Not by choice

What happens when Kane considers Taker's offer of a younger body? Will he go for it? Or will Kane refuse to follow the steps of his now, younger brother?

Chapter 1 talking the talk

"I mean, it's hard to believe he did that to Orton!" stated Carlito. "It's not cool!"

There was talk at the bar of what the Undertaker had done. "I know, I mean have you seen the Smackdown locker room now? They are all scared out of their wits that Taker could do the same to them!" Triple H stated.

There was a nod from all the wrestlers. "What if Kane can do it too?" whispered Gene Snitsky.

The table fell quiet, all of the men turned to one another. Stunned to the idea, but know it's possible now. "Damn" sighed aloud Edge. "You know, he would be no better than a damn vampire! Stealing the youth of the upcoming generation! Who the hell does Kane thing he is!"

"Yeah, let the red bastard try!" called aloud Carlito.

"I'm right behind you asshole," growled Kane from the other table. He sat alone with his drink, sneering at the others. "What makes you all so damn sure I would go that low!" Kane threw his glass to the wall and stormed out of the bar.

The table was silent. "I thought he never leave" Smirked Chris Masters.

"Here here!" grinned Triple H as he called for another round of drinks.

Outside.

Kane leaned against the wall of the bar; he didn't like what they spoke of him. He wouldn't hesitate to beat them all up, yet there were too many of them. Kane had considered his brother's offer, to become young again. But would it really be worth it to him? "I have hid behind a mask at that age, would it make a difference to me?" Kane asked himself. He walked to his hotel, pondering the idea. "I wouldn't be under a mask, I would be who I could have been at that age… but… why do I hesitate?" He asked.

Kane didn't realize but he was at his hotel already. His body shivered from the cold breeze outside as he went into the warm building. He looked to the lobby, seeing all the younger wrestlers getting any girl they want. Hell Ric Flair was old and he still was getting the girls, Kane turned away from it all as he went to the elevator. He couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched; knowing his brother it was probably him.

When the elevator door opened. Kane walked out to see his hotel room on the far left; no one had wanted to be around him. So they left the rooms beside him empty. Kane walked inside and closed the door. He went to his bed and kicked off his shoes, turning the TV on. He soon realized that every show or commercial he saw was about becoming or looking younger. "OH BITE ME DEADMAN!" Kane yelled aloud not caring if the Undertaker heard him or not. He turned the TV off and went to the bathroom, staring into the mirror. Kane saw the bags under his eyes. Perhaps even a wrinkle.

"Why do I even care?" he asked himself. He stormed out of the bathroom; he changed from his street clothing to looser clothing for sleeping. He crawled into bed, and tried to close his eyes to sleep. "Youth… why be young again?" he asked before he fell asleep.

Sleep was very uneasy for the monster, he saw the Undertaker standing before him. His walk had changed from serious to a cocky, arrogant strut. "What is there to think about Kane? Being young again makes me feel so alive!" he called to his brother.

Kane shook his head. "You took the body of a wrestler who will be great in our business. Hell I didn't like Orton… but it's not right," Kane muttered back.

The Undertaker laughed aloud. "Since when did you care about what happened to others? Kane, are you or aren't you?" Taker spat back. "Choose carefully, or else I will choose for you!"

Kane stood tall in his mind. "I won't," he said.

Taker just nodded. "So be it"

Kane sat up when his eyes shot open from his sleep. He was sweating from what he thought of, he couldn't believe what was offered to him. "What good is youth when you have to take it?" he sighed aloud.

He cleared his eyes from the cold sweat and lay back in bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep well for the rest of the night, his eyes turned to the clock. 2am.

"Great" Kane growled. He tried to get what sleep he could, yet the voice of his brother still ranged loudly in his mind.

Elsewhere.

Taker's eyes slowly opened up from his recent dream walk to Kane's mind. "No… he said no" Taker muttered to himself. He pulled his youthful body from the floor pacing back and forth. "He can't be my older brother, I refuse that." A smirk came across the face of the Undertaker. "Pity for Kane though… I don't take no for an answer."