Chapter 2- Raising Kane
Not even he knew what happened on the night of the attack, something inside of Kane finally snapped and made him lash out at the Undertaker. The two hadn't seen nor spoke much to each other, the two did have an odd team up when it came to punishing superstars. But even then, Kane felt resentment. No one feared him unless his name was attached to the Undertaker, like a shadow he was nothing more than an undertone compared to the Deadman himself. Yet it all changed on the night he struck.
The memory was a blur, but all he could recall was the Undertaker, laying on the floor in a comatose state. But he knew his brother all too well, he could have been playing possum. So Kane waited. Armed with a folded chair at his side, just to be certain. Kane sat as long as the Undertaker lay on the floor, motionless. Nearly four hours would pass and still, not a single twitch from the deadman, no attempt to sit up or anything. The moment left him rather breathless, yet it was quick to end when the room fell into darkness.
Kane rose from his chair and held his weapon in hand. He called for the Undertaker to attack him one more time, "Come on Deadman, you knew this was coming eventually! Stop hiding in the shadows and face me!" Kane screamed.
Just then, a small beacon of light bathed Kane, he looked about and saw the druids who circled him and that of the Undertaker. They said nothing as their attention turned from their fallen leader to Kane. "He has been defeated, in such a manner, that it must be recognized" one said aloud.
Kane glared at each and every one of them, he kept the chair close and demanded to know what they wanted. "You seek revenge for what I have done to your 'leader' then so be it. I will take each and every one of you down myself!"
He looked and tried to see a face under the cowls, yet none was to be found. Kane felt like a caged animal as he waited for one of them to flinch or attempt to strike against him. None made such a motion. Instead, the one that spoke stepped forward, and went onto one knee. "You have bested the Lord of Darkness, which means one thing. You have succeeded him"
The words forced a pause in the Big Red Monster, did the Druid just announced he succeeded the Undertaker? "What makes you think I have done such a thing? Look at him! He has done this many times before, what makes this any different?" Kane demanded.
The druid laughed. "Such intensity in your eyes, the power in your voice says everything. You yarned for the power, you craved to break free from your brother's path and power to find your own. You have found it by bringing his downfall. He found his path the day he set fire to your home…"
Kane felt the air knocked from him, as the other druids kneeled before him. "We are yours to command now, what do you wish of us?"
A crooked smile came over him, Kane laughed aloud as he ordered the Druids to rise. "We must make this look like another is behind it, after, I want to learn everything you taught my brother… it was you who taught him everything, was it not?"
The druids nodded. "It was, and we shall obey"