Chapter 8- Hell breaking loose- Dante.
I am in control!
Complete and utter control.
Not to worry, this won't go to my head. It will go to Kane's. I allow him to see what has happened in the locker room. What chaos is caused by our actions, he has become a voice of conscious to me. Yes, he tries to stop me every so often, but it appeals more to his monster side that lavishes and enjoys our hell raising events. It all started on Monday Night Raw. The Shield has been stalking CM Punk about; he is more than capable of taking them out, that I am certain. But I let them feel what it is like to be stalked.
They started out as three men on the hunt. As the night dwindled, I waited for two of them to lose focus of another. The first to fall was Seth, he made the mistake of looking away from his friends. I came out of the shadows, covered his mouth before he could scream and pulled him into the darkness without a sound. The two remaining men couldn't understand how they lost one of their own in a room with only one way in and out.
Not to worry, I didn't harm the boy named Seth. I let Punk deal with him and went after the other two. I needed to take out the larger man next, Reigns is one that could hold his own.
He would have been a good one on Miss Lee's list. Yet before I could, Kane began to speak. 'What are you doing? What does this prove? The Shield didn't take out Miss Lee. Why go after them?' he asked.
'Why not?' was my response.
There is always a reason for actions. Mine are no exception. This was part of the plan Serpentine has created, and it would be perfect to send a message to the authority in this manner. I watched and waited for Dean to turn away, just for a moment before I could take down Reigns. He is a hell of a fighter and struck with great force. Despite the blows, I hardly flinched. Kane was prepared to feel pain, but none of it reached him. He forgets, I am not human.
Reigns tired himself out rather quickly. I approached him and stuck in various pressure points on his body. He gasped and dropped to the ground. Knocked out and would be left as such.
It was time for Dean Ambrose!
He went out to the ring alone for the first time. Calling out Punk for taking down his friends. However, I stood on the ramp way as he nearly finished his rant. Our eyes locked, he shook his head in disbelief. "No, no it can't be you! Kane, listen to me! You are possessed, fight it!"
There was no flinch to me. There was no sign of Kane's struggling. So, I began to approach the ring. Slowly.
I was in no rush and Mr. Ambrose has nowhere to run and no friends to back him. I stood before the ring as he looked about, in hopes his friends would come. Just as slowly, I reached for the top rope and pulled myself up to the apron. When I entered the ring, I stared down at him. He looked about once more in worry and perhaps a glimpse of hope for help. When none was to be found, he looked at me with fear.
With no alternative he throw himself at me. His fists balled and nearly came to strike. But I caught his arm, my hand reached under him and merely nicked his sides. I have no intention of striking him in a way he would feel it. He tried time and time again to land a blow, and my hand would nick and cut. When he tired out, he turned to face me, confused to say the least to my actions. Then his vest fell apart.
His chest armor lay at his feet, he quickly retreated and ran up the ramp before I could do actual damage. Yet as he left, the authority confronted me.
Stephanie and Hunter stared down from the top of the ramp. "Hey, you!" called Triple H. I turned and stared at him. "I don't know what the hell is your problem is Kane. I gave you an opportunity to be director of operations, and this is the thanks we are given?"
I found a microphone near me. Curious thing, but I knew its function. "Kane… isn't here right now." I said calmly. "But rest assured, he is seeing everything I have done, and everything I continue to do."
Stephanie than spoke, "Kane, cut the crap! Grow up and stop this at once!" she demanded.
"You truly believe Kane is doing this in spite of you? If you wish to speak with him so badly, you could have just asked." My flesh contorted. I felt myself recede as I let Kane back in control. His face and all emerged once more as he screamed for Stephanie and Hunter to help him.
"I can't stop it! I can't control it, help me!" but as quickly as I let him out, I took over again. When I reemerged, their faces were pale as Stephanie looked like she was about to be physically ill to what she saw. Hunter had a hard time keeping his composure.
"Now then, you have two messages sent. I will keep this up, until Serpentine and I gain what we want. The Wyatts, and we punish them for what they have done to Miss Lee. Failure to accept these terms, I will set my sights on the face of the WWE. The one named Randy Orton will be first, then the one you call John Cena. I bare no ill will towards Cena, it is just business."
I dropped the microphone as the arena went black. When the lights came on again, I stood in the locker room's darkest area, leaving Stephanie and Hunter alone on the ramp way before their legion of fans.
I think I will enjoy this far more than I anticipated!