The Prize chapter 9:

The Undertaker slammed the door behind him and took several deep breaths trying to will the rage back down. His head was pounding from where she had thrown the drier at him. He reached up to feel the cut on his forehead. He looked down the hallway and saw Edge and Christian staring at him with mouths gaped open.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he growled at them

Edge and Christian suddenly became very interested in the pictures on the wall, and devoted their full attention to them. The Undertaker just rolled his eyes and walked to his bedroom. Once inside he went over to the mirror on the wall and looked at the wound on his head. It was just a superficial wound, and barely more than a simple cut, he gets worst wounds in the ring on a normal basis. The Undertaker thought about how Elizabeth had looked went he had her penned against the wall. She acted like he was about to kill her or something, He didn't like that fact at all. Sure he had liked it went she feared him, but this was different, he had gone too far.

The undertaker walked over to his desk and looked over some bills that Paul had brought in earlier, but he couldn't concentrate on them, he still couldn't stop thinking about Elizabeth. He felt guilty as hell for what he had did, and felt like a complete jackass for scaring her so badly over a small cut. What had he expected her to do? Most women don't take kindly to a guy randomly sticking their hands down her pants. She was right; he had deserved what he got, but yet he had attacked her like she was the one to blame, and for doing something that any sensible woman would do. He wondered if he should go and make sure she was ok, but thought better of it. After this morning, he was the last person she would want to see, and he knew it. He would give her space, and check in on her tonight…

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Elizabeth was a mess by the time she was able to pull herself off the floor. She began to start worrying for her own life. The Undertaker was evil, and she didn't put murder passed him; she didn't want to stick around to find out if he was capable of it. She started to look around the room once again trying to find something, anything that would help her escape. Maybe she had missed something the last time. She had spent several hours just going through everything, looking behind the dressers, under the bed, she even looked at the clothes to see if there was something attached to one of the garments that she could use to open the door with, but found nothing. There was a knock on the door.

"Fuck.'' She whispered to herself, she really didn't want to stop looking. She went over and sat down on her bed, not wanting to look suspicious. "Come in."

Paul walked in to the room with a plate that had a sandwich on it and a glass of tea. "I brought you lunch." He said still standing at the door

"Paul I'm not really hungry.''

"I don't think it would be wise to refuse the food dear, the Undertaker isn't in a good mood today. At least eat some of It." he pleaded

"He will be mad at you if you came down with the plate untouched, wouldn't he?'' Elizabeth asked him. When he nodded she sighed and motioned to the table. "Go on and set it down I will eat what I can of it."

Paul walked toward the table; he made it halfway but tripped on the place rug and dropped the glass of tea right onto her bed. "Oh no, I'm sorry." He said picking up the glass and staring at the large brown stain that was now on the white comforter. Paul shooked his head and gave her an apologetic look. "I will go get you some fresh sheets and a comforter from down stairs, and put them on the bed."

"Sheets,'' Elizabeth said a light bulb going off in her head, she turned to stare at the bed, of course how could she have been so stupid.

Paul looked at her, taking in her strange behavior. He began to wonder if the seclusion was getting to her. Maybe he should have a talk to Undertaker about letting her out of the room every once in a while. Elizabeth saw Paul looks at her from the corner of her eye and quickly shook herself, not wanting to give herself away.

"Paul, can you please just bring me up the sheets and let me change them? I've had a bad day, and don't want to be bothered. You can come by and get them in the morning. If you like I could put the sheets in the closet so the Undertaker doesn't see them, if that is an issue." She said in a sweet voice, trying to sound as innocent as she could.

''Um... well I don't see any problem with that. I will go get them for you now.''

"Thank you, I will eat what I can while you're getting them, that way you can take the plate with you so no one has to come back for it.''

Paul nodded and left the room. Elizabeth quickly ate half the sandwich and started pacing the room, staring at the bed the whole time. She had to laugh at herself. ''Elizabeth you ARE and idiot, why hadn't I thought of the sheets in the first place." She thought to herself. Elizabeth heard footsteps outside her bed room and quickly sat down at the table. Paul walked in, holding the folded up sheets and blanket and placed them on a small table by the door. Elizabeth picked the plate off the table and held it out to him, giving him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Paul this is all I could eat, I hope it's enough so you don't get into trouble."

"No that's just fine, he should be happy with that." He said taking the plate from her, and walked out.

Elizabeth waited for him to walk out before jumping up. She rushed over to the sheets and unfolded them so she could get a better look.

"Perfect." She said smiling at them.

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The Undertaker was in the kitchen fixing him something to eat, he wondered what was keeping Paul so long, he had sent him up to give Elizabeth her lunch 10 minutes ago. He wanted to ask him how Elizabeth was holding up, he had been worried about her all day, but didn't want to upset her anymore then what she was. He knew she probably didn't want to see him.

The rest of the Ministry sat at the table, eating whatever they had fixed themselves, and not saying a word. They all knew that the Undertaker wasn't in a good mood today, and didn't want to do or say anything that would enrage him.

The door opened and Paul walked in holding a plate in his hands. Every head turn to him as he stared at the Undertaker and sat the plate on the table. "That's all she said she could eat. she didn't want anything at all at first, but I convinced her to try to eat some of it.'' he said.

The Undertaker stared at the plate sadly and sat down at the table. "How was she?"

"She seemed very depressed to be honest, and she said she doesn't want to be bothered. She seems very distant as well."

The Undertaker nodded. "Leave us, I want to speak to Paul alone.'' He instructed the Ministry. He waited until they had all walked out before bringing his attention back to Paul. "What do you think is wrong with her?"

"Mark, she has nothing to do in there, humans are sociable creatures, and they can only take seclusion for so long. She is bored and lonely. I know that you have been visiting, but word has it that you two have been getting along. Let her out of the room every once in a while, and give her something to occupy her mind while she is alone. You can't keep her locked up all the time and expect her to be happy. Maybe then she would even be more willing to be around you.''

The Undertaker nodded his head. Paul was the only person he would take advice from, he has known Paul since he was a child and he had even taken care of the Undertaker for a short time after his parents had died. He was the only one to use the Undertaker's real name in the Ministry, all though he rarely did it. Paul being scared of the Undertaker was not an act though, and it was only on subjects of great importance did he talk to the Undertaker so freely.

"So how did you get her to eat?"

"She asked if you would be mad at me if she didn't, and I said yes." Paul said simply.

The Undertaker huffed and shook his head. "That girl has a soft spot for you Paul. She hates me."

"Well, do you blame her; your actions haven't given her a reason not to. I know you like to use your dark side Mark, but I don't think being the perfection of evil is going to help you this time.''

"I'll go to her tonight, and see if I can smooth things over, and I will thank about letting her out.''

Paul nodded and sat down at the table, he started to slowly rub his temples. This was going to be a long day, Paul could feel it. The undertaker got back up and started to finish his lunch, silently thanking to himself. His stared window and his eyes widen.

"DAMN IT!'' he said and run for the door, calling for the Ministry on his way out.