Hello guys ! Since the library near my home closed, I didn't get the possibility to upload chapters till now ! ( I only just discovered that I could upload on Ipad ) Sorry if I made you guys waiting ! But here is chapter 9 !
The chapter is shorter than the last, the first big event occured last chapter and I need this shorter one as a " transition" don't be mad guys ! As I said, it will be a slow progress story !
Enjoy some mad Taker !
Kiss !
« Where is he? Where is Bearer !? »
Mark returned in the hallways one more, time boiling with rage and scaring to death everyone in his path.
Unfortunately some did not have this chance to flee in time and ended thrown against boxes, sometime tables as a furious deadman made his way through the corridors.
He did not believe it, everything had to be a nightmare.
As he headed dangerously towards the McMahon's office, he remembered what had happened just a few time ago. He was completely leading this damn match against Ken and Paul Bearer had ruined everything !
Roaring, he smashed the door of a locker room with only one foot before continuing his journey. What was even doing Bearer here ! He was long gone ! Supposed to be dead and buried !
« If this is not the case I will bury this asshole myself ! »
He shouted to a young woman he then pushed violently.
Shamrock had took the opportunity to destroy the back of the deadman like a coward.
And even if it was not the priority of the moment, Mark would not forget this act and promised to inflict the wrestler a terrible vengeance.
When the match finished, Mark went as soon as possible backstage and spent the rest of the evening actively seeking for a trace of the damned mortician. But it was vain, as if Paulhadn't put a foot here.
Hours later, getting no answer, frustrated and tired, The Undertaker had stopped his research and was now heading towards the office of Vince McMahon.
Vince had to know something, and if he too didn't, Mark was sure about one thing : he would go crazy.
Stopping at the door of the Chairman, he breathed deeply and grabbed the metal handle. His face twitched when he observed that the handle wasn't moving, meaning that the door was locked.
Forcing over it one more time and getting no answer, he began to give several punches and kicks against the wooden door, getting slowly more and more angry...
« Vince! You better open the door ... »
« Stop it deadman! He's already gone ... »
« How dare.. »
Mark turned and his voice faded when his eyes fell on Amelia. The girl was sleeping in Stephanie's arm, completely tired. The young woman eyed the man severely.
« It doesn't matter to me if I play the babysitter but there are limits ! Do you know what time is it !? »
She was trying to contain the anger in her voice so she wouldn't wake the little girl in his arms. But it was difficult for her, she had so much to say.
« Shut it, McMahon.. »
« You want me to shut it? How dare you tell- »
She was suddenly cut by Amelia almost being torn from her arms and her body being pushed violently against the cold wall. Her neck was gripped tightly by an iron hand, and she thanked the gods Mark wasn't trying to choke her. Mark kept his hand in place for a long moment, merely watching her, enjoying finally some silence.
« Sshh.. You surely don't want to wake my girl eh ? But... Tell me McMahon, honestly, have you heard something about Paul Bearer ? Surely you saw him during my match ?... Daddy must have told you something ? Did he ? »
Stephanie's eyes were filled with pure wrath as the deadman blocked her so easily against the wall. Retaining a scream, she slowly placed a hand on her neck and tried to escape Mark's grasp. Who did he think he was ? Biting her lips, she remained silent a moment before speaking quietly.
« What if I did actually ? Hm... I was as surprised as you when he appeared on the screen... I promise you... What about him anyway ?... What… You're telling me that what he said was true ! »
« Did Amelia heard it ? »
« I do not think so... She was falling asleep before your match...»
« You don't think so ? »
Mark growled and dropped his grip on Stephanie. The young woman was unbearable and if she was not found with Amelia at every opportunity he had to make her pay for her insolence, he would already have done something.
The young McMahon proudly straightened up and stared at the man before her, stepping back but keeping one hand on her neck. Men were really impossible. Massaging her delicate neck, she turned.
« You should just go home with Amelia, maybe you'll get what you want next Monday ! Take some time with your daughter and stop looking at everyone as if you were a real deadman… come on… It's tiring ! See you next monday Mark ! »
She practically spat her words and waved at the man, as if everything was normal and walked away, leaving behind a Mark petrified by anger at the sight of so much insolence.
Again, Amelia prevented him to unleash his anger on somebody.
Breathing deeply, he turned and headed slowly to his dressing room, roaming through the dimly lit corridors and leaving behind a particularly disturbing atmosphere.
He was not going to let himself carried by the demons of his past.
Now .. He could not go back anymore... he was resigned ..
The next day
They were back on the road again, and Mark was not in a very bright mood.
Last night had been catastrophic. When they went back at the hotel, Amelia had decided to complicate his life one more time and spent long hours making this childish crisis. He had to use all his remaining self control not to blow up too.
When his daughter had finally found sleep, nervousness had given its way to some serious concerns. Mark was not much concerned about him, but by Amelia.
The girl still knew nothing and Mark could not allow himself to tell her anything if they kept this complicated relationship.
Plus now was added the threat of Paul Bearer. Mark's stomach had turned at this thoughts and he had spent the night thinking, eventually only allowing himself a few minutes of rest.
The evil father watched his daughter still asleep in the passenger seat to his right, she had spent a mixed evening too, and unlike Mark who resisted many sleepless nights, she was completely exhausted.
He turned and focused a little more on the road, his hands clenched on the leather of the steering wheel vehicle. The car was traveling under the crushing sun during this summer of 1999 and the air was almost scorching.
« Damn »
He growled again, wiping his forehead. Mark hated the heat, it reminded him too many memories,
The wrestler replaced his sunglasses on his nose and watched the map that was near him, stowed between the steering wheel and his lap.
Because they would not reach Phoenix in one day, it was planned that they would stop in Albuquerque. Mark sighed and eyed the road again.
He really missed travelling. He was not the type of man who could stay in one place more than a few days. Even after meeting his wife Anna, Mark always chosed the road rather than his family life. Travelling was something he needed more than anything. The feeling of freedom and complete control over him was something fundamental in his daily life.
But Anna was the first to make him understand that attachment was not synonymous with weakness. And she was right, it made him stronger.
« It's hot .. »
The deadman turned his attention to Amelia who just woke up from her nap and put back his tinted glasses, understanding.
« Here, there's a bottle of water in your right »
The girl nodded and grabbed the bottle behind her seat and opened it cautiously, still half asleep.
« We'll stop soon anyway, do you need anything ? »
She remained silent as she drank and then shook his head, wiping her sweaty face.
Mark looked at her one last time before returning his attention to the roadway.
A small grin slowly formed on his face as a feeling of pride took him over. He was grateful to Amelia for not being too capricious. Outside of her kind of lunatic mood, he acknowledged that the little girl almost never asked for anything at her age.
« Fine, sleep a bit more... Dad will wake you up. »
Nodding again, Amelia relaxed a little and closed his eyes, squeezing her arm around herself , too tired to argue with her father. She fell asleep almost instantly.
« .. I'll always be here to wake you up »
His smile faded and his face took a more concerned look, removing Paul's face out of his thoughts was a much difficult task. He slipped a hand through his long black hair which he pinned back and he muttered under his breath. His life just couldn't be worse. Rationally, Bearer would not take the risk of showing himself next week, the pig had to know all the precautions he would take to find him. However, Mark himself was far from convinced. Everything was possible at this spot. Muttering a second time, he changed the radio station and tried to allow himself some rest, mentally at least.
He quickened a bit and continued the long road that still separated the Phoenix.
A moment later
Mark stepped out of the car as he looked around, a small building was looming up before him and he recognized a shop in the corner. As he locked the van, taking care of letting a window open for Amelia, he checked if no shady person was prowling around the area before starting to walk, taking a few notes from his pockets. checking for the last time the black van, he got inside.
Squinting his eyes a moment to adjust them to the darkness of the place, he removed his sunglasses and closed the door. He grinted as he stopped in the middle of the old and dusty shop, in the middle of shelves elevating to the roof.
In the dark, covered in black robes, a white haired man slowly approached Mark, who did not turn back.
« I hope I will not regret this little detour here eh .. »
He finally turned, a moment later, his eyes locking the small man who stood behind him. The deadman aura started to become more and more superior and imposing and the old man slowly bowed before him, respect in his completely white eyes.
« Oh no .. Phenom, you already know I will not fail you... tell me then, what do you wish ? »
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