Marcus sat in his locker-room...
His
locker-room,
it was no longer his and Kane's locker-room, it hadn't been since the day
in the hospital and that had been almost now a week ago. Marcus pushed
himself up and turned the TV on, he flipped it to channel 12, he stared
at the TV as he watched his brother's image flashed across the screen,
Kane was doing his promo. Although the brothers of destruction were no
more, Kane and Triple H continued their rivalry. Marcus watched Kane call
Triple H out, Marcus shut the TV off once Triple H came running down the
titatron. Marcus didn't even want to see how the match ended up... Right
now Marcus wanted nothing to do with Kane, he was still in pain at the
confrontation between him and Kane a week ago...
I don't know if you love me or
hate me more.
Neither do I.
Too bad little brother, too bad.
The conversation still rung in his
ears and it still made him feel sick to his stomach, Kane had sounded so
lost in the hospital but cold at the same time. He hadn't heard that coldness
in Kane in such a long time, it felt like him and Kane when they used to
be enemies... the cold words, the heated glares, the deafening silence.
It was as if the last 4 months had never occurred, like the late night
conversations... the knowing looks... the brotherly moments... it was as
if all that and more had never occurred, like it had been just some too
perfect dream and that Marcus was finally waking up to his reality. A reality
he didn't want to be living in, because his old reality had been great,
him and Kane at each other sides instead at each other throats, Marcus
had even grown protective Kane... example his resistance to tag Kane in
at Backlash because of Kane's arm... Marcus had finally felt like an older
brother, and now it had all went to hell.
Kane didn't trust him. That realization
had hurt the most, because trust was the one thing that Marcus wanted from
Kane the most, and it was the one thing that Marcus could never achieve.
Marcus couldn't blame Kane though, their past had been a rocky one and
it was no shock in why Kane was a very untrusting person...
Kane had his heart broken and his
spirit destroyed by many people... IE: X-Pac, Tori, Paul Bearer, Him
... The list goes on and on, Kane had opened his heart and trusted
people and in the end he always got betrayed. Marcus knew in the beginning
that getting Kane's trust would be hard, but now it was just starting to
hit him how right he was.
Marcus looked up and tore himself
away from his thoughts when he heard a loud pounding on his locker-room
door, Marcus sighed, blocking the outside world and locking himself in
his locker-room and never coming out, because then he wouldn't have to
face Kane or anybody else. Ignoring problems, hiding from them, wasn't
how Marcus dealed with things; Marcus rolled his eyes, and walked over
to the locker-room door and opened it up to see Matt and Jeff Hardy with
Lita standing on the other side of the door. Although Marcus didn't have
any problems with the high-flying brothers and their redhead, he was surprised
that they were at his locker-room door, they never really talked, except
for the time he saved their girl from getting the crap beat out of her
by Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
"Can I help you?"
Marcus raised his eyebrow at Matt
Hardy, ignoring Jeff and Lita, it was known that Matt was in charge, so
Marcus decided to just cut out on the chit chat and get straight to the
point, he didn't really feel like having guests.
"It's your brother Kane, he's getting
ganged up on by Stone Cold Steve Austin and Triple H, he doesn't
seem to be up for the challenge; He looks like he needs your help."
Marcus snorted, followed by a bitter
and sour laugh.
"My help? MY help? Kane doesn't
need my help, never has."
Matt Hardy stared at Marcus skeptically,
Marcus's voice was exceptionally high in anger and also a bit of bitter
and sourness in it.
"But he's your brother, your little
brother..."
Marcus grinned and laughed at Matt's
statement, even though he didn't find anything funny about Matt's comment,
actually he found it quite depressing.
"Your point being? That doesn't
mean a thing..."
Jeff shook his head, he among with
the rest of the WWF stars on the roster saw what had happened between Kane
and Marcus, turning to Lita she followed his suite, Matt glared.
"Of course it means something, he's
your brother, and he needs you. No matter what shit you two have been through,
you're always brothers, nothing can ever change that. Despite how many
times you two say you hate each other, no matter how many times you stab
each other in the back, you are always brothers, nothing can change that,
you're blood and that is final."
Marcus eyed Matt, the nerves that
guy had... Marcus could snap Matt in half in less then a second, but yet
the elder Hardy had the guts to stand up to him; Marcus looked over to
Jeff and Lita, he noticed the look Jeff had on his face, sighing Marcus
shook his head.
"Kane doesn't want my help."
Matt let a smile tug at his features.
"Doesn't mean he doesn't need it."
Marcus watched Matt, Jeff and Lita
walk off. Marcus paced the room for a minute or so, not knowing what to
do, but then he pushed his locker-room door open and ran backstage, and
ran down the titatron. Marcus looked up and saw Kane on the mat floor,
struggling to get up while Stone Cold Steve Austin and Triple H attacked
him, over and over and over, not giving Kane a chance to breathe, not giving
Kane a chance to defend himself.
Marcus grabbed a metal chair and
slid into the ring, Triple H looked up and before he could react Marcus
hit Triple H in the face with the chair, he then spun around and hit Stone
Cold Steve Austin in the back. Marcus threw the chair out of the ring,
he spun around, watching Triple H getting up, Marcus kicked him in the
face and then picked up Stone Cold Steve Austin and gave him a back breaker.
"Marcus..."
Marcus turned and stared at Kane,
there was an odd silence, but then Marcus reached his hand out to Kane,
offering to help him, after a few seconds, Kane took Marcus's hand, letting
Marcus pull him up.
"Payback's a bitch Kane, let's prove
that to them..."
Kane nodded silently and then they
both turned around just in time to grab Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin
by the throats, Marcus and Kane lifted Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin
in the air, and then they did the double chokeslam move on them, pounding
them into the ground. Marcus grabbed Stone Cold Steve Austin and lifted
him in the air but before he could do the last ride he stopped and turned
to Kane.
"Do the last ride on Triple H, just
like I taught you."
Kane nodded and picked up Triple
H and lifted him up in the air and then Marcus and Kane did the last ride
to Triple H and Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Cheers could be heard throughout
the whole arena, Marcus stared at Kane and smiled at his little brother.
"Pin that son of a bitch!" Marcus
screamed through the loud roars of the crowd.
Kane nodded and dropped his body
to the mat of the ring, he leaned over pressing his body over Triple H's
and then he listened to the Ref.
"1...2...3... And the winner is
Kane!"
Marcus pulled Kane up, he grabbed
Kane's left arm and raised it up for all to see, the crowd was going crazy
by now; Kane pulled away from his brother's grasp, he raised his arms and
flapped them down, fire surrounded them, Kane and Marcus stared at each
other, neither of them saying a word to one another.
"Marcus..."
Marcus raised his eyebrow up in
questioning.
"I love you more."