Chapter 10- Out of the ordinary…

Kane thought of the next story to go to, it wasn't a present one to say the least. Kane and Taker found themselves in a frozen forest, next to Mickey James and Trish. "Where the hell are we?" Taker growled in annoyance.

"Narnia!" Mickey grinned. "I need to introduce you to the goat man!" she grinned.

Taker's eyes glared to Kane with a not so impressed look. Kane was the only one out of them wearing a long sweater, prepared for this kind of weather. "What the hell have you brought us to now?" Taker whispered to him.

Kane smirked. "It's called the Lion, witch and McMahon's wardrobe. I got a good laugh out of it… especially at the battle… you get to ride a Unicorn!"

Taker's eyes widened in shock, "I ain't get my ass on no God damn unicorn!" he scolded Kane.

His statement just brought Kane into a laughing fit. "Oh man…"

"What?!" Taker demanded of him.

"That's exactly what the kid wrote! She wrote those same words that you just said… Damn, she's good"

"Don't tell me Kane… Same chick… Hunter Potter?" he asked.

There was a blush on Kane's face. "Yep. Come on, let's go talk to some beavers" Kane said aloud.

Taker stood there puzzled, and greatly confused. "Talk to beavers? What the hell are you, Dr. Dolittle!"

Taker soon saw what Kane was referring to; a beaver came out of nowhere and introduced himself as… Mr. Beaver. "Figures" mumbled Taker.

When he learned he was going to have to follow it, Mickey James was all bubbly. "Can you believe it, a talking beaver? I still need to show you guys the goat man"

"Faun" Kane corrected. "It's a faun"

"Whatever" Mickey giggled back.

"I am never traveling with you again!" Taker muttered back to Kane.

"Come on Deadman, its not all that bad. It's a safe story!"

"I don't give a rat's ass, I just want to get the hell out of here." Taker muttered. Kane paused for the moment and turned to Taker. "Fine then, let's see what you bring us to," he challenged.

Taker paused and looked to Kane. "Ok… Let me think on that one…" Taker thought it over; he knew one story where he could easily be, for no doubt someone has written it. He thought it over till a blinding flash came from nowhere.

Taker had trouble seeing for a moment, till he realized a helmet was on his head, a loud breathing apparatus was started. He looked to a mirror and said very slowly. "Aw… Hell… I'm Darth Taker!"