Chapter 5- hope is fading

I rushed to the mirror staring at it blankly for my father was right; my eyes were a piercing green. I shook my head, how could this be? What the hell is really going on with me! I turned back to my father, who looked scared as hell. "What's going on son?" he asked of me.

I shook my head, not knowing myself. "I… I can't explain it… it's like my outside is changing… I'm still me… but… starting to look more and more like the Undertaker" That was becoming apparent quickly, the markings on my arms were forming into tattoos of the Deadman's. Mine were erased as it were. My hands themselves were starting to look odd in my eyes. I decided to go back to the hotel room… alone. I didn't want anyone near me, not even my own dad.

The drive there as silent, I pulled into the lobby and threw the keys to the valet. Inside I came face to face with someone I never wanted to come across. Their hand slapped the tastes from my mouth instantly, Mrs. Undertaker.

Her eyes were venomous to me. "Who the hell do you think you are you son of a bitch!" she growled to me, again she slapped the other side of my face. I could have RKO'ed her here right now. Yet something held me back from doing so, seriously. I wanted to RKO her. She was about to slap me once more until I caught her hand; I made her look into my eyes.

"You don't do that to me!" I hissed. "I am the Legend Killer, and I can let you join your departed husband soon enough!"

She had a look of anger on her face as tears came from her eyes. "You're a hideous bastard!"

I was about to talk back, that was until I realized I couldn't open my own damn mouth! My free hand had a mind it's own and gently cleared the tear from her eyes, my hand cupped her face gently. She had a stunned look in her eyes, pulling away she ran up the hotel stairs. As if she had just realized something.

"What the hell is her problem?" I asked aloud.

I noticed the looks from everyone in the lobby. "Stop staring at me!" I growled… my voice just went deeper.

Racing up to my hotel room. I went to the bathroom mirror instantly. I shaved, cut my hair and everything. I washed my face with cold water when I started to hear Taker's voice once more…

"Randy… Oh Randy…." He said. I looked to the mirror… my lips moved, yet Taker's voice came out. "You're starting to realize what is going on… aren't you?"

I shook my head clear. "I'm dreaming this!" I yelled.

"Dreamin'? More like a nightmare if you were asleep. But you're not. Randy Orton, you destroyed my body! Yet you cannot destroy my soul, which brings me to here and now. Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, look hard and deep. You feel me… you know I am there. It's just a matter of time Orton… Just a matter of time…"

"What the hell do you plan on doing to me Taker? Huh! What is it that you want from me?" I yelled back.

The room fell silent, there was no answer coming back from my lips. No voice of the Deadman, what is it that he is doing?

I took a stiff drink before going to bed; perhaps I will be able to wake up from this hellish nightmare. The look and the words he said before walking away laughing still echoed in my mind. "I wouldn't bother if I were you, it's almost over anyway" where the words. Does this mean the Deadman will stop haunting me? Or is it just the beginning?

I felt my body toss and turn all night long; I couldn't shake the thought or the words of Kane and the Undertaker. Hell as far as the Undertaker goes, I could have just dreamed that whole damn thing.

I was shaken awake the next morning, my father was in my room. "Randy, for the love of God, wake up!" he called out to me.

"Uh?" I moaned back.

"GET UP SON!" I opened my eyes, my father had a freaked out look on his face as he pulled me from the bed. He took out scissors and started cutting my hair like mad; I was too tired to realize how much he was cutting away. "Get to the bathroom now and start shaving!" he ordered me.

I went to the bathroom; I couldn't understand what was his problem till I saw the beard on my face… a damn beard grew over night? Reaching for the razor and shaving cream I took it all off once more. Until it was smooth, I looked to my arms… how in the hell did my arms get bigger? And did someone move my mirror?

Walking back out my dad looked very nervous.

"We got to end this son" dad told me. "I think we move on to more… unusual methods"

"What do you mean Dad?"

My father pulled out a card. "I got this from Booker T, it's the Voodoo lady he saw when Taker was haunting him. Maybe she knows something about this?" he asked.

A Voodoo lady? Great… my hopes rest on the shoulders of a Miss Kleo wannabe!