Chapter 5- Dark secrets.
I was about to leave the locker room to investigate just what the hell was going on here when I felt weak in the knees. I fell into the wall hard, and couldn't move. I tried to get up yet all what I could move were my eyes, I couldn't even scream when I felt my bones snap. My body stretched and screwed as the muceals contracted. The blood raced through my veins as my heart beat faster with every moment. When I was able to move once more… I changed greatly. I had short hair growing down the side of my head. A small beard forming around my chin, my arms and legs were like they had been sculpted of marble. They were firmer then I could ever get my own limbs… it meant but one thing… the transformation was almost complete. Time was running out. I walked out of the locker room, only to run into the Divas. Eying me up and down like I was some sort of celebrity.
"When did you get here?" demanded Torrie Wilson.
"Not soon enough" Purred Victoria.
Oh God, not this. "Where is Eric?" I asked them.
They jumped. "Ew, you sound like that freak Kane!" Torrie said in a disgusted tone.
"I AM KANE! WHERE IS BISCHOFF!" I roared at them, the girls ran for it… and their little dog too.
I went looking for Eric myself. I found him in his office of course. His eyes saw me and he instantly stopped what he was doing. "I don't think we were introduced. Eric Bischoff… Did I mention you look like Champion material?" he asked me.
"Can the kiss ass Eric. It's me Kane" I spat back at him.
Eric didn't believe me. "No way, I know Kane… you aren't…" before he finished his word I grabbed his neck hard.
"Don't tell me who I'm not! Listen good. The reason why I am like this is because someone is forcing me to switch ages with someone younger why I don't know. Let's say for example my fellow victim is oh… CHRIS MASTERS!" I yelled at him releasing him from my grasp.
Eric looked at me stunned. "You're the reason!" he hissed.
"NO. I didn't want his damn youth to begin with. And Taker didn't want Orton's body! Someone is doing this to us! I am telling you this because more or less it will happen again. Are you understanding what I am saying?"
Eric looked at me with utter confusion. "Someone… placed a spell on you?" he asked with a coy grin.
"Whatever you think that will make you come to the conclusion I have come to. Just hear me out and try and help me for once you son of a bitch"
Eric didn't like the tone I was taking with him. "I wouldn't be talking to me like that if I needed assistance"
"Screw you then!" Oh damn it, my voice went abit higher… younger.
Eric took notice of that quickly. "Hell you ain't kidding are you?"
"No… I can turn into a 22 year old at will… WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK DUMBASS!"
I was getting sick; it meant the final transformation was about to happen. Chris Masters stormed in. He was starting to look a lot I did. I was in good shape to begin with, yet compared to Masters…. I was a little on the big side. He stared at me oddly, as if seeing himself.
"It was you!" he whispered.
"It wasn't me! I don't want your damn youth!"
Masters just looked at me with great sadness. "I don't want to be old!" he cried.
"Don't make me slap you kid," I warned him. "If you want this back. You got to help me got it?" I asked of him.
He nodded slowly to me. "Good, we need to find Randy Orton"
Eric's eyes shot to me instantly. "Randy… he's… gone."
This was going to be harder than I expected to explain. Then again this was Eric Bischoff and Chris Masters. I heard Eric's door open once more, Taker brought himself into the room. He looked at all of us. "It must stop here and now. I don't know if this can be reversed… but I may know where Orton is," he told us.
There was no time to lose then, we had to leave now. "What about the Royal Rumble!" Eric protested.
"Screw that!" I yelled back.
Taker and I left the room. Masters refused to budge. "Masters?" Taker questioned.
He was staring at his number. "Can I have your place then?" he asked of me. He rather be in the Rumble than to help us get his youth back? Damn little pissant.
I tossed him my number. And walked out with Taker. He looked at me oddly. "You look good like this," he told me.
"Shut up. My mind is made up" I spat back at him.
We walked down the hall when I noticed one of the other guys was starting to get chills as well. Rob Conway was getting shivers, the same I was getting… Ric Flair was feeling the same chill.
"You thinking what I am?" Taker muttered to me.
I nodded to him. "Someone wants the veterans to last longer than the young guys"
Taker nodded in agreement with me. I was looking down the hall when my eyes caught someone dressed in dark clothing. Their face was hidden under a hood and not an inch of their flesh was showing at all. It caught sight of Taker and I and ran like hell. I looked to Taker.
"Is he?" I asked.
Take shook his head no. "No, I know who that was. Keep going Kane. And think who would benefit more of having us younger. Vince is an obvious choice, but he's not the kind that's into black magic" he spoke.
I agreed with him… Yet if Vince was… would he do something like this? "Maybe we ought to see McMahon," I suggested.