Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story (where's Aladdin and his blasted genie when you really need them?). They are owned by the WWF. I am making no money from this little piece of drivel. There is no need for a lawsuit.
Angel's Light
Darkness surrounded Kane, stifling him in it absoluteness. Even the hand he waved in front of his face was invisible, concealed in the murky depths that surrounded him.
"Hello, is anyone there?" he called out, to be answered only by his own echoing voice.
Then the inky blackness around him began glowing with a flickering red-orange light. Kane gasped in fear as he realized that he was now surrounded by a raging inferno. Quickly turning, he desperately searched for a way out, fighting to keep himself calm in the face of his greatest fear.
Both pursuits were in vain, however, and he felt his panic rise. Shaking his head in denial, he began to cough, eyes watering, as the smoke from the blaze reached him. Trying to get beneath the smoke, he lowered himself to the floor. Unconsciously he wrapped his arms around his knees and began to rock back and forth.
"No," he whimpered, his mind being assaulted by memories from the past. Watching as his Mother and the man he had believed to be his Father died, feeling his own skin begin to redden and burn, the pain, the fear...it once again began to overwhelm him. "No," he cried again, trying to clear his mind of the haunting visions, "This can't be happening!"
"Oh, but it is," a deep, menacing voice chuckled, "it most certainly is."
Kane looked around for the source of the voice but could only see the flames. "Who are you?" he asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"You mean you haven't figured out who I am yet, Kane?" the voice inquired, "Really, I am very disappointed in you...little brother."
"Undertaker!" Kane gasped, confused. He and Taker were a team now. They were a family again. The Undertaker wouldn't be trying to hurt him...would he?
"Very good, Kane," his brother's amused voice continued. "Maybe you aren't quite as stupid as I thought. As for why I am doing this...well, I figured it was finally time to finish what I had started. Goodbye...brother."
All at once the flames surrounding Kane doubled in intensity, as if someone had poured gasoline onto them. Kane could feel the heat overwhelming him. His lungs burned as they struggled to draw oxygen from the flaming, smoke-filled air.
Then one side of the circle entrapping him opened. Kane began to crawl towards this sudden means of escape. When he looked up, however, he stopped in his tracks. Barreling towards him was an immense ball of fire. Kane didn't even have time to move out of the way before the fire hit him, searing his flesh in unimaginable pain.
"No!" Kane screamed, his denial rising to the unheeding heavens.
And he sat up in bed; sweat coating his muscular body in a thin sheen. He gazed in wonder at his unharmed body. "A dream," he gasped in relief, "It was just a dream."
"Kane, love, are you alright?" a worried voice asked from beside him as a pair of small arms encircled him.
Turning his head, Kane found himself looking into the worried face of Molly Holly. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head, "Yeah, Molly," he told her. "I'm fine. I just had a bad dream."
"Bad dream my foot," she proclaimed, tightening her hold on him, "from the way you were screaming when you woke up it must have been a doozey of a nightmare."
"It...wasn't pleasant," he told her, not really wanting to dwell on the dream.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her innocent blue eyes looking up into his blue-green ones.
"Not right now," he told her, hoping she didn't take his refusal the wrong way.
His fears were unfounded, however. Molly just looked at him in understanding and asked, "You think you can get back to sleep?"
Finally able to distance himself from the dream, he looked slyly down at the petite woman that was sharing his bed. "Well," he drawled, "I can think of a few other things that I would rather be doing."
"Oh really," she smiled back at him, one eyebrow rising in appreciation as she looked over his massive bare chest. "And just what might that be?"
"Let me show you, Angel," he replied as he moved down to capture her lips with his own in a passionate kiss.
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Several hours later Kane looked down at the sleeping beauty he held in his arms. He gently brushed her a lock of her silky golden hair out of her face, then ran his fingers down the side of her exposed cheek. He still couldn't believe that they were a couple. It had only been a couple of weeks since he and Molly had been cunningly set up by their mutual friend, Lita, but already he was having difficulty remembering what his life had been like without her.
He knew without a doubt that Molly was the woman who had always been meant for him...the other half of his soul. He had known, ever since he had first taken off his mask in her presence. He chuckled to himself now as he remembered how nervous he had been. And not without good reason. Every woman before had gone running the moment they had seen his face. Molly had merely taken a long look at his face, then had gone over to where he sat in a chair and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I've told you before, silly," she had said to him, "you'll always be the most handsome man on the planet to me." Then she paused and wiped the tears that had fallen, unbeknownst to him, from his eyes at her easy acceptance, "And I will always love you."
Kane hadn't been able to believe her at first, but looking into her face he could see that she had been telling the truth. His scars really didn't matter to her. She really would always love him.
Letting his thoughts linger on the glorious times he and Molly had spent together, Kane drifted off to sleep.
Angel's Light
Darkness surrounded Kane, stifling him in it absoluteness. Even the hand he waved in front of his face was invisible, concealed in the murky depths that surrounded him.
"Hello, is anyone there?" he called out, to be answered only by his own echoing voice.
Then the inky blackness around him began glowing with a flickering red-orange light. Kane gasped in fear as he realized that he was now surrounded by a raging inferno. Quickly turning, he desperately searched for a way out, fighting to keep himself calm in the face of his greatest fear.
Both pursuits were in vain, however, and he felt his panic rise. Shaking his head in denial, he began to cough, eyes watering, as the smoke from the blaze reached him. Trying to get beneath the smoke, he lowered himself to the floor. Unconsciously he wrapped his arms around his knees and began to rock back and forth.
"No," he whimpered, his mind being assaulted by memories from the past. Watching as his Mother and the man he had believed to be his Father died, feeling his own skin begin to redden and burn, the pain, the fear...it once again began to overwhelm him. "No," he cried again, trying to clear his mind of the haunting visions, "This can't be happening!"
"Oh, but it is," a deep, menacing voice chuckled, "it most certainly is."
Kane looked around for the source of the voice but could only see the flames. "Who are you?" he asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"You mean you haven't figured out who I am yet, Kane?" the voice inquired, "Really, I am very disappointed in you...little brother."
"Undertaker!" Kane gasped, confused. He and Taker were a team now. They were a family again. The Undertaker wouldn't be trying to hurt him...would he?
"Very good, Kane," his brother's amused voice continued. "Maybe you aren't quite as stupid as I thought. As for why I am doing this...well, I figured it was finally time to finish what I had started. Goodbye...brother."
All at once the flames surrounding Kane doubled in intensity, as if someone had poured gasoline onto them. Kane could feel the heat overwhelming him. His lungs burned as they struggled to draw oxygen from the flaming, smoke-filled air.
Then one side of the circle entrapping him opened. Kane began to crawl towards this sudden means of escape. When he looked up, however, he stopped in his tracks. Barreling towards him was an immense ball of fire. Kane didn't even have time to move out of the way before the fire hit him, searing his flesh in unimaginable pain.
"No!" Kane screamed, his denial rising to the unheeding heavens.
And he sat up in bed; sweat coating his muscular body in a thin sheen. He gazed in wonder at his unharmed body. "A dream," he gasped in relief, "It was just a dream."
"Kane, love, are you alright?" a worried voice asked from beside him as a pair of small arms encircled him.
Turning his head, Kane found himself looking into the worried face of Molly Holly. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head, "Yeah, Molly," he told her. "I'm fine. I just had a bad dream."
"Bad dream my foot," she proclaimed, tightening her hold on him, "from the way you were screaming when you woke up it must have been a doozey of a nightmare."
"It...wasn't pleasant," he told her, not really wanting to dwell on the dream.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her innocent blue eyes looking up into his blue-green ones.
"Not right now," he told her, hoping she didn't take his refusal the wrong way.
His fears were unfounded, however. Molly just looked at him in understanding and asked, "You think you can get back to sleep?"
Finally able to distance himself from the dream, he looked slyly down at the petite woman that was sharing his bed. "Well," he drawled, "I can think of a few other things that I would rather be doing."
"Oh really," she smiled back at him, one eyebrow rising in appreciation as she looked over his massive bare chest. "And just what might that be?"
"Let me show you, Angel," he replied as he moved down to capture her lips with his own in a passionate kiss.
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Several hours later Kane looked down at the sleeping beauty he held in his arms. He gently brushed her a lock of her silky golden hair out of her face, then ran his fingers down the side of her exposed cheek. He still couldn't believe that they were a couple. It had only been a couple of weeks since he and Molly had been cunningly set up by their mutual friend, Lita, but already he was having difficulty remembering what his life had been like without her.
He knew without a doubt that Molly was the woman who had always been meant for him...the other half of his soul. He had known, ever since he had first taken off his mask in her presence. He chuckled to himself now as he remembered how nervous he had been. And not without good reason. Every woman before had gone running the moment they had seen his face. Molly had merely taken a long look at his face, then had gone over to where he sat in a chair and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I've told you before, silly," she had said to him, "you'll always be the most handsome man on the planet to me." Then she paused and wiped the tears that had fallen, unbeknownst to him, from his eyes at her easy acceptance, "And I will always love you."
Kane hadn't been able to believe her at first, but looking into her face he could see that she had been telling the truth. His scars really didn't matter to her. She really would always love him.
Letting his thoughts linger on the glorious times he and Molly had spent together, Kane drifted off to sleep.
