Chapter 3- the Markings

It would be a week later when I went to the arena with my dad. The voices had stopped and I had ever felt better. My father and I walked through the halls, it was damn cold outside so I was wearing long track pants and sweater. We went to the locker room where I was able to change into a t-shirt. As I was changing I could hear my father trip over words.

"RANDY!" he was finally able to yell out at me. I turned to face him.

"What?"

My dad ran to me and pulled out my arms, there were black lines all about the surface of my flesh. "What the hell are these?" he demanded of me.

I couldn't answer him really, I didn't know myself! I would remember where they came from after all. Dad tried to rub them out with his thumb to no avail. They weren't fibers from my outfit or anything, and if it's not marker… what is it?

"It's nothing to worry about, come on. Let's get ready," I told my dad.

He nodded in agreement as we got ready for the show. I went though my bag and looked through for my ring gear… oddly enough it wasn't there. My dad left as I started to change, this was when it got freaky as hell. I took off the sweat pants and nearly jumped from my skin. Under them were the same black pants the Deadman wore…the same damn pants!

I sure was glad my father wasn't here to see this. I tried getting them off. Yet for an odd reason… I couldn't get the buckle to come undone! It was like they were glued onto me… this was a sick joke.

Storming out I went to ever Smackdown superstar demanding who ever did this to come forward. "I am the LEGEND KILLER! WHO DARES INSULT ME WITH THIS!" I roared.

I questioned the Mexicools who were laughing it up. "WAS IT YOU!"

They stopped laughing for an odd reason, as a matter of fact; they looked damn scared of me! "Oh my God" Super Crazy whispered.

They started talking Spanish to one another. "Speak English to me!" I seethed to them.

"You're eyes" they said. "Where white"

"What the hell are you talking about? White?" I demanded of them.

They said when I yelled at them, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and all they saw was white. If I did such a thing I wouldn't have been able to see them how would I? I just sneered at them and walked away.

I ran by hand over my face when I felt stubble. "Odd, I just shaved," I said to myself. Going back to the locker room, I pulled out my razor and cream. Shaving off the five o'clock shadow, I was smooth in no time. Yet how do I explain these damn black pants? I looked in the mirror and saw some black markings on my neck just like the ones on my arm… strange thing was. It looked like the lines were words on my neck.

"This is odd, they weren't there a moment ago," I said to myself. I tried washing them off, yet it was no good. They wouldn't come off!

I started to hear commotion in the locker room. The Smackdown guys were all standing together… the Raw Locker room had arrived. It was one of those damn super shows again. Really, Raw is just mooching off of us you know that? We're the better show. Yet my eyes saw Kane, he was here tonight… I got to talk to him about the Undertaker. When the guys disbanded I followed the monster down the hall, yet somehow he knew I was following him when he stopped suddenly, turned around and slammed me hard into the wall. "What the hell do you want!" he growled at me.

"I… I need your advice," I said.

Kane looked at my arm and then stared at the markings on my neck, a sick smile came over his face. "Yeah, you do"

He lowered me to the ground. "What the hell does that mean? Yeah, I do?" I spat back at him.

Kane pulled out a marker from his back pocket, a washable one at that. "I'll give you a hint, and you'll know soon enough when you get back to your locker room. Or ask daddy dearest what he thinks of my clue" Kane said slowly, as if he knew something I didn't… and he found it very amusing.

I felt the pen go across my neck in small lines; he nodded to his work and started to walk away.

"Wait! You don't even know what I am going to ask!" I yelled to him.

Kane turned around. "I wouldn't bother if I were you. It's almost over anyway" Kane's laughter echoed though the hallways, sending a chill down my spine… what in God's name is his problem?

I went back to my locker room where my dad was all set to go for our match. He arranged everything when he noticed my neck. "Randy…" he whispered. "Don't tell me you got drunk and did that!"

"Did what?" I asked. He brought me over to the mirror and held up my chin slightly. I couldn't breath… No… it couldn't be! "He can't be right," I whispered.

"Randy, what's happened?" my father asked.

I confessed to him I went to see Kane, he took a marker and did small tick on my neck saying it was a hint. "He's probably getting a sick kick out of this!" I told my dad as I washed off the marker. The marker came off… yet… it didn't do a damn thing. Slowly my neck began to show more marking and coloring around it, allowing the black ink to seep through my neck. My dad backed away in fear as I smashed the mirror with my fist. "It can't be!" I yelled aloud. "I just can't be!"

In the shattered bits I could still see it. Plain as day, on my neck was a tattoo… and it said Sara….