Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers
Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.
Chapter Fourteen
Rushing out of the master bedroom, Emma rounded a corner at the top of the stairs. Her hands grabbed onto the wooden stair rails. She ran down the stairs as fast her body could take her. The sounds of her bare feet hitting against the wooden planks echoed to her ears matching the sound that thunder would make.
"Okay." Mark said, talking on the phone. "I will see you soon, Betty."
There is not going to be any time for Betty this morning, Mark! Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Emma ran over to where Mark stood in the kitchen. She brought herself to a stop a few feet from him. Worry and fear poured out from her face towards him as she drew in a breath. "Mark," she said, "we have a problem."
"What is wrong?" Turning, he found the look of fear on her face. He quickly started to share the same emotion with her as he looked at her. "What is going on?"
"I looked out the front window of the house in your bedroom, and...they are here."
"Who is here?"
Crash!
A scream escaped her mouth when she went to speak. The sound of glass shattering caught her attention off guard. Looking over with Mark, she noticed the glass on his front door on the floor in front of it. Her eyes fell upon the sight of Warren sticking his head through the door, and looking right at her.
"Good morning beautiful." Warren said. Speaking in a dark tone, he glared at her with a look to kill. "How was your night?"
Her body trembled at seeing him poking his head through the door, and looking at her. She looked back to Mark as she shivered all over. "Warren is here with his friends, Mark." Emma tried to speak quickly as her ears listened to Warren trying to find the dead bolt ont he odor. "I saw his two friends and himself walking up to this place with bats in their hands."
"Stay in here, Emma." Cracking his knuckles, a dark look filled his emerald-green eyes. "This is not going to take long."
"But-"
"I am going to take care of these little punks right now." Moving away from her, Mark noticed Warren to have the front door opened up now. He motioned him to come at him as he was squatted down a bit in the floor. "Come on, you little bastard. Let's see what you got!"
Her eyes widened in disbelief from watching Warren running inside the house with the bat above his head. She moved her eyes towards Mark, and followed him rushing towards Warren in a burst of speed. In a matter of what seemed to be a second, she noticed how her lover had speared her ex-boyfriend right in the midsection, taking him down to the ground with a hard thud. Her hands jerked up to her mouth, and covered the look of shock that had formed there on it. She couldn't believe how powerful Mark was, as well as the tremendous strength that he used to take down Warren.
"Let's get him!"
Jerking her head up, her eyes fell upon the forms of Warren's two best friends, Johnathan and Adam, rushing inside the house. I can't stand here and let them hurt, Mark! I have to do something! Without hesitating, Emma ran into the living room, and moved towards where Johnathan stood in a spot, with his bat raised up.
"You know what?" He asked, coyly. He kept the bat raised up above Mark's head with a dark look in his eyes. "I am going to enjoy bashing your brains in."
"Not as much as I am going to enjoy this." Emma whispered. Before a moment could be lost, she rammed her shoulder into his gut, and drove him against one of the walls there in the living room. Her feet barely missed the glass that was in the way of the front door. She looked down towards Johnathan's body with fury burning in her eyes. "You are not welcomed here!"
"Emma, look out!"
Before she could react, the sensation of a bat crashing down against her lower back caused a wave of pain to seem through every fiber of her being. A loud, pain filled cry escaped her mouth. Her body fell to the floor in the room on her stomach side with her hands clawing at the floor. This hurts...this hurts so much! I don't think I can make it up to my feet! I have to try though. I have to do this...for Mark. Fighting the pain with everything that she had in her, she rolled over onto her back. Her eyes looked up to see Adam moving towards her with the bat in his hand.
"It is time that we shut you up for good." Adam said, raising the bat up in the air. "Goodbye, Emma."
Without warning, she watched his body get knocked down to the side. She looked to his face, and found him out cold. Her eyes looked back up, and fell upon an elderly woman with a round face, curly white hair, and round glasses on her face.
"I believe that will shut his trap." Betty said. Looking down to Emma, she knelt beside her with a concerned look in her eyes. "Are you all right, dear?"
"Y-yeah." Emma looked at her out of surprise and wonder. "Are you...Betty?"
"The one and only." She dusted her hands as she stood up. Her hands straightened out her black leather jacket that was over a white tee shirt. "Well...I am going to get a broom, and take care of the glass." Her small frame moved into the kitchen with the sounds of her black leather boots hitting the floor as she walked with her denim jeans hanging off her a bit.
She pulled her eyes away from her. Looking up, Emma discovered Mark there, holding his hand out for her to take. Sliding her hand into his, she let out a soft breath as she was pulled to her feet and into his strong arms.