Here is the new chapter ! Îm trying to keep a cadence for the updates. Every two days ! I'm sorry if this chapter is short, but I found him important because it wil help me create a big transition in the begnning of the story, also, it will be the end of Undertaker last life !

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Here she was, his everything, his last hope, quietly asleep, peacefully. Mark moved toward her slowly, as if she would wake up. He kneeled in front of her bed as slowly as before and put his right hand on hers. She was breathing hardly and needed an oxygen mask to help her.

He shivered, then put his head against his daughter's chest, tears silently running down his face. He gritted his teeth and a deep cry of rage escaped his mouth. He couldn't loose her too. He wouldn't survive. He looked again at his precious princess. She didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve that. Mark made the promess a long time ago that he would make sure his children had an happy childhood. He failed and hated himself for that. " You'll never rest in peace.. " he knew know. He took a long breath and rose.

" What about her state ? "

He didn't even look away from Amelia, the doctor shivered and looked at the tall man's back.

" She has broken ribs.. It's a miracle she survived this young.. She's in an artificial coma.. It's the best for her... Her throat his damaged too.. We don't know when she will recover fully.. "

" You better take care of her.. "

he turned to the doctor then and took a seat on the chair, covering his face with his hands.

" You can leave us. "

the doctor shook his head and walked out, quickly. Mark yawned and gritted his teeth at the suddent pain in his leg, he didn't think about his injury since he woke up.

" I must have my bones broken.. "

He rested his head against the back of his seat and closed his eyes. The tears were already gone and he shivered at the cold feeling which was taking over his body. He felt alone. Again. He couln't even see his precious girls a last time. He was damned.

He wanted to die right now. If Amelia wasn't here he would already be with them.

~" Anna...? My dear.. help me.. I have to be strong... for the five of us... Take care of Horia and Mickaela where you are.. I'll carry the pain.. I promess, I will not fail you this time. "~

A month and a few days later

He finally decided to visit their graves. This day, all his strength leaved him and he cried again, for a last time. He would never forget the pain but he decided to deal with it from now. Mark came back to the hospital and visited his little flower everyday, watching her in her sleep for hours, before heading to one miserable hotel not so far. They didn't know when she would wake up, but he would wait. Always..

" She's fine and less weaker than before "

They said this everytime he came, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be reunited with her again. His company granted him a six month break and Vince McMahon even came for a talk. He remembered the pity in his eyes this day. He didn't need pity. Mark sighed as he stood in front of the mirror, he was sick of everything. His face got paler, his thoughts were a real chaos. He never left the hotel apart from going to the hospital.

He trained a lot, hours, days even.. it was his only way to forget for a moment the pain and everything. He would not wait six months, he needed to feel this Undertaker aura again, he needed to inflict his pain to others. His older self was coming back, and he would not try to stop it this time.

He began, with the time, to loath everyone's happiness again, to feel disgusted at the sight of everybody's smile. The greatest wrestler started to laugh hysterically, throwing away the chair near him.

" I'm going mad.. For real..."

~" Madness isn't that bad Mark.. Believe me.. "~

" I know ! "

He shouted loudly, before hitting the mirror with his fist, not even damaging his hand. A couple of seconds later, the phone began to ring and Mark looked at it before taking the phone of the hook.

" What ? "

The black haired man snorted. The hospital never called before, what did they want ?

" Mister .. Young Amelia woke up.. Three hours ago, She's not able to leave the hospital yet, but visits are allowed from now.. - Mister ? Is there someone ? Allo ? "

The deadman was already in the corridors, puting his jacket on, pushing people on his way, he couldn't wait.

She was awake, finally.