Title: The Blood That Binds Us
Rating: M
Pairing: Undertaker/Kane
Disclaimer: I do not own. But I do own the sick and twisted thoughts that enter my head. -snicker-
The Blood That Binds Us
Chapter 2: Uneven Odds
Last week was probably one of the worst moments in WWE history. Or at least...in my family history. Seeing Kane's face after it was announced that he was being drafted to RAW was a sight I never want to see again. I was tempted to go out to the ring and beat someone down for the tears that filled my brother's eyes. I still obey my saying that if someone screws with me or my family, I'm seriously going to hurt them. That will never change. I may be a dead man but I still love my family. And whoever wants to try and change that will forever be six feet under in the ground, choking on their own air supply.
I sighed heavily as I entered my locker room, tossing my bags down without a care. Tonight, I had a one-on-one match with a mystery opponent. But I didn't care anymore. All I wanted was my brother back by my side. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, refusing to let my eyes close and miss one second of my brother's face before I would never see it again. I heard a knock on my locker room door. A low growl escaped my throat, alerting whoever was behind the door that I was not in the best of moods to talk.
"Uh, Undertaker, it's Hunter." I rolled my eyes and opened the door, a sympathetic Triple H standing before me.
"What do you want?" Hunter sighed and bit his lip nervously.
"Look, man. I just wanted to come and give you my condolences. I know it's not easy having your brother by your side. I had to go through the same thing when Shawn and I were separated. But I-" I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, the look of fear now swimming in his eyes.
"I don't need your sympathy. I don't need anyone's sympathy. Now I suggest you leave my sight before I make you." I slowly released the Cerebral Assassin, taking a step back. Hunter cleared his throat, straightening his shirt.
"Sorry to waste your time. Good luck tonight." He then retreated down the hallway without another word. My heart felt cold. Lifeless. Completely without remorse. Nothing to make it pump life into this vessel of a human body. I closed my eyes, returning to my locker room, sitting down on the bench, thought racing through my mind. Where was Kane? Was he okay? Did he get to the arena on time? Was he upset? Angry? Scared? All these questions plagued my psyche for what seemed like an eternity. Next thing I knew, another knock on my door. I really pitted the fool who tried to get me to open the door, for I was too lost in my own head to even acknowledge that someone was there.
"Five minutes, Undertaker." No other words were spoken besides those three. Just like the three words I said to Kane before we departed last Monday. The words that will most likely be never spoken again. "I love you." The three words that surrounded our relationship. And the phrase that held us together like glue. Now the seem has come unhinged and we're separated. I just hope we meet again by some chance of fate. I just want to see him smile one last time.
"Here is your winner, The World's Strongest Man, Mark Henry!" My painfully swollen eyes slowly fluttered open to see the referee kneeling next to me.
"Can you hear me, Undertaker?" I slowly sat up, my dark locks hiding my lack of emotions. I didn't have time to rebuttal with a reaction as I was hit in the head with a steel chair. My lights went out, the last thing flashing before my eyes was an image of my little brother's tear-stained face.
"Undertaker! Undertaker!" I let out a groan as my hand twitched a bit.
"Oh, thank god, man. We thought you were dead." I knew that voice. I opened my eyes to see Hunter along with two medical personnel.
"Undertaker, if you can hear me, say something." I slowly took in a breath, my voice fragile, almost like glass.
"What happened...on RAW?" Hunter's relieved expression melted as he looked down in sorrow.
"Kane, uh...had an accident during his match with The Great Khali. Khali...dislocated Kane's knee with a steel chair." I sat up immediately, not really caring that the room was spinning beyond control. Hunter threw my arm over his shoulders, helping me stand up.
"You're coming back with me tonight, big guy." Hunter explained as we stumbled back to his waiting limo. He helped me inside and told the driver to go. I tried to regulate my breathing as Hunter slapped me, trying to get me to stay awake.
"Don't pass out on me, man. I don't feel like hauling your big ass all the way up two flights of stairs." I sighed heavily, opening my eyes, signaling that I was indeed, conscious.
"I need to call Kane." Hunter put his hand on my shoulder, keeping me seated.
"What you need to do is sit there until we get back to my hotel room. Then we can call him. Alright?" I nodded, my head resting on the leather seat, a stray tear falling down my cheek. Little brother, please be okay.
Kane's P.O.V.
I screamed in agony as the doctors tried desperately to try and pop my knee back into place. There was a loud pop and relief came over me within seconds. I panted heavily as The Big Show patted me on the shoulder, now releasing me his hold on me, scared that I would retaliate and kick one of the nurses in the face. Which I would've done, had Show not have been there.
"You're alright, man. It's done." I opened my eyes, blinking to try and get my vision to clear up.
"I—I need to call Mark. Tell him what happened."
"No need. I already called Hunter and told him to let Mark know." I looked at Show with worry in my two-toned eyes.
"I need to talk to him. Make sure he's okay." Show shook his head in protest, helping me off the table, a brace now wrapped around my knee.
"We can do that later. Right now, we need to get you back to the hotel for some rest. C'mon." He helped me to the parking garage and into his SUV. We drove back to the hotel in silence, my expression telling a traumatizing story. I wonder how Mark's doing without me. I hope he's okay.