AN- Told ya I would have it up soon! ;) It's my special gift to all the
reviewers who didn't give up on me.
Informative Dude- Hello; It's me from "RAWFactor". I'm just wondering when the author will get back to THAT story....Thanks.
AN- o_O Ummmm......Well, let's get on with Chapter 9 of THIS story!
Informative Dude- Still doesn't answer my question... : - ( Thanks.
AN- Ignore him...he's just bitter. *throws ID out* Anyway, I'll be taking a risk with an idea of mine....you'll see what I mean. Well, thanks again! Reviewers 4 Life!
Informative Dude- That was lame.....
AN- Why am I making mini-story with my ANs?!?!?!?! o_O
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It had been easy to track the pretty blonde through the hallways...Undertaker's mind had been filled with all sorts of ways to surprise him. So, he figured the "bad boy" look always worked. Which explained the mortorcycle. What he hadn't counted on, however, was the shock of seeing his beloved trapped in the clutches of the heinous nWo.
His mind then became a total blank as he rode like a bat out of hell towards the trio. His rage was so strong, that he was furiously gripping the handlebars, imagining them to be Hall's scrawny neck....
And then that bastard had pulled the gun out.....
Undertaker slammed on the brakes, the fury disappearing, as it was replaced by concern and disbelief. If he lost Christian after just getting him back.....
His bike, after a trail of smoke and a black mark, stopped a few feet from the trio. Undertaker was wearing his black leather vest, blue jeans, a navy blue (almost black) bandanna, and his usual heavy boots. He turned off the bike, his eyes trained on the nWo.
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Christian went through numerous escape plans in his mind....each one rejected. He could feel the tears threatening to fall, and he did his best to keep them from doing so. Straight ahead was the ugly barrel of the hand- gun, so Christian kept his eyes locked on his love, Undertaker.
He just hoped he lived through this, whatever "this" was, long enough to tell Undertaker that he loved him.
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Aside from his good looks, it was easy to see why someone like the Undertaker would like the kid, Kevin Nash thought to himself. It was a sense, an aura, of helplessness, that surrounded him that was also attractive. Helplessness that cried out for one to protect him.....or destroy him.
Kevin angled his right hand, which held the knife, more towards the right side of Christian's neck. With his thumb, he traced it lightly over the kid's neck, smirking as he felt the younger man quiver. His thumb didn't move around aimlessly, though. It traced over a particular spot; he could just feel the pulse faintly. Kev's own pulse quickened slightly in anticipation. He couldn't wait to get this young man into their Wolf Pack.
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Undertaker got off his bike, his eyes and clenched fists revealing his deep rage, when he saw the smug Nash touching Christian, almost posessively. Undertaker did his best to keep his anger in check; if he lost it, it would be the end of them both. He waited for someone to speak first, make the first move. But, apparently, they were waiting for him. After a moment of unbearable silence, he spoke.
"I demand an explanation for all of this!" Scott and Kev exchanged a look of amusement. But it was Kev who replied next.
"Hey, join the party, 'Taker. You sure know how to pick the pretty ones, ya know. I figured, hey, we could all have a bit of fun...." Christian trembled in fear, but refrained from struggling. Undertaker stood his ground, helpless to avoid or stop the taunting. The coward was using Christian as a shield. If he so much as moved towards them......
"Hey, don't get your cheap bandanna in a bunch, chico. Big Kev's only playin'. " Scott paused, as though thinking of a way to phrase what he planned to say next. "You saw Hogan's match?" Undertaker was taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. What were these bastards getting at?
"Yeah, I did. I really don't see what that has to do with...."
"Patience, patience. If you rush things....you'll ruin the fun. Now, you saw how he betrayed us, correct?"
"Yes!" Undertaker nearly shouted, his impatience getting the best of him. All he wanted was his love in his arms and to be far, far away from these two troublemakers. He glanced at Christian, angry at the look of helplessness he saw there. And frustrated; knowing he felt the same way.
"It seems dead men have no patience. So, I'll fast forward a bit. Hogan's no longer a member of the nWo. Which means, we're down to two." He smiled, and then continued. "So....we need another member." He glanced at Christian, then turned back to Undertaker. "Or....members."
"There's no chance in HELL either me or Christian would join you!" Undertaker shouted. Nash just smirked and moved his left arm out from between Christian and himself. With the knife pressed closer to the center of the Canadian's throat, Kevin began to trace a finger down the center of Christian's chest, slowly tracing a pattern around his nipple through the mesh shirt he wore. A little whimper escaped him as he wanted to get away from Nash...but with the gun and knife at him, he was unable to even struggle.
"Perhaps we should re-phrase that, Scott." Scott frowned, and looked at Kev in slight confusion. Kev turned his attention to Undertaker before responded.
"Yeah. You see, it's not a question of whether Undertaker wants himself and Christian to join. It's a question of whether he wants to join *with* Christian." Christian gasped in surprise at what Kev said. Undertaker, shocked, turned his eyes to the Canadian.
"You joined the nWo, Christian?!" he shouted, not wanting to believe it. Please, he thought, let it not be true!
"No!!" Christian shouted his denial.
"Oh, don't worry, chico. The pretty boy is tellin' the truth. You see, you have a choice of joining. Because, quite frankly, I don't want to be near enough to you to perform the Initiation. But, apparently, " he nodded to Nash, "he's quite eager to Initiate your boyfriend. So, it's like this, meng....Christian doesn't have a choice of joi--"
"Hey!" Christian shouted, surprising everyone. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here, "chico", " He started, with a sarcastic edge. "You think I don't have a choice? What self-absorbed, egotisitical, idiots you are!" Undertaker quirked an eyebrow in surprise. His love had never been so outspoken before. Even Scott Hall looked shocked. "You think you just give me an nWo shirt, dress me up in black, and assume I'll be loyal?! Wrong! You can never get my loyalty. I'll only be loyal to one person and one person, only!" His voice caught as he ended his outburst. What if he never got a chance to be with Undertaker again?
Scott recovered from his shock quickly, shooting Kev an amused look. Undertaker looked from the two in suspicion....What were they thinking now? Inside, he smiled. He was proud of Christian.
"Well....you hear that, Big Kev? It appears the little boy has a big mouth on him."
"In more ways than one, most likely, Scott." Kev responded. Scott glanced at the gun, and smiled. He spoke to Christian.
"You're right. We can't expect loyalty from you. But, chico, it's not all about the clothes. In fact, the clothes are just a symbol. What it really comes down to...." he placed the gun at his outstretched arm. Christian was too shocked to respond. Kev, however, seemed exasperated.
"Scott...there's no need to show off. Besides, I don't know how strong you are." Undertaker just smirked at all this.
"Oh, just let him, "Big Kev". If the little prick got drunk and has a death wish...well, it'll make my job easier." Undertaker said. Scott looked near to laughing.
"You see why I have to show them, Kev?" He looked to Christian. "As I was saying, the clothes are just a symbol; a representation of what we are. And, " he glanced at Undertaker, "you can't carry out your threat."
"The bloody hell I can't!"
"Say whatever you wish, meng. Because you see...." he then broke off suddenly. He smiled at Chrisitan and then took off his leather jacket, reavealing the short-sleeved nWo t-shirt beneath. After a moment's hesitation, he gripped the gun tightly and aimed it at his right wrist. He then pulled the trigger. The bullet went clean through, and both a shocked Christian and Undertaker could see the blood splatter on the pavement. They could see a tiny hole from where the bullet had gone through. Christian looked at Scott, expecting to a look of pain. Impossibly, Scott seemed unaffected by the gun shot. When he looked at Christian, his eyes had a reddish evil glint.
"....our kind is quite hard to kill."
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AN- Yeah....I'm taking a big risk with where I plan to go with this. But, oh well! : - )
Informative Dude- Hello; It's me from "RAWFactor". I'm just wondering when the author will get back to THAT story....Thanks.
AN- o_O Ummmm......Well, let's get on with Chapter 9 of THIS story!
Informative Dude- Still doesn't answer my question... : - ( Thanks.
AN- Ignore him...he's just bitter. *throws ID out* Anyway, I'll be taking a risk with an idea of mine....you'll see what I mean. Well, thanks again! Reviewers 4 Life!
Informative Dude- That was lame.....
AN- Why am I making mini-story with my ANs?!?!?!?! o_O
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It had been easy to track the pretty blonde through the hallways...Undertaker's mind had been filled with all sorts of ways to surprise him. So, he figured the "bad boy" look always worked. Which explained the mortorcycle. What he hadn't counted on, however, was the shock of seeing his beloved trapped in the clutches of the heinous nWo.
His mind then became a total blank as he rode like a bat out of hell towards the trio. His rage was so strong, that he was furiously gripping the handlebars, imagining them to be Hall's scrawny neck....
And then that bastard had pulled the gun out.....
Undertaker slammed on the brakes, the fury disappearing, as it was replaced by concern and disbelief. If he lost Christian after just getting him back.....
His bike, after a trail of smoke and a black mark, stopped a few feet from the trio. Undertaker was wearing his black leather vest, blue jeans, a navy blue (almost black) bandanna, and his usual heavy boots. He turned off the bike, his eyes trained on the nWo.
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Christian went through numerous escape plans in his mind....each one rejected. He could feel the tears threatening to fall, and he did his best to keep them from doing so. Straight ahead was the ugly barrel of the hand- gun, so Christian kept his eyes locked on his love, Undertaker.
He just hoped he lived through this, whatever "this" was, long enough to tell Undertaker that he loved him.
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Aside from his good looks, it was easy to see why someone like the Undertaker would like the kid, Kevin Nash thought to himself. It was a sense, an aura, of helplessness, that surrounded him that was also attractive. Helplessness that cried out for one to protect him.....or destroy him.
Kevin angled his right hand, which held the knife, more towards the right side of Christian's neck. With his thumb, he traced it lightly over the kid's neck, smirking as he felt the younger man quiver. His thumb didn't move around aimlessly, though. It traced over a particular spot; he could just feel the pulse faintly. Kev's own pulse quickened slightly in anticipation. He couldn't wait to get this young man into their Wolf Pack.
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Undertaker got off his bike, his eyes and clenched fists revealing his deep rage, when he saw the smug Nash touching Christian, almost posessively. Undertaker did his best to keep his anger in check; if he lost it, it would be the end of them both. He waited for someone to speak first, make the first move. But, apparently, they were waiting for him. After a moment of unbearable silence, he spoke.
"I demand an explanation for all of this!" Scott and Kev exchanged a look of amusement. But it was Kev who replied next.
"Hey, join the party, 'Taker. You sure know how to pick the pretty ones, ya know. I figured, hey, we could all have a bit of fun...." Christian trembled in fear, but refrained from struggling. Undertaker stood his ground, helpless to avoid or stop the taunting. The coward was using Christian as a shield. If he so much as moved towards them......
"Hey, don't get your cheap bandanna in a bunch, chico. Big Kev's only playin'. " Scott paused, as though thinking of a way to phrase what he planned to say next. "You saw Hogan's match?" Undertaker was taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. What were these bastards getting at?
"Yeah, I did. I really don't see what that has to do with...."
"Patience, patience. If you rush things....you'll ruin the fun. Now, you saw how he betrayed us, correct?"
"Yes!" Undertaker nearly shouted, his impatience getting the best of him. All he wanted was his love in his arms and to be far, far away from these two troublemakers. He glanced at Christian, angry at the look of helplessness he saw there. And frustrated; knowing he felt the same way.
"It seems dead men have no patience. So, I'll fast forward a bit. Hogan's no longer a member of the nWo. Which means, we're down to two." He smiled, and then continued. "So....we need another member." He glanced at Christian, then turned back to Undertaker. "Or....members."
"There's no chance in HELL either me or Christian would join you!" Undertaker shouted. Nash just smirked and moved his left arm out from between Christian and himself. With the knife pressed closer to the center of the Canadian's throat, Kevin began to trace a finger down the center of Christian's chest, slowly tracing a pattern around his nipple through the mesh shirt he wore. A little whimper escaped him as he wanted to get away from Nash...but with the gun and knife at him, he was unable to even struggle.
"Perhaps we should re-phrase that, Scott." Scott frowned, and looked at Kev in slight confusion. Kev turned his attention to Undertaker before responded.
"Yeah. You see, it's not a question of whether Undertaker wants himself and Christian to join. It's a question of whether he wants to join *with* Christian." Christian gasped in surprise at what Kev said. Undertaker, shocked, turned his eyes to the Canadian.
"You joined the nWo, Christian?!" he shouted, not wanting to believe it. Please, he thought, let it not be true!
"No!!" Christian shouted his denial.
"Oh, don't worry, chico. The pretty boy is tellin' the truth. You see, you have a choice of joining. Because, quite frankly, I don't want to be near enough to you to perform the Initiation. But, apparently, " he nodded to Nash, "he's quite eager to Initiate your boyfriend. So, it's like this, meng....Christian doesn't have a choice of joi--"
"Hey!" Christian shouted, surprising everyone. "Don't talk about me like I'm not here, "chico", " He started, with a sarcastic edge. "You think I don't have a choice? What self-absorbed, egotisitical, idiots you are!" Undertaker quirked an eyebrow in surprise. His love had never been so outspoken before. Even Scott Hall looked shocked. "You think you just give me an nWo shirt, dress me up in black, and assume I'll be loyal?! Wrong! You can never get my loyalty. I'll only be loyal to one person and one person, only!" His voice caught as he ended his outburst. What if he never got a chance to be with Undertaker again?
Scott recovered from his shock quickly, shooting Kev an amused look. Undertaker looked from the two in suspicion....What were they thinking now? Inside, he smiled. He was proud of Christian.
"Well....you hear that, Big Kev? It appears the little boy has a big mouth on him."
"In more ways than one, most likely, Scott." Kev responded. Scott glanced at the gun, and smiled. He spoke to Christian.
"You're right. We can't expect loyalty from you. But, chico, it's not all about the clothes. In fact, the clothes are just a symbol. What it really comes down to...." he placed the gun at his outstretched arm. Christian was too shocked to respond. Kev, however, seemed exasperated.
"Scott...there's no need to show off. Besides, I don't know how strong you are." Undertaker just smirked at all this.
"Oh, just let him, "Big Kev". If the little prick got drunk and has a death wish...well, it'll make my job easier." Undertaker said. Scott looked near to laughing.
"You see why I have to show them, Kev?" He looked to Christian. "As I was saying, the clothes are just a symbol; a representation of what we are. And, " he glanced at Undertaker, "you can't carry out your threat."
"The bloody hell I can't!"
"Say whatever you wish, meng. Because you see...." he then broke off suddenly. He smiled at Chrisitan and then took off his leather jacket, reavealing the short-sleeved nWo t-shirt beneath. After a moment's hesitation, he gripped the gun tightly and aimed it at his right wrist. He then pulled the trigger. The bullet went clean through, and both a shocked Christian and Undertaker could see the blood splatter on the pavement. They could see a tiny hole from where the bullet had gone through. Christian looked at Scott, expecting to a look of pain. Impossibly, Scott seemed unaffected by the gun shot. When he looked at Christian, his eyes had a reddish evil glint.
"....our kind is quite hard to kill."
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AN- Yeah....I'm taking a big risk with where I plan to go with this. But, oh well! : - )