A/n: Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
A/n2: there will be a of of Kane's thought Sequences in this story. In
them, Natalie is called Katie, because that is whom Kane's mind decides she
is.
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Chapter 2
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"Fuck, what is Vince thinking?" Shane asked, almost yelling.
"Relax, Shane. It's an adjustment, yes, but its still part of the plan, right?"
"That's not the point." Shane replied. "With how serious this thing with Kane is, I don't have time to watch over you."
"Watch over me?" Natalie replied. "I didn't know I needed to be taken care of."
"That's not what I meant." Shane said as he rubbed his hand against his cheek.
"Whatever." Natalie said. "So, are we doing this or not?"
Shane thought for a moment. "Yeah, no way in hell I'm backing down now."
~*~
Shane left for Chicago, (A/n: I'm aware that this probably isn't the right place, bear with me.) the next destination on Tuesday, saying he needed to make a few important stops. Natalie left Wednesday with the other WWE talent. She stored her luggage and took her seat, which happened to be next to Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas.
"Oh, you're the new girl, right?" Amy asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Natalie replied. "I'm Natalie v-Black."
"V-Black? Very unique." Trish joked.
"Sorry," Natalie laughed. "It was a long night. Were you this excited before your first show?"
"Definitely." Amy remarked.
"Do you know who you're first match is with?" Trish asked.
"No, actually I don't. They didn't even let me in fully on my storyline. All I know is that I'm working with Shane McMahon."
"Oh, you better be careful, girl." Amy warned.
"Why? IS Shane some sort of player with the girls or something?" Natalie asked, trying to sound completely oblivious.
"No, Shane's a good guy. But he and this guy Kane, they've been fighting for a while, it's gotten pretty gruesome." Trish added
"I saw the whole electrocution thing, it didn't look like it was part of any script." Natalie remarked.
"Okay, you guys didn't hear this from me," Amy began. "But I heard it wasn't supposed to go as far as it did. Kane added the attaching the jumper cables to the battery."
Natalie laughed uncomfortably. "Makes you glad not to be a man, huh?"
~*~
Little did Natalie know that from the back of the plane, a familiar face from the past was watching her. But he did not remember who she was. All Kane knew was that this mysterious woman looked like his one true love: Katie.
He had the entire back row to himself; no one wanted to be near him. He slipped into the bathroom with the image of the woman in his head. After he locked the door, he undid and dropped his pants and began to touch himself. Thinking of her, but not in the ways a man would normally think of a woman.
**^Thought Sequence**
The woman, whose Kane's disturbed mind had decided to call Katie, screamed for him to let her go.
Instead, Kane tightened the rope that bound her hands to the bed. All ready her wrist had been rubbed raw and bled slightly. Kane climbed on top of her, so even if there was a way for here to escape, she couldn't. He pulled a small switchbalde out from behind his back. "Surprise." He whispered sadistically.
As Katie squirmed, Kane cut the word 'Whore' into her abdomen. To further the point, he underlined it twice. Katie screamed each time the knife dug into her skin. Blood from the cuts was all over Kane's body, exciting him more.
"You want this Katie." Kane whispered hotly in her ear.
"No! Let me go!" Katie screamed again.
"No means yes, no means yes." Kane repeated in a sing- song voice. He pressed his hard manhood against her. "You deserve this whore."
Before Katie could argue any further, Kane plunged himself into her dry entrance, causing her to cry out in pain. She continued to try to fight, even though it was useless. Finally, Kane grabbed the knife he had left next to her and held it to Katie's neck. "If you move, scream, or even breathe, I will kill you."
Katie whimpered once. But then did as she was told as if she had given up. She lay perfectly still as he came inside of her and pulled out as violently as he had entered.
**^End^**
Kane growled and steadied himself with the unoccupied hand as he came. This new woman, his new Katie, didn't know what was coming.
~*~
Natalie jumped as the phone rang in her hotel room. She didn't think anyone had the number yet, since she hadn't made any phone calls.
"Hello?" she answered cautiously.
There was nothing but heavy breathing in reply.
"A breather, huh? I haven't had one of these in a long time." Natalie began and sat down on the bed. "You're probably jacking off right now, aren't you?"
Only the heavy breathing answered.
"Well, let me help you out." Natalie added. "My girlfriend has her hands in my panties and," Natalie mimicked the heavy breathing. "She's making me so hot, oh god." and then hung up.
"Fucking freak." She whispered to herself and decided it was just a prank call, more than likely Shane. Still, it didn't keep her from jumping when someone knocked on the door. She looked out the peephole ad saw Shane outside.
"That was funny, Shane." Natalie said as she opened the door.
"What?" Shane asked.
"Your little phone call right there, the breather routine." Natalie replied.
"I never called you." Shane insisted. "Swear to God."
"This really isn't the time to shit around with me."
"Natalie, I haven't called you all day." Shane repeated. "What happened?"
"Someone called and they did was breathe. Really hard. I told whoever it was that my girlfriend had her hand s in my panties and I was hot."
"Is that all?" Shane asked.
"And then I pretended to have an orgasm." Natalie confessed. "But I thought it was you just being an ass."
"Who all has your number?" Shane demanded.
"Nobody. I just got here, and the phone rang." Natalie replied.
Shane rubbed his forehead. "Get your bag. You're going to stay in my room tonight."
"What's going on, Shane?" Natalie demanded to know.
"You think I have a fucking clue? All I know is that it isn't safe here. "
~*~
Shane was woken up at 2:34 am, according to the alarm clock, by the phone ringing. In the bed across from the couch where Shane was sleeping Natalie had not been disturbed. Shane tried to let it ring, but the caller was not going to give up until they got an answer.
Shane reached up and grabbed the phone. "What?" He said groggily into the phone. The voice he heard back woke him up.
"Can you guess where I ma, Shane?" Kane asked as he sat in the armchair of, twirling knife with the hand not holding the phone. "I'm in the same hotel as you. In fact, I'm in a room just down the hall from you, 231."
Shane froze for a second. 231 was the room Natalie had been staying in until a few hours ago.
"You bastard." Shane seethed.
"Where is she, Shane?" Kane demanded angrily. "Where the fuck is Katie?"
Shane paled for a second. Did Kane know Natalie was Katie's sister? "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Kane's reply was only a sadistic laugh. He then hung up the phone. Meanwhile, Shane dug around in the pocket of his carry- on and pulled out the 9mm semi-automatic he had purchased yesterday when he had first gotten to Chicago.
~*~
See, isn't this going to be a fun, scary ride? Red and Review, and any ideas you may have are greatly appreciated!
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Chapter 2
~*~
"Fuck, what is Vince thinking?" Shane asked, almost yelling.
"Relax, Shane. It's an adjustment, yes, but its still part of the plan, right?"
"That's not the point." Shane replied. "With how serious this thing with Kane is, I don't have time to watch over you."
"Watch over me?" Natalie replied. "I didn't know I needed to be taken care of."
"That's not what I meant." Shane said as he rubbed his hand against his cheek.
"Whatever." Natalie said. "So, are we doing this or not?"
Shane thought for a moment. "Yeah, no way in hell I'm backing down now."
~*~
Shane left for Chicago, (A/n: I'm aware that this probably isn't the right place, bear with me.) the next destination on Tuesday, saying he needed to make a few important stops. Natalie left Wednesday with the other WWE talent. She stored her luggage and took her seat, which happened to be next to Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas.
"Oh, you're the new girl, right?" Amy asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, I guess I am." Natalie replied. "I'm Natalie v-Black."
"V-Black? Very unique." Trish joked.
"Sorry," Natalie laughed. "It was a long night. Were you this excited before your first show?"
"Definitely." Amy remarked.
"Do you know who you're first match is with?" Trish asked.
"No, actually I don't. They didn't even let me in fully on my storyline. All I know is that I'm working with Shane McMahon."
"Oh, you better be careful, girl." Amy warned.
"Why? IS Shane some sort of player with the girls or something?" Natalie asked, trying to sound completely oblivious.
"No, Shane's a good guy. But he and this guy Kane, they've been fighting for a while, it's gotten pretty gruesome." Trish added
"I saw the whole electrocution thing, it didn't look like it was part of any script." Natalie remarked.
"Okay, you guys didn't hear this from me," Amy began. "But I heard it wasn't supposed to go as far as it did. Kane added the attaching the jumper cables to the battery."
Natalie laughed uncomfortably. "Makes you glad not to be a man, huh?"
~*~
Little did Natalie know that from the back of the plane, a familiar face from the past was watching her. But he did not remember who she was. All Kane knew was that this mysterious woman looked like his one true love: Katie.
He had the entire back row to himself; no one wanted to be near him. He slipped into the bathroom with the image of the woman in his head. After he locked the door, he undid and dropped his pants and began to touch himself. Thinking of her, but not in the ways a man would normally think of a woman.
**^Thought Sequence**
The woman, whose Kane's disturbed mind had decided to call Katie, screamed for him to let her go.
Instead, Kane tightened the rope that bound her hands to the bed. All ready her wrist had been rubbed raw and bled slightly. Kane climbed on top of her, so even if there was a way for here to escape, she couldn't. He pulled a small switchbalde out from behind his back. "Surprise." He whispered sadistically.
As Katie squirmed, Kane cut the word 'Whore' into her abdomen. To further the point, he underlined it twice. Katie screamed each time the knife dug into her skin. Blood from the cuts was all over Kane's body, exciting him more.
"You want this Katie." Kane whispered hotly in her ear.
"No! Let me go!" Katie screamed again.
"No means yes, no means yes." Kane repeated in a sing- song voice. He pressed his hard manhood against her. "You deserve this whore."
Before Katie could argue any further, Kane plunged himself into her dry entrance, causing her to cry out in pain. She continued to try to fight, even though it was useless. Finally, Kane grabbed the knife he had left next to her and held it to Katie's neck. "If you move, scream, or even breathe, I will kill you."
Katie whimpered once. But then did as she was told as if she had given up. She lay perfectly still as he came inside of her and pulled out as violently as he had entered.
**^End^**
Kane growled and steadied himself with the unoccupied hand as he came. This new woman, his new Katie, didn't know what was coming.
~*~
Natalie jumped as the phone rang in her hotel room. She didn't think anyone had the number yet, since she hadn't made any phone calls.
"Hello?" she answered cautiously.
There was nothing but heavy breathing in reply.
"A breather, huh? I haven't had one of these in a long time." Natalie began and sat down on the bed. "You're probably jacking off right now, aren't you?"
Only the heavy breathing answered.
"Well, let me help you out." Natalie added. "My girlfriend has her hands in my panties and," Natalie mimicked the heavy breathing. "She's making me so hot, oh god." and then hung up.
"Fucking freak." She whispered to herself and decided it was just a prank call, more than likely Shane. Still, it didn't keep her from jumping when someone knocked on the door. She looked out the peephole ad saw Shane outside.
"That was funny, Shane." Natalie said as she opened the door.
"What?" Shane asked.
"Your little phone call right there, the breather routine." Natalie replied.
"I never called you." Shane insisted. "Swear to God."
"This really isn't the time to shit around with me."
"Natalie, I haven't called you all day." Shane repeated. "What happened?"
"Someone called and they did was breathe. Really hard. I told whoever it was that my girlfriend had her hand s in my panties and I was hot."
"Is that all?" Shane asked.
"And then I pretended to have an orgasm." Natalie confessed. "But I thought it was you just being an ass."
"Who all has your number?" Shane demanded.
"Nobody. I just got here, and the phone rang." Natalie replied.
Shane rubbed his forehead. "Get your bag. You're going to stay in my room tonight."
"What's going on, Shane?" Natalie demanded to know.
"You think I have a fucking clue? All I know is that it isn't safe here. "
~*~
Shane was woken up at 2:34 am, according to the alarm clock, by the phone ringing. In the bed across from the couch where Shane was sleeping Natalie had not been disturbed. Shane tried to let it ring, but the caller was not going to give up until they got an answer.
Shane reached up and grabbed the phone. "What?" He said groggily into the phone. The voice he heard back woke him up.
"Can you guess where I ma, Shane?" Kane asked as he sat in the armchair of, twirling knife with the hand not holding the phone. "I'm in the same hotel as you. In fact, I'm in a room just down the hall from you, 231."
Shane froze for a second. 231 was the room Natalie had been staying in until a few hours ago.
"You bastard." Shane seethed.
"Where is she, Shane?" Kane demanded angrily. "Where the fuck is Katie?"
Shane paled for a second. Did Kane know Natalie was Katie's sister? "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Kane's reply was only a sadistic laugh. He then hung up the phone. Meanwhile, Shane dug around in the pocket of his carry- on and pulled out the 9mm semi-automatic he had purchased yesterday when he had first gotten to Chicago.
~*~
See, isn't this going to be a fun, scary ride? Red and Review, and any ideas you may have are greatly appreciated!