Chapter 2- The writing assignment.

The second session didn't go according to plan in Dr. Shelby's mind. The moment the three men came back into the room. None brought along their binders, they merely sat in their chairs and stared at the front of the room. "Okay, I see a lot of sour faces today. And no papers"

Taker sneered to the notion as he looked as if he were about to speak, but quickly silenced himself. Kane thought it was rather unusual of the Deadman to do such a thing, when something is on his mind, he isn't afraid to speak it. "So, lets look over what I asked…"

"No need to, we know what the assignment was" growled Kane. "What you fail to realize is the fact that we have very suppressed memories. We like to keep them that way"

"Well you see Kane, I believe in a talking cure. If you keep your emotions bottled up inside of you, they will only destroy you in the end, leaving you with nothing. So come on, we're grown men here. Let's talk this through! Paul, you first!"

Paul Bearer stared at the doctor as if he were insane. He shook his head, refusing to say a word. Dr. Shelby then turned to the Undertaker, who only turned his head away and refused to speak. Kane suddenly found himself in the doctor's sight. "Alright, Kane, you speak. But just so we make progress. No one leaves until someone explains themselves and shares!"

Kane tilted his head oddly, not in confusion, but understanding what the Doctor was asking. "Alright, you want me to share, here it is. We grew up around death, death was in the house, under the floorboards and in the basement. We desensitized ourselves to it all, unaware of the affect it would have on us in the future. My brother and I don't always see eye to eye, but when we do we can raise hell among other things. My 'dad' led me on the path of destruction. To seek revenge after the Undertaker betrayed him. Such notion has others use me for their own purposes. I've been used all my life. Used as a weapon, a force of revenge and enforcing loyalty to those under the command of others who believed they deserved to take lead over others, when in fact I demanded it on their behalf. When in fact I never sought to use my own power and establish myself as my own man, my own person. Maybe it's my own fault for not setting bounds to those around me, to learn that they aren't always there to help me… be there for me… to be a friend… or bother… or father"

The room fell silent as every eye stared blankly at Kane. He then turned to the doctor. "Is that enough sharing for the day? Or do you want more of my misfortune to feed off of and make yourself fell like you have accomplished something in your pathetic career?"

Dr. Shelby nearly couldn't speak. Instead he only nodded his head and dismissed them for the day.

As Kane and Taker walked out, the Deadman grabbed hold of Kane's arm. The two were silent as Kane turned and faced his brother. Yet neither one spoke. Instead, Kane pulled his arm away and walked out.