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WARNING: Dark themes, Angst, Violence
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Kane untangled himself from the sleeping girl as gently as he could. He was glad she had fallen asleep, positive she would be able to sense the slight anxiety radiating off him. Carefully, he laid her down on her makeshift palette and drew the blanket over her. She looked peaceful for once. Unsurprisingly, every time he saw the girl, she looked tired and in distress, so it was a pleasing change.
It wouldn't last.
He knew it wouldn't. Taker was obviously back in town and there'd be consequences. The familiar curling of dread in his gut returned. His brother was not meant to be trifled with. Man, woman, or child, it didn't matter because he was ruthless all the same. The man didn't see humanity. All he saw was either dollar signs or obstacles. But in TJ's case, Taker had obviously found a toy. As much as he could remember, the only other plaything Taker had ever had was Kane himself when they were children. Their shared childhood traumatized him to such a degree that he literally hid behind a mask everyday. How sad is that?
Giving the girl a final once over to make sure she was okay, Kane headed out the door.
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Deep breath in.
Deep breath out.
In.
Out.
Kane was trying to steady himself before facing his brother. The one thing he ever took from his one therapy session was to keep breathing. It would help stave off anxiety/panic attacks. He employed this now as he walked outside the clubhouse. The sun shone brightly down on him, but there was still an ungodly chill. Weather in the South made no sense, but it was home.
Quit stalling.
Right. Taker was waiting on him. Kane took a deep breath and straightened his spine. He turned and walked purposefully, albeit slowly to the garage. Another sting of anxiety hit him low when Taker's broad back came into view. He was standing in front of the one of the vans, its hood up. He was probably fixing it. Kane dreaded every step he took. Damned his very feet for escorting him over. Before he knew it, he was standing a couple feet behind Taker.
There was a silence. Taker continued to prod at the van. Kane waited for acknowledgement.
A buzzard landed nearby.
"Sit down." Kane sat on a stool positioned next to the van.
Taker said nothing after this. He reached over for a tool and went back to work. Despite the 30 degree weather, Kane felt a bead of sweat slide down his back. The stool was old and creaky, so he had to resist all the fidgeting he wanted to do.
After what felt like forever, Taker, monkey wrench in hand, turned to look at Kane. The masked man averted his eyes downward. The venom in his brother's eyes was something he could never face.
"Have I hit you in the head one too many times or what, because I'm confused."
Kane watched a bug run across his boot.
"I specifically said for no one to go into that goddamn basement. Specifically said it. I didn't want that girl to see the light, not a face, anything. So what do you go and do?"
There were a couple more bugs down there too.
Maybe they were a little family.
"I asked you a goddamn question, boy." Anger practically dripped from his mouth.
Cute, little bug family. There was the dad, the mom, two little babi-...Boot.
There was no more family. Just a worn, black boot that had crushed them to death. Kane trailed his eyes up the leg connected to the boot, past the barrel chest, paused at the neck tattoo, and finally found hateful green eyes glaring at him.
"What. Did you. Go and do?"
"I went to her."
"You went to her. Even after I had banned everyone from going down only reason I gave you to go down there was to throw her fucking smelly corpse out. Yes or no?"
"Yes."
The first strike came somewhat unexpectedly. Taker had struck Kane over the head with the wrench he had in his hand. Kane fell from his stool and sprawled out on the floor. After a short beat, he was able to right himself to a kneeling position before a kick to the stomach sent him flying backwards. All throughout he stayed silent, taking the punishment. As he lay on the floor, he reached up to touch his head and confirm there was blood. There was. Possible fracture.
I hate my life
Taker straddled his chest and landed a blow to his face before Kane could finish his assessment of his body. "I swear to God, if you do anything like this bullshit again. I will end your miserable fucking existence." Taker stood and eyed his brother. He dropped the wrench near his head before walking out of the garage.
Kane lied there a while and wallowed in his pain.
Possible skull fracture, definite bleeding, black eye sure to be forming, two ribs felt cracked and out of place. Breathing hurts.
Kand peered over and saw a large portion of his mask sitting across from him,
Mask ruined.
He felt hollow. He had become so accustomed to pain that it was almost like he didn't even feel it anymore. He took the punishment, he assessed the damage, nursed himself, and moved forward.
God… Kill me, please.
With that, he slowly made his way to his feet and walked out of the garage. Outside, Taker talked with Randy and Roman. Randy saw him, but then gave a him a quick double take, eyes questioning. Kane knew he noticed the slumped posture and eye peeking out from his damaged mask. The large man just moved as he quickly as he could back into the clubhouse.
Kane looked at nobody and saw nothing. His goal was his room and nothing else. He didn't want to think anymore. All he wanted was to lick his wounds and quiet. But God hated him, an abomination, so that wasn't meant to be.
Seth's smarmy face appeared out of nothing and smirked at him. The smaller man stood directly in front of his pathway to the stairs. Kane said nothing. The other men in the room went silent and looked over at them. The animosity was palpable. It pierced through everyone of these violent men making their hackles rise as they spectated.
"Hmph", Seth sneered, "Not quite what was I hoping would be done to you, but good enough I guess."
Kane wondered how tight Seth's ass was...regardless his boot was about to find out.
"Nothing to say about that? Not surprising I guess. Well I do have a question.. How does it feel to be another man's bitch, huh? And let it be your brother of all people."
Those who were sitting closest saw Kane's visible eye twitch. They took a step back. Finn moved his beer off the table that sat near Kane's leg.
Why me?
"I mean cooome ooon. You're even bigger than he is and you still let him fuck you up and disrespect you in front of all of us and you don't do shit about it."
Taker, Randy, and Roman chose that moment to walk inside. Instantly they felt the tension combined with hearing Seth run his mouth.
"You're weak! That's all it is. And weak people deserve all the bullshit thrown their way. I mean it's hard to believe you two are even related. You sure you're not the milkman's baby?"
Kane's entire body tensed. A rush of adrenalin spiked his veins. His pupils dilated.
"Seth." Finn warned, watching as Kane balled his large fists at his sides.
"Nah, nah man. It's true ain't it? Cuz I mean your brother is the big ol' badass and then there's you, his little big bitch. Hahah! I bet y'all's daddy knew you weren't his, huh? Baby you probably bitched too much for him and he knew, huh? That your mom whored around on him."
Before anyone could move, Kane had Seth by the hair and slammed his head into the nearest wall. He did it again and again and again and again until he could hear the blood smacking every time Seth's face hit and left the wall. Roman and Dean made to help their comrade but Taker held a hand up. They saw it, looked at each other but stayed put. They watched uncomfortably as Kane beat the shit out of Seth.
Despite his own anger at Kane, that was his mother and father Seth decided to run his mouth about. He let the assault continue.
Kane lifted Seth, whose face was unrecognizable, and slammed him through a dining hall table. It completely shattered under his weight. Seth lied there, barely clinging to consciousness. Kane picked up one of the table's broken legs and battered the bloodied man with it. He brought the post down over and over on whatever part of Seth he could see. His head, his back, his legs, his chest. It didn't matter.
"Kane."
Die.
Kane brought the post down on Seth's knee.
"Kane."
Die!
Seth was definitely unconscious but he didn't care. His anger didn't ebb any. Not at all actually. God he was so angry.
"KANE!"
DIE!
The large man dropped the bloodied, splintered stick and made his way up the stairs without acknowledging anyone else.
No one said anything. Taker sighed.
"Roman, Dean, take care of..this."
Dean rushed to Seth's side while Roman grabbed a set of keys and ran outside.
The others looked on, but remained silent.
"Everyone make themselves scarce. Now." The remaining rushed to do just that. The only one who remained was Randy.
"You know if he dies…"
"I know, Randy."
"He'd better hope not." Dean snarled from the floor. "There will be hell to pay."
Taker glared back at him. Dean wavered.
"That a threat, Ambrose?"
They glared at each other for a second before Dean averted his eyes back to Seth. Roman rushed back in a moment later. Together they lifted Seth as gently as they could. Him being passed out made the whole process so much easier. Taker and Randy listened as the vehicle they took screeched out of the lot. Taker sighed again.
"Randy, I want everyone back in here in ten."
"Yes, Sir."
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Taker made his way down the steps. He was headed to the basement. He wanted to see what kind of shape the girl was in. He opened the door and walked in, only to feel a weight hit him out of nowhere. The weight had arms that wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Y-you left me. I got scared. What was all that noise? I heard crashing."
Taker felt the claws of jealousy and hatred take him tightly. A nasty smirk worked its way on his face.
"Glad to know you care." There was a shocked silence before the girl tried pulling away from him. He snatched her by the arm before she could run from him. "And left you? How could I have left you?" He wanted to know what she would say.
"I-I thought you were...were.."
"Were who?"
"N-nobody. I must've had a dream is all." She tried to pull away from him. "Let me go."
"Now you know that I don't take to tones like that, do I?"
"Let me go, damn you!" She clawed at his hand.
"That must've been one hell of a dream if you think you can get bold with me all of the sudden, girl." He manhandled her until her had both her hands in one of his. She started screaming again. The cries bounced off the walls of the room severely.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!"
"Shut up! No one can hear you and you know it. Shut- SHUT THE FUCK UP! You're gonna give me a headache and piss me off even more."
TJ took back to struggling. In the back of her mind she knew it was futile but she still tried. Taker quickly shut her down. Before she knew it, he had her face down, arms restrained behind her back.
"I see you got a little life back in you. How do ya supposed that happened, hm? Last I saw you, you were minutes from death. So explain."
She said nothing.
Taker grunted. "That's what I thought." He kept his knee in place on her hands while he reached for the items in his pockets. He slapped the cuffs on her quickly, making her grunt in shock. TJ lifted her head up to express her rage, but a collar was roughly fastened around her neck, choking her and cutting off her protests. "Keep that pretty, little mouth shut, you hear?"
She continued to choke.
"Blink if you understand."
She blinked and Taker loosened his hold. TJ coughed and sputtered, struggling to get air in. Taker stood and yanked on the leash connected to her collar. She glared up at him.
"Don't look at me like that. I was stupid enough to give you options and you decided to die. So now I'm making you do what I want. And I want you to get up so… Get. Up." He pronounced the last two words with a yank on the leash.
TJ glared down at the floor. She wished Kane had never come down to her. She wished she had died days ago. Reluctantly, she she shakily got to her knees. It was no easy feat in her weakened state and cuffed hands, but she got to her feet eventually. She kept her gaze down and waited. She could feel his eyes boring a hole in her head.
"I propose we have a club meeting and address a few things. Don't you agree?" With that Taker turned and walked out of the room, practically dragging TJ along with him.
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A/n: Well...yeah. I don't know what happened here. Thoughts? What do you think will happen to Seth? With Kane? I know this wasn't very TJ centered but..oh well.