Under the recommendations of my very good and creative friends, I've decided to continue the story... You can all put away your baseball bats. ^____^
Part VII
"Problems among the ranks of the New World Order?" Kane asked as Kevin walked back into the room.
He frowned. "You heard all that?"
"It's a supernatural being thing... One of the perks. So... You wanna talk about it?" He patted the space next to him on the bed.
Sighing, he laid down on the bed and put his head on Kane's shoulder. "Where should I start?"
"At the beginning. Then head to the middle and cap it off at the end."
"You're sarcasm is beginning to wear on me."
"I'm centuries old. I'm not about to change now. Deal with it... And stop trying to change the subject."
"Well... For as long as I can remember, I've always kinda had a thing for Scott..."
"A thing?... You mean a crush?" He laughed out loud. "You got a crush on Scott Hall?!" Seeing Kevin's expression, he quickly sobered up. "Go on..."
"Like I was saying... I had a thing for him... And I thought the feeling was mutual. So we went out a few times... Had fun... You understand."
"Like we had fun tonight?"
"Umm.. No... I've never had fun like that before I met you. I guess more of a non-supernatural sort of fun. Anyway, I thought we were getting to be pretty exclusive. But, apparently, Scott had different ideas." He fought back the tears that were threatening to form.
"It's okay," Kane whispered. "You don't have to go on."
"No... I want to." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "One night, I came back to the hotel room and found Scott... on his knees... giving oral pleasure to a very happy... very naked Hollywood Hulk Hogan."
"Eww... That is disgusting!" He gagged.
"If you think it's bad hearing about it, imagine actually seeing it! Scott said that they'd both gotten plastered..."
"There wouldn't be enough liquor on this planet to get me that drunk..."
"...And that it would never happened again. And I believed him."
"But that wasn't the last time, was it?"
"No... A few weeks later, I found them in bed together. And they were both sober." He sighed. "So we agreed to just be friends. But you know how that goes sometimes. I mean, you can forgive, but it's pretty hard to forget."
"And now he's having a shit-fit cause you've finally moved on and Hogan's not part of the club anymore."
"Exactly."
"Well, shit on him then. Someone needs to let him know that he's not exactly the hottest bitch on the block."
"And you're just the type of guy to tell him, right?"
"Nah... I think, in time, you'll be the one to enlighten him. Enough talk about this jackass. Let's move on to better things. You've got a meeting with Linda in the morning."
"Uh oh... Am I in trouble?"
"No no... Nothing like that. Like you could get in trouble. You know she loves ya. It's been a while since we've had a new addition and she can wait to get you... inducted, so to speak."
"So... it's nothing to worry about?"
"Certainly not.. Now... Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" He grinned slyly.
"I believe you had your hand down my pants."
"Ah.. yes.. Of course..."
"Another test?" Kevin asked, a little more than startled. He was sure that after that night of "torture", his place in the clan had been guaranteed. But now he was being told that he still had to prove himself yet again to the group and their founder. And if this task was anything like the previous one, he wasn't sure he'd be able to survive. Although he didn't want to admit, his faith in his ability to take everything they threw at him was beginning to waiver.
"Don't get so upset," Linda started. They were at a table in a restaurant having lunch. Kevin did most of the eating. She'd barely touched the food on her plate. She poured more water into his glass, sure he was about to start choking. "It's not as big as a deal as you may think it is."
"But I thought I'd proven myself Clan material weeks ago."
"You have. You are." She sighed. This wasn't going as smoothly as she'd liked. "You've really come very far these past few weeks. If I didn't think you were the man for the job, we would've dumped you long ago. Don't think of this as another test... but as a symbol of your devotion."
"Symbol of my devotion?... What exactly will I be doing?"
Opening her briefcase, Linda pulled out a stack of papers and handed them to him. After flipping through a few pages, he looked up at her, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. She simply smiled.
The little bell over the shop door jingled as Kevin pushed it open. Stepping inside, he gave the place a once over. There was a magazine rack by the door and chairs line both walls, some holding potential customers. Taking the empty seat closest to the door, he waited patiently. After ten minutes, he was ready to walk out the place and try something else.
As soon as he stood up, he was approached by a woman. "Hey... I'm Taylor. Co-owner of this little shop. How can I help you?"
Looking at the five rings that went along her ear, tainted rubber gloves, and apron with metal instruments in the pockets, Kevin was as ready to bolt as ever.
"You're the one that Linda sent, ain'tcha?"
"Linda? Yeah... You know here?"
"Yeah... I guess you could say we're family." She smiled, subtly baring her fangs. "Hey, Jade," she called over her shoulder. "Looks like we got ourselves another one..."