Chapter 3- Confessions- Kane
It would be the Royal Rumble Pay Per View. I was in the back looking for my brother, yet he was nowhere to be seen, as usual. I searched the locker rooms and found him in the darkness of his own; oddly enough he was posing like Randy Orton, then slapping his face. "You're not him!" he growled to himself as he looked back into the mirror. "But you are young"
"Deadman" I called out to him.
Taker turned to see me; a quick smile came over his face. "Reconsidered?" he asked.
"No, strange things are happening to me. You wouldn't know anything about them now would you… little brother?" I asked him.
I could tell by the look in his eyes, he didn't like me calling him little brother. "You know damn well my soul is older. I'm just in a younger body" he spat back at me.
I nodded to him. "One that not even you can control" I whispered lowly to him.
"Just what the hell are you getting at!"
I didn't say anything more. "I just wanted to make sure you're not trying to pull any punches on me"
Taker let out a low laugh. "Would I do that to my own flesh and blood?"
"Wouldn't stop you" I shot back before walking out of the room. I opened the door, only to hit it into Cowboy Bob Orton.
He looked at me fearfully. "I... I didn't mean any harm Kane… really!" he begged. Worried I was going to harm him.
But I thought of something. "Bob… tell me… what happened to Randy before he transformed?" I asked him.
Bob was stunned and told me what happened to Randy. Before the Undertaker took over his body, the young Orton had markings, the outline of the tattoos. I saw those myself. His hair was growing longer as he grew taller and filled out. "I had no idea the Undertaker could do that… You look different some how" Bob pointed out to me.
I stared at him oddly. "Different how?" I asked of him.
Bob looked over my face. "It could just be me though," he said.
I walked away from him; he must be delusional after all. He lost his son.
We were drawing the numbers for the royal rumble. I was waiting in line first when I felt someone harshly shove me from behind. I turned to see Masters once more. "What the hell are you doing to me!" he growled lowly in my ear. I glared back at him.
"Care to fill me in on what I am doing?" I asked.
I drew my number first and popped open the ball. Number 23. Not bad.
Masters went second as he pulled his from the bunch. When he registered his number he shoved me from behind again, and once more I felt that surge go through me. "What the hell is your problem?" I roared at him.
I started to feel myself become dizzy. Masters did too. I left the locker room and got something to drink. Perhaps I was just thirsty, after all. Tonight will allow the winner a title shot at Wrestlemaina, it's big event.
I took a bottle of water from the table and drank it down quickly. It didn't help the woozy feeling I was having. I felt my body cringe as I swear my skin was tightening all over, my back was turned to anyone that walked by.
"Kane?" I heard Lita's voice. I turned to stare at her, when she nearly jumped from her skin.
"What?" I demanded.
She stuttered over words, unable to think of anything to say. That was until her hand started to touch my cheek! I grabbed it and stared at her. "What's with you?" I demanded as I threw her arm harshly to the side. Storming back to my locker room, I knew what she was doing. She was trying to get in my head so her little boyfriend could win over me, or at least eliminate me from the Rumble. I walked pass a mirror only to stop when I saw my reflection briefly… I couldn't be….
Slowly. I looked back to see, my eye must have been playing tricks on me… that wasn't my face… It couldn't have been!
What the hell is going on with me!