Chapter 3- The signs

I ran out of the locker room to find Kane, he knew damn well what was going on with me. Yet going on the Raw side is like stepping into the wild… or so I thought. I came to their hallway; they were all there talking with one another until Carlito spotted me. He didn't say a word as he nudged the guy beside him in the arm, all the talk stopped. Every superstar that sat down were standing up, making a path for me. I walked slowly… down the hallway…

You could hear their voices. "He walks like him now too…" Big Show whispered. I didn't realize what he was talking about until I looked at my own feet. I walked the same pace the Deadman would when he makes his way to the ring, slowly. My arms were straight at my side, not even swaying the least bit back and forth. I glared at all of them.

"Shut up about me!" I yelled to them.

They kept their mouths shut, yet you could see it in their eyes, they knew it too! How could they know? Unless Kane has decided to tell everyone about it; I even came across Hunter, he just shrugged his shoulders to me.

"Hunter… you got to help me! Please for old time sake!" I begged him.

Triple H just smirked at me. "What do I look like? A miracle worker? It was nice knowing you Randy" Hunter said as he walked off.

I watched him leave yet I kept going forward myself I walked into someone tall. Slowly I looked up and it was Kane. Grinning like a cat with a fish.

"So… you finally figured it ouuuuttt" He sanged sadistically.

"Shut up! Tell me how to stop it!" I demanded of the monster.

Kane was smirking and tried to talk as he laughed at me. "Stop it? Not even I know how he did this… Or perhaps I do…" Kane grinned evilly.

"Why aren't you helping me!" I yelled.

Kane's face became serious. "It was because of YOU and Evolution… that unmasked me. I hate you for that, and I just don't like you to begin with" Kane replied as he walked away.

"Kane! Wait! Help me! Please!" I begged of him. I began to feel sick so suddenly, Kane looked at me with an unsympathetic look. He walked away without saying another word.

I ran back to my locker room where my dad had been there waiting. He threw a large dish of water at me, and yelling. "The power of Christ compels you!" He was trying to exorcist the Undertaker from me with holy water.

"DAD!" I yelled. It wasn't working anyway. My dad looked heartbroken, as he pulled me into his arms.

"Oh Randy, what are we going to do!" He cried.

I didn't know, what if this was all just a prank… brought on by Kane or someone? Yeah, it could be a prank! The stagehands knocked on my door.

"Five Minutes Mr. Orton" he called out

Yeah, I got a match tonight with Eddie, that's right. I looked to my dad. "I'll take care of this ok dad, Let's do the match and get the hell out of here!"

My father agreed.

I went out to the ring with my usual pyros, yet when I started walking… mist began to follow behind me like a lost dog. I turned and saw it engulf the ramp. Eddie was in the ring looking at me oddly. Wondering what the hell was going on. I got into the ring and stood before the Guerrero. He took a mic from the side of the ring. "Oh homes, it looks like I ain't the only one stealing… aren't those Undertaker's pants?" he laughed. I stuck hard then and there, cloth lining Eddie to the mat… I haven't had that kind of strength before.

I picked Eddie off the ground, I felt possessed when I took hold of Eddie's arm and twisted it so. I then went to the top rope… and went old school on him. The crowd booed like mad for that was the Undertaker's signature move… Why the hell am I doing this! I stopped half way on the rope looking down at Eddie. I lost my balance and fell to the ground hard. All I remembered was blacking out, only to wake up in the trainer's office.

"Randy, can you hear me?" they called out.

"Yeah… what happened?" I asked.

The trainer told me I was knocked out for a few hours. He said I needed to rest up. Slowly I sat up on the trainer's table, shaking my head clear, the trainer had an odd look on his face. "In all my years, I haven't seen anyone grow a beard that fast" he told me. My hands went to the side of my face. Gruff whiskers were coming through! I ran out and back to my locker room, quickly pulling out the shaving kit and lathering my face up. I didn't care if I cut up my perfect skin; I had to fight the Deadman off! I made my face smooth in no time. But I then noticed my hair was growing out, grabbing scissors I hacked the long lock off of my head. One battle won so far.

I heard my father come back into the room and he brought a priest.

"Randy, This is Father John. Word has it he has done an exorcism before!" dad explained.

The Priest looked me over. "He doesn't look possessed to me. Are you serious?" he asked my father.

"YES! Now get creaking! Get the Undertaker out of me!" I ordered him.

The priest shrugged and started chanting passages from the bible. I didn't feel any different. "He's a Deadman not a devil, do something else!" I yelled.

The priest wasn't impressed with my tone. "You want me to help you or not?" he demanded.

I apologized as he kept going. I swear I must have memorized six bible passages when this was all through, I and I didn't feel any different. "How are you feeling lad?" he asked, I turned to look him in the eyes, the priest ran out of here faster than a bat out of hell.

"What?" I demanded.

My dad had a very worried look. "You're eyes are green"