Mark's P.O.V.
There was no emotion behind my eyes as a thick foggy film glazed over my emerald green pools. I barely spoke anymore, always keeping to myself and caring for no one else besides myself. I could no longer feel my heart beat. It was dead, just like my soul. And this how I shall remain until the day I find him. The one who caused me to be this way. The one who crushed my entire being under his boot with a sick smile on his face. I'll kill him. I'll make sure he fully understands what he did to me.
"Five minutes, Undertaker." My eyes looked up to see an official standing in my doorway. My gaze returned back to the floor, giving the referee his cue to leave. He disappeared as I listening to nothing but my labored breathing. I then heard heavy soled footsteps approach me. I stared down patent black ring boots. My eyes narrowed. I knew those boots. My eyes slowly lifted up, catching the staring glance of my little brother. He looked the same as he did 10 years ago. My eyes slowly widened as I felt my body begin to tremble, rage boiling up inside me.
"Hello, big brother." His voice was voided of emotion as I slowly rose to my feet, my long dark hair hiding the feral look now swimming in my eyes. I suddenly grabbed him, slamming him against the wall as hard as I could.
"Why...why...why did you come back? Why couldn't you stay out of my life?" I was now on the verge of completely losing my mind.
"Why did you have to do what you did?" I was trembling, my hands tightly around his neck. I looked up through tear-filled angry eyes to see him just staring back at me. He smirked and kneed me in the stomach, causing me to let go and stumbled back, bringing me down to a knee.
"I told you, big brother. The next time you saw me, you are to kill me. I suggest you do it before I kill you." A growl escaped my throat as I got up to a vertical base.
"Then let me not disappoint you!" I charged, ramming us through the locker room door. I landed punch after punch in his face, tears falling from my eyes. He just laid there and took it.
"Why won't you fight back?" I screamed, watching his face wince in pain with every punch I threw in his face. He suddenly brought his head up to mine, slamming his forehead into mine. I gave a yell, holding my head as I fell backwards. He now hovered above him, all of his weight crushing me against the floor. He then revealed a knife and pressed it against my throat.
"You'll understand in due time, big brother." He then handed the knife to me.
"Now...do it. Do what you've been wanting to do for the past 10 years. Kill me. Do it." The knife trembled in my hands as my angry expression softened, tears filling my eyes.
"I..." I stared into those two-toned baby blues of my younger brother and saw nothing but regret in them.
"I can't..."
"Stop right there!" We both looked to see security guards surrounding us. They pulled Kane off of me, restraining him. I felt arms help me up and the knife fall from my hand, metal clanking against the cement floor.
"Get them out of here! Now!" I was forced to walk towards the exit, looking over my shoulder to see Edge running up to Kane, placing his hand on his cheek, a worried expression playing his features. Kane's arms slipped around Edge's waist as he tore his gaze from mine, looking down at Edge and placing a kiss on his lips. My teeth clenched tightly together as my eyes shut tightly, turning my head back away from them. Kane and Edge secretly watched as the security officers hauled me out of the building to a waiting cop car. I was placed in the cop car, my wrists bearing handcuffs. I stared out the window as Kane and Edge stood outside with the chief of police and Mr. McMahon. As the car pulled out, I caught a glimpse of Kane giving me an evil smirk. I shut my eyes tightly as a tear dripped from my chin.
"I'll kill you...I swear on our parents graves, I'll kill you..."
"Open cell number 6." A buzzer sounded as I was walked to my new home for the next couple of nights to "cool off". I was released from the metal cuffs and given an orange jumpsuit to change into. I sighed heavily and rested against the wall, my hand being placed over my eyes. From the top bunk, jumped down my new cell mate. He was a little bit shorter than me, had olive colored skin, bright sky blue eyes, and shaggy black hair that hung down in his face almost touching his shoulders. He stared at me for a minute before sticking out his hand.
"I'm Trevor. Nice to meet you." I removed my hand from my eyes, now staring down the man I was forced to share a cell with. I slapped it away, turning my attention to the floor.
"I'm not here to make friends." He then smiled.
"Then the least you could do is make allies. It's rough here. You don't want to get into a fight and not have any backup." I growled, not getting annoyed with this new man called Trevor.
"I don't need help. I can fight on my own." He put his hands up in defense.
"Oh, I'm sure you can. You're The Undertaker." My eyes shot up to his.
"That's right. I know who you are. We all do. Which is why you'll be easy picking for all the tough guys here. And just a little heads up, they don't play around. They'll kill you the second they can get their hands on you." I pushed past him and sat down on the bottom cot, my arms resting on my knees.
"Maybe it's better if they do." He joined my side, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"C'mon, now. Don't talk like that. It can't be that bad, can it?" I looked over at him, my heart slowly pounding in my chest, tormenting me.
"My own flesh and blood betrayed me to go cheat on me with someone I thought was my friend then suddenly shows up out of the blue 10 years later." Trevor looked a bit taken a back as he nodded.
"I see. I'm sorry, friend. Maybe I can help you sort things out. What are your charges?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"Assault and battery with intent to kill." He grimaced and put his hand on my leg, patting it.
"Then it looks like you'll be here for a while. C'mon. What'd ya say? Friends?" I turned to him to see him smiling. I haven't trusted anyone but myself in the last 10 years, always being cautious of who I aligned myself with. But Trevor seemed like a decent guy. I shook his hand and cracked a small smile for the first time since my brother's betrayal.
"Friends."