A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone but Twisted and her family, Scott, and Dr. Daniels. The next few chapters might still be a little dark, I want to delve into Kanes mind for few, warning I will be using the spirits of Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero later on in this chapter, I respect both men, they were great wrestler and legends of their times. I felt that he would be perfect for the dolor out of tough love. Any flames will be used for the toasting of marshmallows, or Jamie Noble and maybe the Miz, still undecided about that. Love to all, hugz and cyber cookies. On with the fic.

Kane woke up as Taker snapped his phone shut and watched his brother fling it across the room. He could see in Takers face that something was wrong, and it scared Kane. When Taker was worried then something was horribly wrong and although he would never admit it, he still had the childish admiration for his big brother. and trusted him to keep him safe. Even when they were fighting it out in the ring, he knew that if anyone messed with him, that Taker would put them in their place once they were behind the curtain. He still needed the comfort that being near his brother brought him, even though he would never tell Taker that. And he hated himself for needing that, he wasn't alittle boy anymore, he was grown man. He'd been through hell and back, and was still standing. Kane pulled himself into a sitting position and tilted his head to the side and stared at his brother, like he used to do when he wore the mask to the ring.

"No, I don't want to talk about it." Taker snapped as he stared back a Kane.

Kane continued to stare at him until he seen Takers shoulders slump.

"Fine, I was talking to Twisted, and she said a couple of things that set me on edge." Taker ground out, thumping his fist on the table.

"Like what?"

"Just some things that I have heard before. Don't worry about it. Lets go get some lunch."

Kane nodded and got up out of bed, seeing as how he never got undressed the night before, it took him alittle extra time to get ready. He was pulling his boots on while Taker was in the shower when there was a knock on the door. Heaving himself to his feet, he walked over to the door, pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead to stave off the headache that was starting. He stared down at Hawkins and Ryder when he opened the door, at their non movement or speech he cleared his throat, which made them jump.

"Is there a particular reason why you two are here?"

"U-uh, yea, Vince wants a meeting down in the dinning area with us and you and your brother in half an hour." Zach started.

"Fine." Kane took one last look at the two and shut the door in their faces.

He knocked on the door to the bathroom and waited for Taker to respond, when he didn't he went in to check on him. Taker was standing in front of the sink staring at his right arm, tracing something with his left index finger. Kane stepped up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. Thankfully Taker was wearing his jeans, because he spun around so fast and hit Kane in the jaw so hard that Kane went down. Glaring up at Taker from the floor, Kane rubbed his jaw, he knew that Taker had a hard right, but he didn't know that it was that hard. As he got to his feet and kept his eyes trained on his brother, as if to make sure that he didn't make anymore sudden moves. Taker went to put his hand on Kanes shoulder and winced as Kane flinched and moved out of the way.

"Vince wants to meet with us and the edgeheads down in the dinning area in half an hour." Kane said, walking out of the bathroom.

Soon Taker was done and they headed down to lunch, Kane keeping some distance between himself and Taker. It was one of the psychological scars that Bearer had left on him, he shied away from contact both social and physical. While he had been working on it over the years, he still found himself keeping distances between himself and others, the only time actually touched someone was for a story line or during a match. They had their lunch brought to the table and Kane picked at it, his mind wading through memories that he wished he could forget.

Flash back

Kane had just laid down on one of the couches in the funeral home as his mother directed. She came in with a blanket and a glass of water and kissed him on head before leaving again. She was meeting with Paul Bearer, he had just been hired that morning to work as an usher. His father was supposed to come and meet him, but he and Taker were down in the basement, turning a body to ash. Kane shuddered as he thought about it. He hated being around the dead bodies, he was always afraid that they were going to grab him and then he was going to be dead as well. After drinking a bit of water, he laid his head back down and fell into a fitful sleep. Soon he was sweating and kicked his blanket off. He awoke a few minutes later when a loud bang rang through the funeral parlor, that's also when he noticed the smoke and heard Taker yelling for him. He went to yell back but a burning hole began in the middle of the floor, and he screamed, hoping that his mother would come in and get him. The heat was getting to him, he got off the couch and tried to inch his way around the burning hole, but it was too big, he looked for another way out when his eyes landed on the window, without thinking he broke the window out. The fresh air fed the fire and as he was half way out of the window it collapsed on him, the pain from the weight and the burning of the flames were too much for him, he blacked out.

When he awoken he thought that he was dead, and began to freak out when he couldn't use his arms or legs. His yelling brought Bearer into the room where he was strapped to the bed.

"I see that you're awake, good." Bearer said in his oily sounding voice.

"Where I am I? Wheres my family?" Kane cried, twisting his head around as far as he could.

"They're gone, your brother killed them, he tried to kill you too."

"No, Taker wouldn't do that, he loves me and them."

"You're wrong, he hated you, and your mother. You're father was just an unfortunate causality I'm afraid."

"I don't believe you." Kane yelled, trying to move his arms again.

Bearers response to that was a cuff to the head. Kane felt the tears well up in his eyes and began to cry, his mother or father never hit him or his brother. As the tears fell, Bearers blows became harder and more violent. Kane's face and ribs were black and blue when the last tear left his eyes. It took him three weeks to make himself stop crying. Three long weeks with out a regular meal, without a bath, and with out being able to use the bathroom. After that Kane was let off the bed and was shoved into a bathtub of scalding hot water, the water burned the infected burns from the fire, making Kane gasp from the pain. After the cleansing, as Bearer had called it, he was shackled down in the basement, with nothing but the squirrels for company. Once a day Bearer would come down and give him some sort of food, if it was meat it was raw, the bread and cheese would be mouldy and the water stagnant.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Kane lost all sense of time and soon stop reacting to everything. He quietly suffered through the beatings, and verbal abuse. His memories weren't quit clear for most of that time, he knew that he had a female friend by the name of Katie, he met her one night after he managed to escape, but Bearer had found him and returned him to the basement, doubling the shackles and weights, then beating him until he was unconscious. Three days later he said that Katie had committed suicide, she couldn't handle the thought that she had let him touch her. Then the training started, at first Kane was grateful for it, it gave his muscles exercise, and he was allowed out of the basement for longer periods of time. He remembered that Bearer never let him out of the house with a mask, stating that no one wanted to see a scarred and horrible monster.

Then came the day that Bearer took him to a WWF show and pointed out his brother.

"See, he's alive and well, and making quite a comfortable living. He doesn't feel sorry for what he did."

By that time, Kane was so far locked in his own head that he believed everything that Bearer told him, even that Bearer was his father and that he was only Takers half brother, which is why he hated him so much and tried to kill him. As he spent more time away from Bearer and more time around Taker he started to remember him from before the fire. Kane felt the sadness that rolled off of Taker when they were around each other, and soon he started to believe what Taker would whisper to him when they locked up in the ring and when Taker was able to catch him by himself before Bearer returned with the leg shackles. When Kane finally left Bearer for good, his mind split in two, he didn't know who to believe, Taker or Bearer.

End Flashback.

"Kane, where you even listening."

Kane's head jerked up and for the first time he noticed that Vince and the Edgeheads were sitting at the table with him and Taker.

"Sorry sir." Kane looked back at his plate, forcing his mind to lock the memories away again.

"As I was saying, I have a new direction for this story line. Hawkins and Ryder want to get back into the tag team division and they have come up with a great idea. It starts with Kane stalking Twisted to get her answer. You will corner her in an empty hallway, and as you lean into her, forcing her submit to your will, Hawkins will be walking down the hallway, he sees her trapped between you and the wall and kicks you in the back of the knee, you go down and he grabs Twisted by the wrist and pulls her out of the hallway. The camera angle switches to Hawkins and Ryders locker room and show them entering out of breath. It is at that time that Hawkins professes that he has had a crush on her and kisses her as the screen fades to black. For a couple of weeks, Ryder and Hawkins hide her from you two, pushing you two to making a match with the stipulation that the winner gets Twisted as their manager and personal Valet. Taker you, and Kane win, Kane scoring the pin on Ryder after a choke slam. Taker you say that since Kane scored the pin he gets Twisted as his personal Valet. As the three of you go up the ramp, Hawkins grabs a mic and promises that he will get Twisted back in anyway shape or form..."

A cell phone ringing cut Vince off and everyone looked over at Taker as he answered.

"Hello...yes, this is Taker...Colin, slow down take a deep breath and repeat...what...where...who found her...alright." Taker hung up and let the phone fall from his hands as he stared directly at Kane, his face had gone deathly white.

"Well?" Vince prompted.

"That was Colin..."

"We figured that much..." Zachs' retort was cut off by a death glare that even sent shivers down Vinces' spine.

"Twisted is in the ICU at Whitefish Memorial Hospital."

"What for?" Kanes voice was barely a whisper, he had the feeling that he didn't want to know.

"She was found along one of the country roads, unconscious, her arms sliced every which way. A cop had a report of suspicious vehicle parked along the road, Colin said that the cop fainted at the amount of blood he seen. She was rushed straight to the hospital, they don't know if she's going to make it." Taker pushed his chair away from the table and stood up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vince asked.

"To Whitefish."

"Oh no, WM 24 is next weekend, I can't have you disappearing no..." His words were cut off by Kane ripping him up out of his chair and pinning him to the wall.

"We. Are. Going." Kanes voice still hadn't raise above the whisper stage, but everyone heard the warning in it.

Kane let go of Vince, who slid down the wall slowly, clutching his throat.

"We're going too." Zach and Curt said at the same time. "That way if she doesn't wake up before Mania, you two can come back and we can stay with Colin." Curt said weakly under the glares from Kane and Taker.

"Fine, we leave in and hour. If you're not at the front door then, you'll be left." Taker growled and stormed off, heading back to his room to pack his things, Kane following closely on his heels.

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Twisted felt like she was floating, her body and mind free from the guilt for the first time in years. She was standing in meadow filled with flowers of every color and fragrance. A snapping twig caught her attention, causing her to turn around. She found herself face to face with Chris Benoit, she yelped and took a step back, startled that he was there.

"I'm dead aren't I?" She asked as she stared him.

"Yes, and...No." He replied, sitting down on log and staring back at her.

"How can I be both?"

"You, little girl are in limbo. Your body is alive, while your mind is fighting a battle to decide if it should let go or hang on. The choice you make here decides the outcome."

"Let me guess, you are going to tell me that I have so much to live for and beg me to see the "light" and make the choice to live. What if I don't want to?"

"Is that your choice?"

"I don't know. If I go back I have to face the fact that I was a murderer for hire, even though I didn't know it. I have to live with the fact that even if I hadn't killed Mr. Thompson that day in the wreck, he would still be dead. But I did kill him, he died by my hand, his death is on my head. All because of my vanity, had I told everyone the truth it would have never happened, Mrs. Thompson would be in jail for the murder of her husband and I..."

"You wouldn't be the person you are today." Chris interrupted. "The wreck changed you, it made you re-evaluate your decisions in life, and while you made some wrong decisions..."

"Like you are really someone to tell me about bad decisions..."

"Yes I made mistakes, I'm paying for them now, to err is human. I'm not proud of what happened...but we are here to talk about you and your decisions, my time has come and gone. And you have plenty to return to, you have a loving family, friends that many people would kill to hang out with, and job that would launch thousands of wet dreams of women everywhere. Not to mention you have two people vying for your heart. And a couple that count on you to keep them sane."

"What do you mean, two people?"

"One you know, tall, bald, and scary.."

"Kane." She whispered, picturing him working out, shirt off, sweat glistening on his body.

"And the other, young, and full of ambition, he'll go far in the industry."

Twisted stayed quiet and regarded the man in front of her. He was sitting on the log, legs crossed at the ankles staring back at her, as if he was trying to see inside her head. She shut her eyes and studied her own thoughts before speaking, however, Chris interrupted her.

"You want to go back."

"You think you know me huh?"

"No, I don't think that, I saw that look in your eyes when Kane was brought up. If you were wavering between the worlds then, you made your choice when you thought of him. You have your work cut out for you I'll give that to you." Chris got up from the log and started to walk away from her, a mist started up from no where as he got further away from her.

She blinked her eyes to clear her vision and he was gone, there wasn't even any bent grass to suggest that he was ever there, suddenly she felt a tugging sensation on her ankle, then the feeling of falling. There was a painful jolt that upon impact she gasped, her eyes snapping open.

The glare of the room made her close her eyes again, and then the pain started, she could feel the burning of the cuts and the coldness of the I.V. that dripped into her veins. She heard her breathing, and the heart monitors, and then she heard the voices. Twisted turned her head and seen Jeff sitting in a chair by the bed, Colin on the couch/bed that was built into the wall, and next to him, Curt and Zach. At the sound of footfalls, she turned her head again and seen Matt talking to her twin brother Chance, and her sister Amelia watching Jeff, and it looked like she was sketching him in her book.

Curt noticed her movement first and walked over to the side of the bed, and gently picked her hand up, being extra careful not to bump the I.V.

"You're awake." His voice startled the other occupants and caused them to rush over to the bed.

"Good, now I can strangle her." Jeff growled, as he stared down at her.

She watched him as he took a cell phone out of his pocket and left the room to make a call. A second later the phone in her room rang. Curt picked it up and held it to her ear so she could hear the person on the other end.

"Darlin, you have some major explaining to do when you get back." Taker ground out.

She heard a slight scuffle and then heard Taker swearing in the background.

"Damn it Twisted, what the hell got into you, are you trying to send us all to the grave prematurely?" Kanes voice was deep and had raspy edge to it, and if she didn't know him better, she would have sworn that he had been crying.

Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes and Curt pulled the phone away quickly and hung it up. He commandeered Jeff's chair and sat down, still holding her hand. Suddenly Chris's words came back to her. "The other is young and full of ambition." She opened her mouth to talk, but only a hoarse whisper came out.

"Don't say anything, here write it down." Curt handed her a piece of her sisters drawing paper and pen.

With her other hand she wrote "How long have I been out?"

"An entire week. You lost alot of blood, you were given three transfusions. The doctors didn't think that you were going to wake up." Zach said quietly, he had read the note over Curt's shoulder.

She nodded her head and wrote "I'm sorry." Her eyes drooped after that and she fell back asleep.

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Chris Benoit was sitting next to his dear friend Eddie Guerrero and watched the scene unfold. Deep down he knew that she would choose to go back, she had a strong heart. He had the feeling that she would get far in life, she just needed a push in the right direction. Eddie sighed deeply as he watched Curt watch over Twisted as she sleep, carefully removing the gauze that held the ointment on her wounds, and putting clean gauze on. He was helpless romantic, although he always said it was because of his Latino blood that he was that way. Eddie turned to Chris and stared at him.

"No Eddie."

"Awe, come on holmes."

"No, I am not betting on the outcome of the Undertaker vs Edge match."

"Why not?"

"What was your motto when you wrestled?" Chris asked quirking an eyebrow at him.

"I Lie! I Cheat! I Steal!."

"Exactly. So no."

The two got up from their seats and walked back into the mists, Eddie trying to get Chris to bet him then entire way, and Chris shaking his head.