Here is the new chapter ! I saw you guys enjoyed the little flashback between Kane and Taker, so I decided to add more of them, and if you enjoyed it so much I might do a story about them.
In The End.. If i can say that.. Will finally begin xD ! I might add Amelia POV in the future and more about the relation father/daughter. Kind of supernatural stuff will definitly appear in the story, you could already see it with the crows, but it's just the beginning so I'm not going to spoil !
so :
- more about Taker childhood and why he burned his house.
- more childhood flashbacks with Glenn
- more father/daughter cute moments.
- Amelia isn't going to be the perfect mary sue, the perfect daughter, perfect in everything. She's weak. Young. I try to kep my characters as realistic as possible.
So please enjoy ! Add in your favourites and review ! :)
Back at the hotel, the deadman laid down Amelia in his bed and covered her with all the blankets he possessed.
He sat next to his little girl and began toying with her long hair. The six years old locked her eyes with her father's as she relaxed , feeling warm and slowly falling asleep under her father touch.
After checking if she was deeply asleep, The Undertaker stood up and sat back behind his desk, huffing a sigh and rubbing his brow.
He then spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone, contacting the company and ensuring he would be present for the next show. Papers were just not his favourite past time, but if he wanted to achieve his comeback, he just had to do it. Mark sighed again, looking up at Amelia. Moving every week... She was too young and the WWE was not a proper environment for her. Mark felt guilty, but he had no choice.
He groaned and turned away from her, looking outside the windows. The sky was becoming darker and darker and lost deep in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he was nearly in complete darkness.
Frowning, he stood up and turned on the lights. He flinched and closed his eyes a couple of second to get used to the brightness.
His head was still full of plans and ideas as he began to feel a headache. He went to the bathroom and admired himself a moment in the mirror. He suddenly felt tired, not physically, it was a strange feeling he could hardly describe.
He shook his head and turned on the tap to wash his face, pressing his hands together against his cheeks and rubbing them frantically.
Memories of his long lost sweet wife and his precious daughters were always haunting him, he could not close his eyes without seeing them again and again, it was impossible. His hands shivered.
He knew now he would never rest in peace , it was his destiny after all, he accepted it a long time ago.
Mark straightened up after a moment and grabbed a towel to dry his face, sighing. The memories of his daughters were not the only memories that came back to him.
Other memories he thought he had buried long since returned, too. It was a bad sign. His dream this morning confirmed it. Paul's presence in the hospital that night .. and his childhood memory with Glenn .. The Undertaker gritted teeth, remembering.
"A simple mistake! His death was only a dirty fucking error! I do regret nothing, do I ? It's too late to regret now, that whiny little stupid kid died long ago. I couldn't stand him anymore anyway. that is the past ! "
His face darkened and he almost laughed.
He threw the towel in the bathtub and left the bathroom, slamming the door, cursing himself mentally and praying he didn't woke up his daughter.
He did not notice it was this late. So he really spent all afternoon and the evening trying to solve his problems locked in the hotel room after all.
Amelia didn't even wake up once and did not eat all day. He was worried but he could not wake her now, it was too late. He felt guilty for not taking care of her, he then promised himself he would do it tomorrow. Everything was in place now. He worked hard for the two of them. He turned out the light and turned on the one on the bedside table.
The tall man removed his shirt and laid down gently on the bed beside his daughter, being careful not to wake her with his weight on the mattress, breathing and relaxing a little. Her daughter was sleeping quietly, her small body heaving to the rhythm of her breathing. They would leave tomorrow at dawn, a man had to bring a van tomorrow at the hotel reception.
He could not stay here longer. The next show would be in Oklahoma City, 450 miles away from here. He should rest now. Mark closed his eyes as he tried to clear his mind, finally falling asleep a moment later.
"Reckless kid! Give me the lighter!"
The little blond boy continued to run, yet breathless. This time, he would show Mark that he was also great ! And Mark would stop laughing over him..
He climbed the stairs as fast as he could and returned in the attic that he and his brother had converted. He slowed down and smiled when he saw no Paul, then emerged the lighter from his pocket.
He lit it and slowly ran his fingers over the flame.
"You will burn yourself with that."
Glen turned when he heard a laugh coming from behind, and then he looked up at the little mocking voice who addressed him.
"I'm not an idiot."
The older boy looked at him before jumping from the cabinet where he was installed, walking toward his little brother.
"Obviously you're not, you did well by escaping Paul's room and retrieving the lighter."
"Our parents are going to kill us when Paul will tell them!"
Mark sighed and grabbed the lighter from Glenn's hands, shrugging his shoulders.
"You care about Mom and Daddy now? How cute. "
Glenn puffed his cheeks and frowned, it made Mark laugh and he ruffled his brother's blond hair.
"Do not worry. Everything is going well."
He sat on the dusty floor of the attic and looked at his brother.
"Tell me Glenn, what do you know about explosions ?"
Short chapter I know. I have test and everything but I will try to write as much as I can !
See ya !