Death Is Only The Beginning
A WWE wrestling fanfiction
By: Jay 2K Winger
Disclaimer Stuff: The characters herein are the property of World Wrestling Entertainment (and don't get me started on how much I dislike the fact that they Got The "F" Out), and are not used with the intention of making a profit. This story is written to explore a few little concepts I thought up in regards to the storyline in question.
Teaser: The Dead Man will not rest in peace after being buried alive by his brother. A fictionalized version of the current Taker/Kane storyline.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold. Nothingness. Emptiness. Darkness.
He had been consigned to this place for months. Betrayed by blood. Denied of the righteous vengeance that was to be his over the arrogant billionaire. Pummeled into numbness as he watched the dirt fall from above.
Buried. Alive.
But his brother did not know the things he knew. He had ridden the Dark Side before, and survived. He had tread the roads that mortals cannot tread and returned to the material realm before. His enemies had once thought they'd disposed of him, but as he'd promised then, he returned from the cold depths of the grave. This was not the first time.
No, not the first time.
Not the first time he'd been here. Not the first time his blood had betrayed him. He remembered when he'd been locked in that casket as it was set aflame, in retribution for the fire he'd foolishly set in the funeral home. The fire that had claimed the lives of his parents. The fire that had warped his brother's mind. His brother, whose scars were mental, not physical. The wounds ran deep, too deep to heal.
His brother had needed the mask to keep his sanity from completely slipping away. Ironically, the mask that separated him from the rest of humanity he had needed to stay human. And when he'd lost his mask, he'd lost that humanity and become the monster he believed, deep down in his bones, himself to be.
But his brother was always the naive one. He never could remember some things. He'd forgotten the most important lesson from the man he'd buried alive: "Nex est tantum exordium."
"Death is only the beginning."
A WWE wrestling fanfiction
By: Jay 2K Winger
Disclaimer Stuff: The characters herein are the property of World Wrestling Entertainment (and don't get me started on how much I dislike the fact that they Got The "F" Out), and are not used with the intention of making a profit. This story is written to explore a few little concepts I thought up in regards to the storyline in question.
Teaser: The Dead Man will not rest in peace after being buried alive by his brother. A fictionalized version of the current Taker/Kane storyline.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold. Nothingness. Emptiness. Darkness.
He had been consigned to this place for months. Betrayed by blood. Denied of the righteous vengeance that was to be his over the arrogant billionaire. Pummeled into numbness as he watched the dirt fall from above.
Buried. Alive.
But his brother did not know the things he knew. He had ridden the Dark Side before, and survived. He had tread the roads that mortals cannot tread and returned to the material realm before. His enemies had once thought they'd disposed of him, but as he'd promised then, he returned from the cold depths of the grave. This was not the first time.
No, not the first time.
Not the first time he'd been here. Not the first time his blood had betrayed him. He remembered when he'd been locked in that casket as it was set aflame, in retribution for the fire he'd foolishly set in the funeral home. The fire that had claimed the lives of his parents. The fire that had warped his brother's mind. His brother, whose scars were mental, not physical. The wounds ran deep, too deep to heal.
His brother had needed the mask to keep his sanity from completely slipping away. Ironically, the mask that separated him from the rest of humanity he had needed to stay human. And when he'd lost his mask, he'd lost that humanity and become the monster he believed, deep down in his bones, himself to be.
But his brother was always the naive one. He never could remember some things. He'd forgotten the most important lesson from the man he'd buried alive: "Nex est tantum exordium."
"Death is only the beginning."