Chapter 3- Unlikely help.
Cal just stared into the hat of worm that is his father. "Matt… no disrespect or anything, but how can you help me?" he asked aloud.
Matt Hardy crossed his arms. "You think you're the only one don't you?" he questioned.
Cal had a confused look on his face. "Only one?" he asked.
Matt smirked, it was a farmiller one at that. "The WWE is FULL of guys and girls with 'special gifts' we shall call it. Mine being I cannot die . . . litterly . . . and Boogieman's mist as no effect on me"
Cal was confused. "No effect? How is that?"
"I don't have time for explanations, you want your dad back or go fishing with him?" Matt snapped back abruptly.
Cal's eyes looked back at the hat and the towel. "First thing is first, how do we make sure they don't die like this? I mean, they're worms" he asked.
Matt sighed aloud. "They'll be fine if you hurry up with me! Come on!" Matt snapped back. Cal looked about the locker room. Hiding his father and uncle in dark moist places, once being under the bathroom sink and the other a locker cupboard. He and Matt walked out of the locker room, Cal made sure he locked it up before he left. Matt didn't seem concerned for a strange reason.
"You didn't have to do that," he told Cal.
Cal glared at him. "If it was your father and uncle, I'm sure you would have done the same!" he growled.
Matt and Cal ventured to different locker room. Matt was muttering something under his breath, yet Cal couldn't hear him. Matt stopped at a door and knocked gently. He saw an eye peer out from the creak. "You brought him?" the voice on the other side asked.
"Open the damn door already!" Hardy demanded. Cal knew Matt was acting oddly; normally he's easy going. The door opened and they walked in. Cal was stunned that he stood before JBL.
Bradshaw looked over Cal and smirked. "So, this is the fruit of the Undertaker's loins huh?" he smirked.
"If you're trying to insult me, I suggest you stop before you chew out your own ass shortly!" Cal shot back.
JBL nodded. "Yeah, definitely Taker's kid. But that's not why were here. We're here to help you. You got the power to stop Boogieman and change your uncle and daddy back to normal. But that's up to you"
Matt nodded. "You've suppressed your power so long, it's aching to burst out of your body!
Cal stared at the two wrestlers. "Yeah… how would you know about that?" he asked of them.
Matt's eyes shot to JBL's who stared back at Matt. "Kane never shut up about it when we were feuding" Matt said as he took a little while to come up with an answer.
"Same with the Deadman, he said. 'If you think I'm powerful. Wait till you see my boy' he said that all the time to me!" Bradshaw explained.
Cal felt something odd about these two, like they were hiding a deep dark secret from him. Yet he knew time was of the essence and the more his father and uncle were worms, the less of a chance he may have to getting them normal once more.
"What do I need to do?" Cal asked.
There was a grin on Bradshaw's face as he went into his bag. He pulled out an Urn. "You wake it from the source, this is where your daddy's power came from… you're are in here as well" Bradshaw tossed over the urn, Cal stared at it oddly wondering if it was true. For all he knew Matt and JBL were joking around with him. Cal stared down at the urn with an unsure look.
"I thought this was just a gimmick?" he asked aloud as he was about to toss the urn into the garbage. Matt however had this stern look. "Look boy, if you want your dad back, you listen to what we say!" Matt snapped.
"Yeesh, you're sounding like my father!" Cal growled to him as he looked at the urn. "How do I get the 'power' as you so put it?" he asked.
JBL looked at the urn. "Take off the top… and breath it in," he explained. Bradshaw had a strange look in his eyes… like he was waiting for something dramatic to unfold. Much like his uncle when something bad is going to happen to someone.
Cal rolled his eyes as he took off the urn's top. He was stunned nothing happened at first… that was until the urn began to glow an odd purple color. Mist spewed forth from it and engulfed Cal!
He screamed trying to throw the urn from his grasp yet couldn't bring him self to let go. He watched the mist go into his flesh and he breathed it in… his body began to ach with pain, but soon… it started to feel good, really good. The mist soon vanished; Cal found his arms covered in markings of every sort of thing and color… like his father's.
"Well I'll be damned," JBL muttered as he stared in awe.
Cal took deep breaths, already feeling the change within him. "This is what my dad has?" he asked them.
Matt nodded. "Yeah… but I think some of your uncle's powers are in there too. He's touched that urn and get some strength from it too if I am not mistaken"
Cal clenched his fists in power and saw the wisps of smoke coming through his fingertips. Purple mist and a hint of flame were conjured. "I'm ready to change my uncle and father back," he told them two of them.
"You need to know Boogieman's weakness…"
"I know it already. His staff has to go…"
Meanwhile.
The farmiller smoke of the Boogieman went over the lock of Cal's dressing room. The click was heard and the door creaked open. Boogieman walked in looking about with a sinister grin. "Come out, come out where-ever you are!" he sanged aloud. He went to the bathroom and looked under the sink, knowing Cal had placed one of the brothers there. "Tender… and perfect for the picking." The Boogieman grinned. He bend down and picked up the hat… that contained the Undertaker. The Boogieman began to stick his hand into the worms and swished them around. "You're powers will soon be mine!" he laughed as he smelt the air. "And you're brothers would be a nice welcoming treat for me!" It took not time for him to find Kane in his current state. It brought a sick grin to his face. "The Boogieman came to get ya. Now, he has you… and you're boy will join us very soon!" he laughed as he slithered out of the locker room…