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Chapter 11

Yes, I am getting stronger. I love the feel of myself building up. Soon I will be in control indefinitely. Right now I'll do Glen a little favor. He's tired because I've been filling his sleep with all sorts of lovely little forgotten mementos and treasures. It's so much fun to play this game. It's so exhilarating to watch him wear down. He is like the balding tread of a worn tire and soon I know he'll have a blow out and then he'll be in tatters that can never be pieced back together. I listen as I usurp Glen's voice with mine and hear my laughter boom through the cab of the truck. Now, on to this favor I'm doing for him. Glen is too wiped out to drive all the way home, so I will! I crack my knuckles then grip the wheel of the truck. This should be fun. I wonder how fast I can get this thing to fly?

I wheel out of the hotel parking lot with shrieking tires. A half-crazed smile hangs lopsidedly onto my face. I make my way out to the highway blowing through the flashing yellow light in town and honking at all the slow old ladies scooting their cars along the road as they go home from church. I step on the gas and listen to the whir of the engine as I merge onto the highway with all these other idiot people. I don't really like people very much.

I turn on Glen's radio and wrinkle up my nose. He has no taste in music. I fish around until I find something fast and angry sounding with a thumping bass line and leave it there. Maybe if I floor it enough, I can make it home to Jenna before Glen fights me away and comes out again. Now that could be interesting. She's no Barbie doll but she's definitely not hard on the eyes. I can imagine her eyes sparkling with terror as I do things to her in ways Glen would never do. Glen is just a big softy, he has too much heart, he's too kind and gentle. Who knows? Maybe Mrs. Jacob's would like the way I roll. I laugh again, louder and longer, relishing the sound of my voice. I get sick and tired of Glen's droning on all the time. No matter, soon enough I will never hear or see him again. It will just be me as it should be.

Glen doesn't understand things. I've tried to nudge him in the right direction but he still hasn't put it all together. He's slow I guess. I'm not. Oh, I guess someone else noticed that too. I look up to see red and blue lights flashing in my mirror. I swing Glen's truck to the shoulder of the road and wait. I can't help but leer as I lean over the steering wheel and wait for the pig to come my way. I watch in the mirror as the door of the black and white swings open and out steps the unfortunate soul who has interrupted my insane flight towards Glen's home. I almost laugh when I see this joke of a cop walking towards the truck. He's all buggy eyed and slight built but he walks with a swagger as though he's something real tough. He reminds me of Barney Fife. As he approaches and sees my face I watch his pompous demeanor melt away. His eyes twitch back and forth nervously and his hand strays to the butt of his gun out of caution. He tries to cover his nerves with an exaggerated smile. What a joke!

"Excuse me sir, license, registration, and proof of insurance?"

I turn my profile slowly until he can see me right on and his smile drops from his face and he gets even more twitchy and buggy-eyed. He probably thinks I'm some hideous psychopathic murderer who is fleeing some horrific crime scene. I grin my crooked grin and hand over what he wants. He goes to take the little plastic ID card from my outstretched hand and I can't resist but to jerk it back like a kid playing keep away. He scowls at me and I just chuckle in a low rumble.

"Mr. Glen Jacobs…" He narrows his eyes at me.

"Actually, it's Kane."

"Sir, can you step out of the vehicle p-please?"

"Of course." When I step down from the truck he shrinks back and the poor coward nearly faints dead away. I loom over him like he's a child and I just love that I'm scaring the hell out of him. I glare at him and curl my hands into tight clenched fists.

"I have somewhere I need to be. You let me be on my way, and I'll let you be on yours." I growl at him. Suddenly I notice from the corner of my eye that another officer is ambling towards me. This one is a big old boy with a donut gut that bumps up and down as he walks towards us. He hitches up his pants and turns his head sideways to hock out some tobacco juice. He steps up beside us and sticks his thumbs behind his belt.

"You ain't givin' my rookie any trouble are ya big fella?" He drawls. I shrug.

"Well, no sir. If I was giving him trouble then I might do this." I grab the trembling rookie around the neck and he starts to flail around. It's close to being comical. He's so damn terrified he doesn't even think to grab for his gun. The lard ass however draws his and I turn to see it pointed in my face. One of his hands steadies the gun and the other pushes a button on his radio. I pluck the gun away from him easily and toss it away. He turns to run but he's slow and I grab him around the neck too. I look from the obese flatfoot in my left hand to the rookie in my right hand. The skinny kid is in tears. I go to do a double choke slam and rid the highway of their stupidity but the rotund cop manages to wriggle away. I slam the rookie down hard onto the guardrail and turn to deal with this other one who just shot me with mace. Luckily my back was turned and not enough got in my face to really stop me from going after the fat man as he tries to run—more like power waddles—back to his cruiser. I grab him with one hand clutching his neck and the other tucked under his duty belt for leverage. I raise him up as high as his great weight will allow and I choke slam him into the hood of the black and white. The hood of the cruiser crinkles and crunches beautifully as his ample weight comes crashing downward. The officer gives out a defeated groan and passes out. This is so much fun! I climb back into Glen's truck and continue on towards home. Well, Glen's home.

It shouldn't take that long to get home. I mean, Vicksburg wasn't that far away from home anyway. However I realize Glen was so stressed out about the whole thing he didn't eat anything yesterday. Then he slept late today and not long after he woke up and went to his truck I took over. It's now around four o'clock which means Glen and I have gone about two days without eating and my stomach is now grumbling at me to feed it. I pull in at a combination gas station-diner. The sign says 'Eat at Joy's and Get Gas'. Sounds like my kind of place. I park Glen's truck and go in to the diner and sit down. In a few minutes I have a hot waitress flirting with me and a hot plate of food in front of me. What more can a guy want? Well personally, a little fire might kick things up a notch.

"You're so big and strong…I'd love to be wrapped up in those arms." The blonde leans over, the tops of her milky white breasts spill forth, and she gives my arm a good squeeze feeling the toned muscle.

"Give me some good service and I might give you a big tip." I growl to her. Her eyes grow wide when she takes what I said and twists it into perversion. Her eyes sparkle as she must be imagining something kinky.

"Oh, I give excellent service. I always like to get a big tip." She giggles and scurries away to get a coffee pot to freshen my cup. I just lean back and watch her ass bounce. It is pretty nice.

She gets distracted with a plump woman who pulls her aside and starts to complain about her chili. When the waitress comes back around to me I'm finished with my meal. She starts to pour steaming hot liquid into my mostly empty cup but I hold up a hand to stop her.

"That's okay." I stand from the booth and start to walk past her. She clings to my arm and whines.

"Wait a minute…I thought you was gonna give me a tip." She grins and puts her finger to her lips and then pokes the point of her tongue out and licks the tip of her finger. She giggles.

"Her's a tip for you…" I lean in close to her ear and whisper. "Your shoe is untied."

I straighten back up and watch as she bends over to tie her shoe. Her short skirt rides up showing the bottom of her cheeks and a tear in her panty hose. I give her rear a hard slap and walk away leaving her there. She's probably pouting. I go to pay for my dinner and notice the things on the counter. There's a clear case with rolls of scratch off lotto tickets, a holder with cigars, a basket of mints, a box taking donations to a local charity, and a small case with some Zippo lighters inside. Of course, this catches my attention. The lighters don all sorts of designs. One has a four leaf clover, on has the number of Jeff Gordon the Nascar driver, there's one with a Budweiser logo. I continue to scan the case and stop on one that is particularly interesting. I point at it.

"I'll take that too."

The lady opens the case and pulls out a shiny new silvery lighter with the black and red WWE logo on it. I head to the doors to leave this place. My attention is on the lighter as I flick open and closed the lid. I'm stopped short from opening the door when something tugs at my jeans. I turn to see a boy smiling up at me timidly, his huge blue eyes glitter with admiration.

"You…you're Kane aren't you?"

"I am."

His face should probably shatter with the enormous grin that breaks out on it.

"Awesome! I knew it was you!" He cheers and pumps his fist in the air. "Can I have your autograph please Mr. Kane sir? You're my favorite!" He holds up a napkin.

"Sure kid." I realize I don't have a pen. But then again that doesn't matter. I've thought of something better. I take out my newly acquired lighter and flip the top up. I bring forth the brilliant little flame and touch it to the corner of the napkin and watch as it eats away at the flammable paper. The kid shrieks and drops the napkin to the floor and stomps on it. Why stomp it out? It's a thing of beauty. I leave him to his stomping and part ways with the gas station-diner. This has been a really good day but it can only get better. I need to head home to Glen's Jenna and see what fun I can have there.

As I drive towards Glen's home my mind wanders to the last time I was out. I don't mean just sticking my nose out here and there when I find some weakness in Glen. What I mean is when I was in control and not locked away within. It was right after the fire. It's not something I like to think of. I was so out of my mind by then and I can't remember many coherent thoughts, mostly just intense emotions that make me want to exact violence and pain at the one who started it. His face dances in my minds eye, it flickers like a fickle illusion, like heat waves rising from pavement. His piercing green eyes rape my emotions leaving me raw and ragged. I hate him for what he did! Rage begins to consume and my foot once again leans heavy on the gas as my blood bubbles in unbridled ire. I zoom past other cars weaving in and out dangerously close but I don't care. I really don't see the vehicles around me or the road in front of me just a deep, red, blur of wrath blots out all. Damn it, I shouldn't have let Mark get to me. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me. It's a strength to some point but when it messes with my mind it betrays me to weakness and then…

"Shit!" I jerk my foot back from the gas and swerve the truck to avoid plowing into the back of a semi. What was Kane doing? My heart pounds against my sternum like stampeding stallions as I manage to get the truck stopped on the shoulder. My hands tremble as I pull them away from the steering wheel and wipe sweat from my brow. That was intense. Out of all times for him to shove his way to the surface he has to do it while driving. I sit back in my seat for a moment to gather my wits and make sure I didn't pee myself. No, I seem to be dry.

I heave out a sigh and turn off the radio which was blaring heavy metal. I notice the photo album. It has been thrown from its place in the passengers seat to the floor board. I pick it up and run my hand over the cover. Just that small action makes me feel so tired. I'm emotionally worn from all of this shit.

"I'm done." I say to the unknowing album. "I'm done!" I scream at it and shake it like shaking the shoulders of someone to get a point across. I roll down my window and toss it out onto the highway. Papers and photos scatter across the pavement like a rain of troubled memories from my—or Kane's—or whoever's—mysterious past. A semi barrels down the roadway and runs over the thing crushing it and sending contents flying. What did I do? I don't even know. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea Glen. Who cares? I just want to go home and also quit talking to and answering myself. Jenna's going to have me committed before this whole thing is through. Should she Glen…should you be locked away? I know this is more than psychological. He's not just me living my character, he's not a split personality, he's…real. Well, he was real but he died in the fire. Mark and Bill had to have used these things from real life to base my character Kane. Maybe the spirit of the real Kane didn't like it. Am I…possessed? I laugh out loud at that thought. That stuff only happens in movies and I don't really believe in all that. It doesn't matter anyway because I said I'm done with this whole thing! I have to put my foot down and quit with this Kane stuff. I just have to be Glen and move on with my life. I need to get back home, I need to focus on Jen, I need to get back to work. I think I just need to do things to get some normalcy back to my life. I think throwing the album out was a good start. Listen Kane, this is Glen. I want you to leave me the fuck alone.

When I get home I wrap Jenna in my arms and cover her with a huge hug that I never want to break. At last however, I am forced to because I think my wife may be suffocating. I loosen my bear hug and she looks up into my face with a smile. Her wonderful blue eyes dazzle me with their shimmering beauty. I lose one of my hands in her soft strawberry-sunshine hair.

"Did you find what you needed baby?"

I plant a kiss to her lips. She makes me feel sane again. She clears my mind. She makes me realize with finality that I am putting this behind me. Her lips tug at mine wanting more but I pull away momentarily.

"I did. It's over sweetie. It's over Jen." Some how I don't feel quite convinced that it is, but I can't keep thinking that way. I have to believe I can move on with my life and leave these things behind. I have my wife to think of if not myself. I love her so much and I can't let this thing destroy my life. I scoop Jen into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses another kiss to my lips. I carry her into the bedroom and I spend the rest of the evening making sweet love to her and forgetting about Kane.

Glen thinks it's over, but he didn't ask Kane. Oopsy! Please review my lovely readers and thank you! Oh yeah, and just in case anyone noticed and thought I confused my facts, I know I had Kane mention something about after the fire, and according to the article Kane died in the fire. I know, it's meant to be that way it wasn't a mistake. You'll see later on. Sorry but I can't explain at this point. :)