Chapter 5- Hidden among friends
Hunter and Kane returned to the arena. Kane turned to Triple H and said. "Speak nothing of what has happened to anyone," he explained.
The concept confused Triple H greatly, yet he respected Kane's request to keep his mouth shut for the time being. The locker room was in constant fear. They just began to notice the Smackdown locker room was arriving as well as ECW.
"What the hell is going on here?" Kane demanded.
Paul Heyman looked to Kane. "Sandman is dead"
"Dead?" Hunter asked.
"Dreamer found him in the locker room, he looked like a cigarette after you smoke it. Ash basically. No one saw or could explain what happened!"
"Was there anything written on the wall?" Kane asked.
Paul nodded. "In Sandman's ashes, it said 'thank you for smoking' it was as if someone made him into a cigar or something"
"I haven't slept in days" spoke Taker aloud.
"He's after you too?" Triple H asked.
The bags under Taker's eyes said it all. "I would wake up in a coffin, dirt was piling on top of the grave. I heard him call aloud. 'It's time the Deadman, remains dead' I woke up before I felt as if I ran out of air…"
"Something needs to be done. Whose to say which one of us is next?" questioned Mark Henry.
Kane sighed aloud. "I got an idea, but I don't know how well it will work" he said.
All eyes turned to Kane; they were willing to listen to any suggestions. "If it works?" asked Paul Heyman.
"I don't know. All I know that if it fails, I'll be dead"
There was a hush over the mass of men and women. "You would do that for us Kane?" Mickey asked.
All eyes turned to her. "With that big of a risk, no way in Hell am I allowing you to do this!" Hunter spoke loudly.
Kane turned to Triple H. "It's that or he goes after Stephanie and your unborn child. Which do you prefer?"
Hunter didn't say anything. Kane looked to the others and nodded. "So be it then…"
Just then a scream was heard. Everyone ran down the hall and saw Stephanie out of the room. Tears flowed down her face. "Daddy!" she cried.
Every eye turned to the locker room; Vince McMahon lay on the ground, blue as ever. Someone suffocated him. "It's official then. I'm going after Freddy!" Kane announced.
"You're a dumb bastard to try" Taker told him. "What makes you think you can deal with him?"
Kane sighed aloud. "I don't know."