For love or Gold

CHAPTER 11

The Deadman sat in silenced in the high back chair as the light from the fireplace danced. He was dressed in simple black robes, sipping on a gold goblet of red wine. The Chimes from the grandfather clock sounded nine times, his face staring intensely into the fire.

He couldn't get her face out of his head, he didn't want to leave her alone with Batista, regardless if they were blood related. She didn't deserve the fight that was going to happen after she released the hold on her brother, but it wasn't Mark's place to come between them. They would fight, make up, and everything would be back to normal for them.

Until it came to Wrestle Mania. He would have asked her to walk down the ramp with him, if his opponent was anyone else other than her brother. Or even be his 'date' and actually attend the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony for once. He wouldn't ask her, it would just place another strain on her relationship with her brother.

The Deadman understood the family loyalty to a certain degree, after all, wasn't Kane his bother in spirit and now blood? Yes, Mark was overjoyed and yet bewildered when he was reunited with Kane, even though the little brother had come to claim revenge on a memory that wasn't his.

Kane's mind had warped when the transformation had taken place, Mark felt it was his responsibility to take care of Kane, but he never led the monster by the hand though. He would let Kane make his choices, then just come out and give him a hand. Even though the Big Red Machine had betrayed him a few times in the past, Kane had made up for it a few times after.

The flames in the fire place grew larger and larger, until they took the shape of a man. The flames turned into flesh right before the eyes of the Phenom, he was used to his brother's entrance.

The Red Machine stood at full height, dressed in his ring costume. It seemed that he liked the image.

"Evening, Kane, what brings you here?" The Deadman asked as he took a sip of his goblet.

Kane chuckled insanely, "I just came by to see how it went last night…she was here, wasn't she?"

Mark raised an eyebrow at his brother, "Yes, she was…so?"

"Oh, come on 'Taker! I want all the juicy details! With an ass like that…"

"Watch what you say about her." Mark growled.

"Fine, whatever, but the important question is, did you nail her?"

"Nail?" Mark asked, "Is that what they call it now?" He raised himself from his chair and walked over to the fire place.

Kane walked up behind him, "Don't tell me you didn't fuck her!"

Mark gave his little brother a scowled look, "Nothing happened. Is that what you think I want her for?"

Kane unleashed an angered cry, Mark calmly took another drink as he watched his brother continue with his tantrum. He had no idea what had brought this on.

"I can't believe this! What I had to do! It was fucken cold out there…"

Mark threw his goblet across the room and grabbed his brother angrily, "What did you do Kane?"

Kane smiled, "What me? Nothing…I did…"

Mark pulled him closer, "Bull shit! I know what that smile means! What did you do Kane?"

The little brother chuckled, "Well, even though I was enjoying the rampage you were going through the last few months, I just couldn't handle the way you were sulking around…"

"Tell me you didn't…" The realization came to him quickly.

Kane's face changed from grinning, to serious, "I did it for you, my brother. I brought her back for you, so you could finally take what is rightfully yours."

Mark threw him on the floor and placed his hand on his head, this couldn't be happening.

"Why?" Was all the Deadman could say.

"Why?" Kane stood up, "Because we are monsters, you and I. We are what we were a hundred years ago. Just because we walk on this little rock in flesh doesn't change a fucking thing! I thought I got that back into your head when I buried you alive! It sickened me to see you walk around that ring, pretending to be one of them!"

"You had no right…" Mark began to say.

"Right? Hey, we have no rights being here right now, but we are. They're just humans, they reproduce like rabbits! What do we care weather they live or die? We are free from mortal rule since our creations. The fact doesn't change, we are what we are, before, now, forever! We are what their nightmares are made of, we do not hold their hands and make them feel better. We are monsters, now and forever. You just keep on forgetting that."

Mark looked back at his brother, his ramblings had made sense.

Kane began to grin again, "Ah, I see that you know I'm right. He crept closer to his eldest brother, "We are the darkness that claims their lights, we are what make children cry in the night. We can take what ever we want from this world, no one to stop us."

Mark closed his eyes, there was no future for him and Kayla, none what so ever. Kane was right, they were monsters, he didn't have a right into her human life, he wouldn't force her to live his either. No matter how she made him feel, there would be nothing more to this. But he wouldn't just take as Kane was trying to convince him of. No, he would never take her against her will, even though sometimes he felt it was her will that wanted the taking.

"There is very few times that you are right, brother. This is one of them. Perhaps I've been living with these humans for far too long."

"Now you're talking!" Kane slapped his hands together, "So, when do I get the juicy details?"

"Never." Replied The Deadman as he looked up at the painting.

The Lord of Darkness was looking back down at him, a true portrait of his inner soul. That is what he was, a monster, a creature created in darkness and born of Death, feeding on the souls of the living. He wasn't even close to human, except for the flesh of his outer shell. That's all it was, just a shell.

"Kane, I wish for you to leave me." Mark didn't even look at him.

Kane frowned like a scolded child, "Aw…don't tell me that you're going to sulk…"

"I SAID LEAVE!" The Deadman shouted, the house shook.

"Fine, I'll go. Just don't start that sulking again. Man, that was annoying…and really bad for your rep!"

The Big Red Machine's flesh turned to flames and leaped back into the fire place, Mark sat back down on his chair and placed his head in his hands. What little light of hope was now forever extinguished, he was what he was, and there was no room for the love of a human woman.

To be continued.