Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story (anybody know of any good how-to hypnosis books?). They are owned by the WWF. I am making no money from this little piece of drivel. There is no need for a lawsuit.
Lost Brother
Kane was in a very good mood as he exited the arena and stepped into the rainy night air following Smackdown. He and his brother had finally gotten some payback on Hunter and Steve Austin for the beating the two had given Kane and Taker on Raw. Looking back at the Game and Austin's bloody bodies lying on the ring floor had done wonders for Kane's disposition. Even his elbow didn't hurt quite as much any more. And Sunday at Backlash, he and the Undertaker were going to take the IC and WWF Titles away from the Power Trip, leaving no doubt as to whom the most dominant team in the WWF really was.
Even the fact that he had finally been forced by his brother to get his arm properly tended to, and thus was leaving the arena about two hours after everyone else, couldn't dampen Kane's spirits. Nearly humming to himself, he made his way to his rental car, stepping around the deeper of the rain puddles that had formed in the parking lot. For a moment he thought he saw movement in the nearby shadows, but when he looked there was nothing there, so he assumed he had imagined it.
He pulled out his keys and was about to unlock the car door when he once again noticed movement, this time much closer. He quickly turned to see who, or what, was behind him. He had only gotten about halfway when the lead pipe connected with his skull, knocking him unconscious.
The well muscled form of his attacker was joined by another, and together they lifted Kane's body and threw him in the back of their nearby SUV, removing another, similarly shaped form first.
"Sweet dreams, retard," the first man said before closing the back door. "Meet me at the house when you're done," he told his accomplice as he settled into the driver's seat. The second man merely nodded, then began dragging the form that had been removed from the SUV to Kane's car. The first man started the SUV, and the vehicle disappeared into the night.
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The Undertaker awoke the morning after Smackdown with a feeling of unease. The whole night he had been plagued with nightmares...dark dreams filled with black, whispering shadows and vague feelings of despair and wrongness. He wasn't sure what could have triggered such dreams, but he figured the morning workout he and Kane had scheduled would help him get them out of his head.
If not, then his younger brother was sure to sense that something was bothering him and would bug him until the Undertaker had told him what was wrong. Then Kane would tell him that it was undoubtedly nothing, and would probably make a joke about the Undertaker's cooking finally reaching new lows and causing his nightmares. The Undertaker found himself smiling fondly at the mere thought.
Not having a family for most of his life, Taker had only scoffed when the other wrestlers would go off about how wonderful they were. Now that he and his brother were a family again, he finally understood what the others had been talking about.
Hearing a knock at the door of his hotel room, he opened it to reveal a distressed looking Mick Foley.
"What's up, Mick," the Undertaker asked the former Commissioner, who was now working in the front offices of the WWF.
"Taker," Mick began, then blew out a long breath of air, "You'd better sit down."
"Why?" Taker asked, "What's going on, Mick."
"Taker...it's...it's about Kane."
The Undertaker felt his blood run cold at those words. Surely, nothing could have happened to Kane, they had just seen each other last night when Taker had forced his brother to get medical attention for his elbow. "What about Kane," the Undertaker asked, his voice emotionless.
"I...I just got a call from the local police." Mick told him, "They found Kane's car early this morning. From the looks of it, he hit a slick spot on a bridge and lost control of the car...he...he was dead when they got there." As Mick spoke the Undertaker collapsed onto the couch in shock. "The car itself exploded, so they're having to comparing dental records to confirm that it's Kane in the car, but the...the body's the right size, and it is definitely the car that Kane rented. I'm...I'm sorry Mark." Mick finished. "I know it's not enough...but I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do..."
"Just...just leave me alone Mick." The Undertaker replied, fighting to maintain his composure "I appreciate you coming here to tell me what happened, but I need to be alone right now."
"Sure thing, Mark," Foley told him, "Just remember, if there's anything I can do, call me."
"I...I will Mick. Thanks again." Taker said as Foley stepped out of the door and closed it behind him.
Once safely alone, the Undertaker allowed himself to break down, and sobs for his lost brother racked his body.
Lost Brother
Kane was in a very good mood as he exited the arena and stepped into the rainy night air following Smackdown. He and his brother had finally gotten some payback on Hunter and Steve Austin for the beating the two had given Kane and Taker on Raw. Looking back at the Game and Austin's bloody bodies lying on the ring floor had done wonders for Kane's disposition. Even his elbow didn't hurt quite as much any more. And Sunday at Backlash, he and the Undertaker were going to take the IC and WWF Titles away from the Power Trip, leaving no doubt as to whom the most dominant team in the WWF really was.
Even the fact that he had finally been forced by his brother to get his arm properly tended to, and thus was leaving the arena about two hours after everyone else, couldn't dampen Kane's spirits. Nearly humming to himself, he made his way to his rental car, stepping around the deeper of the rain puddles that had formed in the parking lot. For a moment he thought he saw movement in the nearby shadows, but when he looked there was nothing there, so he assumed he had imagined it.
He pulled out his keys and was about to unlock the car door when he once again noticed movement, this time much closer. He quickly turned to see who, or what, was behind him. He had only gotten about halfway when the lead pipe connected with his skull, knocking him unconscious.
The well muscled form of his attacker was joined by another, and together they lifted Kane's body and threw him in the back of their nearby SUV, removing another, similarly shaped form first.
"Sweet dreams, retard," the first man said before closing the back door. "Meet me at the house when you're done," he told his accomplice as he settled into the driver's seat. The second man merely nodded, then began dragging the form that had been removed from the SUV to Kane's car. The first man started the SUV, and the vehicle disappeared into the night.
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The Undertaker awoke the morning after Smackdown with a feeling of unease. The whole night he had been plagued with nightmares...dark dreams filled with black, whispering shadows and vague feelings of despair and wrongness. He wasn't sure what could have triggered such dreams, but he figured the morning workout he and Kane had scheduled would help him get them out of his head.
If not, then his younger brother was sure to sense that something was bothering him and would bug him until the Undertaker had told him what was wrong. Then Kane would tell him that it was undoubtedly nothing, and would probably make a joke about the Undertaker's cooking finally reaching new lows and causing his nightmares. The Undertaker found himself smiling fondly at the mere thought.
Not having a family for most of his life, Taker had only scoffed when the other wrestlers would go off about how wonderful they were. Now that he and his brother were a family again, he finally understood what the others had been talking about.
Hearing a knock at the door of his hotel room, he opened it to reveal a distressed looking Mick Foley.
"What's up, Mick," the Undertaker asked the former Commissioner, who was now working in the front offices of the WWF.
"Taker," Mick began, then blew out a long breath of air, "You'd better sit down."
"Why?" Taker asked, "What's going on, Mick."
"Taker...it's...it's about Kane."
The Undertaker felt his blood run cold at those words. Surely, nothing could have happened to Kane, they had just seen each other last night when Taker had forced his brother to get medical attention for his elbow. "What about Kane," the Undertaker asked, his voice emotionless.
"I...I just got a call from the local police." Mick told him, "They found Kane's car early this morning. From the looks of it, he hit a slick spot on a bridge and lost control of the car...he...he was dead when they got there." As Mick spoke the Undertaker collapsed onto the couch in shock. "The car itself exploded, so they're having to comparing dental records to confirm that it's Kane in the car, but the...the body's the right size, and it is definitely the car that Kane rented. I'm...I'm sorry Mark." Mick finished. "I know it's not enough...but I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do..."
"Just...just leave me alone Mick." The Undertaker replied, fighting to maintain his composure "I appreciate you coming here to tell me what happened, but I need to be alone right now."
"Sure thing, Mark," Foley told him, "Just remember, if there's anything I can do, call me."
"I...I will Mick. Thanks again." Taker said as Foley stepped out of the door and closed it behind him.
Once safely alone, the Undertaker allowed himself to break down, and sobs for his lost brother racked his body.