I am so, so sorry for the delay...I hit major writer's block on this story, and almost abandoned it...But, I knew that some of you really enjoyed it, and I wanted to finish it too! I begged my Muses, and they finally came through for me. I hope that you all are satisfied with where this went! It'll be 5 chapters total. Thank you all for your support and patience so far!

Bray circled Kane slowly, alternating between holding a large candle closer and further from the exposed skin on his captive's toned chest.

To his disappointment, however, the Big Red Machine didn't flinch—and there wasn't a hint of terror in his eyes either.

They simply seemed...dead.

"Are you finished yet?" Kane asked sardonically, not even blinking as the flame's tongue licked at his left nipple. "Because I'd much rather be sleeping. Or eating."

The leader of the Wyatt family shook his head, smiling the whole while as he extinguished the candle. "You and your brother are something else. You take turns being smart asses; it's starting to get me angry, a little. And if I get angry, I'm really going to hurt you."

The Big Red Machine smirked, more than a hint of madness in his gaze. "We're not afraid of you, Kid. No one is afraid of you. You call yourself the new face of fear, but you won't know true fear until you've tangled with the Brothers of Destruction."

Bray Wyatt snarled. For some reason, he had much less patience with Kane than he did with the Undertaker. And although he didn't question it at the time, he began to wonder, vaguely, if taking in the powers of the Brothers was changing his soul, too.

After all, there was a growing, painful, burning madness hovering at the edge of his mind that was making him lash out more than he ever had before in his entire life.

"So what are you afraid of, Little Brother?" the Eater of Worlds asked through clenched teeth—something he had never done until he drank the Undertaker's tears. "Enlighten me."

Kane seemed to consider the question.

"Not much...Maybe the wrath of my brother? Back in the day, it was the scorn and rejection of my father. Otherwise? Not many things get to me."

Bray held his arm up in the air, feeling darkness and lighting racing up and down his limbs. He pulled Kane in close, and pressed his hand against the older man's forehead almost gently.

Immediately, a painful shock encased the Big Red Machine's body, causing him to gasp in barely-suppressed agony.

"This wrath?" the Eater of World's taunted, only letting go when Kane slumped in his bonds. "Is this what you fear?"

Kane looked up at Bray through half-closed eyelids, breathing heavily as he tried to steady himself.

"You...don't get it," he managed to choke out, a crooked smile on his face. "I'm not afraid of my brother's power...I'm afraid of him. And you should be too."

"Explain."

"The Darkness that lives in him is now growing in you. My madness is in there as well. No human can contain it all. Especially not one so unworthy as yourself."

Before he could stop himself, Bray lashed out, punching the Big Red Machine square in the mouth. He had intended to only hit the man once, but rage over took his senses, until his found himself pummeling the older man, fists raining down on his victim's head, his torso, everywhere he could reach.

Several minutes passed. Bray noticed that Kane was very quiet now. As reason returned to him, he looked down and saw that the man was unconscious—though, of course, still smiling his torn, bloody smile.

Afraid of himself, the leader of the Wyatt family called in Braun and Luke.

"Bring the Deadman in here with his brother," he commanded, ignoring their questioning glances as they took in Kane's physical state. "I'm growing tired of their games. If I don't find a way to take their souls by tomorrow night, I'm just going to get rid of them."

While the two men rushed to obey, the couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that surrounded them whenever they were around their Leader. Something about him had been off since he'd brought the Undertaker and Kane to their hideout, though they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

What they did know for certain was that Bray Wyatt had never smiled like that before.

The Undertaker sat silently by his younger brother's motionless body, rage simmering in his glowing green eyes as he assessed the damage.

He waited, silent and grim, until Kane began to stir, grimacing as he sat up slowly.

"Damn," he muttered hoarsely, and was surprised to find that his brother took his head in his lap and held a bottle of water to his lips.

"Stole it from one of the stooges," the Deadman explained, sighing as he watched Kane drink the water all at once.

Though certainly not normal humans, the Brothers of Destruction were still in many ways mortal; and much time had elapsed since they'd been trapped in this hellish prison.

If Bray Wyatt didn't finish them off himself, the Undertaker feared that the physical and mental torture would do the job for him.

They had to escape. Now.

"Kane..." 'Taker began, sighing against, barely refraining from touching his brother's injured head. "I figured out a way to get out of here...but you're not going to like it."

The Big Red Machine raised an eyebrow—or, tried to, but found that his eyelid was too swollen to move very much.

"What do you mean?" he asked solemnly. "It's going to involve you getting hurt, isn't it?

"Something like that," the Undertaker said softly, shaking his head. "I mean, we're both going to get hurt, if I'm honest." He locked eyes with his younger brother, voice dropping to a low whisper.

"In fact, it's going to feel like dying..."

Kane swallowed hard, but nodded. His brother was in a rare mood: completely serious, and utterly concerned.

It was terrifying.

"Whatever it is...I trust you." Against his will, and through the pain in his face, the Big Red Machine smiled. "But, fuck it, if you betray me like before, I swear I'll come back to life and beat your ass back into the grave."

'Taker smiled in return, though his heart felt heavy with what they were going to have to do.

"Alright, Kane. Here's the plan..."

"Like it, Undertaker? I made it especially for you."

Though the Undertaker was unbound, Bray held his urn, and he could do nothing but stare and listen. The man had gone on and on about figuring out how to take his soul; and much to the Deadman's dismay, Bray wasn't entirely on the wrong track.

As evidenced by the large symbol that the Undertaker was no doubt soon to be crucified on.

"What about Kane?" 'Taker asked, pushing his own fears aside and laying the trap, realizing that their time was up.

Bray frowned. "I haven't figured that one out yet. But, no matter. Once you're gone, I'm sure he'll come around sooner than later."

The Undertaker shook his head stiffly. "Kane and I are very different...The only one who could even begin to figure out how to take his powers would be Paul Bearer...Rest his soul."

The Eater of Worlds rubbed his chin. "Ah, yes...His father. Only his father would know, hmmm?" A slow smile began to form underneath his beard.

"If his father knew," Bray speculated, "I'm sure that his big brother knows as well."

It wasn't much, but the Undertaker reacted ever-so-slightly, as his green eyes grew momentarily wide.

'Gotcha,' Bray thought triumphantly.

"Yes," he continued. "Big Brother is going to be of infinite help to me on this matter..."

"You can't make me do this," the Undertaker asked through grit teeth, voice strained. It was as much a demand as it was a plea.

But Bray simply held up the urn, eyeing it lovingly.

"Oh, Deadman...But I can.

"And I will."

Looks dire...

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