Chapter 2- the transformation.

The alarm went off loudly in Kane's mind. "Damn when did that thing buzz right in my ear?" he growled, slamming his hand down he turned the alarm off. Kane blinked for a while until his eyes adjusted, shockingly, he was able to see much better than before. "I took my contacts out right?" Kane asked himself as he looked about the room, getting out of bed, he went to the bathroom. By the sink was his contact container and inside were his lenses. "This is weird…" he looked in the mirror and jumped. His eyes were different; they looked red in his perspective. "Maybe I do need my glasses on."

Reaching for his eyeglass container, he slipped them out. He couldn't see through the lenses! "This is strange"

Kane decided not to bother with the contacts or glasses; he would wear sunglasses to cover his eyes of the redness. "It looks like I've smoked a joint," he laughed. Quickly he took a shower and got ready, he had to be at the airport soon to catch his flight to New York. He rushed out of the hotel room and down to the lobby to check out, John Cena and Randy Orton were there. Orton turned and did a double take on Kane.

"Whoa, what happened to your head!" he asked.

Kane looked at him oddly. "My head? What about it?" he asked.

Cena ran his hand over Kane's head, coming across two rather large bumps. "It looks like you got hit or something" Kane ran his hand over his head, feeling the bumps as well.

"They weren't there this morning," he whispered.

"Huh?" Orton asked.

"Oh, I said I can't stand hot mornings" Kane lied. He checked out and caught a ride with the two young wrestlers.

Cena asked Kane if maybe it was the bed he was in. "You know how small those damn things are on you" he suggested.

Kane disagreed. "I would have woken up if I got hit that hard" he explained.

Orton kept his eyes on the road yet looked back every so often. "Did those things just grow on you?" he asked.

Cena turned around and his eyes nearly bulged. "Dude, he ain't kidding!"

"Great, if McMahon sees you. He'll think I did this!" Orton laughed.

"Yeah right! Your punches hardly flinch the Deadman, it's called selling there Randy" Cena laughed back. He got concerned for Kane. Cena took off his hat and gave it to him. "Just to cover them up K?" he said.

Greatful Kane took the hat and wore it the best he could to hide the bumps. "Could be cancer" Orton spat out.

"Shut up!" Cena shot back

"You sure know how to sugar coat it huh Orton?" Kane asked in a sarcastic tone. "Anyway if it was. I would be smart enough to check it out first." When they arrived at the airport, they went through security like everyone else. Yet Kane's experience wasn't pleasant. He took off his shoes and everything when he felt the cold floor through his socks. "Odd" he thought. Looking down he saw his toes had gone through the sock! Like his foot grew over night. The security man looked to him strangely.

"Oh sure you're a wrestlers yet you can't afford socks every once and a while?" he laughed.

"Haha, can we hurry this up?" Kane asked rather upset with the way he was treated. They skimmed through his bags and did a quick search. One of the officers was rather perplexed to his back. "Sir are you wearing anything under this shirt?" he asked.

"No" Kane replied.

"You have something under your shirt."

This was beyond tolerable. "I don't have anything under my shirt!" He stated calm yet in a venous tone. He could hear Randy whispering about him sleeping on candy bars that melted onto his back.

"Calm down sir, we are just doing our job." A women security guard lifted his t-shirt up. Her eyes nearly bulged from her head.

"Uh, he can go ahead" she said nervously. He walked away with his bags only to hear the woman whisper. "He has a deformity"

Randy heard it, as did Cena. Orton started to laugh ask he caught up with Kane. "Oh man you hear that? You have a deformity!" he laughed aloud.

Cena punched him hard in the arm. Yet smirked. "Dude… you're getting on the wrong plane. We're going to New York. Smackdown is going to California!"

Randy's smile dropped as he ran the other way to the gate. Kane smiled to John.

"Thanks"

"Hey, he was getting on my nerves. You sure your ok?" Cena asked.

Kane nodded as he walked ahead of Cena.

John on the other hand saw an elderly looking man, not too old but he had white hair struggle with his bags. It was only decent if he helped out, John walked up and tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, you look like you're having some trouble there, can I help?" he asked.

The man stood up fully, had Kane been there, he would have told John it was the same man he met earlier, the same one who shook his hand making it go numb oddly.

"Oh thank you, such a kind spirit you are" the man smiled warmly.

"I should introduce myself, my name is John Cena. WWE wrestler." Cena placed his right hand out. The man shook it without hesitation; John swore he felt something pass through his body. "Call me Ray," the man stated.

It didn't take long for Cena to assist him. He organized the man's luggage until it all fit on the cart. "There you go sir" Cena said, only to look up to a young couple staring at him oddly.

"What are you doing with our luggage?" the woman asked.

John was confused. "Uh… Well… it's a tradition… in my culture that we… Organize luggage that seems out of place. See now it all fits!" he lied. The couple stared at him oddly as they pulled off with their belongings. "Damn, where did the old timer go?" he asked himself. But he would ask that question later; he had to get to his plane. Luckily Kane was standing there in wait near the doors.

"Where were you John?" he asked.

Cena didn't answer. "I'll tell you when we're on the plane"

The two got on and took their seats. By this time John noticed something quite odd about Kane. "How did you do that?" he asked.

Kane looked to him with a confused stare. "Do what?"

"Your teeth, before you had that small gap… it's gone… and they look more pointed"

Kane ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the different bumps and ridges that weren't there before.

Cena however started to feel sick. "Damn, what's with me? I was fine a moment ago. I feel sick"

"What took you so long?" Kane asked.

John explained he was helping a man with white hair load his luggage onto a trolley, he shook hands with the guy, and yet when the work was done. He vanished. "Turns out the guy didn't even own the luggage it was a young couple's yet I never saw him. He like vanished"

Kane was confused and worried. "Did he have long white hair, and looked to be in his late 30s or so?" Kane asked.

Cena was stunned. "You saw him!"

"Yeah, at an autograph session yesterday. I felt sick after I shook his hand. Like something inside of me was erupting" Kane whispered.

Cena became scared. "Could it be something he did? Biological warfare?" he whispered.

"I doubt it would be that serious, how can you do that through a simple handshake without harming yourself?"

The two became quiet as the flight took off; Cena caught some sleep as Kane thought about this man. What was he doing? Was it serious?

Well let's just say this, whoever Kane's opponent will be in New York City; they are going to be quite surprised as to whom they are up against…