Chapter 17- an odd conclusion

"Are you sure it's for the best?"

"Trust us Stephanie, it would be a lot easier than trying to explain what happened later on. Should they recall the events, I don't know how they would take it."

Stephanie McMahon stood outside of the locker room doors along with the Wiccan sisters, they had done everything they could and worked fast to heal the others, all who saw them practice their unusual medicine were inside the locker room they stood before. Stephanie was worried for her husband. She was worried for Kane and the Undertaker, everyone who was affected she worried for. But soon they heard stirring, the sisters decided to take their leave before the men realized what had happened to themselves. However, if they played their cards right, they would chalk up their odd few days to bad dreams.

Stephanie just didn't like how the girls set them up. As the Wiccans left, Stephanie heard stirring in the locker room. Someone was nearly ready to scream when it came to a very abrupt halt, She waited nearly an hour longer when the first to emerge was from the room was Kane. He looked between Stephanie and the open locker room door and tried to find a logical explanation. "Uh… Yeah… I think we may have had too much to drink… maybe… last night?"

There was a smile on her face as she saw Kane clench a towel tightly over himself. He was red in the face and soon spread through his whole body as he was unable to bring himself to speak. Stephanie however said it was ok for him and the others to come out. "You were pranked boys! Come on" she called.

Slowly and reluctantly, they came out of the locker room. The men who had been turned into horrible creatures appeared normal again. However the Undertaker wasn't about to stick around as he stormed away from his friends. They all woke in the locker room butt naked. Chris Jericho was the first to wake, followed by Taker who quickly clasped his hand over the mouth of the young Canadian who was about ready to scream out in horror. Taker however looked about the ground and saw empty beer bottles and horror movie cases scrambled about the floor, he knew none of them drank the other night, he knew it was impossible for Triple H to be passed out drunk, he never drinks! And there was no man on God's green earth that would have the guts to steal his pant!

Taker was quick to find his locker room and dress. His mind burned as he could hear a haunting chant overcome his ears, his mind kept flashing a blood soaked Kane, a very hairy Batista and an odd, misshapen Triple H. He then looked down at his skin, and found markings all over his body, Wiccan writing.

The Deadman knew something had happened, something drastic that was forced from his mind. He looked to the closest mirror and nearly did a double take, for a moment, he thought his skin was a glossy red as thick black horns protruded from his scalp.

He felt strange still, not like himself the least bit. Only time would tell if he could recall the full events, he knew something happened to his friends and himself, for the past few nights were nothing but blurs.

But he remembered seeing blood in a hotel room and Kane covered in it….

The End?

Author's note.

Ok guys, I keep apologizing for the delay of this story, in all honestly, I haven't been able to make myself write for nearly two months! And I didn't know how I was going to end this story. I am so sorry again for the delay and I will try to be more prompt the next time. I PROMISE!!!