CHAPTER 2
The little blond girl crept silently into the dark room, a low growl was heard coming from the king size bed in the middle of the room. The girl was only seven, but she wasn't afraid of what was sleeping on her parent's bed. Dressed in her little flannel night gown made it a little hard for her climb onto the bed, she could see the sleeping giant laying amongst the covers. There was another form, a smaller female body that slept beside the giant, her blond hair was long and tangled in the man's hand.
The little one crept closer then slowly stood up, a smile on her lips as she began to take aim. She bent down and then jumped into the air with all her might, landing on top of the giant.
"Body slam!" She shouted as the man began to wake up from this little attack.
"Good morning Chasey…" Mark groaned.
"I body slammed you daddy!" the little girl grinned.
"Yeah, baby doll, you did." He replied as he began to shake the woman beside him, "Sara, your daughter is up."
"When you're home, she's your daughter…" The woman answered without moving from her comfortable spot in his arms.
"Fine…" He leaned over and gave his wife a kiss, "see you in a bit."
He rose up from the bed, Chasey was still hanging on him as he walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, he was glad that he decided to wear track pants to bed. He preferred the buff, but not when children where around.
Five year old Gracie sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of milk and Fruit Loops all over the table.
She looked up and smiled at Mark, "I made my own breakfast Daddy!"
Mark smiled and shook his head, "I see that you did, baby."
Still with Chasey holding, Mark grabbed the dust mop and paper towels from the counter, then moved to the table and began cleaning up the mess.
"Are you going to work daddy?" Gracie asked.
"No baby…" Sara smiled as she came into the kitchen, "Daddy's not going to work anymore."
"Really?" Asked Chasey as she slid off her father's back.
"Yep," Mark grinned, "I'm not leaving you guys for a long time. The Undertaker is officially retired."
The children smiled as they grabbed hold of his legs, hopping up and down as they shouted their glee.
"Ok!" Sara tried to calm the young ones down, "You guys still need to get ready for school!"
Mark sat down at the kitchen table as he watched Sara go into the open kitchen and began to get breakfast on the way. He couldn't help but smile, at last he believed he felt complete. This was the life he was meant to lead all these years, he was just happy to be able to achieve this.
He was retired now, the Undertaker would no longer grace the run way of the WWE and terrorize the people. No, the Undertaker would rest in peace now, and the man, Mark Callaway, could now live.
"Mark?" Sara called to him, "How do you want your eggs, honey?"
"Over easy babe."
"Gotcha…" She smiled.
Week mornings were the same, but he loved every minute of it. They ate their breakfast and got the kids dressed, they did it together when ever they could. Running around for coats, shoes and school bags were next, it was a good thing that old Rufus, their bull mastiff had a good nose to smell out the remains of yesterday's lunches or else they could never find the school bags.
"Alright…" Sara said as she came out of the bedroom fully dressed, "I'll just run the kids to school, and then I'm going to stop in at Wal-Mart to get a few things. I should be back before lunch."
"I'll clean up," Mark volunteered.
She leaned over to his and kissed him quickly, "Maybe we can get a work out before you pick up the kids after school?"
"Mmm…" He smiled at her, "I look forward to it."
"Girls, give daddy a kiss and let's go." Sara said as she grabbed her coat and walked to the front door of their ranch home.
"Bye daddy" Both girls said as they kissed their father goodbye and ran out the door.
Sara smiled at him and gave a final wink at him before leaving. Mark took a moment to look around the house, it was definitely in a state of Chaos as toys and litter cluttered the halls and living spaces. Kids would do it to ya!
He raised himself from the couch and began clearing the table, he could hear the truck leaving the dirt driveway as they left the yard. He walked over to the entertainment center in the living and popped on the radio, truth be told, he liked the rock channels.
As Ozzy Ozborne played in the back ground, Mark began to work at the task of cleaning up the house, he would have many more days of doing this now, no longer to be apart from his family. He didn't hear the steps coming behind him, he didn't know she was there behind him, just a few inches away now. As he picked up a Barbie doll off the floor, he felt the hard knock at the back of his head, it almost caused him to go down, but he stayed on his feet.
"What the?" Mark turned around to face the intruder in his home, but he faced another punch, this time a lot harder than the first. He felt the small metal bars that were sewn into the black leather glove of the fist, he had felt it before, a long time ago.
"Ha! Years ago I could not have hit you twice, my Lord." The oh so familiar and hateful voice sounded as her steel toed leather boot connected with his stomach, he could feel his breakfast wanting to come up as he hit the floor in pain.
Mark slowly looked up at the woman who stood before him, he recognizable her that moment. She was dressed from neck to toe in thick black leather, there were metal plates stitched to her arms, her black hair was tied tight in a pony tail on the back of her head. Her black eyes starred at him with hateful familiarity.
This woman wasn't human, she didn't come from this world. Her people are the Agoras, a people that were well known for their abilities in battle and live in the shadows. They were a tribe of Warrior women, Amazons of his former home. They ate, breathed, and bred war into their people for generations. They were the most prized assassins and guardians, but to get one to serve someone other than another Agora was a next to impossible task. The King of Mark's old home had six that served him.
"Syrah…" Mark growled, "How the hell did you find me?"
She smiled as she placed her hands on her hips, "You are sloppy, my Lord. I see that living in this world has made you…weak."
Mark stood up, but he was cautious as he did. He knew this woman hated him from the moment they first met, she had tested him physically for years, it was more like torture.
"You have some nerve breaking into my home and attacking me, you forget who I am." Mark said in a deep and commanding voice.
"I forget who you are?" She smiled, "It appears to me that it is you who has forgotten who you are! And I am here to remind you of what you left behind!"
"There's nothing back there for me…" Mark shouted back as the warrior woman tried to slam another fist at him.
He caught it in mid air, he was smiling now. That is, until he felt the hit at his groin and released his hold on her as the pain flashed through his body.
"I do feel terrible to hit you there, but you do have great responsibilities back home that require your attention, My Lord. Now…You can come back with me willingly, or I bring you back as a corpse. Your choice."
"I doubt the King would allow you to travel here, Syrah…to be so far away from your charge?" Mark said as he got back on his feet painfully, he was getting tired of this woman beating on him, she was older than he was and she was still as strong as he was.
"The King?" She raised her eyebrows, "I take it as you have not heard? The king died five years ago, in the princess' arms."
Mark's eyes widened at he starred at her in disbelief, "King Harein is dead?"
"Yes…" Syrah became sombre for a moment, "…the Princess became Queen the next day."
He looked at her with worry in his eyes, "Amiley? How is she? I know she loved her father very much…"
The black eyes turned vile once more at him, "Why would it matter to you how she is? I am sure that loosing her father was far less painful than the humiliation that you caused her in the Royal Court. At least she no longer has to look at her father's guilty eyes anymore."
Mark's face grew angry at the woman, "So, you're going to try to guilt me into going back? Don't you think that's a little low for you kind?"
She smiled, "No, I would never guilt you my Lord. I prefer blackmail."
