Mark's P.O.V.

"So…what you're telling me is…my little brother is pregnant?"

"I'm afraid so, sir." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed heavily. Kane was going through a hard enough time without this on his conscience. How was I going to tell him? I looked at the doctor and glanced at the floor.

"Will you tell him? I can't face him right now. I have to go take care of something." He nodded and gave me a pat on the back.

"Sure thing." He walked into Kane's room and I took off so I wouldn't hear Kane's reaction. As I was walking out the front doors of the hospital, I heard Kane scream all the way from the third floor. My hands tightened into fists and I fought back the tears. I wanted to be there for him but I had to go take care of something. Something very important. I grabbed a taxi and took off. I gazed out the window and placed a hand over my face, a tear escaping down my cheek. Kane, please forgive me…

"Here we are, sir." I paid the driver and climbed out. The taxi drove off and I walked into the building.

"Here to see someone?" Asked a guard.

"Uh, yeah. The name's Eric. He was brought here about two days ago on a rape charge." The guard searched through his papers and pulled out a folder.

"Cell 113. Have any weapons of any kind? Anything he could pick the lock with?" I patted myself down and showed him empty pockets.

"Alright, right this way." He lead me down the hall, receiving hoots and calls from male inmates. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my hands in my pockets. We reached the last cell and the guard taped on the bars with his night-stick.

"Hey, wake up. You got a visitor." Eric sat up and approached the bars. He was in an orange jumpsuit and had messy short black hair. He had a five-o'clock shadow and he looked like he was addicted to some kind of drug. His eyes were blood-shot and dilated.

"Oh, hey man. What's up?" He chuckled a stupid laugh as I approached the bars.

"Look, kid. I ain't here to play games with you. You know a man named Kane?" His expression changed and he grinned sadistically.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know 'em. He's the reason I'm here." I tried to hold back my anger as I decided to go along with his little charade.

"What did he do?" Eric began to laugh as he bounced on his heels like a child.

"Well, he and I were talkin' one night and he said he was lonely. That he needed some comfort cause it was his first time in jail. Said he was a queer and said I was cute. Now I ain't no ass fucker but it had been a long time since I had gotten any so I decided, "Hey, why not?", eh? So I fucked him. Fucked him through the floor. And he became a bit of a bitch and complained that I raped him." By now, my fists were bleeding as I felt blood in my mouth from clenching my teeth so hard.

"Why you wanna know anyway, man? Who are you? You the one who fucks him every night?" He laughed. I reacted by grabbing him by his collar and slamming him against the bars. I got in his face, my eyes set to kill.

"Yeah. I am. I'm his older brother." His face was suddenly drained of all its color.

"Uh, I, uh, um, l—look m—man, I—I didn't mean it, I swear!" I slammed him against the bars again.

"You…got my brother pregnant…" He looked like he saw a ghost as he tried to open his mouth.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Take your pick." He swallowed the lump in his throat as I put razors into his soul. Two hours later, I stood up, brushing my hands off with my pants. Eric laid unconscious and bleeding internally.

"Love is thicker than water, asshole." I left and went back to the hospital, my heart beating in my ears. I approached the doctor who stood outside Kane's door talking with a nurse.

"How'd he take it?" I questioned as they both turned to me. The doctor had a worried look on his face.

"What?"

"Mr. Undertaker…I'm afraid pregnancy isn't the only thing he has to worry about…" I didn't want to hear the rest. I pushed past them and barged in. Kane was laying on his side, his back towards me. The lights were off and the only light was the sunset beam coming from the window. I closed the door and walked over to his side, sliding my hand on his shoulder.

"Kane…" He took a breath and I could tell he had been crying.

"I have AIDS…Mark." My voice hitched in my throat. I blinked, confused.

"I'm sorry, what?" He then jerked towards me, tears streaming down his face.

"I have AIDS!" His scream bounced off the walls and I could only stare at him.

"Where the hell were you?" I was taken aback at the question.

"Where were you? I screamed!" His body began to shake as he put his face in his hands.

"I screamed for you, Mark! And you never came! You didn't come rescue me! I needed you so bad and you didn't show up!" I felt the tears fill up my eyes as I tried to wrap my arms around him. He quickly reflexed by hitting my in the face. I stumbled back a bit in shock.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU'D JUST DIE!" My world crashed. My hands trembled like leaves as I stood back up, staring at my little brother.

"Y—You don't mean that…" I stuttered, on the verge of tears.

"LIKE HELL I DON'T! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" I let the tears flow as I took a deep breath and turned around. I grasped onto my locket and tried to keep it together.

"I'll always be there for you, Kane…Even if you don't want me there…"

"I SAID GET OUT! NOW!" I turned my head over my shoulder to take one last look at him but was met with a pillow to the face. I sighed and walked out, never letting go of my locket. I made it to the parking lot and collapsed against the brick wall. I released my heartache as I let out a scream so loud, I could feel it breaking my heart. I looked up at Kane's room to see the curtains were pulled shut. I covered my face and took off to find the nearest bus to throw myself in front of. I stopped on the edge of the street, panting due to running so far. I then felt someone walk up beside me and put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up. It was Hunter.

"What's wrong, man? You look terrible." I shook my head, too distraught to try and explain to him what had happened. Instead, all that came out was:

"H—He hates me…He never wants to see me again…" Hunter's face washed over with sympathy as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I fell to my knees, keeping me from throwing myself into oncoming traffic.

"I'm so sorry, Mark." He repeated that phrase as I poured my heart out in the middle of the street, not caring who saw or if they captured it on camera.

"Get the hell out of here! All of you!" Vince then came barging through the crowd. He bent down in front of me and lifted my head up.

"Undertaker, look at me. Kane doesn't hate you."

"Yes! Yes, he does!" I began to ramble as my heartbreak consumed me. Vince shielded me from the media as they flashed cameras and microphones in my face. Fellow superstars helped clear the paparazzi as I was helped into Vince's limo. I explained to Hunter and Vince what had happened and they couldn't believe their ears.

"Wow…" Hunter said, running a hand through his hair. Vince put a hand on my shoulder and gave me another glass of whisky to help calm me down.

"Don't worry. We'll get him back. We'll make sure Eric is given the proper punishment and make sure he never sees the light of day again." I stared out the window, my face stained with tears and my eyes swollen and red. I grabbed ahold of my locket and felt a fresh tear slip from my eye. I'll always love you, Kane…Even if you don't…I promise to help make sense of all this…And I hope you can forgive me for being the worst brother in the world. I fought back the tears as I looked at my locket one more time before letting it go out the window.