Here I'll be putting my various little writings about the Undertaker and various characters. These will be both written by me as well as other fans who've contributed. Please note..I never claimed to be a writer, so please don't tell me they suck, ok? This is simply something I do for fun. By the way, if any of you have any fan fiction involving either Undertaker or Kane, feel free to submit them to me to include here. I hope to start a "library" here. I have a link to the first story here, which is hosted on my Brides of Kane site, and the link is below. Thanks.
~Rest In Peace
Storm
Deadly Nightshade
By Taz
Friends Forever
By Kimberly Hearn
In The Beginning..
It was a rainy night in the city when I received the call. A call that would change my life forever. I was in my apartment watching a video when the phone rang. Hastily, I reached over and grabbed the receiver from it's cradle, my eyes still on the TV.
"Hello?"
"Is this Storm?" It was a man's voice. A man who sounded strangely familiar. I was intrigued, yet..something seemed..odd about him for some reason.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Someone you know very well. Come to me, Storm. You know the way."
What? What the heck was he talking about?! All I could think at that point was that this person was just plain crazy. Either that, or some psycho stalker. The last thing I needed after the hectic week I'd had was some nutcase calling up and harrassing me. Still, I decided to play along..for the moment.
"The way to what?!" I made sure the amusement in my voice was obvious, though my quickening heartbeat showed the nervousness I truly felt inside.
"The way to the darkside. Bring the others. Remember..follow your heart." Then nothing..no dial tone, nothing.
Well, that was that. There was no way in hell I could possibly concentrate on the movie after that. I grabbed the remote and turned the video off, trying to figure out what this strange person was talking about.
My brain told me it was nothing, just someone playing a joke or something, but my heart felt there was something to the call. Exactly what that was, I would soon find out.
That night I had dreams of a man. A man in black who stood in the shadows, calling my name softly. That voice. It was so very familiar, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not make out more than a silhouette of his body. The next morning I awoke sweaty and gasping for air. There was a sense of urgency in my heart, and without even thinking I got right out of bed, packed my clothes, grabbed my cat "Sting", and took off in my car. I was starting to question my sanity as I drove and drove, not even knowing where I was going, yet following this voice inside my head that would tell me "This way..." and somehow I knew which way "this" was. I laughed aloud. "This is insane.."
About four hours later, I pulled into a driveway. A long, winding driveway that seemed to go nowhere, yet suddenly, there it was. A huge Mansion sat looming over me on a gently sloping hill. There was forest surrounding it on three sides, and a large fountain on the front lawn. ~Strange~, I thought. ~This seems familiar to me as well..but how?~ I grabbed my three suitcases, along with "Sting's" pet carrier, and slowly walked up the sidewalk to the steps, gawking at the architecture. When I reached the top of the steps, I realized there was a note taped to the front door. I dropped my bags and grabbed the note, my heartbeat increasing like it had the night before when I received the strange call. I opened the note quickly. It read..
Dearest Storm,
So glad you could make it. Remember the others..
Undertaker
I must've stood there holding that note for ten minutes, reading and re-reading to make sure I wasn't just seeing things. Undertaker?! He wasn't real, was he? Everyone knew that the Undertaker was really Mark Calaway..Or was he?
Into The Darkness
As I stood there clutching the note in my hands, my heart began to beat so fast I thought I would drop dead right there on the spot. This can't be happening..I thought. Just when I was about to turn back to my car and hightail it out of there, the door to the huge structure made a soft clicking sound and opened. I must've jumped back at least a foot in fear, but something drew me in. Something in my mind changed, and I found myself easing toward the open door and the dark interior of the Mansion.
I carefully looked around the edge of the door, half-expecting to see some axe-wielding maniac preparing to strike me down. There was nothing. No one was there. "What on Earth?" I said, my brows furrowing in confusion. I stepped into the home, bags and pet carrier in hand, and sat them down at my feet while I gazed at the impressive architecture I could make out even in the dim light. The place was done in Victorian-style, the colors were mostly dark maroons, purples, and blacks with some gold trimming. The furniture that I could just make out in the room next to the entryway where I stood was large and plush. There was a large velvet couch, and at least two velvet armchairs. These were all turned so that they faced the massive brick fireplace. Beyond that, the room was dark and I couldn't make out any more details.
"Hello?" I called, my voice bouncing off the walls and echoing. I felt a chill travel down my spine and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a presence behind me. I whirled around to face the intruder, the arm that clutched my purse raised high over my head, preparing to fight with all my strength if need be. I dropped this arm just as quickly as I came face to face with him.
I found myself looking up and up until I met his emerald greeen gaze. He stood there, arms crossed and staring at me calmly. I felt as if his eyes were reaching right into my very soul and pulling it out to become his own. I backed away from him in disbelief. "Okay, now I know I'm losing it." I mumbled. "There is no way that the Undertaker is standing right in front of me. No way!" I thought I saw a glimmer of amusement in his eyes and his mouth twitched into a half-smile, half-smirk. "Oh, but I am here. In the flesh. I've been waiting for you.."
To Be Continued..
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