Chapter 3- Questions to be answered- Kane

I'm sorry Hunter; I can't let you help me. It was the main thought going through my mind as I locked the door once more and sat down. Channeling Kane is the only thing keeping me going at the moment. I mean how can a stupid video game be real? Why was it made to be something of fiction? This was serious, more serious than going to a Shokan realm. I could only wonder who else was real? Goro was, I've personally met Sub-Zero and Scorpion. Rayden no doubt, and now the darkest sorcerer of them all… Quan Chi. I played Mortal Kombat 4 all the time, watching his moves, the flaming green skull seems to be the most favored of his weapons. And his fatality…. Can you imagine that happening to someone you hold dear in real life? He sends a massive amount of power into your body, until it explodes in your being. No one can survive that kind of punishment. And I would be damned if I allowed that to happen to my friends, my wrestling family.

It wasn't long before I heard my cellphone ring. Reluctantly I answered it. "Hello?" I asked.

"Glen… Mark"

"Taker… Let me guess. Hunter called you?"

Taker didn't sugar coat anything, he's good that way. Being straight up and all. He told me he knew of Quan Chi and asked what he could do to help. There wasn't anything, and I wasn't going to start dragging his ass into this.

"Let me help you bro" he said

I sighed. "Let me be straight with you, he's only after me for some reason at the moment. I am not about to let anyone else get dragged into this!" I shot back to him.

"Damn it Glen! Don't be stupid!" he shot back.

"I'm not, I'm watching out for my friends" with that said I hung up for the first time ever on the Deadman abruptly.

I had decided to pack up and head on to the next arena; I won't talk to any of the guys about this, not a single word. I just hope the guys can respect that of me, I don't mean to be so cold to them. I just don't want them harmed.

If Quan Chi was sick enough to attack Cena with some sort of acid, he'll be willing to do a Mimic fatality on someone, mark my words.

When my packing was done and I changed into my normal clothing, quietly I walked up to my door, unlocking it. Looking up and down the halls I saw no one. It was time for me to leave; basically it was just a short run to the parking lot and into the hotel, nothing more. The drive there was fast, I just wanted to sleep this night off. If that bastard let me sleep that is. No doubt Quan Chi could make himself appear at a moment's notice. Oh God how am I going to sleep knowing that! I checked myself into my hotel room, and decided a stiff drink would do me good. Walking down to the bar, there was a farmiller sight. I stormed up to him when he saw me coming, that smirk… that ignorant smirk.

"Why the hell are you letting this happen?"

"Glen… I can understand you're upset…"

"Upset? Upset? I'm pissed off Rayden!"

My words startled him slightly; I don't think anyone has snapped at him like that. "My… such a tongue"

"Shut up and answer me. Why are you letting Quan Chi do this to me!" my voice was low to a whisper so it wouldn't bring attention to us. But I knew some looks I was getting, made me nervous.

Rayden looked at me "It's best not to talk of it here. Order your drink, go to your hotel room, I will be there in a moment" was his reply.

Damn, gullible must be tattooed on my damn head or something. Why? Because I listened to him. I got my drink and went to my hotel room, and wouldn't you know it. He's sitting on my bed.

"So… what's this about?" he asked.

I just grew so angry with him, I couldn't think straight. "Some protector you are! Quan Chi, he's after me. Why I don't know. You know and won't tell me, that much I am aware of…"

"He's after you because of your power" Rayden said abruptly.

Wow, my first straight answer from a thunder god. "Why me?"

He looked me straight in the eyes. "Your power is similar to his own, fire. He treasures his power, yet knows you have more in you. You're a dragon, and they are naturally magic. Yet it's something else" he said.

"And you aren't going to tell me huh? Figures" I took a mouthful of my drink, I needed something to calm me.

Rayden looked at me. "You remind him of himself, that's what he wants, he wants someone to be just as he is, for he knows his time is short…"

"What? You mean to tell me… he wants me to be his successor?" I demanded.

"Partially. But there is much, much more. Shang Tsung…"

"Oh God, don't tell me he's real too!" I hissed.

Rayden glared at me. "All combatants of Mortal Kombat are real!" he yelled. "Shang Tsung was brought back to life, they had resurrected the dragon King once before, and feel they can do it again"

This was getting too much. "Dragon King… You know what Rayden. Shove it!" I yelled. "Shove it up your ass and get the hell out of my normal life!"

Rayden's look went from serious to calm. He nodded to me. "Alright, ok. If you say so, but mark my words Glen and listen to what I tell you now. What is necessary to happen… will indeed happen. Not matter the interference or altercation." With that spoken, Rayden left my hotel room. I locked the door and fell onto my bed after finishing the drink. All this, so much happening at once, and it's up to me to stop it or at least try to stop it…

I closed my eyes trying to sleep; yet all I could hear was Quan Chi's voice calling my name. "Glen, Glen. It's almost time boy. And trust me when I say this. You'll thank me later!" His laugh echoed in my mind as it woke me. I was in a cold sweat, not able to see the time on the clock. But I felt something on my bed. Clearing the crud from my eyes, I look and saw my old wrestling mask, the one with the mouthpiece missing; yet it was an opal black. There was a green shin to it… that damn sorcerer! I stormed out of my room and threw it down the trash shoo. I wasn't about to fall right into his hands; no doubt he cursed that mask with something.

"You're not getting the better of me!" I growled to the shoo door.

Storming back to my room, I closed the door. Turning to my bed… the mask had returned. I couldn't believe this; he won't give up or give me a moment's peace…

It gives me all the more reason not to give up, and all the reason to put an end to him. Once and for all!