Chapter 11

Bolting upright in bed, Grace's eyes popped open as the sweat caked her forehead and chest, her heart pounding a furious tattoo. She ran a hand through her hair and looked around her empty hotel room before slowly sliding out of bed, wrapping her arms around herself. What had made her dream that memory? What had made her remember Mark and Glen suddenly? Grace leaned over and turned the lamp on, bathing the room in a golden glow, and tried to steady her breathing and heart rate. Her thoughts suddenly turned to Mark, closing her eyes as the painful tears stung her eyes. It'd been decades since the accident. The dream was the last time she ever saw Mark alive.

The funeral home had caught on fire later that night while her and her father were eating dinner. She remembered the look on his face, his pale complexion, and how he ordered her to stay in the house while he rushed over there. It killed Grace, losing her best friend. She loved Mark, they were her boys and nobody would ever change that. No matter if they were dead and gone. She would never forget them. She remembered the funeral vaguely, in too much shock to really comprehend what was going on.

Her father had taken the liberty of burying Mark and Glen's parents, the boys never found. Her father told her they had turned to ash in the rubble and there was no way they could be found. She had never cried so much in her life and actually ran away from home later that night to stare at the carnage the house brought forth. Never again would she hold his hand or laugh with him. Never again would she see his beautiful green eyes and auburn hair, or the smirk on his face when he got cocky. He was gone and the memory literally forced Grace to her knees.

When she calmed down and managed to get to her feet, Grace walked over and sat on the bed, pulling out her wallet and the picture that was folded within. Staring back at her were warm green eyes as the tears slowly fell, pressing it to her chest and closed her eyes. To this day, Grace missed Mark and she would never stop.

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Paul sat up in his own hotel room, he hadn't even been to bed yet though he was in his pajamas, the covers turned down. He tried to keep his mind from wandering so far back, feeling a familiar lurch of guilt before firmly shunting it to the side. No time for that. Not when he had to figure out a way to keep Gracie safe from...He swallowed hard.

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"I'm fine Larry." Grace said for the final time a week later, shaking her head, wearing a black tank top with blue jeans, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

Undertaker hadn't bothered her since their encounter in the dressing room and she was grateful. Though Larry kept asking her if he'd bothered her and the answer was always the same. She rolled her eyes and turned around when the door opened, raising a slow eyebrow at the red and black masked man in front of them. Another guy followed suit, only he had a brown leather mask in his hand, both of them bleeding.

"Let me guess...took the brawl a little too far?"

Kane nodded, his eyes straying to the woman before dropping shyly to the floor.

"I hit him upside his head with a two by four!" Mick said, sounding cheerful. "And then Kane decided to just punch me...oh my head." He put his mask on the table, smiling toothily at Grace. "Hi."

"Foley, over here. Kane...she'll help you and she's NICE so don't hurt her."

Grace smiled warmly at him and guided him to the chair, seeing the cut was two inches in his hairline. "We won't have to take your mask off." She softly said, seeing how nervous he was regarding it, and smiled when he relaxed. She seen his mismatched blue eyes and raised a slow eyebrow. He was staring at her, not through her, but AT her like he knew her or something. Grace slapped on a pair of gloves and quickly got to work, being silent while Mick was talking Larry's ear off.

"Yeah, so Kaners there got upset when ALL I tried to do was rip off his mask." Mick was saying cheerfully.

"You know better, Foley. I hope this hurts."

"Nah."

Kane heaved a sigh.

"Kane, can you lean your head back for me?" Grace asked softly, watching as he slowly did, and nodded. "Good, thank you." She dabbed the wound, getting the excess blood off, though he would need a shower to get it out of his hair. The man was huge, stood well over seven feet tall and was incredibly muscular. For some reason though, Grace felt like she knew him, even though that was impossible. "The wound doesn't look too deep. I think some stitches should hold it." She flicked the numbing needle with her fingers before injecting it, seeing he didn't even wince and pulled it out before grabbing her sewing kit.

Kane cocked his head to the side, staring at her. In truth he hardly felt anything she had done to him. When she gestured him to tilt his head back again, he sighed, just lying back on the table. His height made it difficult for people to work on his head, even when he was sitting down.

"See Kanie, if you would have done that during our match, we wouldn't even be here. OUCHIE! Larry!"

Grace shook her head and smiled when Kane crouched down even more so it would be easier to work on him. Her eyes told him a silent thank you before beginning the sewing process. He was so quiet, Grace wondered why considering his partner over with Larry wouldn't shut up. She chuckled when Larry finally gave up with the stitches and used staples while she finished with Kane in no time flat.

"All done. You don't have a concussion surprisingly." She informed him, taking her gloves off, and threw them away before going to inspect Larry's work. Being an intern, she wanted to learn as much as possible.

"He has a hard head and an ugly-" Mick stopped when he seen Kane was back on his vertical base, smiling widely. "An ugly ass, ass, not face." He blinked twice when Kane tugged on his glove. "I'm sorry, that was mean of me and I promise I'll play nicely from now on."

"Don't mind him Kane, he's got a concussion and you know how Mick can be." Larry said, not wanting to see Kane's temper snap. The Undertaker's temper was controlled rage, Kane's was not.

Grace swallowed hard seeing the rage in Kane's eyes, but he managed to keep it controlled, which she was thankful for. He could probably snap her and Larry like a twig and watched him walk out, a thoughtful frown marring her features. "Larry, why does he wear a mask?" She asked softly, seeing both him and Mick look up at her with wide eyes. "What? Is it a big secret that nobody should know about?"

"Well..." Larry and Mick shared bemused looks. "No, actually it's not, quite the opposite in fact. It's so well known that it's a bit shocking that YOU don't know it."

"Kane was FRIED. Seriously burnt up. Like...KFC burnt."

"Mick, I like you, but I'm going to make your wife a widow if you don't watch it."

"What do you mean fried? He was burnt?" Grace blinked and slowly looked at the door where Kane walked through moments ago, the fire incident suddenly washing over her. "How did that happen?"

"The Undertaker did it."

"What?"

"Yup, when they were kids, he burnt their parent's house down and- Grace, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." Grace felt faint and had to sit down, her hands trembling a little. "The Undertaker and Kane are brothers?"

"Sweetie, do you watch wrestling at all?"

Grace shook her head.

Larry was staring at her like she was out of her mind. "You mean you took a job with a wrestling federation and you don't know anything about it?" He asked incredulously. "Your dad works here and he- Never mind."

"Now...is my head done? I need to go find Kane and tell him I'm sorry for that ass comment."

"Wait, what about my dad?" Grace looked at Larry, tilting her head to the side, her stomach twisting violently.

Not realizing this was Paul Bearer's daughter, Mick spouted out at the mouth again. "Paul Bearer brought Kane into the company. Said he took care of him as a child and said that he was his son. They did this DNA test thing on Raw and-"

Grace ran out of the room and to the nearest bathroom to vomit.

"Owww...why'd ya hit me, Larry?"

"You jackass..." Larry scowled, shaking his head. "Grace is Paul's DAUGHTER."

Mick clamped both his hands over his mouth, eyes wide. "Oh shit." He squeaked.

Grace walked out of the bathroom, still trembling, the tears stinging her amber eyes and couldn't believe what she had heard. Kane was Paul's son? How could that be? Feeling anger consume her, Grace stormed down the hallway to the Ministry's locker room and didn't even bother knocking. She was so angry that she just walked right in, throwing open the door and smacked Bradshaw in the shoulder, tears of rage in her amber eyes when she seen her father talking to the Undertaker.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, FATHER, and I suggest you do it NOW!"

Silence engulfed the room. All eyes on her. He arched an eyebrow, wondering just what was so damn important this wench felt the need to burst into his room.

"Gracie?" Paul asked hesitantly, glancing at 'Taker with wide eyes.

He sighed.

"Is it true? Tell me it's not true, dad." Tears were already falling down her cheeks as she wiped them away hastily, completely ignoring the Undertaker, though she felt her stomach tightening. When Paul asked her what she was talking about, her eyes locked with his. "Is Kane your son?" She watched as all the color drained from her father's face, shaking her head slowly back and forth. "No..." She whispered in disbelief, looking back at Undertaker before back at her father. "Kane...is...he's...that means..." She was hyperventilating now, her chest heaving and covered her mouth with her hand.

"That means what? You have a brother, congratulations. Take your drama somewhere else, woman. Can't you see we're busy?" 'Taker demanded coldly, having no sympathy for her obvious problems or the issues that were rising between her and her father.

"Grace...let's step outside."

"This has everything to do with you too, Undertaker." Grace stated heatedly, ignoring her father. "Kane is your brother, according to what I just heard, is that right?" When he simply raised an eyebrow, Grace stared back at her father, her heart pounding in her chest. "Tell me the truth. Is Kane my...are they..." She couldn't even get the words out, feeling sick to her stomach. "Is this...this man my...brother?" She seen Undertaker's green eyes widen slightly, her eyes focused solely on her father. "IS HE?" She needed Steve right now and wanted to run to him, but had to know the truth.

Paul considered this for exactly a split second. "Yes." He said finally, knowing this was going to destroy Grace, but at the same time protect her. "Yes..."

"WHAT?" 'Taker roared, getting to his feet and stormed to Paul, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit. "AND WHY AM I FINDING THIS OUT NOW?" After he had...oh man, he was going to be sick.

Grace started sobbing as she dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around herself, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head back and forth. "No... NO!" She screamed, her heart shattering in her chest. "No it's not true! It's not true!" She didn't care who saw her right now, her entire body trembling from head to toe, the shock slowly spreading throughout her body. How could her father keep something like this from his child, his children? What were her sisters going to think? Grace's head was spinning, not realizing what else was going on around her. "It's not true..." She whispered painfully.

Paul was now in the air, being held by 'Taker's two massive fists, the Ministry now slowly filing out the door. "'Taker..." He whimpered, afraid for his life now. "Please..."

"Do you know what I could have done to her? What I DID DO TO HER?" He was past livid and in uncharted territory. "And she is MY SISTER!"

That memory flowed through her mind when 'Taker had attacked her and Grace suddenly bolted to the bathroom that was in the dressing room, vomiting violently as she gripped the porcelain toilet bowl, shuddering to the point where every joint in her body would be feeling it come morning. Her brother. Her brother had sexually assaulted her. Grace groaned before vomiting again, finally pulling back after the third time, knowing there was nothing left in her stomach. She wiped her mouth off with some tissue and just leaned back against the stall, burying her face in her knees, crying her heart and soul out.

Paul let out a high pitched wail as he was slammed into a wall. "I didn't know what you'd do to her!" He pleaded. "I begged you to stay away from her!"

"If you hadn't LIED, I would have!" He dropped Paul with a disgusted look, raking a hand through his hair, green eyes wild. He glanced towards the bathroom, his face pale and shook his head, storming out of the room before he became a murderer on top of everything else.

Grace finally walked out a few minutes after 'Taker vacated, wiping the tears from her eyes, and backed away when her father reached out for her. "Don't." She whispered, shaking her head sadly. "And no, I'm not fine father." She walked out, closing the door behind her, and walked down the hallway toward the exit, her arms wrapped around herself. Kane and Undertaker were her brothers...Grace suddenly took off, running as fast as she could, needing to get out of the arena, her tears flying behind her.

Grace couldn't even be 'Taker's step-sister because Paul never married their mother. Granted, Kane was his son, but that would only make Grace and Kane related, not 'Taker and Grace. It was an out of the blue moment though and Paul had to find someway to protect Grace from 'Taker's grasp. Paul swallowed hard and hoped both Grace and the Undertaker didn't figure out his deception, at least not right away. This was the only way to protect his daughter from both finding out the truth and to keep 'Taker away from her. Of course Kane wouldn't be happy, but he could always figure a way around that.