Chapter 6

Jaxine buried her head in her hands as she cried, not caring about her makeup right now, shaking her head back and forth. She didn't want this, she hadn't signed up for this, and now she had to endure everything Undertaker did to her. He loved tormenting and belittling her, forcing her to do things against her will with manipulation and blackmail. She couldn't stop the tears from coming, not even when a knock sounded at the dressing room door and Kane walked in, no Paul in sight. She looked up at him the gentle giant, wiping her tears away, and got up, closing the door behind him. He came just as Undertaker said he would, he must've really cared about her and was worried sick.

"Kane, listen to me. We don't have much time." She wiped her tears away, waving him away when he caught one on her cheek. "Listen to me, I want you to listen." She looked into his mismatched blue eyes, working her magic on him and calming him down. "I'm staying with Undertaker to protect you. As long as I'm with him by his side, he won't lay a finger on you. So please, you have to let me go. You have to let me do this."

Kane shook his head, clearing his throat hesitantly, knowing if he used his voice box, he could be heard outside the door. "Come with me." He rasped quietly. "I'll protect you." He stared down at her, seeing the pain and sadness in her eyes, wanting to get angry, but for her sake, restrained himself. "He can't hurt me any worse then he already has." He gestured to his mask and covered arm, torso, knowing she had seen the burn scars.

"I don't want him hurting you." She whispered, touching his masked face with her hand, swallowing hard when he took her hand in his, pressing it over his heart. "You can't protect me, not from him. Please Kane; he said he'd kill you if I didn't stay." She knew that was a little drastic, but she had to find someway to push him away without completely destroying him. "Just let me do this for you, okay?" She pressed her hand over his heart, gently backing him out the door, heartbroken tears in her eyes. "Please, let me do this." She kept whispering, her voice like warm honey, soothing and calm all in one. "Goodbye my gentle giant." She whispered before shutting the door in his face and locking it, dropping to her knees, and wrapped her arms around herself as she felt sick to her stomach.

Kane had barely rounded the corner when he walked right into his brother, halting and growling.

"Goodbye my gentle giant." 'Taker mocked, tapping his head and revealing an earpiece. "Kane, if you fell for that, then you are dumber then I gave you credit for. If I wanted you dead, you'd be DEAD, with or without her." He sidestepped his sibling, walking away. "Though I do prefer her to stay, she IS a lovely thing, isn't she?"

Jaxine was lying on the couch, her back to the door, having cried herself to sleep. She was exhausted mentally, physically and especially emotionally. She was doing what she was thought was right for Kane. She hated Undertaker, absolutely despised him, and couldn't wait until he got 'bored' with her so she could leave this horrible place. She slept uneasy, her breathing heavy with a black curtain over her face, hiding her tear stained porcelain face.

He stood over her, shaking his head. What a worm. 'Taker would keep her around just for the pleasure of tormenting Kane. Granted, her eyes were a bonus when she wasn't pulling her hypnotic act and the scar on her neck always sent a chill down his spine when he caught a glimpse of it. But he pushed those things out of his mind. This was business; his own little quirks would just have to wait.

She slowly opened her eyes about an hour later and slowly looked around, seeing she was still in her nightmare as Undertaker shadowboxed in the corner. She slowly sat up on the couch, running a hand through her hair before standing up and going into the bathroom, grabbing her bag as she went. She stopped when his hand shot out, grabbing her arm, and looked back up into his acid, uncaring eyes with her warm golden amber ones, complete defeat in them.

"I did it." She whispered softly and felt his hand slide from her arm as she went to redo her makeup.

"Quite well." He said, sounding sickeningly pleased with himself. "Kane was quite distraught when I seen him in the hallway. Something about a gentle giant comment, I believe." He shrugged, taking her place on the couch, draping his arms along the back of it. "I would hate to be anyone who got in his way tonight; last I knew he was on a rampage." 'Taker snorted, looking grimly amused. "He'll probably wind up back in the insane asylum."

Jaxine ignored everything he said, redoing her makeup before walking back out and sat on the couch as far away from him as she possibly could. She stared at the floor, crossing one leg over the other, and leaned back against the couch as she sighed gently. She didn't lie to Kane because Undertaker had threatened his life by her watching him dead on the news if she left. Everything she'd said was the truth and as long as she could protect Kane, that's all that mattered. She pressed a hand to her cross necklace and began fingering it, hoping Kane was careful on his rampage and knew she was one of the only ones who could calm him down.

'Forget about him.' She thought, coaching herself and closed her eyes.

'Taker was beginning to roar with laughter, watching the monitor from his perch on the couch. Kane was being held down by officials while Paul Bearer tried to calm him down. This was simply too sweet to miss. He was out the door in seconds, moving as quickly and as quietly as a panther. It didn't take much to find them; all he needed to do was follow the trail of destruction, leaning against the wall, knowing the mere sight of him would send Kane completely out of control.

It did. It also sent officials flying as Kane struggled to get to his brother.

Jaxine was out the door and ran past Undertaker, shoving him away from her as she ran through the black curtain and down to the ring. "Move!" She shouted to the officials, seeing them holding him down, staring down into Kane's eyes. "You have to calm down, calm down Kane." She pleaded with him, ignoring Paul's startled expression and gasped when Kane pulled her into a near crushing hug. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck before being placed on her feet, nodding at the officials. "It's alright." She assured them quietly, feeling Kane grab her hand and looked up at him with a reassuring smile. She tensed when the arena suddenly darkened, feeling Kane pull her to stand in back of him, backing up to where he could protect her the best of his ability. "Kane, no!" She cried out, seeing he wasn't listening as the lights went back on, seeing Undertaker standing there looking madder than a raging bull.

He stared at her like she had lost her mind, rage burning like fire in his green eyes. He pointed to the spot in front of him, ignoring Kane's warning growl. "Jaxine..." His tone was filled with warning, daring her to disobey him.

Kane shoved her behind him, refusing to let her go back to the Undertaker, refusing to let her protect him like this, at her own expense.

Paul could only watch on thinking this had panned out better then he had originally planned.

Jaxine narrowed her eyes at the delight in Paul's eyes before letting out a blood curdling shriek, tackling the fat ass to the mat, watching as his ass bounced since he was so big. "This is all because of you!!" She shrieked out, beginning to hit him with everything she had, fighting off Kane as he tried pulling her off of him, but she just went right back to attacking Paul, giving him a bloody nose and black eye. "You stupid bastard!! This is all because of you!!" She'd seen his eyes, the look in them, it was pure delight, he was ENJOYING these brothers annihilating each other. She was finally pulled back by the waist, knowing it was Kane, her amber eyes turning a dark gold that had fire burning in them.

'Taker frowned, wondering just what exactly had she seen to go off like that and slid from the ring, stalking the wounded Paul.

Kane let her go in order to help 'Taker roll Paul into the ring, the brothers working together without even realizing it, the way they moved so similar.

"You have some explaining to do." 'Taker said gravely, staring down at the man. "Before Kane sets Jaxine loose again."

She was breathing heavily and leaning back against the corner, wanting to attack that fat bastard again, but refrained when Kane gave her a look that told her to stay put. "Go ahead, tell them! I know you didn't bring me on the road JUST to be Kane's valet, you prick!" She slowly pushed back and walked over to him, looking up into Kane's confused mismatched blue eyes. "That night he left us high and dry with Undertaker, he told me I would need your protection because he saw something on me he wanted. Then Undertaker told me he hired me for a distraction. Paul never got a chance to tell me why else he hired me for." She seen the color drain out of his face and glared viciously, knowing she was right. "He hired me to drive a wedge between the two of you even more, to make you think you were taking something precious away from Kane and vice versa." She explained and kicked Paul in the stomach for his troubles before Kane pulled her back again to stand behind him.

"Nice plan actually." 'Taker mused, rolling Paul over with his foot when the fat man tried to crawl out of the ring. "And WHERE do you think you're going? I do admire your cunning, Paul, really I do. But...your scheming is troublesome when it involves me." He glanced at Kane. "She's still coming with me, brother."

Kane took a step forward, ready to go back to fighting.

"What is wrong with you?" She stared at Undertaker in disbelief, blinking, feeling Kane begin pulling her back to stand behind him and slowly slid his gloved hand from her, shaking her head. "I have to go." She stated softly, hating to see the torment in his eyes and wondered what else Undertaker wanted from her. "Please don't lose your temper again, okay?" She pleaded with him, pressing her hands against his chest, biting her bottom lip when she felt Undertaker's hand wrap around his upper arm, pulling her out of the ring. "Stay calm." She backtracked up the ramp way, looking back at Kane before disappearing through the black curtain.

"I'm evil, that's what's wrong with me." He informed her. "Like I said, Paul had a very good idea. It worked just as much as it backfired, though he didn't need to try so hard. Kane and I will hate each other till the day the world ends. No assistance required." He pushed open his dressing room door and ushering her inside. "Humor a madman, Jaxine and it'll buy your freedom."

"What are you talking about?" She demanded, turning around to face him, searching his green eyes while her eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you want from me?" Her voice was softer, but she never broke eye contact from him, trying to find the answers to her questions. "Please, I'm so confused here. Help me understand, Undertaker." She plead with him, her hand pressing gently against his chest, genuine confusion evident in her eyes.

He held her hand against his chest, staring down at her intently. "I've told you before, I'm curious about you. If you would just...talk, to me, answer questions without sarcasm...humor me, Jaxine." He sounded almost lonely, though that quickly disappeared. "I do grow bored of people eventually; I doubt you'll last a week." He added, both insulting her and giving her hope.

"What do you want to know about me?" She ripped her hand out of his grasp, not believing he insulted her that way, slowly shaking her head. "I'm not talking to you about my past and I KNOW that's what you want to know. Forget it! It's not going to happen. It's none of your damn business and I'm not going to let you force me into talking about it!" She was livid and squared her shoulders, rubbing the back of her neck.

He walked over to open the door. "Fine. Then leave." He ordered, seeing her preparing to argue, rolling his eyes. "You're so damned worried about Kane..." He shook his head. "But apparently not enough. That was your last chance." When she just stared at him, he picked her up, physically hauling her out the door. "Go on, run. That's what you want so go."

The torment in her amber eyes stared back at him as she slowly backed away before walking down the hall, wrapping her arms around herself, her bag over her shoulder since he'd collected it while kicking her out. She felt lower than trash and felt the tears trickle down her cheeks, beginning to run as fast as she could out of the arena. The night air blew across her face as she raked a hand through her black hair, cursing her scar to the depths of hell before walking into the darkened night, not having anywhere else to go.

He groaned, not actually believing she had done it. He'd been banking on her apparently never ending fountain of charity to keep her in line. Somewhere he had underestimated Jaxine's own sense of self-preservation. "Damned fool woman." He snarled, knowing she'd probably freeze to death or wind up mugged out there, sighing and following in her steps.