A/N Alright, guys. Little change of plans. Because I took so long to update this, with the major changing of storylines, I'm going to have to skip ahead a few months in the figurative plot to make my story work. Don't worry, I'll explain it all. With Kane losing his title, I needed to completely change everything around. I fought with deciding whether or not to delete the last chapter and starting fresh from there. I decided instead to take it as a challenge and work forward from there. The story makes a very big change from here on out, I do so hope you'll enjoy it.

And my apologies for my slow timing in updating, it's been a very busy few months, including me being on vacation for two months and having little access to a computer for the first few. I can't say that with me moving and going to a new school the updates won't be few and far between, but I've made the decision that they'll be there. I hope ya'll are there with me.

Disclaimer: I own none of these fine performers, nor the characters that they portray. Neither do I own the band Chiodos, although I do think that they a darn fine group.

Kane walked down the hall, softly smirking to himself. He had had a very interesting few months, after all. He was excited at the prospect of moving back to WWE'S flagship show, only to lose the title that he was so proud to gain, shortly thereafter. To top it all off, that harlot, that temptress, that apple of his eye (NO! QUIT THINKING LIKE THAT!) Lita was signed to the same show to which he was drafted.

He felt somewhat relieved when she had injured herself shortly after being signed, spraining and twisting her ankle in a match with Mickie James, a move that was by no means fatal but would put her out of contention for several months.

However…he couldn't help but feel a small twinge deep in gut that made him cringe every time he thought too long about it. His brain reminded him that this was called either guilt, or empathy.

He politely reminded his brain to fuck off, as he did most other nosy little voices that would decide to intrude when they were not wanted.

But the damage was done; although he constantly tried to remind himself that he hated her, even though he knew it was only because of newfound longing, his pain and suffering by her absence, sparked so much stronger by her sudden reappearance in one of his greater times of need, caused him to lash out in unspeakable ways.

He had a hunger.

Usually, he satisfied this hunger with women, in many various ways, both disgusting and oddly beautiful to his way. Ah, the blood could write a thousand stories, the screams could inspire a thousand symphonies.

While these gratuitous, yet thankfully not murdersome, exploits were few and far between, he felt a stronger urge driving him.

He felt an urge that he had not felt for a great while, an urge that had only struck him on several occasions throughout his life.

An urge that grew, steadily, unknowingly, until it became such an insurmountable presence that not to satisfy it would rip apart the very center of his being, destroying him in the process. He had had a similar urge with Lita, but that was an urge so great and beautiful that juxtaposed next to the hankering for destruction he now felt it was like looking at two diametrically opposed fields of a spectrum, the very chasm betwixt heaven and hell.

He had not felt this way since he was unmasked, another event that had "unleashed the monster", and he felt the compulsion to do horrible things, namely to Shane McMahon and his family. In weaker doses he had found the need present with others; Rob Van Dam, etc.

When he was younger he was a tempest, ruled unbegrudgingly by his emotions, serving his every whim and desire, a perpetual flame under his ass, driving him to hurt to maim, to torture. This had begun from a very young age…It wavered in and out, but the only one who could ever truly satisfy it in a way that allowed him both to exercise and to conquer it was…No! he told himself. Quit thinking of her! You've got everything you want at the moment!

He sighed deeply at his momentary lapse in judgement…they were becoming a bit more common nowadays…but he had his treat to help coax them back into their senility, as he hoped they would die off altogether.

His pains gradually dimmed and his thoughts waxed back to his latest indulgence…

He knew that no normal circumstance would allow him to satisfy his craving…it was a very particular craving…One that was started by a mere chance whilst passing in the hall…

FLASHBACK

Kane walked gingerly down the hall, savoring the few moments of peace and inner quietude he always experienced post-victory, a haunting tune stuck in his head, (in this case, Lexington by Chiodos is what had struck his fancy...always a favorite of…hers…although he chose not to remember that subconsciously) others scurrying out of the way in their usual frightened manner.

He was passing somewhat out of the shadows into the corners of the arena inhabited by other living beings, (that is, those who didn't make their homes throughout the many tunnels and passageways, clamoring desperately throughout the darkness, never to find reprieve from their squalid existence...although Kane would argue humans did the same thing) when he stopped dead in his tracks, having heard a voice that peaked both his interest and his fury. It was Rey Mysterio, saying words to some unknown party whilst walking out of the trainer's office.

"Yeah, but the best part is when Dominic helped his little sister with it. We were so proud…"

Kane's hand shot against the wall to prevent his body from falling over; his body was wracked with the convulsing of labored breathing. Any of the anger that usually inhabited his being he had felt moments before was merely irksome when compared to the pure seething rage he felt at this moment.

What truly angered Kane, at the heart of the matter, was not his former opponent's lack of concern over his physical well-being, or the fact that he had happened to chance across Kane at a moment when he was blocked off from outward existence, one of his few moments of peace, but rather, the subject matter of his conversation.

The inner demons, passing silently through the passageways of his inner mind, began their devilish work by reframing his evil urges to center on a new focus; every strand that had been focused on outward now focused itself on this man.

Kane's bottom lip curved up gently into a grin.

For, in this small man, was represented all that reprehensible to Kane's eye; virtue, family…love.

All that had been taken from him was received in this man without a backward glance.

Kane no longer shook. He had a new focus, a new purpose.

As his traditional parting words floated down the hall, nonchalantly, forgotten at their utterance, Rey made the somewhat fatal mistake of stepping into the shadows, the place where Kane and the demons in his mind had so chosen to make their abode.

With hardly a thud, Mysterio fell, coerced ever so gently by Kane's awaiting arms into the darkness.

There was silence, both in the outer realm and in Kane's ever troubled head. Finally, he had found an outlet for peace.

END FLASHBACK

Maybe now you'll begin to understand why Kane does the things he does… Don't worry…this has a good plotline and hopefully you all will enjoy it, my luvvies. Lita makes her much-awaited re-appearance next chapter. Warning: the themes in this story take a turn for the worst from this point on, I'm afraid. No more PG-13. I promise I'll try to let you enjoy the ride as much as I do…please leave me some love and advice.

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