Chapter 8- The calm before the storm.

Kane arrived in Winnipeg that very night, he met up with the others at the hotel when Hunter instantly noticed something off about his friend. "Those aren't the clothes we left you with!" he said right off the cuff. Looking over their friend. Kane wore a new pair of jeans and a matching jacket, he tried to hide the fact that it was a new outfit, but tried to explain he felt like a change of clothing. Yet it wasn't flying with his friends.

"There's no way in hell you were just 'in the mood to buy some clothing' You're NEVER in the mood!" growled Orton. "What happened man?"

With his lie gone, Kane confessed he hunted again last night. Hunter was fuming mad and demanded why. "You know what happened the last time, how do you know you didn't kill them!" he hissed lowly.

Kane looked Triple H dead in the eyes and said. "I know… because I made sure they were all dead"

No one could believe their own ears as Kane told them what he did willingly. He killed two gangs who were shooting out one another in a neighborhood. He believed he did the world a favor without costing an innocent life. "I did what I had to do, and now I feel better than ever! I can help you guys!"

"No, no you ain't helping us" Taker growled lowly. "You aren't even listening to what's coming you of your mouth!"

The looks Kane endured gave even himself chills, but slowly he was thinking over his past actions. "How many?" asked Batista.

Kane muttered under his breath. "What?" demanded Orton.

"Twelve" He said a little louder. "I had twelve of them! OK!" he demanded. "Look, I am sorry I had to take a life to keep the hunger at bay. But I wasn't going to put any of you at risk because of it! Those men were going to kill each other anyway!" Kane snapped back. "So quite judging me and let's see if we can cure ourselves before it really gets out of hand." Kane stormed past his friends as he checked into a room, one that wouldn't have windows.

They all gathered in the hotel room with Kane as they spoke of ideas and plans. Taker could no longer bring himself to go out in public since he was now fully red and looked more demon than man. Triple H's transformation was getting more difficult, he had exceeded the heighted of the Great Khali. His hands were getting longer as were his feet. His ears grew pointed as his jaw began to ach and snap every time he opened it to eat. Batista's silver chain was losing it's effectiveness, Randy Orton seemed to become more and more faded as the time passes but it was just the start to everyone's problems. Taker knew for a fact that this was going to spread. "We're just the first wave, the second wave will infect the whole locker room" Taker announced aloud. He could feel it in his bones, for the first time he felt helpless to do anything about it.

Edge and Chris Jericho however were not about to give up. They decided they would venture out into the city to see if they can find anyone to help them, Jericho had a good feeling about it, Edge was just hoping that they can get everyone cured before it infects him.

Making haste they rushed out into their rental car and began to search the city streets. Chris was familiar with a few places when he comes home for a visit. The first few shops were a bust, and the most well known store proved to be just as much of a disappointment as the last. Yet neither man knew someone was listening in on their please for help. They walked out of the store, as Chris was so desperate he was going to go on Tweeter for help. Yet when he announced the idea, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and came face to face with a woman. "What's this I hear about a curse?" she asked.

Edge and Chris looked to one another, unsure if they should say anything, however desperate times calls for desperate measures. Edge began to spill that a crazy gypsy woman who later took her own life cursed his friends. The young woman nodded and announced that she had heard of such curses but they are only evoked if the person is very bitter to what became of the situation. "Let me guess, over a man no doubt?" she asked.

Both blonds nodded to her. "Let me see for myself, I can try and help you. If not, I may know someone who can." She explained.

Edge got on his cellphone as he called the guys. They have since moved to the arena since Hunter was outgrowing the hotel room. Edge and Jericho were quick to bring the woman back with them as she introduced herself as Dee Dee. But everyone calls her Dee.

Chris filled her in as they got to the arena. When they arrived, Stephanie was first to greet her and asked to keep an open mind about the situation. The first person she encountered was Triple H. He laid on the floor in a locker room. His core had stretched beyond intention, it was so awkward that he couldn't even stand on his own two feet anymore. What was worst, his body continued to change. Dee only nodded and asked to see the others.

She walked through Randy Orton, she encountered Batista and his growing animalistic behavior, and then she saw Kane. He looked to be the most conflicted of all as he tried to struggle with his past actions. Dee was rather silent as she took everything in, the first words from her mouth were. "Who was given the curse?"

The Undertaker came out of the shadows in his full, demonic form. Dee looked him over once and realized it was him. If anything, she looked rather disgusted. "Should have known" she muttered lowly.

"What does that suppose to mean?" he demanded of her.

"Only you would have been dumb enough to piss off a gypsy woman to get yourself cursed like this! You couldn't put her down gently huh?" Dee demanded.

"But can you help them?" Edge asked.

"Yeah, I am not one to let a poor animal suffer" Dee said as her gaze turned to that of the Undertaker. However Taker turned to Kane.

"I think she was talking about you," he muttered to Kane