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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."