Chapter 3- The curse takes hold.

Kane was rushed to the hospital. When he was checked in the doctors began to run test after test on him, yet couldn't figure out why he was pale and cold to the touch. All they could suggest was to take him back to the hotel for some rest. If his condition doesn't improve he was to come back to the hospital. Kane regained consciousness as they spoke and announced he was fine to go home. Hunter went with him yet couldn't figure out how his friend got so pale very suddenly. Worry spread of the H1N1 virus that everyone had been worried about. The symptoms came from left field much. But relief came over Hunter when he learned it wasn't the case. Kane had to be helped out of the hospital but announced he smelt something that tantalized his taste buds in the hallways. "Do you know what that is?" Kane asked Hunter.

Looking about, Triple H saw nothing of interest or anything that resembled food. "I think someone just snuck in take out. Come on let's get you home." Kane looked about, trying to find the smell of what tempted his senses, yet couldn't pin point it.

Hunter got Kane back to the hotel and helped him to bed. "By tomorrow, you'll feel better. Probably bad nachos or something"

Kane nodded in agreement as he tried to sleep, yet the night wasn't going to let him. Kane's mouth began to ach painfully as his stomach felt as if it were on fire. Everything inside of him burned like hell as his arms grew tenses. His legs grew restless as he tossed and turned in bed before falling out of it. "Damn it!" he hissed aloud. Wide-awake he couldn't decide what to do with himself that was until he heard it outside.

Kane had a loft on the outside of his hotel room, he heard a woman screaming in the darkness, as a man was demanding she take off her clothing. Kane felt something possess him. He leaped off the balcony fearlessly! It was the urge his body craved as he fell over two stories from his hotel room, landing feet first, indenting the earth nearly a foot. He followed the woman's screams. She let out one more in hopes someone would hear her. Kane walked slowly to the sight as there were three men standing around her armed with blades and were smiling with anticipation.

Kane couldn't explain what took hold of him, all he knew was that smell from the hospital followed, and it tasted wonderful…

Back at the hotel.

Dave began to feel itchy. All over his body he scratched uncontrollably. MVP happened to have been his roommate at the time and bought a bottle of gold bond from the hotel lobby. He was concerned the moment Batista sprayed the powder all over the ground and rolled in it. "Damn, you were series when you said you were itchy."

It brought little relief to Dave as he felt his skin crawl and swore he was getting harrier every time he looked down at his arms. "This is just between us right?" he asked of Porter.

He nodded to Batista and vowed he wouldn't utter a word to anyone.

As the night progressed, Porter didn't get much sleep as he heard Batista moving about in his bed, unable to settle himself or get to sleep. It bothered MVP. "Man, you got restless legs or what!"

However Porter was only answered by a sickening snarl of a beast, it grew worst when Batista's bed sheets began to rip apart! "Dave? Dave!" he called.

The mattress soon was torn up as Batista got to his feet. His back was turned to Porter, slowly Batista turned. His eyes were a golden yellow. His lips curled back and reveal fangs as he howled aloud. "Oh shi…"

Porter didn't have time to swear as he rushed to the bathroom and locked himself into it. Porter held tight as Batista thrashed himself against the door, snarling like an enraged dog. It grew worst when Porter saw five long claws break through the door and tried to rip it open…