sdfgh I am not Kane's real father, you and Kane are full brothers.

Mark slanted his eyes, as he watched the tape of Smackdown, he had already watched it twice, so this would be his third time watching, but no matter how many times he watched it, there was still shock when Paul announced that he was indeed not Kane's father, and that him and Kane were full brothers.

Full brothers.

Mark didn't really know what to think, did he even want Kane to be his full brother? Before Kane being his half brother he could deal with, but could he deal with knowing that him and Kane were 100% blood full brothers? It was an awful thing to think, him and Kane were the most powerful and most dominating team on the WWF, they were the brothers of destruction... replay that... BROTHERS of destruction. Why wouldn't he want Kane to be his full brother?

All these years, all the years in the basement, all the torment, has been happening to your full brother!

That was a reason, everyday Mark had watched Paul drain Kane's childhood out of him, Mark would just sit there and watch it happen, what did it matter? Him and Kane weren't full brothers, just half brothers, so to Mark it didn't matter, but he had always felt a dread in his heart, he never really knew what or why it was there but now he knew... somewhere, deep down in his body, all those years ago, he had known, he had the creeping suspicion.

But there was still the fact that Paul could be lying; Paul was known to do that, to lie. Paul was an excellent liar, he could make about anyone believe his lies, this could just be another one of his lies, some stupid lie to make him and Kane feel pain, another stupid trick to tear them apart.

Mark grabbed the remote that controlled the vcr, he aimed it at the vcr and paused the tape, he stared at Paul in the ring, Mark examined Paul's features. Short, chubby... his features didn't really match with Kane's; Lillian, their mother, hadn't been very tall, she had been 5'5; Beatiful, flowing red hair, icy blue eyes, creamy skin... she embodied an angel, everything about her was sweet... Kane looked like her, his eyes held that same knowing look in them; Kevin, their dad, was tall, he had been 6'5; short brown hair, brown eyes, strong arms that he had used to lift Mark and Kane in the air when they were little...

Shit, Mark thought to himself as he inched closer to the television, his eyes focused on Paul... Paul looked NOTHING like Kane, there wasn't one little thing that paired Kane and Paul as father and son, NOTHING. If Mark had passed them on the street, he would never guess that they were father and son, Paul didn't have that reddish-brown hair that Kane did, Paul wasn't tall like Kane, Paul didn't have the knowing look in his eyes like Kane did, no similarities, no litte traits that paired them together.

Kevin was 6'5... Kane was 7'... they were only 5 inches apart from each other, Kane had the big, overpowering arms like Kevin used to have, the determination to never give up that Kevin had before he died was replaced in Kane which would easily explain why Kane kept fighting Stone Cold Steve Austin and Triple H, even when he had a broken arm.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Mark turned around when he heard the distinct sound of creaking, he eyed Kane who was shifting in the bed. He's waking up, Mark told himself. Mark turned back around, he raised the remote again and let the tape continue, it was at the part where he ran in the ring and started attacking Paul with the chain, Mark grinned at the look on Paul's face, the horrified expression on Paul's face was just too much.

That's what you get you bastard, you thought we wouldn't react? You LIED to us!

Mark shook his head, he was already starting to get worked up and he didn't even have proof that him and Kane were full brothers, how would he get that proof anyways?

"Blood test."

Mark whirled around once he heard the deep and thundering voice that belonged to Kane, Mark eyed Kane, god sometimes Kane was so damn quiet; Mark knitted his eyebrows in thought. "A blood test?"

Kane nodded slowly, he walked over to the side of the tv and stared at his and Mark's images dancing across the screen in a ray of colors. "A blood test will prove if we are full brothers or not."

Mark stared at Kane, watching his every movement. Kane was out his ring outfit and was wearing his street clothes; A pair of old faded blue denim jeans, a baggy short sleeved black t-shirt, and white socks, his black boots were by the side of the couch; Kane's reddish-brown hair was a tangled mess, lying lazily against his face, which was not currenly covered by his black and red mask that he usually hid behind, covering most of Kane's scars, only a few were visible. The scars weren't as bad as Kane might have thought they were, they weren't as hellacious as they used to be, actually it made Kane look more tough, in Mark's opinion Kane didn't need that mask, but then he wouldn't have that power, that strength of fear he had on the other wrestlers, no one except him and Mark saw the scars, so no one really knew what Kane looked like.

"A blood test." Mark repeated slowly, as if he was trying to understand the definition of the word.

Kane looked up from the screen and nodded once more, Kane pulled his hair back, grabbing the vcr remote, he turn off the tape, cutting off the loud cheers of the WWF fans on the tape. "If we take a blood test, that can prove if we are full brothers..."

Mark put his hand up slowly. "But what good does that do? So we know, how do we get back at Bearer for lying?"

Kane walked away from the tv and Mark and walked over to the couch and grabbed his black boots, he looked up at Mark, who was staring at him awaiting his answer. "That gives us proof. If we are real brothers, we take the evidence and tell the crowd and everybody on Monday Night Raw the truth..."

"And then?" Mark raised his eyebrow in questioning.

Kane grabbed his black jacket and put it on, slipping his large arms in the sleeves. "We get revenge. Rebellion is the next pay-per-view, if we are full brothers, we challenge him to a match..." Kane stopped for a second. "A chain match."

Mark questioning look was replaced by a grin, an evil and dangerous grin. "Whoever called you stupid, was an idiot." Mark jumped up, grabbed his car keys that belonged to his rental car. "Let's go."

Kane nodded, and the two brothers left their locker-room and headed to the garage, for Mark's rental.

The car was a big black ford truck, it had only two seats, Mark always rented his car just in case if something was to happen that he couldn't use his motorcycle, he got the car with only two seats, because as far as he was concerned there was only one person he would ever give up his motorcycle for.

The car ride to the clinic had been very slow, well at least it seemed that way, it was a car ride in silence, Kane had his back turned to Mark and he was staring out the window.

Mark kept glancing over at Kane, wondering what went in Kane's mind, that was something everybody in the WWF had and still wants to know. Kane was a mystery, a mystery everybody wanted to figure out, because if they figured him out then they could find a way to destroy him, bring him down to his knees... but no one could get into Kane's mind... no one had been able to do that since... Tori and X-Pac.

Those two had played a real doozy on Kane, they had manilupated Kane, they had gotten inside his head and played evil and sick mind games on Kane, they messed with his head, they played with his heart, and in the end they destroyed his soul. It had been sickening to watch, Mark had watched it all happen and he had been sick to his stomach, he had wanted so badly to help Kane, but Kane wouldn't believe him, that was how good Tori and X-Pac were, they were so good that they pit Kane against Mark, damn they were good.

"We're here." Mark said aloud, as he pulled up to the clinic, more for his benefit then Kane's, Mark had to pull himself out of his thoughts of the past, and of X-Pac and Tori.

Kane nodded, he opened the door slowly and crawled out of the car, he slammed the door shut behind him. Him and Mark nodded to each other, they walked up to the clinic, pushed the doors to the clinic open and walked inside. The waiting room of the clinic was completely empty except for an old lady with her husband, Mark sighed and walked up to the recepetionist's desk.

"Excuse me miss?"
The recepetionist looked up and smiled through her black framed glasses, she had black hair, it was up in a tight french bun, she looked around 25.
"Yes sir?"
Mark leaned his elbows on the desk, he felt incredibly tired, sighing Mark began to talk.
"Me and my little brother Kane, want to take a blood test."
The recepetionist nodded, taking out her clipboard, as if she had done this a million times, probably has, Mark thought to himself as he watched her start to scribble something down on the paper.
"And what purpose would the blood test be for?"
Mark looked back at Kane for a second, but then turned back to the recepetionist, who by the tag on her shirt Mark figured out her name was Lily.
"Well Lily Darkins, me and my brother need to take the blood test to figure out if we are real brothers or not--"

Mark was cut off by a high pitched squeal from Lily; Mark stared at her confused.

"I know where I know you from now!" Lily exclaimed excited.

Mark groaned, here we go again...

"You're from the WWF! You're the Undertaker and that... that's Kane!"

Mark nodded. "Hence me saying earlier, my brother's name is Kane, look can we get in or not?"

Lily nodded quickly, she got up and walked over to a door, she motioned for Mark and Kane to follow her. "You know that Paul Bearer guy is a jerk, I can't believe he lied to you guys for all this time!"

Mark glanced over at Kane, who had a smile on his face, Mark laughed silently, and continued to listen to Lily.

"I mean argh, he makes me so angry! I hope you two are real brothers, that would be awesome!" Lily led Mark and Kane into a secluded room, they walked in and sat down, she smiled at them. "Well the doctor will be here shortly, I hope it all works out for you guys." Lily smiled and walked out of the room.

Mark grinned to Kane once she left. "One of our more hardcore fans."

Kane laughed. "I thought it was sweet."

Mark joined Kane's laughter. "You would."

After a minute or so, a middle aged man, came in with a clipboard of his own, he walked over to he other half of the room and stared at the file Lily had left him. "So a blood test huh?" The man asked, his back still to Kane and Mark.

Mark nodded. "Yeah."

The doctor turned around with a needle in tact, he flicked the needle and walked over to Mark and Kane. "Well which one of you two will be going first?"

Mark raised his hand, and then lowered it, suddenly feeling foolish. "Me."

The doctor nodded, and walked over to Mark, flicking the needle once more, he took out Mark's arm and went to take his blood.