Chapter 4- The work of a master

My jaw was chizzled, narrow at the bottom yet visible cheekbone… I don't have cheekbone! I had a double chin before, but that has now vanished or something. My eyes looked wider and alert. The bags were going from under my eyes as well. This wasn't my face!

I shattered the mirror, I knew now it was the work of my brother. The Undertaker. No doubt in my mind, yet why is he doing this when I told him I didn't want it!

It also occurred to me, if I was changing this rapidly, so was Masters. His scream filled the halls as it echoed through the door… he just changed I assume. I figured I couldn't go out there with his new face of mine. I won't lie, but I liked what I saw in the mirror. I couldn't help but run my fingers across the smooth, youthful flesh. The stubble was coming back once again, and my hair was growing… perhaps people will confuse me for someone else? I went out to see. Eric was already in Chris Masters' locker room, yelling.

"What happened to you!"

The whole locker room was sticking an ear to the door. Edge saw me, and I swear I don't think he recognized me one bit! "Hey, new guy, come listen!" he waved over… he can't be serious.

I was about to open my mouth when the door swung open once more. Eric looked damn well pissed off. "Who the hell knows what happened to Masters?" he demanded.

No one answered. "He's aging faster than Ted Turner. I want answers here and now!" he yelled aloud, his eyes came on me. "New guy, you're excused… but stay on hand. If Masters isn't well you're taking his place. Now where the hell is Kane!" Eric stormed right past me shouting my name. I couldn't believe this… I appear to have a major face-lift and no one can tell that it's me?

I walked about the place with an empty look, this couldn't be happening. And of all people, I ran into Bob Orton once more. For some reason… he was the only one that saw who I really was! "Kane?" he asked me.

"Finally, at least someone knows it's me!" I sighed aloud.

Bob stared at my face and tisked. "You're following your brother's footsteps huh?"

I shook my head at him. "I didn't ask for this! He's forcing it apone me, some how" I explained.

Bob looked in my eyes. He didn't believe what I said. After all, if Taker was so willingly to take Orton's son… why would I be willing to take someone's youth? "If you're looking for your brother… he's in the boiler room," he said.

I just nodded to him and went to the Boiler room. I found Taker leaning against the wall; he looked to be in pain!

"Taker?" I asked him.

He turned to me. "Stay away Kane" he moaned as he let out a painful gasp.

"Taker what's wrong with you!" I demanded.

He came into the light, I saw him look at me with pain in his eyes. "I didn't do this Kane!" he yelled to me.

"Didn't do what? Taker make sense! Are you saying you aren't the one forcing Master's youth on me?" I demanded of him.

Taker gasped once more and fell to his knees. I may not care much for my brother. But I knew something was wrong with him. I went to his side, as he looked me in the eyes. "I didn't… want to do this… I didn't want… Randy's body" he moaned to me.

I wanted to believe him. "Then why were you so happy you did it! Who made this happen?" I asked of him.

Taker shook his head. "I don't know. But I am not who I was"

I felt Taker grab onto my arm as his body ached once more to him. "Whoever is doing this… must be powerful," I whispered.

Taker howled in pain as his grip on my arm was greater than before. "Kane…" Taker moaned. He passed out in my arm… never has Taker passed out like this before. If it wasn't Taker's doing… then whose work is this?

I flung Taker over my shoulder, carrying him back to my locker room. Bob Orton followed,

"What the hell is with him?" he asked of me.

I looked at Bob. "What happened to your son… wasn't his doing," I explained to him.

Bob Orton was outraged. "Of course it was his doing!" he yelled back at me. "Who else could be doing this?"

I turned to Bob Orton. "Unless you want to start talking out through your ass, I suggest you keep your damn mouth shut!" I snapped. Orton did just that.

Yet this got me thinking. I know my brother. What Orton did wasn't a first time occurrence, Hell I trapped Taker in a coffin before and set it on fire. He came out unharmed, and better than before…

I turned my attention back to Bob. "Was there any indication of ashes when you and Randy opened the coffin when the fire went out?" I asked him.

Bob gave me an odd look. "Uh… no… why?" he asked of me.

I smirked to him. "He's not gone"

Bob Orton stared at me as he looked at the Undertaker. "But… we saw…"

"You saw Taker taking over Randy's body. Randy has to go somewhere; he has to be taking into another host. Get a picture of you in your 40s Orton. We're going to find Randy before this happens again"

Bob stared at me with great confusion; he had no idea what the hell I was talking about. "Again?" he asked.

My body cringed once again. I could feel the change happening already. I looked at my free arm, seeing the muceals grow and the skin tighten once more. "Yeah… again" I muttered back as I took Taker to my locker room. I eased him down onto the bench; he was moaned as he tried to fight whatever the hell was harming him in the first place. This had to stop. If not, the new generation of WWE superstars… will cease to exist.