That Fatal Moment
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong the wwf.
" Now making there way to the ring, The Undertaker and Kane.
We entered the ring as we always do. The fans were screaming and our opponents were cursing. We entered the ring and the fight began. They actually thought they could beat the Big Red Machine and the Deadman. It's almost laughable. But something isn't right. I can feel it. Something is going to happen tonight, something bad.
Well the match has gotten quite boring. My thoughts start to wonder someplace until an unexpected and sudden blow knocked my thoughts to the match at hand. Well I decided to end this match with a chokeslam. Which I did.
" Here are your winners, the Undertaker and Kane."
Well if that match wasn't easy I don't know what is. Suddenly I hear a gunshot and "Mark!!!!!!!!!!" A flash of red and black run in front of my eyes and push me out of the way.
I then realize who had stepped in front of the bullet, Kane. 'Oh my God,' I think as I look down.
" Kane, oh God, Kane. Why?????? Why'd you do that, Why??" I scream. I'm in a fit of hysterics. 'How could he do that.' My hands are stained red with blood. He is losing way too much.
"Mark, man, you're my brother. I love you, how could I not have done that," he said rather quietly. 'Oh god. No, it can't be true.'
He's dying and I can't stop it. My little brother, the only person who could ever get me to smile and laugh as a child was dying. Then the paramedics show up.
"Hang on Kane, please hang on." I'm now pleading to him and God. I can't lose him. He is the only family I have left. I can't lose him. He is getting too pale from blood loss.
"Mark...............I love you remember that." Then he passes out. The medics have strapped him down and are racing him to the ambulance. They load him into the ambulance and I get in by him.
I hold his hand the entire time. He cannot die on me. I love him too much. NO matter what he is still my little brother. It shouldn't be him strapped there, it should be me. I wish that the gunman would have shot a little faster or that Kane hadn't noticed. Kane should have let me get hit. I'll never understand why he loves me so much after everything I have done to him, all the fighting, everything in the past and he still loves me.
It seems like forever until we get there.
They race him to the emergency room. I pace the waiting room. Why is all that I ask myself? Why Kane? He was always a sweet kid. Even now after everything he still has a little bit of that childhood innocence in him. It's what keeps me going. Knowing that my little brother is still and always will be there. But now what am I going to do? If Kane doesn't make it if......... NO I can't think that way I have to be strong for Kane's sake.
It seems like forever but then a doctor comes in.
"Are you Mark," he asks.
"Yes."
"Well I'm Doctor Lee. We have stabilized you brother. Unfortunately the wound was bad the bullet was in deep. He has lost a crucial amount of blood. He has a fifty-fifty shot if he makes it through the night."
Those words chill me to the bone. "Can I see him?"
He hesitates. "Yes, he is room 136."
"Thanks." I walk down the hall and to the door. I stop in front of the door worrying about what I would see. I make up my mind and push open the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong the wwf.
" Now making there way to the ring, The Undertaker and Kane.
We entered the ring as we always do. The fans were screaming and our opponents were cursing. We entered the ring and the fight began. They actually thought they could beat the Big Red Machine and the Deadman. It's almost laughable. But something isn't right. I can feel it. Something is going to happen tonight, something bad.
Well the match has gotten quite boring. My thoughts start to wonder someplace until an unexpected and sudden blow knocked my thoughts to the match at hand. Well I decided to end this match with a chokeslam. Which I did.
" Here are your winners, the Undertaker and Kane."
Well if that match wasn't easy I don't know what is. Suddenly I hear a gunshot and "Mark!!!!!!!!!!" A flash of red and black run in front of my eyes and push me out of the way.
I then realize who had stepped in front of the bullet, Kane. 'Oh my God,' I think as I look down.
" Kane, oh God, Kane. Why?????? Why'd you do that, Why??" I scream. I'm in a fit of hysterics. 'How could he do that.' My hands are stained red with blood. He is losing way too much.
"Mark, man, you're my brother. I love you, how could I not have done that," he said rather quietly. 'Oh god. No, it can't be true.'
He's dying and I can't stop it. My little brother, the only person who could ever get me to smile and laugh as a child was dying. Then the paramedics show up.
"Hang on Kane, please hang on." I'm now pleading to him and God. I can't lose him. He is the only family I have left. I can't lose him. He is getting too pale from blood loss.
"Mark...............I love you remember that." Then he passes out. The medics have strapped him down and are racing him to the ambulance. They load him into the ambulance and I get in by him.
I hold his hand the entire time. He cannot die on me. I love him too much. NO matter what he is still my little brother. It shouldn't be him strapped there, it should be me. I wish that the gunman would have shot a little faster or that Kane hadn't noticed. Kane should have let me get hit. I'll never understand why he loves me so much after everything I have done to him, all the fighting, everything in the past and he still loves me.
It seems like forever until we get there.
They race him to the emergency room. I pace the waiting room. Why is all that I ask myself? Why Kane? He was always a sweet kid. Even now after everything he still has a little bit of that childhood innocence in him. It's what keeps me going. Knowing that my little brother is still and always will be there. But now what am I going to do? If Kane doesn't make it if......... NO I can't think that way I have to be strong for Kane's sake.
It seems like forever but then a doctor comes in.
"Are you Mark," he asks.
"Yes."
"Well I'm Doctor Lee. We have stabilized you brother. Unfortunately the wound was bad the bullet was in deep. He has lost a crucial amount of blood. He has a fifty-fifty shot if he makes it through the night."
Those words chill me to the bone. "Can I see him?"
He hesitates. "Yes, he is room 136."
"Thanks." I walk down the hall and to the door. I stop in front of the door worrying about what I would see. I make up my mind and push open the door.