i jn Violent Tendencies
The Undertaker's love is tested.

"Here."
Marcus handed Kane his mask, Marcus looked at the clock in Kane's hospital room and sighed; He wished Kane would hurry up and finish getting ready to leave, Marcus just wanted to high-tail it out of this hospital room.
"Thank you."
Marcus heard Kane grumble, once Kane fastened his mask on his face. Marcus grabbed one of Kane's duffel bags and proceeded to walk out of the hospital room, Marcus had talked Dr. Williams, into letting him take Kane home with him, of course he had to promise that he wouldn't let Kane wrestle until Kane's injuries were healed. To tell the truth Marcus had no problem with that; Marcus loved his little brother and all but sometimes Marcus got too distracted in trying to protect Kane to actually protect his own back in a match, which usually resulted in him getting his ass kicked.

"Car's over there Kane."
Marcus pointed to a big black Ford rental truck, Marcus had rented the truck a few hours before he had come back to the hospital to pick up Kane, Marcus fully knew that him and an injured Kane wouldn't fit on the back of his motorcycle. Marcus opened the passenger side of the car and went to help Kane in but Kane pushed Marcus's hand away and crawled in the car by himself. Marcus gave Kane a look, he felt like asking Kane what was bothering him, but instead Marcus shut the door and walked over to the other side of the car and got in as well.

Shit, what's his problem now?

Marcus could see that Kane was mad, sure he couldn't see Kane's face through the mask, but he could read it from Kane's body language. Kane was upset about something, and to make it worse, Kane was keeping it to himself. Marcus started up the car and turned on the radio, for right now he decided that he would ignore his brother's 'problem' and get them home... well hotel room, but it was all the same anyways. Marcus strummed his fingers against the steering wheel in boredom, Marcus glanced over at Kane who had his body turned away from him and staring out the window; Marcus sighed, damn it, Kane you are so damn temperamental. Sometimes Marcus didn't know if his brother loved him or hated him more, Kane's moods were still something that Marcus was trying to learn, since Kane didn't say a lot, Marcus had to read Kane's body language to see what he was feeling like... and right now Kane, seemed that he was either pissed, or disappointed; Either one wasn't good for Marcus, he just hoped it was pissed... Marcus could handle pissed, but disappointment he couldn't handle, not from Kane, no he couldn't handle Kane being disappointed in him.

"How's your head?"
Marcus asked, once him and Kane had settled in their hotel rooms. Kane threw off his jacket and sat down on his bed, which was the left one, Marcus for some reason, always took the bed on the right.
"It's fine."
Marcus waited for Kane to go on, he waited for Kane to say some more about his head, or maybe his ribs, but Kane just continued to un-lace his black boots, without saying a word. Marcus was starting to get aggravated, he couldn't handle this damn silence, it was making him nervous. Actually what no one else knew about Kane, was that he had his talkative moments, sometimes at night when they would be staying up late watching some corny old television show, Kane would just start yammering away about pretty much nothing. But this dead silence from Kane was something that Marcus hadn't gotten in a while, he had gotten the cold silence from Kane when they used to be enemies, but in the past few months Kane had been talkative to him, and when Kane wasn't talking, his body language was never cold and distant; Marcus eyed Kane trying to read his body language, but he got nothing, which was worse then getting something he didn't like.
"What the hell is your problem Kane?"
Kane kicked off his second boot and turned around and looked at Marcus through the black and red mask.
"What are you talking about?"
Marcus sighed, he jumped up from his bed and strolled over to the mini-refridgerator and took out a drink.
"This silent treatment. I don't like it, if you got something to say, just say it to me little brother."
There was a long silence before Kane finally spoke up.
"Where were you? During the match, where were you?"
Marcus had just stared at Kane not knowing what to say, and after a few minutes of the silence Kane laid down on his bed and turn on his side, falling to sleep.

Where were you? During the match, where were you?

Marcus should have been prepared for that question but the instant it left Kane's mouth, Marcus felt as if he had been slapped in the face, by his own brother. There had been an accusing tone in Kane's voice, and Marcus swore that through that mask he saw Kane glaring at him. Marcus was now pacing back and forth across the hotel room, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. How dare Kane accuse him of just up and leaving him in the ring to get hurt? Sure Marcus had done some shitty things to Kane in the past, but Marcus had done his best to prove to Kane that he was sorry about that, and then bam Kane started acting like what happened to him on Raw was his fault, like he had planned it. Marcus had told Kane to not go into that match, Marcus had actually pleaded for Kane to stay back but Kane was the one that insisted that he come to the match, and now Kane accused him?! Marcus felt his anger rise but some sadness enter his body, why was Kane all of a sudden so reluctant in trusting him?

"You make no sense whatsoever little brother."
Marcus threw himself down on his bed, he had a big match tomorrow and he needed all the sleep he could use, he would talk to Kane in the morning, during their usual workout, he would fix all this tomorrow, right now all Marcus needed was sleep.

:::Tomorrow Morning - Gym:::

Marcus looked up from his weights at Kane who was making his way over to the treadmill. Okay, confrontation time, Marcus put the weights down and walked over to a treadmill next to Kane's and got on it.
"Good sleep?"
Kane looked at Marcus for a second before going back to the treadmill.
"Yes."
Marcus nodded and started up the treadmill.
"I was at the ring Kane, the refs wouldn't let me in, they said you had to tag me in."
Kane looked at Marcus and shrugged, turning off the treadmill.
"Okay. I'm going to get some breakfast."
Kane grabbed his bottle of water and left the gym.

Little....

Marcus turned up the speed a couple notches on the treadmill as he watched Kane disappear out of his view. Okay, so the confrontation thing didn't work as well as he had thought it would, Marcus sighed. Why was Kane being so hard on him? Marcus looked up when he heard footsteps enter the gym, Marcus glared evilly at Triple H who got on the treadmill next to Marcus.

"Kane looked mighty pissed 'Taker, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, if Kane decided he wanted a little action."
Triple H smirked at Marcus. Marcus groaned and hopped off the treadmill and turned to Triple H before leaving.
"You and Stone Cold are messing with the wrong man."
Marcus grabbed his bottle of water and left the gym, in search of Kane; This little argument between them had to end before it got too big. Marcus and Kane both had big tempers, and if they didn't talk to each other when their tempers were low enough, they would explode on one another, and that wasn't something Marcus needed.

"You're up Marcus."
Marcus nodded, and sighed; It looked like him and Kane's conversation would have to wait until after his match with Stone Cold Steve Austin.

"JR, this is going to be explosive tonight! It's The Undertaker versus Stone Cold Steve Austin!"

"Yep, it seems that The Undertaker wants some revenge for what Stone Cold did to Kane..."

The rest of the conversation between JR and Michael Cole was blocked out as Marcus came out and ran down the titatron and jumped in the ring; Stone Cold was already in the ring, they glared each other down, but then Stone Cold Steve Austin smirked evilly.
"What are you smiling at? I wouldn't be smiling, you're a dead man walking."
That last comment only made Steve smile even bigger.
"You know 'Taker, your brother is real trusting."
Marcus stared back at Steve with a confused look on his face but before he could say anything, he felt something hit him in the back. Marcus looked up and froze when he saw that it was Kane who had hit him.
"Kane, no..."
Marcus tried to find the strength in his voice to make himself sound threatening, but he felt himself choking over Kane's name; God what was Kane doing? What was going on in Kane's mind?

Stone Cold stood in the background, flashing an evil smile at the scene unfolding in front of him; It had been too easy, Kane was in a vulnerable state and all Steve had to do was put the idea that Marcus could be planning to betray him and dear old Kane did the rest. Kane had believed every word Steve said, every single word even though those words were coming from his arch enemy's mouth. Steve and Hunter had planned the whole thing, they couldn't destroy the brothers of destruction... they were just too damn strong together but then Hunter came up with the idea that together they were strong but alone they were nothing... that was the plan... set Kane against Marcus and the brother of destruction would be no more.

"Kane, wait..."
Marcus put his hand up trying to stop Kane from hitting him with the chair again, usually he would be attacking Kane by now but he needed to know why Kane was attacking him.

Where were you? During the match, where were you?

Marcus's eyes widened, finally realizing what had gotten into his little brother. Kane was still blaming him for what happened on Raw...

Kane looked mighty pissed 'Taker, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, if Kane decided he wanted a little action.

"You know 'Taker, your brother is real trusting.

Stone Cold and Triple H... they had done this, they had pit Kane against him, it was all starting to sink in. Marcus scrambled up and opened his mouth to say something to Kane but fell down to the mat, once Kane hit him in the face with the chair. Marcus closed his eyes as the blood spilled out from a huge gash from his forehead; He wanted to feel anger towards Kane, he really did, but he couldn't find it in his body to be angry; He had done a lot of things to Kane in the past, so this was his pay back... but it didn't make it hurt any less.

"Kane, crush his bones!"
Stone Cold screamed forcefully at Kane, what was taking the damn retard so long? Steve had seen Kane be more brutal to total strangers in other matches, but he was taking it easy on Marcus.

"Kane...."
Kane lowered the chair and stared at his older brother's body, Kane's eyes bounced back and forth to Marcus to Stone Cold Steve Austin; Kane raised the chair to hit Marcus but then lowered it again, not knowing what to do.

"Do it already retard!"
Stone Cold screamed out at Kane.

Kane whirled around once he heard Stone Cold's words; Retard. He hated when people called him that name, just because he couldn't read as fast as some people, they thought he was stupid, just because he didn't get some things as fast as others, they called him a retard. Kane raised the metal chair and hit Stone Cold across the face with it, then Kane turned around and raised the chair aiming it towards Marcus, but not hitting him yet; Marcus stood up and faced his brother.

"Give me the chair Kane."