Hello all! I'm back again, with another chapter. It's fairly short, but only because the next one is very long...you'll see. I tried breaking it up into different sections, but it didn't work, so I'll post it all as one big KABOOM! XD

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Anyway, as always, thanks so much to everyone who reads and reviews! The next chapter is done, but I'm trying to make it perfect...as I am with all of the remaining chapters. Should be interesting...I hope... (cue dramatic music)

Alright, enough babbling, onto the story!

Shawn looked anxiously at his watch, and then around the arena. Less than two hours remained until the show started, and he hadn't seen any sign of 'Taker, or Hunter for that matter. Seeing as it was a Super Show, he expected to see at least one of them by now…

Again, he found himself riding to the arena with Kevin, who wouldn't leave him alone for more than a few minutes at a time. Deep down, Shawn was thankful for Kevin's continual presence--it kept him from worrying too much about his AWOL boy friends.

"Speak of the Devil," Shawn said aloud with a slight frown as Triple H walked through the door, brown eyes scanning the room quickly, almost nervously. When they at last fell on Shawn, Hunter all-but ran over to the Heartbreak Kid, hugging him tightly. With a dark and sad look in his eyes, he kissed Shawn full on the lips, lingering there for several long, sweet moments.

"What on Earth was that for?" HBK asked, eyes still closed, reeling a little. It had been one hell of a kiss…

Hunter smiled. "Something of an apology," he said softly, taking Shawn's hand. "I've been so busy lately…I know I've been ignoring you, and I'm sorry." He embraced Shawn again, crushing the smaller man's body against his. "I love you so much," he whispered, reluctantly taking a step back.

Shawn, however, had him by the shoulders. "Hunt, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me." The Heartbreak Kid placed his hand on Hunter's forehead. "I can see right through you, you know. So tell me what's wrong, please. You're upset about something…"

Triple H sighed. "You have no idea," he admitted. "But Shawn, I swear, I'll tell you everything after tonight. It's a long story, and I have to go get ready for my match."

"Alright," Shawn relented. "But, Hunter, promise me you'll tell me what's wrong later."

Hunter smiled, and started to walk away from Shawn with a lingering glance. "I promise," he said before hurrying off in another direction.

Shawn shook his head and watched him go before slowly starting the trek back to the RAW dressing room. He made it half-way there before a shadow at the edge of his sight caught his attention. Normally, he would have started at such a large pool of darkness, but Shawn knew this shadow well, which is why when he turned to it, instead of running away, he walked towards it.

"Hey, Shawn," the Undertaker said with something of a sad smile. "I'm sorry I haven't seen you in so long… Something else required my attention. But it'll be over after tonight."

Shawn nodded. "It's okay. I missed you and Hunter like crazy, but I figure you had a good enough reason, and I trust you."

'Taker winced inwardly at that, but kept his expression neutral. "Shawn…thanks for being so patient with me. I promise you won't be disappointed in the end." He reached over and took Shawn in his arms, breathing in the scent of Shawn's golden hair, pressing their bodies close as though trying to borrow some of Shawn's warmth and light for himself.

"I love you," the Undertaker said softly, kissing Shawn once on the forehead before pulling away. Shawn's blue eyes looked up at him--full of concerns, and questions, but also love--and Mark felt his heart beating hard in his chest.

'Damn, I can't lose focus,' he thought, forcing himself to turn away from the angelic man in front of him.

The angelic man who loved the man he was about to beat to a bloody pulp.

"I'll see you later tonight," the Deadman said quickly. "I have to get ready for my match." He seemed to fade into the shadows again, and Shawn watched him go.

'He's acting weird too…Right after my match, I'm going to have a word with him and Hunter. This is just too strange, even for me.'

With a sigh, the Heartbreak Kid began walking to the locker room again, mind very much on Hunter and 'Taker. In the back of his mind he wondered how he would ever be able to focus on his match tonight.

Triple H stood in the parking garage, well away from the production truck and any possible cameramen, who had a tendency to lurk. He was early, but he needed a few moments to prepare himself for what was to come. Although he had his doubts leading up to tonight, at this moment he quelled them all, completely becoming the Game, the Cerebral Assassin. He became the man he was while he was embroiled in a bitter feud against Shawn--a steel-hearted, cruel, merciless man. To help fuel his rage and conviction, he imagined the satisfaction he would feel once he had spilled the Undertaker's blood. The Undertaker, who had caused him and Shawn so much pain.

"I'll kill that fucker," Triple H said aloud, voice barely above a cold whisper. And he realized in the second he said it that he meant it. Given the chance, he would literally kill the Undertaker, and then throw his corpse in the ocean. "I hate him."

The entire time Hunter had been thinking, goosebumps had been forming on his arms. It seemed to get colder and colder, and soon he became aware of a icy wind circulating through the garage. From the deepest shadow stepped the Undertaker, face completely without emotion, eyes devoid of life or light. His pale skin seemed even more pale, his hands hanging at his sides.

He truly looked to be the living dead in that moment.

"Helmsley," he said in a low, scratching baritone, send chills up the addressee's spine, one word that held all the menace of a thousand threats.

Shawn jumped up and down at the entrance to the stage, warming up and trying to focus. He had a match tonight against Mr. Kennedy, and he knew that the young man had a lot to gain if he managed to beat the Heartbreak Kid here tonight. HBK's mind was still very much on Hunter and Mark, though, and he felt a shudder run down his spine. A feeling of foreboding had been growing in the pit of his stomach since he had spoken with them earlier tonight, and he knew that it wouldn't go away until he sat down and had a nice long talk with them. He wasn't sure exactly what his gut feeling was trying to tell him, but from the way it made him feel sick, he wasn't certain that he wanted to know.

But once "Sexy Boy" began to play, Shawn managed to clear his mind of all worries. He had a match tonight, and he was determined to go out there and do what he always did--steal the show.

The Heartbreak Kid strutted down to the ring, slapping high-fives to the fans, posing in the ring as his pyro went off behind him. With a deep breath, he finished centering himself, and looked over towards the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponent for tonight.

"Kennedy!"

So, Hunter and 'Taker are in the garage, ready to kill one another, and Shawn's in a match...I wish someone would stop them!

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