Chapter 2- The days pass
Due to time restraint, Kane was forced to head back to Raw with Cryme Tyme and Ray Ray. He briefed the men as to what has happened and worried what would become of them if someone else had their hands on the book. Kane filled them in as he was driving to the next arena. "It's not that bad… is it?" Shad asked aloud.
"Taker told me the book is written in an odd, ancient language, it reveals itself to those with desire for destruction, torture and chaos." Kane explained back.
"In other words, keep it out of Kane's hands and my own!" warned Ray Mysterio. "I was having too much fun when the chaos erupted in the locker room"
Kane however snickered aloud. "That you will never get rid of that bit of me Ray. As well, it's true, if you find the book boys, burn it!" Kane called to the back.
It would be a week later when Kane got a frantic phone call. It was his night off, and he was rather stunned to the number. "Hardy?" he whispered. Answering the phone Kane heard the voice of Matt Hardy freaking out.
"JEFF! BRING YOURSELF DOWN!" The focus then turned back to the phone. "Oh God Kane, please answer!"
"Matt? How did you get my number?" Kane asked.
"Explain later, Jeff is flying! I think he's possessed!"
"Calm down, where are you?" Kane asked slowly.
Matt was just down the street from the hotel Kane was staying at. It was a local cracker barrel restaurant. With the roll of his eyes, Kane got moving and went to see what all the hub bub was about. Jeff must have over done it on the sugar.
Kane left in a hurry and arrived at the restaurant. Matt was standing in the middle of it, looking up distressfully. "Matt, what's going on?" Kane asked. "You forget your wallet?"
Matt said nothing as he pointed upward. Slowly Kane looked up to the roof and saw Jeff Hardy stuck! Jeff gave a nervous smile and waved. "Hey" he muttered.
Kane looked down to Matt who explained he was freaking out since Jeff nearly hit the ceiling fan. Kane however wanted to know how the hell the young Hardy got up there! "Jeff, is there something you want to tell me?" Kane demanded of him.
"Uh… I shouldn't have had that ginger ale?"
"What the hell do you mean by that!?"
Matt explained to Kane the moment Jeff too a sip of his drink, he began to float. It wasn't that bad at first, he could control it, but then things got out of hand, He began to fly higher and higher in the restaurant when he nearly hit the ceiling fans and became diced Hardy. Luckily he avoided them and has since been roofed. "Can you guys hurry and get me down… I really have to go to the bathroom!" begged Jeff.
Kane began to rub down his face stressfully. He also wondered why this always happened to him, and why he had to be the one to solve the issue. "Ok, hold on Jeff." Kane got on his cellphone and made a quick call. In a few minutes JBL walked in with a bull rope.
"What's this I hear about something needing to be… roped…" Kane took hold of JBL's head and made him look up. The moment Bradshaw saw Jeff on the roof. He stared at Kane. "You don't pay me enough for this sort of thing"
"I don't pay you at all. Rope him down" Kane ordered.
Matt got the ceiling fans shut off as JBL fixed his rope, he swirled it about and threw up as high as he could. He roped Jeff's foot on the third try. Cautiously, he pulled Jeff down off the roof and brought him onto the floor. Oddly enough he remained grounded once his feet touched. Jeff said a quick thank you as he rushed for the bathroom. Bradshaw on the other hand left the rope with Kane. "I think you are going to need this more than me!" before walking off.
Kane turned to Matt. "What did your brother do?" he demanded lowly.
Not even Matt knew for certain, just the fact that his brother started flying after drinking a Canada Dry ginger ale. "Damn Canadians" Kane muttered.
"Why blame Canada?" Matt questioned.
"Because, I got no one else to blame but you if I don't!"
Matt agreed. "Oh yeah, Damn Canadians… and their great beverages!"
Kane rolled his eyes as he decided to head back to his hotel room, unbeknownst to him, this was just the start of the incredible flying Hardy.
