Chapter 2- The other victims

It was early the next morning, Hunter was still holding onto his wounded chest when he walked into the lobby. Many noticed how tired he looked and how he dragged his luggage about. Kane stared at Hunter oddly, knowing it wasn't right. He got from his chair and approached Triple H.

"What the hell happened to you?" Kane demanded. He then saw blood seeping through Hunter's white shirt. "Oh God! You're bleeding!"

"Shut up!" Hunter whispered to him. "I'll tell you in the car, you drive" Kane only nodded as he assisted Triple H with his bags, they got into the car and drove off to the airport.

At first nothing was said, till Kane stared at Hunter when they came to a stoplight. "WHAT!" Triple H roared.

"That wound. What happened? You were facing me last night and I didn't even draw blood from you. How did it happen? You Piss off Stephanie or something?"

"No… you wouldn't believe me, even if I told you"

Kane laughed aloud. "Try me!" he said.

Hunter told him about the dream, and how Freddy just appeared out of nowhere! He slashed my chest… and then… he tried to crown me with some sort of sharp implement…"

He noticed Kane wasn't laughing; he was sterner than ever as Hunter spoke. "It's no dream," Kane whispered. "Taker's had one, you, Trish told me about her close call…"

"You can't be serious Kane! He's real!"

Kane fell silent once more. He said not a word as they came to the airport; Hunter was speechless when he got from the car. Yet when he saw the other guys walking about, hiding a wound he knew he wasn't alone. Trish, who just covered from an arm injury, was just given another, a broke one at that. Matt Hardy walked with a limp as Edge kept looking over his shoulder fearfully. Hunter turned to Kane, wondering how could he know, yet not be attacked yet?

The question boggled his mind as they got one the plane. Hunter sat across the plane from Kane while the Spirit Squad sat behind him. Kenny had just fallen asleep on the flight listening to headphone. Hunter tried to keep himself awake, cup after cup of coffee. Yet he became fully awake when he heard Mikey yell. "KENNY! KENNY!"

All eyes turned, Kenny's eyes were shot open, his mouth hung loosely as he shook in fear. Kenny's body was pale, as white as milk and was cold to the touch. He couldn't move. "I… I… I…" where the only word muttering from his mouth. Kane didn't bother to look over. Hunter saw how disconcerted Kane was to this, and wondered why the monster would be. Why is Kane so calm? When the plane landed, Kenny was instantly taken to a hospital. His shivers and shakes never stopped. The Spirit Squad came to the arena and told everyone.

"Kenny will be just fine and cheer in no time! The Doctors have him sedated so he will be ok…."

"YOU WHAT!" roared Kane. "I may not give a rat's ass about the Spirit Squad. But you just signed his death certificate!"

Everyone stopped and stared at Kane. Edge however agreed. "Get back to the hospital if you want Kenny to be alive…." Yet Vince came into the room hearing all the shouting going on.

"What's all this about?" he asked.

Kane glared to Vince, yet walked off without saying a word. Edge shied away from the subject. McMahon's eyes turned to Triple H. "Well?" he asked of his son in law.

Hunter took a deep breath. "Freddy is real, and he's going to kill one of us if we fall asleep. Look at me!" Hunter said as he showed the claw marks on his chest. "We got to get Kenny out of the hospital…."

"You just don't want the Spirit Squad to be isn't it? You're over zealous prick!" shouted Johnny. "Come on guys, let's work on the get well cheer for Kenny"

Vince looked to Triple H. "Do you need some time off?" he asked.

"I am not making this up!"

"I'm not saying you are, I'm just saying you should take a load off… Perhaps just a small vacation… I know a good doctor!"

"Shut up McMahon, I know what I saw!" Triple H walked away and went to find Kane. He wanted some answers.