Chapter 3- Requiem of a Deadman.

Taker sat alone in his locker room for a good hour, he couldn't help but think… his streak is on the line tonight as well… the fact that it's been well over 17 years he had been in the business. 17 years on the road, battered and bruised, his blood had spilt in every city of this country and others. He wasn't getting any younger, yet… he didn't feel accomplished. "There so much to do and little time to do it in" he said to himself. "God, I wish I had more time"

"More time for what?"

Snapping out of his trance, Taker saw Kane standing before him with his gear in hand. "You've been really thinking a lot as of late bro, something on your mind?"

"Since when the hell did you call me bro?" Taker demanded. "And yeah, I got a lot on my mind, a man can think can't he?"

"Of course, never said you couldn't, I've been there you know" Kane said as he began to put his bag down. He was just placing his stuff in the locker when a chill hit him. "I got this creepy feeling"

"Creepy how?" asked Taker.

"Well, I saw the girls here earlier, since then… they vanished. Haven't seen them since, nor have I see Morrison, Santino or Carlito. It's like they vanished"

"Probably went out to get something to eat"

"Take, all the doors are locked, none of us can get out"

"What? Since when?"

"Since this morning, I tried leaving earlier but couldn't get the door to open. Security ignored me… come to think of it. I walked by those guys and they haven't even moved since I last saw them… that was three hours ago"

Taker grew curious to the sight and asked Kane to show him. Walking to the back exit doors, Kane pointed out the two security guards. "HEY! What's with the doors?" he called. No answer. It pissed the Deadman off when he spoke and no one listened. He took hold of one of their shoulders and forced them around. "I am… Oh Shit!"

The guard fell to the ground. Kane gasped and looked away in utter horror, his neck was torn out, and the body was supported by a steel rod up though its neck… the other guard was the same. "My God" Kane whispered finally able to regain his breath.

"How the hell couldn't you notice a dead body?" Taker demanded of him. Yet he paused when he noticed something odd. "Kane… if they're dead… shouldn't there be blood?"

Gathering himself, Kane stared at the ground and the steel rod that supported the body… not a tickle of blood came from either one or the other corpse. "How can that be possible…" Kane was about to ask… until a horrified scream came down the hallway.

The brothers rushed to the scene of the scream when they saw her. Stephanie McMahon stood petrified, lying in her locker room were the bodies of the Divas, Santino and a half alive Carlito. Morrison sat in the corner, white as a ghost yet still breathed. "Oh God… Oh God" he muttered.

"John, John!" Taker called, he got him and Carlito out of the room, neither man could speak as Taker asked them what the hell happened. The divas were just as security was, their necks torn yet whoever was doing this went a step farther. The women were mutilated. Their skin was torn… as not a drop of blood came from the wounds. Kane then saw Stephanie lose her balance; he caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Stephanie? Are you ok?" Kane asked.

"What the hell is going on!" yelled Triple H, he rushed to Kane side. Just out of the corner of his eyes he caught them… lying in the locker room, the divas that had been killed. "Oh my God… Oh my God! We got to call for help! We need the police!" Hunter quickly pulled out his cellphone and tried to get a signal… nothing. "I don't understand… I could always get a signal here…"

The power began to flicker. Morrison grabbed hold of Kane's arm for deal life. "RUN!" He demanded.

Not knowing what to think, Taker picked up Carlito, Kane got Morrison as Triple H carried his wife to a safer location. The power was going out everywhere. "HEY!" called the Miz.

Everyone turned to face him, "Miz! Stay out of the shadows! Stay out of the shadows!" pleaded Morrison.

The hallway behind the Miz tuned to black. "What's the big deal… Why…" he was hit from behind and crashed to the ground. Something took hold of Miz as he was dragged into the darkness. "OH GOD! HELP ME!" He screamed, Kane let go of Morrison as he reached for Miz's arm. "Don't let go please Kane don't let go! AAAHHH! IT'S GOT MY LEG! IT'S TEARING INTO MY LEG!"

Kane pulled with all of his strength, trying to get Miz out of harms way, he saw the blood on his pant legs now… and the hands that took hold. Whoever was doing this from the darkness is stronger than Kane. The person kept pulling and pulling until the sweat on Miz's hands made Kane lose his grip. "MIZ! FIGHT BACK!" Kane screamed at him.

Miz only let out another horrifying shriek, the hands had moved up on his body, digging their demonic fingers into his flesh. "Kane let go! Let go man!" Morrison yelled.

"YOU BASTARD!" Miz screamed. Kane lost his grip as Miz was slowly dragged into the shadows…