(I know I said it before & I will again I may be updated fast. At least partly because my Muses are currently not shutting up & already trying to drill ideas in my head for a sequel. so Enjoy & please review)

Edge was laying on his bed waiting word from either his brother or Taker not getting any word for almost an hour after Jason called him just saying he was with Taker & would talk to him soon. He knew Jason sounded panicked though. Getting up he started to pace feeling something was up. He wanted to call Taker's phone but last he knew hw as on his bike so knew he couldn't answer anyways. Next he heard was a loud bang against the room door, looking toward it he debated opening it. Something in him told him he better. Even through closed doors Taker's presence could radiate to those that knew him as well as they did. Reaching the door he opened it almost in shock seeing Taker holding Jason by the back of his neck looking a beaten mess tossing him into the room.

"What the hell happened to him?" Taker just gave a cold stare starting to turn. "Answer me…what happened to my brother?"
Taker slowly turned his eyes a faint glow to them making Edge back up into his room. He crouched down by Jason checking him over. Jason gave a painful moan when Edge tried to lift him. His eyes shifted to Taker who was now filling a good portion of the doorway. "Well you going to help & tell me what happened?"
"I'm what happened to him…As for help he will heal with a few hours rest." Edge quickly stood up walking closer to Taker til the Deadman raised his head slightly as if to tell him to go ahead & try something because he was still in the mood for a fight.

"You called asking about Christian, you find him & bring him back like this. WHAT THE HELL? Talents or not what gives you the right!" He tried not to back down as Taker stepped into the room his eyes glowing more as the door closed behind him.
"Watch your words Edge…trust me the shape he is in will pass…if he had succeeded his life would have been a lot worse."
"What you talking about Deadman?"
"He allowed himself to get swayed by Kane. He almost killed three people tonight."
"WHAT! NO…no…there is no way he is a murderer you have to of made a mistake."
"There was no mistake…Now." Taker leans closer staring Edge in the eyes. "How long have I spared you two boys?"
Edge gulped taking a slow breath before answering. "Almost five years Taker."
"You know I could of very well gone back on my word, but you have been faithful by my side without my needing to control you two. Well without that control Kane got a grip on your brother. This may sound like an odd request, till farther notice except around fans…use his birth name."
"I know you must have reason for it, so I will. What happened?"
"He caused a car wreck, three people were in the car. Luckily we stopped him before he finished Kane's task."
"Which was?"
"A small device that was to be placed by the fuel tank to cause it to explode." Edge looked shocked trying to keep his footing moving to a chair. "The car still exploded, but we got the three people out safely. Two are in the hospital."
"Was it people we know?"
"Yes…Cena & Orton are the ones in the hospital last I heard. The third is Amber's friend. Lucky for her she was cleared to leave at the scene. If anyone asked you no nothing that happened since you were here. Understood?" Edge slowly nodded. With that Taker walked over picking Jason up in his arms carrying him to the one bed laying him down & then he turned walking back towards the door. He then stopped looking back at Edge. "You know if he had succeeded Kane would of left him at the scene to take full blame for the wreck." He then turned the knob walking back out & towards his own room.

Edge leaned forward in the chair placing his head in his hands. He knew when Jason went to try to talk to Kane it was a bad idea, he just had no clue exactly how bad it was. He hated the two of them always working for someone else. Most of the time it was Taker & most of the time now a days he left them alone. He knows Jason just wanted to help, but some things are better left alone. He had to wonder how his brother would be better in a few hours the way he was looking unless Taker did something to him. Edge couldn't help but give a small shudder at the thought still remembering some of the Deadman's rituals. He was just trying to figure out why he would beat Jason so bad to only heal him. He shook his head as he stood up going to check on Jason only to see indeed some of the bruises were getting fainter already. He gave a soft sigh brushing some of the hair from his brothers face before leaning down placing a light kiss on his cheek before heading over to his own bead to try to get more sleep on his own.

Taker was back in his own suite slowly pacing the floor trying to get his rage in check. He hated to admit to himself he may have gotten a little out of hand with young Jason. It was his brothers fault & Jason was just a puppet to him. Taker himself had been guilty of the same tricks in the past. He so wanted to go after his brother that night, the thing is physically he was not sure where he was at that time & in the dream world he would take more energy then he could spare at the moment. He did use quite a bit of energy before trying to calm Jason down before Amber broke the trance & then in his attempt to heal Jason after his punishment. He lowered his head shaking it hoping Amber was not planning a retaliation on Kane herself as she would need all her strength as well.

He went to get changed for sleep laying down he was staring at the ceiling sleep unable to take him away. He was still trying to figure exactly what he heard that night. Her voice pierced so deeply to break Kane's grasp on Jason's soul to free him. The voice held power, but he also felt it was more so what was said. So much power over someone with just a name. Taker then relized that is why so many times in their shared dreams she would ask him 'Who are you?' He always replied the same. He has been Undertaker for so long, through so many lifetimes. Who was he though before he woke up in this life? Whose soul did this reaper share. The thought crossed his mind & just a quickly a pain shot through his body. He cringed his back arching from the bed as if hit with electricity. He clenched his teeth to fight back the screams that wished to escape his mouth. His breath was labored once the feeling passed. His eyes closed with a sigh. Sorry master. Though for now he dare not say it he now had part of the answer as to why she kept trying to ask him that question. If he had the answer maybe the shackles that kept him bonded to his master would begin to crumble.