Chapter 6- Inner demons at work

My father took me to the outskirt of the town that the Voodoo lady was in; quite frankly I am willing to try anything at this point. Nothing was fitting me anymore; I was left to wear Undertaker's clothing that keeps coming into my bag. I was in a black tank top and the same pants as before. My dad was silent along the way. "Has anything else happened to you son?" he asked of me.

In other words have I become less like myself in the recent hours? "No… no, I've been ok" I lied to him. He wouldn't believe me with the Deadman's voice came out of my own mouth. We stopped at a freaky looking tent. The Gypsy sees all, the wooden sign pointed out. Oh, I'm sure. Father and I got out of the car and went to the tent; we just stormed in, since there was no door to knock on.

A weird looking old lady stood at the table. "Randy Orton" she said aloud.

"Damn right. You know how to get rid of a spirit?" I asked of her.

She looked to me with a weird smile. "Your Friend named Booker came here once didn't he? My method didn't work for him, why do you have such faith in me?" she asked.

I wasn't about to dignify that with an answer. "He never had a problem. Mine is serious! Something is happening to me!" I showed her my arms, the tattoo were becoming more apparent.

She grasped my arm tightly and looked at the markings, she then gazed into my eyes and smirked. "Possession I see" she said.

I pulled my arm from her grasp and sat down. "Get it out of me then!"

The woman smiled once more. "Easy child, I am only telling you how you can fight it. This is a powerful spirit that cannot be over come so easily," she explained.

I slammed by fist to the table. "Damn it, just name your price and it's yours. Just get it the hell out of me!" I ordered her.

The woman wasn't fazed by my tone. "He speaks though you strongly, the rage of the spirit controls you even as we speak. You need ingredients," she told me.

"Anything!"

She gave me a list, the hair of a blood relative, ashes of the departed soul, and a host body.

"A host body?" I asked of her.

"To transfer the spirit. It cannot be forced out, until it has a place to go," she explained.

I thought of whom I could use… when an idea came to mind, an old friend no doubt would help me.

I got off the chair and threw the lady what money I had. "Keep the change, dad, let's go" I told him.

My father nodded with a smile. "We will get through this son, let's get the easy stuff first, ashes"

I couldn't agree more with him. We raced back to the hotel, and caught Teddy Long in the lobby. "Teddy! What happened to the coffin of the Undertaker?" I asked of him.

Teddy looked at me oddly. "What? So you can urinate on the ashes of the Deadman? Haven't you done enough damage player?" he demanded of me.

"No, I don't want to desecrate the ashes. I want to use them for a proper burial" I lied.

Teddy saw right though it.

"I think not Mr. Orton. Besides, they are in Mrs. Undertaker's possession…" Before Teddy could finish, Sara was in the lobby. She walked right up to me and shoved an urn harshly into my arms. Saying not a word and walking away, well that's one down. My dad checked it off. "A hair of a blood relative" he said.

"Survivor Series is this Sunday right… So Kane ought to be here!"

Teddy looked at me oddly and just walked away from me. My father had a concerned look on his face. "Randy, you got a beard again," he said.

"Screw that, soon I won't have to worry about this. Come on, let's find Kane!" I shot back to him. So close was I to getting what I needed, Kane was going to be more difficult to talk to. But I knew a host that I could get… and he was just in the bar. I gave dad the urn. "You look for Kane, I'll get the host," I told him.

My dad nodded as I went into the bar and saw him sitting there, the man that I will sacrifice so that I can live a normal life once more.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked of him.

He looked at me, rather stunned that I was here in the first place. "Go ahead Randy"

"Thank you…"