A/N: The final chapter! Thank you all for your support! I hope you've enjoyed the ride!
Kane was beginning to get nervous.
Bray and two of the biggest members of the Wyatt Family had dragged the Undertaker out of the room several hours ago. Usually, through the walls, he could hear the sounds of a struggle, and his brother's angry voice cursing them all.
This time, however, there was only silence.
So he did the only thing he could do: He sat there and waited.
Kane waited, sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, imagining what could have possibly happened to his older brother.
After hearing the Deadman's plan, Kane had, at first, refused. Not out of fear for himself, of course, but out of fear for his brother.
To go through that alone...
The Big Red Machine shook the dark thoughts from his mind. He had to keep hope. He had to keep his spirits up. What was it his brother had said just before they took him away?
Just keep breathing, Kane.
And breathe he did. Through the pain and the endless questions, exhale after inhale, Kane waited.
Between one breath and another, the heavy door opened. Bray entered first, followed by his three followers in lamb masks. They carried a large, metal Undertaker symbol, complete with chains and straps.
"Where'd you dig that old relic up from?" Kane asked, hiding his fear with humor.
Bray gave him a condescending smile. "I made it myself. It's for your dear Big Brother. He's going to rest in peace on it for all eternity. But don't worry about it—you'll be dead long before that happens."
With the slightest touch on the urn he held, Wyatt summoned the Undertaker into the room, and forced him to stand over the Big Red Machine, who seemed much smaller on his knees.
Kane looked up at his brother with wide eyes that held more than a little fear. It was obvious from the strained expression on his face that the Undertaker was being controlled completely; and his green eyes held untold amounts of pain.
Bray Wyatt moved off to the side, smiling victoriously. Everything was set, and the ceremony was ready to commence.
"I'm so sorry," the Undertaker was saying, as he knelt by Kane's side and took his younger brother gently into his arms. The Big Red Machine offered no resistance, knowing that it was useless to fight anyway.
"It's okay, Brother. Do what you gotta do."
"Don't stop breathing."
The Demon of Death Valley leaned forward, slowly, hoping to delay the inevitable. This was the last thing he wanted to do, and as he glared over at the smiling Bray Wyatt, he felt black despair grip his heart.
If he failed here, now, not only would he die, but he'd be killing his own brother as well.
Inhaling deeply, the Undertaker pressed his cold lips against Kane's fiery mouth, leaving himself in Fate's fickle hands.
From his vantage point leaning against the far wall, it seemed like a simple kiss to Bray. Incestuous, sure, but nothing special.
However, after a moment, he could feel the exchange of power between the brothers, could see the life energy flowing from Kane—who was growing more pale and more still every second—into the Undertaker, whose entire form began to burn from the inside as he breathed in his brother's Hellfire.
It only took a few minutes; and at last, with a heavy heart, the Deadman pulled back from the exchange, and lay his younger brother gently on the ground, lifeless and cold. Uncharacteristically, he placed a light kiss on the pale forehead.
"You'll pay for that, you fucking bastard," the Undertaker growled after several silent moments, turning to Bray with fire in his eyes, clutching at his middle.
For a brief moment, he considered throwing his whole plan to hell and attacking with the power of the fire and the shadow. Instant incineration was far better than this son of a bitch deserved, after all.
But the Wyatt family was on him immediately, dragging the weakened Undertaker by his hair and limbs over to the symbol, and strapping him there by his wrists and ankles. He was breathing heavily and erratically, in obvious pain from having absorbed so much power as his green eyes became darker by the second.
"Perfect."
Bray spoke quietly and reverently as he touched the sides of the Undertaker's face, making low cooing noises as the Deadman turned away from him.
"Rest easy, Undertaker. Your legacy will live on in me. I will show the world what one with your powers can do when unfettered by the bonds of vainglory and morality. I will bring about the Apocalypse with your strength, and your brother's; and those who survive will sing your names along with mine. Isn't that more than you could ever ask for?"
The Undertaker snarled at the man above him. "I told you, Boy...Selling your soul ain't worth it."
He closed his dull green eyes and lay flat against his crucifix, the metal cool against the back of his burning head. "Now hurry up, and let me go to my brother. I'm...tired."
The Eater of World's was more than happy to oblige.
Just as the Undertaker had done to Kane, Bray pressed his lips passionately against the Deadman's.
As before, he was surprised at their softness; and he was even more surprised this time by the lack of resistance he felt.
'It is finished.'
Two conflicting and consuming sensations flooded his body, and overwhelmed his soul. Fire and ice, lightening and thunder, pain and pleasure, darkness and flame. It raced around his brain, and down into his heart, to the very depths of his soul. His entire existence seemed to expand, and bright, painful points of light exploded behind his eyelids.
For a moment, an overwhelming feeling of something that resembled love for the Brothers overcame him, and a heavy stream of tears began to flow from Wyatt's eyes.
All the while, the Undertaker's vision darkened and narrowed, flickering in and out between this world and the next. He knew Death intimately, but this was something different entirely. The remains of his brother's soul, and his own, were being drained from him with each breath; his very life was flowing into the man he had grown to hate so much.
He was too weak to rage, and instead focused on making those last breaths count as white light filled his vision.
Bray collapsed at some point during the exchange, convulsing on the floor in agony and ecstasy.
And the entire time, his laughter echoed off the walls of the shadowy prison.
Just above him, the cold, lifeless body of the Undertaker lay prone on the symbol, the smallest of smiles on his lips.
The Dungeon, as it had been known, was finally abandoned. The Wyatts had left it, and the bodies of the Brothers of Destruction, without a second thought once Bray had what he wanted.
The Eater of Worlds was mad with power, bragging on every platform that he could, telling the world that he had broken the Undertaker and Kane. He, and he alone, had shredded their pathetic souls, and devoured the remains, taking their power unto himself.
He felt like a god. No...he was a god, wielding the fire and the darkness by himself, above all others.
Bray Wyatt knew that there was no one who could stop him, or challenge him—not in the WWE, not in the entire world.
The Universe was his playground.
"Now, it truly begins..."
Back at Bray Wyatt's former playground, the Dungeon, the bodies of the Undertaker and Kane did not decay, though days and nights began to pass. In the stillness of eternal sleep, they lay more peacefully than they had in a while.
And, slowly, as the moon and stars passed overhead, the Brothers began to awaken once more.
Kane was the first to rise, sitting up and shivering with cold and memory. His body was whole, to his surprise, but he knew it would take a while for his mind to recover. Besides all that, he was nearly powerless, wielding just the barest bit of his innate fire.
But none of that mattered to him in those first moments, as he stood to look for his brother.
Kane found the Undertaker easily, for he was still chained to the symbol, unmoving, unbreathing.
Muttering curses upon Bray, he began to loosen the restraints on his brother until the Deadman was able to fall into his arms. Kane lowered the Undertaker to the floor, cradling him much as 'Taker had done to him earlier.
"You...breathed your life into me," the Big Red Machine mused, rocking back and forth slightly. "It worked...That's the only reason I was able to come back..." He felt tears hovering at the edges of his eyes.
"Ah, but you're selfish enough to give it all to me, and leave nothing for yourself, aren't you? Looking out for Baby Brother once more...God, I hate you sometimes!
"You better not leave me alone again!"
He hadn't meant to shout, but Kane could hear his voice echoing loudly through the silent prison. His weary eyes wandered to the unlocked door, and he considered carrying the Deadman out, to some place where they could both recover.
'If we can recover...'
Brushing the dark thoughts aside, Kane stood shakily, free for the first time in weeks. He lifted his brother easily—Kane had always been stronger, physically—and began to carry the Undertaker.
"Goddammit, Kane, I can walk."
Startled and overjoyed, the Big Red Machine dropped his brother to the ground, forgetting everything else and embracing him warmly.
Though he tried to scowl, the Undertaker couldn't keep a smile from touching the corners of his lips.
His plan had worked, though the risk had been great. And now, while Bray thought that the Brothers of Destruction were dead and gone, the two of them would build up their power once more, and get their revenge on the man who dared to play with the two darkest, most power beings in the world.
"Alright, Kane, let me up...We're got some hell to raise and some souls to take. And it looks like Survivor Series is just around the corner."
The Big Red Machine began to laugh wickedly, and the Undertaker stood up slowly, rolling his eyes into the back of his head, imagining of all the ways they would enjoy consuming the Wyatt Family's bloody, shredded souls.
Raw, 11/16/2015
"Standing before you is the true Army of Darkness. And on the horizon, vengeance awaits the Wyatt Family. The Wyatt Family took our bodies and tried to claim our souls. But there is no one, no man, living or dead, that contains the Power of the Darkside."
"When you tried to steal the Flames of Hell, you will get burnt. At Survivor Series, we have reserved a special place for Bray Wyatt and his family in the deepest pit of Hell. A place where they will suffer in the fires of eternal damnation."
"Bray Wyatt...your kind of evil is no match for ours. Our evil has been time-tested over, and over again. So this is what's going to happen: Bray Wyatt, choose whichever two of your family that you wish to sacrifice. 'Cause the Brothers of Destruction have already decided their destiny. And they will never...rest...in...peace..."
The End!
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