Mark's P.O.V.
I desperately tried to find my brother, running all around the arena searching for him. I was beginning to get worried. Who am I kidding? I was worried sick. He's been acting really weird lately and I don't know what's going on through his thick head but it's not good by the way he looked last night. I finally made it to Chris Jericho's locker room and walk in without so much as a knock. I stop cold, seeing four superstars on the ground and blood sprayed everywhere. Now, normally this wouldn't bother me, but for some reason, my stomach made a weird churn and I felt like I was going to throw up. I step over the bodies and walk into the bathroom. My heart fell as I see Kane laying on the cold bathroom floor, covered in blood. I bend down next to him and touch his cheek tenderly. I then see dried tears on his cheeks and I sigh heavily. I get up and walk out. approaching the first staff member I saw.
"Go alert Mr. McMahon. We've got a serious situation on our hands."
Kane's P.O.V.
My eyes slowly flutter open as my vision tries to focus itself out. I groan and try to move but can't. I gasp as I see Vince, Mark, and the Board Of Directors crowding around me. I'm bound to a chair with no escape. I begin to panic, trying to release myself of the bonds that held me against my will but it was useless.
"Calm down, Kane. We're just here to help." Vince says, approaching me.
"Do you have ANY idea what you've done?" I flinch at the sound of one of the board member's voices as Mark turns to him, glaring. He gets in his face, staring into his soul.
"I suggest if you don't want to be next, you shut your mouth." He nods with a gulp and Mark walks over to me. He gets down on a knee and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Mark, what's going on? Why are these people here? What do they want with me? What did I do?" Mark puts a finger to my lips, shutting me up.
"Just calm down, okay? That's what we're trying to figure out. Just relax and try to answer their questions the best you can." I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat as he kisses my forehead and pulls up a chair, sitting beside me. Vince sits down on his couch and looks at me.
"Kane, we're concerned about you. You've…done some terrible things lately…" He pulls out a manila envelope and opens it, revealing pictures. He shows them to me, one by one, and I can only stare in pure horror.
"Are they…"
"No. But they are in ICU. What's going on with you, Kane? Tell us." Vince pleads as I stare at the ground. I don't speak for a good 30 seconds but I come back to reality as Mark puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Just tell us. You won't be going to jail, I promise." I swallow hard and draw in a shaking breath.
"For the past few weeks…I've been literally…loosing my mind. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't remember the date, time, nothing. It'll be 9 AM one minute and then 10 PM the next. I've got…blank spots in my memory…I'll be somewhere one minute and then four hours later, I'm somewhere else." I look up at Vince who is staring at me with a mix of emotions.
"I don't know what to do…I…" I trail off, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
"Well, I know what to do." I look up at the head of the board as he stood up and approached me, getting a little too close to me.
"Throw your big ugly ass into the insane asylum! You attacked and injured several WWE superstars! You're nothing but a crazy, ugly, fucking monster!" Mark grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall choking him. Security quickly rushed in, trying to control the situation as Mark shouted dangerous threats towards the head of the board. I sat in my own little world, that one word ringing in my ears. Monster. I wasn't a monster was I? I couldn't be…but why did I feel like one? I blink, snapping out of my daze as I look up to see Mark approaching me, taking out his pocket knife and cutting me loose. He helps me stand up and sits me on the couch, Vince and the rest of the board members now gone.
"You okay?" He asks more gentle than usual as he rubs my rope-burned wrists. I nod shaking, a few tears falling from my eyes.
"Hey." He turns my face towards him and wipes away my tears.
"Don't let what that dumb-ass said get to you, okay? You're not a monster." I look down, my eyes full of doubt.
"Then…why do I feel like one?" I look up at him and he couldn't do anything up pull me into his arms, running his hand over the back of my neck soothingly. It hit me. There was something wrong with me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. But, hopefully, as long as Mark is by my side, he can keep my demons at bay.