Chapter 13 The race to escape
They had to get out of the arena, before it was too late. Dean Ambrose may have bided them some time, but it wouldn't be enough for a clean getaway. "Brock, what are they talking about when they mentioned this Necromancer? Why do they think it's me?" said the Undertaker.
Brock was silent before he found the answer. "They tell me he is legendary. The Necromancer is able to raise the dead and what not, but his power can extend beyond that when needed. If he is able to use every bit of his strength, he could make it so that if one of our equals dies in one realm, it won't affect those of another."
"So where does that leave us? What version would they want dead?" asked Daniel Bryan.
"The ones who can stop them." Said the Undertaker.
He paused for a moment as he suddenly held his head in pain. "Ugh, my head is killing me." He muttered.
"We got to get him to a safe place." Said Kane. But then an idea came. "Come with me, all of you and try to look normal!"
"Coming from the naked demon man." Muttered Roman Reigns.
Kane growled he got everyone to the back, looking about he spotted something of use. "To the bus!" he said.
Much to the surprise of those around him, Kane led them to the Authority bus that takes them from arena to arena. He got everyone aboard before taking the driver's seat. "Uh Kane, don't you need a key for this? Not to mention don't you usually have a driver?" asked Daniel.
Kane smiled as he went into the glove compartment. He found a pair of unused driving gloves and pulled out a key from within. He started the bus up and sped out of the arena. "Man it's so much easier driving without shoes on."
"Please don't remind us of that… were are we going anyway?" asked Brock.
"We're going to see the wise man!"
"I thought he was already on the bus." Said Bryan.
"That's the smart ass wise man, in our reality he's the crack pot, and I doubt he has moved from the spot where I left him."
As Kane drove, Daniel kept checking on the Undertaker. His headache wasn't going away, as well his equal form was starting to lose its luster. The once glowing purple marks on his arms began to fade. His eyes turned back to their piercing green color as the skulls upon his jacket began to crack and fall apart. "What's happening to you? Are you okay?" asked Roman.
"Do I look okay?" muttered the Deadman. "Something isn't right. I can feel it and it's slowly seeping out of me. It is like my life is leaving my body."
"Kane, you might want to step on it!" called Roman.
The bus began to accelerate, Kane sped through the streets but found his actions weren't going unnoticed. A siren was heard coming from behind the bus. "Damn it, we don't need this now!" said Brock.
Kane however wasn't worried. He pulled the bus over as his head kinked oddly to the left. "si itrewica nomeno." Said his demon equal.
The bus fell silent as the police officer came to the door, he tapped on the door and was probably expecting to see a normal face. Yet the door was quick to open, Kane jumped out and gave a demonic roar into the streets. One that cracked the windows and made everyone who walked out at night freeze in terror. There was an odd silence before he climbed back on to the bus. He closed the doors, sat back down and drove away.
"What the hell just happened?" said Roman.
"I don't think you want to know." Whispered Brock.
Lesnar peered out the window as he saw the Policeman stand there perfectly still, white as a sheet. "Yeah, don't want to know…" he muttered.