Hello it's Amalia and here is the seventh chapter ! Sorry for the wait, I had a long and painfull week, also I rewritten the chapter many times, changing the end so it would be perfect with the eight one.
to answer one question :D : I love to listen to Animal I Have Become when writing Taker's " angry parts " the song go so well with him !
I'm happy you liked the sixth one, what do you think Amelia saw in the mirror ? :D ( maybe you'll understand better after this chapter ! )
Wrestling is coming ! Youhou ! It's gonna be exciting :D
( and don't worry I don't think the fanfic is going to be Undertaker/somebody. Or not so soon. If there is female characters, it doesn't mean something !
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Mark went out, slamming the bedroom door. Once outside, he let out a cry of rage, striking his fist forcefully against the door of an elevator, leaving in a deep mark.
The evening promised to be long. Growling as he thought about going back to see Amelia, Mark stiffened suddenly. He straightened up and then slowly approached a window. Seizing the handle, he opened the little window as the wind blowed through the corridors.
The Undertaker watched the streets with a burning gaze, and despite the silence, the tension was therefore high in this small and isolated village. The Deadman's fists clenched harder on the handle who gave up.
Amelia's words repeated constantly in his thoughts.
The monster.
A flood of memories captured him all of a sudden.
He had never forgotten Him thoses last years.. He had just
.. put Him aside?
« I know you're somewhere ! »
He cried out then with his deep voice and obviously not expecting to be answered.
He swore loudly before letting himself slide down against the torn wall. A hand slipped into his long black hair, and a laugh escaped his mouth.
Many years ago.
Mark loved this loft. First, the fat pig that was Paul could not even go in there, secondly, it was an amazing place to be alone with Glenn, and lately he met his first 'best friend' here.
Slowly opening the imposing dark cupboard at the back of the attic, Mark let a smile split his lips. Finally ! He could finally talk to him again! The boy went on a school trip with the school a few days earlier and since then he had done everything to be excluded and sent home. He succeeded.
Poor Abby, he smiled a second time as he shivered, thinking back of the hoax he had done.
« I'm home ! »
He shut the closet door behind him and found himself in complete darkness, without fear.
« You were right, the girls really hate rats »
He chuckled, his voice echoing in the wide cabinet, he closed his eyes and relaxed a little, he feared nothing here.
« Glenn says I'm crazy, you know? He says you're not real and that I should go to a hospital! I thought I could introduce you to him? My little brother will probably stop his flow of crap then... »
He sighed, thinking back of his brother and tapping his forehead, as if everything was clear.
~ I'd love to Mark, but you must be sure that Glenn will not say anything to your parents .. You know what would happen if he did.. ~
The boy shivered at the thought. Oh no, that would never happen, he swallowed and turned on the other side, his back facing the door, shaking his head.
« You said you would continue your story! I came on purpose ! »
A voice sneered almost inaudibly in the large closet, and Mark opened hugely his ears this afternoon there.
Present
« You never asked for all of that, my heart eh »
The deadman lifted her little girl asleep on the cold floor of the bathroom, praying that she did not fall ill as he cursed himself again for his complete incompetence as a father. He drew the curtains and, after having lulled Amelia a moment, he put her on the comfortable bed, wrapping her under the sheets. He sat up and watched her a moment, tired.
« In my case, I just played too much with fire. »
He said ironically. He bent down and kissed her forehead before walking away. He removed his shirt and changed for a more comfortable top.
Clear memories were still coming back to him, he began to think again about the events of last month, and many connexions were submerging little by little..
He finished changing and let himself fall on the couch, turning slowly toward his daughter's bed.
« You know, curiosity killed the cat, and in my case, my morbid curiosity made me more than a simple sinner. »
He observed the roof as he spoke, breathing calmly.
Then came the question of the danger he had engendered by founding a family. They would have been happier without him .. He warned Anna though.. Why had she not listened? His little brother had not listen either many years ago.. Why in hell were everybody so stubborn ?!
His heart squeezed and then the man turned his back to his daughter and turned off the light, immersing himself completely in the dark.
His eyes closed slowly, and long hours went by, like that. he spent hours trying to erase those bad thoughts, but, Mark finally fell asleep, thankfull to sleep, which was the only solution for him to see them all one more time together.
The next afternoon
« I don't want to. »
« You're going to eat now Amelia, don't make me repeat myself. » Mark growled.
« I don't receive orders from monsters ! »
He had an urge to murder someone, right now.
« What did I say about insults ? You're not going to insult your father again ! Listen to me now ! »
« No ! Get the fuck- »
Mark stood up, his chair collapsing behind him, the sound of his hand pressed on the table cutting the younger's speech.
The face of the deadman was now just a few centimeters from her daughter's, his look was drawn by annoyance and anger.
« Do not raise your childish voice against me. And you're not to repeat this word from now. Do you understand me when I talk ? «
She nodded, more than quiet.
« And you're not going to call me a monster again, or I'll show you what's a real one ! Understood ? »
The morning had been catastrophic, or at least more than the last two others. Since the drama in the bathroom, Amelia was unbearable and Mark was exhausted, in addition to having to manage his return which was happening tonight, he had to deal with this new crisis.
« Go prepare yourself, and do not make me repeat again. »
She gave him a dark look and left the room. When he finally heard the door close, Mark grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a vase and sent it across the room. The object exploded and the remnants were thankfully hidden on the other side of the bed.
He breathed deeply and began to put things in his bag. He was not known for being a patient man, and Amelia caused him quite trouble. He looked up and watched the clock. Perfect, if they could leave now, he would have time to finish the preparations there. He stood up slowly, walked to the bathroom and knocked.
« Ready? »
The door slowly opened a couple of seconds later, and his daughter walked out, looking at him, deadly quiet. It made Mark sigh and he returned in the room to take his bag and the car's keys.
Why did everything have to be so damn complicated? making his way to the door where Amelia was waiting, he noticed her pale face and her quietness, wich began to really trouble him as he was not used to this. He turned off the lights and walked out with her.
A heavy atmosphere set between two of them as they went in the street, Mark opened the car and sat inside, opening the passenger door. The black van started a couple of seconds later in the silent street.
Oklahoma City, 5:30pm.
The vehicle stopped in the dark parking of the Chesapeake Arena in Oklahoma city. Mark, still inside, silently watched the place behind the tinted window with piercing eyes. Finally. He cracked his neck, before turning his gaze to Amelia. She had remained calm during the trip but the attitude of the little girl had hardened when they arrived here.
« You really do not want to talk ? »
He sighed, getting no answer and waved her to go out of the vehicle, before stepping outside.
His bag in hand, he closed the vehicle and grabbed the hand of Amelia who remained silent, before walking toward the locker room.
He knew that coming here was risky for her daughter, if someone managed to talk to her and inform her of the death of her mother and sisters he would not be able to do anything ... He had to be careful. He had many enemies here and going after Amelia was a great way for many to attack him directly.
While they both walked in the backstage's corridors, a female voice sounded behind them, Mark turned first and arched an eyebrow when he saw the young woman advancing with a firm step toward them. Mark stopped.
« What do you want McMahon ? »
She stopped a couple of meters before him. Putting her hands on her hips, her head high, the young woman named Stephanie did not hesitate to look at the Phenom's eyes.
« Vince want to see you, only you »
Mark gently let go of the hand of Amelia, and pointed his finger at the woman.
« I do not have time to give a little stupid talk to your father, if he has something to ask me, he will have to move his ass. » He turned and continued his way, growling as he heard the woman who stubbornly kept following him. Damn McMahon family ! He could not lose control in front of Amelia. He took a long breath and stopped again.
« You do not understand when I speak to you ? »
« Yes! It's just that .. »
Stephanie knelt before Amelia and took her gently in her arms, the gesture disgusted Mark who controlled himself as he could , trying not to push the woman away from his daughter.
« I guess you have no one to take care of her tonight »
Stephanie smiled, scoring a point.
« It's not your problem. »
Mark growled.
« If I were you I will not let such a little girl alone in there.. Here, I have a deal. I promise to take care of this cute girl and in return you go see my father.. Okay ? «
Insolent kid ! Who did she think she was, trying to deal and discuss with him?
He looked back at Amelia's eyes, who showed for the first time in days a bit of happiness. His heart sank, and Mark found himself quite jealous and suspicious of the young Stephanie. He put his hand on the black hair of her daughter and ruffled them a bit before pushing her gently toward Stephanie. He didn't want to admit it but she was right, he had nobody to take care of Amelia.
"If something happens I'll make personally sure you pay the consequences, McMahon" the dark voice echoed through the corridor.
"Amelia."
The girl looked at her father, attentive.
"No stupid actions?"
The six year old daughter nodded silently before jumping suddenly at the sight of the mighty hand of her father grabbing with force the sleeve of the younger McMahon. Mark whispered in the ear of Stephanie with a burning voice full of menace.
"If she finds out what happened to our family, Yours will painfully pays. Understood?"
The young woman nodded quickly before getting away fom the deadman who walked away, clutching his bag.
She breathed in relief seeing him disappear and sent a smile at Amelia reassuringly. Men ! Between his father and the Undertaker, she thought she had seen all of it.
"Let's find a place to get rid of your stuff darling. I'll make you visit a bit after! Okay?"
Amelia who shutted herself in her bubble for several days, let slip her first shy smile.
She was finally without his father ! Everything was fine now, wasn't it ?
See ya ! :D