me. Don't you get it Kane? You have nothing to prove to me, I love you completely, I love you the way you are. I love you.

No one would understand how hard it was for Marcus to admit that he loved someone, even if it was in his mind, because Marcus didn't believe in love, he couldn't. Love was for saps, his dad had told him and Kane that every single day when they were little children, their father believed that love was a weakness, and damnit Marcus believed it. So when Paul would lock Kane in the basement, Marcus wouldn't unlock the door and let Kane out, because that would be an act of love, and love was for saps, love made people weak, love was wrong. Human emotions were wrong, no pain no gain was what Paul always told Marcus. So day after day Marcus would watch Kane getting dragged into that cold and dark basement, he would listen to Kane's whimpers and watch the tears fall, and Marcus would just watch, but cry in the inside. Marcus wanted to help Kane, but Paul always said that they had toughen Kane up so that in return Kane would be like them. Paul said they had to drain out all that goodness and care in Kane's body and then replace it with anger, they had to make Kane into a devoid monster and then only then would they let Kane out of that basement. They had already started the pain by killing Kane's mother, that one moment in time, they had taken the sweetest and kindest thing in Kane's life and burned it alive. Marcus had been surprised when he saw Kane jump in that fire, Marcus had never expected that Kane would do that, they had barely gotten him out in time, but those scars would be forever, like the emotional ones Marcus had. But as hard as he tried to avoid the feelings, he couldn't; Somehow Kane had transformed into the most important thing in his life, somehow Kane was all that mattered to him, somehow Marcus truly cared about someone. Marcus hadn't realized how much Kane meant to him, until now... Marcus crawled over to Kane and tried shaking him, trying his damndest to wake Kane up, but Kane wasn't moving. Marcus felt the signs that tears were going to fall but he pushed them back, he didn't need everyone in the crowd seeing him cry, The Undertaker does NOT cry and he isn't going to start anytime soon... Marcus tried shaking Kane again, but still not reaction, no movement.

"Get some god damn help will you?"'
Marcus screamed at the one of the referees, he watched the referee scramble off, going to get help; Marcus was about to lose it, he could feel his control over his anger and his actions slip away and he knew that in a second nothing would matter except hurting somebody.
"M-M-M-"
Marcus looked down quickly when he felt Kane's black leather glove touch him on his left arm, his eyes softened when he heard his brother's stuttering; Kane hadn't stuttered since he was 12 years old.
"Shh Kane, help is coming."
Marcus wanted to say more, he wanted to hear more of Kane's voice but he wanted his brother to stay alive, and that meant staying calm.
"Y-you remember when y-you said to s-stay away from the l-light? T-the bright w-white light?"
Marcus nodded quickly, he had given Kane that speech when they were little, he had told Kane if he ever got hurt real badly and he saw a bright white light, to stay the hell away from it.
"Yeah I remember Kane, shhh you have to stay calm."
Kane shifted his body a little so now his head was in Marcus's lap, Marcus started running his hand over Kane's hair absently, like he had been doing it for years.
"I-I see the white l-light M-Marcus."
Marcus's eyes widened, Oh god no don't do this to me now.
"Stay away from it Kane, avoid the light, shit Kane run!"
Marcus's voice raised as he pleaded for Kane to stay away from that light, he needed Kane to stay with him, he needed Kane to stay alive.
"B-But it's so b-bright."
Marcus went to say something but froze when he felt his little brother go limp underneath him. Marcus tried moving Kane, but Kane's body was limp and not moving. Marcus felt hot tears sting his face as he made a realization... his brother was dead.

:::ClearView Hospital:::

The hours had passed by too slowly, Marcus felt his eyes still staring at that damn oval clock that hung on the hospital's bleach white walls, as he awaited news on his brother. Even though Kane had died in his arms, he wouldn't give up on hope, the hope that at least one damn doctor in this hospital could save Kane, that one doctor could bring Kane back to life. Marcus had never believed in hope before, but he just couldn't give up, he just couldn't let Kane's memory and life die, he wouldn't do that. No, it wasn't that he wouldn't, it was that he couldn't... Kane was too important to him, he would die without Kane near him, it wasn't possible that Marcus could breathe without Kane. Sure at one time Marcus had lived without Kane in his life, but this time it was different, everything that he did depended on Kane, and losing Kane... would eventually make him lose himself.

"Excuse me?"
Marcus looked up when he heard a soft voice, the voice tore him away from his thoughts. Marcus continued to look at the person in front of him, the form was visibly shaken, and he didn't know if it was because of Kane's condition or the fact that he was here.
"You the doctor?"
Marcus wanted to form out longer sentences but he couldn't find the strength in his body to do so, he was lucky to even find the strength to form any coherent words.
"Yes Dr. Williams. I was the doctor that worked on your brother Kane."
Marcus nodded and pushed himself up from the chair he was sitting in.
"How is Kane?"
Marcus hoped, prayed, that Dr. Williams, wouldn't say that his brother was dead, that would just destroy him.
"Not so well, but alive--"
Marcus let out a sigh of relief and continued to listen to the doctor speak.
"Kane's injuries are bad, the injury in his elbow had traveled all the way up to his arm. His left rib is completely brusied, actually Kane is very lucky that it's not broken. And he has some--"
Marcus put his hand up.
"Those scars are old."
Doctor Williams nodded and motioned for Marcus to follow him.
"He has a bad concussion and I think Kane shouldn't go back to wrestling for at least a few weeks, he needs some time off. He himself is visibly shaken, he was stuttering earlier but it's faded, we wouldn't usually let people in right now but he has been calling for you."
Marcus nodded and walked into Kane's hospital room, he looked back and saw Dr. Williams back away; I wonder what you did to make him scared shitless Kane...

Marcus let out a sigh and made his way towards Kane's bed, he looked over at his brother's body, and noted that Kane was asleep. Marcus grabbed a chair and sat down next to Kane's bedside, trying his best not to lose control over the sight of his little brother's battered body, but right now he wasn't doing too well. It had only been a few months since him and Kane put all their troubled past behind them and decided to work together, they were still working out the kinks in their troubled relationship and the one time Kane needed him most, Marcus couldn't come to his little brother's rescue. Marcus didn't care about a lot of people, he had learned to block out human emotion, it helped him survive in the WWF, but he cared so much about Kane. He cared about Kane more then he thought was possible, Kane in the past few months, had been able to bring some light into Marcus's life.

"Shit."
Marcus hissed out underneath his breath, he pulled his long brown hair out of his face, he concentrated his gaze on Kane, Marcus watched Kane's body rise up and then rise down with each silent breath he took. Marcus felt more helpless then he did when he couldn't reach Kane in the ring, Marcus didn't like feeling helpless. The feeling of not being able to control his own destiny was something that Marcus did not like, Marcus had always been in control... but he should have expected that would change once he welcomed Kane back into his life.

Kane was Marcus's only weakness, and every one in the WWF knew that. That was why everyone went after Kane, because if Kane got hurt it would leave Marcus vulnerable. People would usually laugh at even the thought of Marcus, The Undertaker, being vulnerable... but Marcus was vulnerable at times... and that was because of Kane.

Marcus didn't know if he should be happy or pissed off at Kane for that.