Chapter 15- Werewolves and bullet holes

Earlier that night.

As Vince tried to make heads or tails as to what was going on, he could hear Randy yelling at everyone to move and move now. "What the hell is your problem?" Vince demanded of him.

He then saw it, a long, clawed arm began to scrape against the wall that had a forklift before it. It made a whole through the solid steel door and the markings along the wall were at least an inch deep. "You ought to be grateful I didn't have zombie tattoos!" Taker announced as the door began to rattle from every forceful bash. Hunter knew he was stuck on the ground, unable to move or else he would risk server spin injury. Stephanie however already took hold of her father and ordered him to run. Taker didn't move as Orton looked about and tried to warn any others in his view.

The Animal was about to be unleashed.

The door was forced open as many ducked to the flying forklift. An angry werewolf stood before them as he howled into the night. His sights set on the Undertaker. "Aw shit" muttered the Deadman as Batista gave a full charge at the Undertaker. The two giants flew through the air and wrestled one another against the floor. Taker tried to hold down Dave. All the while he screamed at him that he wasn't a monster.

"He's wild! He can't hear you!" screamed Dee and her Wiccan sisters. They stood in fear to the rampaging werewolf before them. Taker however managed to hold Dave down long enough to get to his own feet and throw him hard across the floor.

"Someone get me a damn newspaper!" he ordered.

Batista however set his sights on the Wiccan sisters and began to charge at them, none of them moved as Taker screamed for them to get out of the way. However, Batista found himself nearly frozen in mid air. A small yelp came from him as he hit the ground hard. Kane had come from nowhere and grabbed the nap on the back of his neck and dropped him to the ground. The room was silent as Kane walked before Dave and turned to his werewolf friend. "SIT!" he ordered.

Much to the shock of the room, Batista sat in wait of him. His growl was gone as the Wiccan sister turned to the damaged monster.

"Shit man…" Orton muttered as many noticed his bullet-riddled body. "First off, how the hell did that work?" he demanded.

Kane smirked to his friends and announced he had five dogs at home. "All of them were puppies at one point. All I did is what the mother dog would have done. Apparently it works on werewolves to," he said with a grin. But then his face turned serious. "Now… about me"

"It's always about you huh Kane?" joked Hunter. Yet when Kane turned around to face Triple H, did he truly see what was wrong with his friend. "Christ…"

"How come he's not dead?" asked Taker as he examined the holes. One he could nearly see through all the way.

Dee and her sisters were worried. Should they break the curse now, Kane's body would become mortal and he would surely die from his wounds. There was only one other option. "We need Dragon's blood" Dee announced.

"The plant?" asked Hunter. However an uneasy feeling came over him as the three sisters stared down at him with grins on their face. "Ah shit" he muttered.

The sisters took Kane off to the side as Taker loaded Hunter onto a new forklift, all the while he kept turning back and staring at Batista who remained seated on the ground. Dee however called him over, Dave followed her like a loyal dog as Taker rolled his eyes. "How come only those two are acting like what they have turned into?" Hunter asked aloud.

Taker however glared down at him. "You want me to grab a pitchfork and start stabbing your ass with it?"

"I'll pass thanks…" Hunter paused as he felt his skin crawl. "I don't feel so good"

Taker noticed Hunter's skin appeared loose, some of it even looked like it was forming into a fleshy puddle under him. "What do you think those chicks are going to have me do?" he asked the Deadman.

"I don't know, but the sooner we get Kane better, the sooner you and I go back to normal…" Taker paused as he looked over his shoulder. A smirk came over his face. "Twenty bucks that Batista isn't paper trained" he muttered lowly.

Hunter was more than willing to take Taker up on his bet.