The Prize chapter 11:

I would like to ask you all to remember the victims of 9/11, and their families. May God bless and keep them. I thank all the brave men and women, both alive and dead, who risk their life's that day trying to save people. We have all tried to move on from that day, and many of us have, but it's on days like this that all the memories and emotions come back to us. My only hope is that the families of the victims have found closure and peace from the lost of their love ones, and I pray that they will never again have to go through such hardship.

I was 12 years old when 9/11 happened, I found out that the Trade Centers had been hit when the teacher turned on the TV to show us what was happening, and I watched as the second one was hit the moment it had happen. Still to this day I can remember the feeling I felt when I saw that happen. .

I hope that if anyone today reads this chapter that has had a hard day today, that it will lighten your spirits, and make you feel better. ~ 9/11/2011.

Elizabeth woke up the next morning and groaned when she felt the pain in her ankles. She flipped the blanket back to look at them and saw that they had swelled up really bad, and had dark blue and purple bruises. After examining them, Elizabeth arranged the pillows around so that she could rest her back on them. She stared around the room, and once again hating the fact that there wasn't a TV or anything. She had thought it was boring when she could walk, now it's ten times worst. At least before her ankles were sprained, she could have walk out to the balcony and watch the wild life for entertainment. Elizabeth looked over at the closet and wished she had her sketch pad. "Maybe I can make it over to it, it's not that far." She thought to herself. Elizabeth swung her legs over the side of the bed, and slowly eased off it. The moment she put pressure on her feet pain shot through her ankles, causing her to sit back on the bed. She stared down at her feet angrily for a moment before putting them back on the bed. "This is just fucking great." She thought to herself and looked around the empty room again, feeling the rage build up inside her. She let out a frustrated scream and slammed herself back in to the pillows, hitting her head on the headboard in the process.

"AW, fuck." She whispered, she rubbed the back of her head and looked at the headboard as if it had meant to hurt her; she was getting madder by the second. She rolled over on to her side and punched the pillow beside her. She lay there seething, and looked around the room once again. Just then there was a knock on the door and Elizabeth glared at it.

"WHAT?" she said sharply.

The door open and the Undertaker walked in with a raised eyebrow. He was wearing nothing but night pants, having no shirt on. He shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. "I really do hope you thought I was someone else because I would hate to think you would be getting an attitude with me after yesterday.''

Elizabeth looked away from him, not able to meet his gaze. ''you normally just come in, you never knock.'' She murmured as a reply. The Undertaker just nodded and walked over to stand beside the bed. Elizabeth sat back up and stared at him.

"How are your ankles?"

"They hurt really bad and they're bruised''

''let me see them'' he said and kneeled down

Elizabeth swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed them right into his hands, he took some time looking them over before staring back up at her.

''Your knees don't hurt or anything do they.'' he said, lifting her night gown so he could feel them. Elizabeth's body reacted with anticipation since he was so close to her thighs. The Undertaker looked up at her, and smirked. He couldn't help but to place a kiss on her inner thigh, which made her gasp and her hands shot to both sides of his head. Her mind had told her hands to shove his head back as hard as she could, but all they did was hold him there. The Undertaker let out a growl and forced himself to pull back. He then took her feet and started to undo the dressing. He then got up and got the first aid kit and cleaned them. When he was done he crawled onto the bed.

"Ok, let me see you're back first" he said. He allowed Elizabeth to pull up the nightgown herself, not wanting to excite her or anything, she had a control problem and it didn't take much to figure that out. He wasn't too sure how much he can hold back with her constantly throwing half hearted signals his way. He had finished with her back and told her to roll over; when she did he silently started on her stomach. Elizabeth became memorized by his broad chest. It looked so cut, and she wondered what it felt like. No sooner had she had that thought, her hand planted itself right up against his chest, and she moved it upward. The Undertaker shot back away from her like she had shocked him. His chest was a very sensitive spot, it is what turned him on the most; he knew if he allowed her to keep that up he wouldn't be able to stop himself later.

"little girl if you don't want it, then you need to learn to keep your body under control, because all your telling me right now is to jump you like a jackrabbit."

Elizabeth blushed and stared way from him. He smirk at her and knew she wouldn't be throwing anything his way anytime soon.

"So what has you in the bad mood this morning.'' He asked taking off his shoes. Once he had them off he lay down on the bed be side her, folding his arms behind he had and stared up at her. Elizabeth moved so she was sitting on her side, propped herself up with her arm, and stared down at him.

"I'm just frustrated because I want to get up and I can't." she admitted, not wanting to fight with him this morning, she has had enough of those to last a life time, and didn't want to push her luck with his sudden kindness.

"And who's fault is that?" he asked as though he were speaking to a child. Elizabeth turned from him and scolded, she was starting to get mad again. True, she wouldn't be in the position right now if she hadn't tried to escape, but he was just as much to blame for putting her into that situation. But there he was acting like an innocent man, where's Elizabeth was the guilty one.

"Can you blame me?'' she murmured, not wanting to let the anger out in her voice.

"Look at me." The Undertaker said quietly to her. When she turned to stare at him, he looked into her eyes, and it seemed that he was looking into her soul. After a while he sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"You haven't been very happy since you been here, have you? I have had a part in that myself, however that is not how I wanted it to be. Would you be willing to make a deal with me?

Elizabeth hesitated, not sure what to say. "It depends on what the deal is." She finally said slowly

"If you don't give me any problems, each week I will allow you to have a piece of freedom. First of all I want you to do something when I say to do it…." he stopped when she gave him a look and knew what she was thanking. "… Don't worry I will never force you to do anything that would dishonor your virtue, I only mean things like eating when I tell you to, taking a bath when I tell you to,… things along those lines. Also you will be respectful to me and keep a civil tongue when talking to me. I know that you don't like me very much, but you will respect me. If you do get mad at me I suggest you find another means of letting out your aggression then throwing random objects at my head. I have been very patient with you, but I can only be patient for so long, and I will not be so kind the next time it happens. If you behave, then I will give you more freedom around here. Mess up and you will have something taken away until you yearn it back. Do I make myself clear?''

Elizabeth just nodded not staring at him now.

"Do we have a deal then?" he asks, wanting to be sure

"Yes, we have a deal." She said quietly

''Good, so from now on your own happiness will be in your hands. Just remember that I am a man of my word.''

''will you ever let me go?" she said quietly and looked into his eyes. The Undertaker stared at her for a moment before answering.

"No."

Elizabeth looked down that the blanket, and felt tears forming in her eyes. Why was he keeping her here, what use was she to him. All she wanted to be was free; she wanted to get back to the job and life she loved. The Undertaker stared at her for a while. He saw the tears in her eyes and felt something he had not felt but once (which was the day before) in a long time, remorse for another person. He wonder what this girl was doing to him, there was something about her that he couldn't pin point. All he knew what that he hated that she was sad, and that it was because of him. He started to thank about what Paul had said, and shot up out of the bed, walking out with an idea in his head. He went straight to his bedroom and picked up the phone that was on the desk. He pulled out a phone book and started flipping through it, then pushing in numbers of different places. He just hoped that what he was doing would make her feel better.

~~~~~~~O_O~~~~~~~`

Elizabeth was sitting on her bed, board once again. Oddly she wished the undertaker hadn't left so suddenly, she didn't like him much, but at least talking to him gave her something to do. She was about to lay down and sleep again when the door opened.

''I got you something.'' The Undertaker said as he walked in, holding up a bag to show her and had smaller bag in his hand. He walked over to the bed and put the bigger bag in front of her and motioned for her to look inside. When she did, Elizabeth found a many pairs of nice shorts and matching tops. Elizabeth gave him a questioning look.

''I know that you don't like to be in a night gown all the time and long pants are a little hard to get on and off when I have to help you. This is so you have comfortable clothes to change in to while you're stuck in bed.'' He explained.

'Thank you'' she said still looking through the clothes.

''Put on some of them now, there will be a lot of people come in and out of your room, and you may want to look presentable.''

''Why will there be people in my room.''

The Undertaker raised his eyebrow at her ''I thought we made a deal that you are to do as I say, you will find out soon enough.

Elizabeth down casted her eyes, knowing that he was right. ''Can you get me a bra. '' was the only thing she said before starting to slowly undressed. The Undertaker placed the small bag on the table, pulled a bra out of the drawer and threw it to her, he then turn his back to her, knowing that she still didn't like to show herself to him. He didn't turn around until she called for him to help her with the shorts; she was still not able to do it by herself. When he was done he walked over and picked up the small bag off the table and handed it to her.

''I also got you this as well, I want you to start wearing it.''

When she looked inside she found a small mirror, foundation, pink gloss, mascara, and black eyeliner. She had to laugh a little, there was no way in hell he had went and got this himself, he probably had one of his goons go get it for him she thought to herself.

"What's so funny…''

''Nothing…. Thank you, but there wasn't any need to get me this, I have makeup here with me."

''I didn't know, you haven't been wearing any, so I thought you needed It.'' he said looking sheepish. Elizabeth felt bad because she knew he was trying to do something nice, she took and closer look at the brand and smiled.

''Wow this is good make up though, top brand. I have always wanted to get this kind of mascara, but it was always too much for my budget. Thank you." She said giving him a smile, and noticed he had a look of satisfaction on his face.

''Can you hold the mirror up so I can put it on.''

The Undertaker did as she asked. He watched her silently as she applied the makeup, not too much, just enough to heighted her features a bit. Soon after she was done the door open and Paul walked in.

''their here Undertaker, should I go ahead and tell them to come up?''

The Undertaker never took his eyes off Elizabeth. ''yes that will be fine, tell the Ministry to help them so they can be in and out as soon as possible." He said. Paul nodded and left the room.

''Come on, I have to get you off the bed.'' He said , picking her up and sitting her in a chair, he got a pillow off the bed and place it in the other chair and moved it over so that she could prop her feet on it. Elizabeth wanted to ask what was going on but knew he would just tell her to wait and see. It didn't take too long though until two men with a dolly came in. Elizabeth's eyes got wide with excitement when she seen what was on the dolly, it was a huge entertainment center. Soon the Acolytes came in both carrying a large TV, and Paul came in with a VCR along with Edge with what looked like a small shelves and Mideon came in holding movies. Elizabeth just stared with her mouth gaped open as they started to rearrange the room so that the entertainment center was now were her bed used to be, and they had moved the bed on the opposite side of the room. Apparently Undertaker had moved the bed in front of the cable outlet so Elizabeth couldn't see it. Christian then walked in hold two very large grocery bags, and Gangrel come in holding an art easel followed by Viscera with two long boxes.

The Undertaker tipped the two workers and they left, the rest of the Ministry was still at work getting the room organized. the Acolytes were moving around the dressers, Edge and Christian were setting up the VCR and hooking the cable up, Mideon was putting the movies away, Gangrel had already put the easel by the door and was now helping Viscera put up the shelves on the wall by it and Paul was directing traffic. All Elizabeth could do was look around at them all dumfounded.

"What is all this'' she asked staring up at the Undertaker who was now at her side, also watching the man at work.

''We had a deal remember, if your good you will get to have things. You have not misbehaved today, so I decided to make the room a bit more enjoyable to be in. Do you not like your new things?''

''No, I love them.'' She said looking at the almost finished room, her eye's stopped on the easel and shelves and she stared at them for some time. The Undertaker followed her gazed and smiled. He walked over and picked the two bags and boxes up and carried them over to her. He handed her the bags so she could go through them. She pulled each object out, her excitement growing. There were paint, paint trays and brushes, pastels, watercolors, sketch pads, top of the line drawling pencils, color pencils , and more, everything that you could use to create a masterpiece. Elizabeth couldn't believe how much stuff was there, and had always dreamed of having such a supplie. The Undertaker then opened the box and pulled out an empty canvas to show her. Elizabeth took it from him fondly.

"How did you know that I like to paint and draw.'' She asked still looking at her new stuff.

"Well I was watching you closely, and I seen you with a sketch pad while you was taking a break from training one day. I figured you would like to have something to do, I didn't know if you liked to paint or not, so I didn't get you much painting supplies. However I can get you more if you would like."

It was all too much for her; before she knew it she had wrapped her arms around the Undertaker's neck and hugged him. Everyone in the room stopped to stare and the Undertaker look dazed. He blinked a few times, not having been expecting that and didn't really know what to do.

''oh no, I love to paint, it's just I couldn't carry all that stuff with me on the road, a sketch pad and a few pencils is easier to deal with." She said in the crook of his neck, the fact that he had thought to get her all this stuff met a lot to her. Art was always a way to her heart.

Paul had to smile at the two; he could tell that the child was warming up to the Undertaker, and that he in turn was slowly being changed by her. But just how much only time will tell. Elizabeth let out a big yawn, she still was taking the medsin and it made her sleepy. The Undertaker saw it and waved for the men in the room to leave before he picked her up.

''ok, it's time for you to get some sleep''

Elizabeth didn't protest, in fact she was almost asleep by the time the Undertaker had gotten her to the bed. He stared at her for a moment before walking out leavening her in a peaceful sleep.