Chapter 2- Strange things occurring- Kane

My eyes were so heavy the next day, I couldn't see straight at all. My night sucked to say the least, and I was no better at the arena. At times I was holding onto the wall for support, just to keep myself on my own two feet. A chill would go right through me, down to my bones and making my insides quiver as if they were in fear. But why?

"Hey, you ok?" I turned to see Ashley, that new Diva girl.

She touched my arm and jumped. "You're as cold as ice! Let me get you a coffee or something!" she said.

"NO!" I yelled back at her. "I'm fine"

She jumped when I snapped at her; she only nodded to me as she went on her way. I figured I could warm up abit before my match with Masters tonight. That arrogant punk owes me right now. For if I hadn't refused Taker's offer… oh he would he so devastated to lose that pretty boy body of his. I found my bag in the locker room, placing on a sweater to warm myself up abit. It was odd really, normally cold doesn't bother me that much. But of all times, why would it now? The arena was plenty warm, and no one was shivering like I was. Perhaps it's some sort of damn bug going around. Damn Eugene, probably brought it in the locker room.

I was finally able to warm up just before the show, which was a good thing. I didn't want to go out there wearing a damn sweater. I'm a monster for goodness sake! My pyros went off as I stormed to the ring. I was the first to come out. Chris Masters would be second. This was all a plan of the McMahon family. Apparently Linda McMahon didn't forgive me for tombstoning her not to long ago. It was worth it in my mind.

Masters had come out to his flashy pyros display and what not. He came to the ring, confident, arrogant and disrespectful. First thing he did when he got in was slap me in the face hard. It hardly turned my head when I glared back at him with a smirk. "Is that the best you got boy?" I asked of him. I knocked him on his ass; he recovered quickly and tried to battle back. That was when it happened. There was a blinding flash out of nowhere, coming from the stage or something. Catching us off guard. Masters and I backed away from each other blindingly, not knowing what the hell just happened! Needless to say, we finished the match. I Chokeslammed the cocky son of a bitch to hell, slamming him hard to the mat and getting the pin fall. Yet that sudden burst of light… it didn't sit well with me at all.

I went to the back, asking if anyone else saw it. They looked at me as if I were crazy, well… that's the same look they all give me. "We didn't see anything yet why was Masters looking like he got blinded?" stated Rob Van Dam.

I didn't care anymore. I let it roll off my back. It's no skin off my nose.

Going to my locker room, I found a note sticking on my bag.

My name was on it, but who was it from? I opened it and read to myself the contents of the letter. 'Kane, you'll understand soon'

That was it, no name or anything. I just crumpled up the letter and threw it over my shoulder. It was a joke.

Packing my things up for the night I walked out of the locker room, only to bump into Chris Masters. He sneered at me angrily. He calls that a sneer? I snarled at him, and snorted though my nose. I walked passed him abruptly, he didn't say a word, nor did I say anything to him.

The drive was quick to the hotel room; I was going to relax for the night. No worrying about Taker looking over my shoulder or anything, it will be a nice easy rest. I closed my eyes, and strangely enough. Sleep came quite quickly to me.

It was an odd sensation though; I couldn't feel my body as it were. Entranced in a state, where the dreams feel so real and what not. I couldn't remember for the life of me what that was. Yet when I woke up the next day, I felt wonderful! For once, I welcomed the morning. Going to the bathroom for a shower, I caught my reflection. This was odd… very odd.

Looking in, I saw my hair was starting to grow back… and quite quickly at that. It was a good inch long from my scalp, and my beard was growing back as well. This wasn't right. I knew it too. There is no way in hell hair could grow that fast!

I spent the better part of my morning, cutting and shaving everything off. Until I looked just as I was the other night. Why this was happening I don't know, yet something was afoot for sure.

After a quick shower I went down to the lobby, I could hear Chris Masters talking it up with some of the younger guys. Yet he was wearing a hat this time around. It sent up a red flag in my mind, the stuck up punk doesn't wear a hat. Not at any given time. I ignored it and went on my way; it was a strange morning for me to say the least. I felt so full of energy and just wanted to go out and about the world. Never have I ever wanted to do that, it was like I was young again…

My God… he wouldn't would he? I mean… how could he….

I ran back inside and approached Masters. "Chris, you me talk now!" I ordered him.

The younger guys stared at me. "Use grammar!" smirked Romeo of the Heartthrobs. God, I can't stand those guys.

I grabbed Masters harshly and pulled him to his feet. I felt a surge go through me like what happened in the ring. Masters reluctantly followed me out of the room, staring at me with anger. "What the hell is your problem?" he demanded.

I knocked the hat off his head, Masters tried to recover it before I saw it… His hair was thinning, and if I am not mistaken he had a bald spot on the top of his head! "Your hair" I whispered.

Masters got his hat back and glared at me. "It's none of your business"

"You shouldn't be having a bald spot at your age boy!"

Masters smirked. "Oh, you're the one to talk. You're already bald" Masters walked by me harshly, when that surge was felt once more in my arms. I couldn't explain how it felt. In a sense… it was a good sensation, yet why… I don't know. But perhaps I know someone who does.

It was time I paid my 'little brother' a visit.