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TAKEN
I woke up this morning to a huge crash. Someone broke in to my house I thought. I had a gun in my drawer and I was prepared
to use it. I grabbed my gun then put my robe on and went around the house to look for the intruder. As I was walking, I
heard no noise so I decided to go back to bed.
I heard someone walking around my room. I was not one to get scared this easily but for some reason I felt that I was
in great danger. I opened my eyes to see two, beautiful, acid green eyes looking down at me. It was very dark in my house
at night because I lived in the middle of nowhere and there were no street lights, whatsoever, anywhere near my house. I
could not see the man fully, but I knew that it was a man because of his huge muscles.
I looked into his eyes and saw the wanting for revenge, but what for? I thought. I saw no fear of pain in this mans eyes,
nor did I see the unwillingness to give pain to one who deserves it. I wondered why I deserved the pain I was going to receive.
I probably should have screamed at the sight of this big man, but I was too interested to find out why he was in my house,
even if I would have screamed it would not have helped, no one would have heard me. I was great friends with Hunter, a.k.a.
Triple H and Shawn Michaels in the WWE but I thought that was no reason for this man to attack me. Who was he, what was he
doing here, why me, what did I do?
As I was thinking all that I was too distracted to see that I had been tied to my four-post bed. I looked up at him again
and asked him why he was doing this to me. Your little friends are going to find out what the price is when you mess with
the Undertaker," is all he said to me.
I looked at him and saw him bring a towel over to me and I knew that it had to have poison on it so I tried not to breath
it in but when you are tied to a bed it is kinda hard to escape from something especially when it is held right in front of
your face. I lay there trying not to breath in this poison that he holds in front of me but it is too hard, I take a deep
breath. After a minute, or two I fall into the darkest of all sleeps, death?
When I wake up, I'm in a strange room tied to a symbol of some sort. And I am freezing. The room is dark and cold.
I hear a door open but do not see anything. I then hear footsteps walking toward me. I try to see but it is no use. When
I can see the man he is right in front of me and I scream. He takes me down from my place on this symbol. I feel that I
am wearing a dress of some sort; I do not remember wearing a dress.
This man takes me to a room lit only by candles. I look around and see that the dress that I am wearing is black, the
room is also black, what kind of place am I in? I hear the beginnings of a song "The sprit of the undertaker lives within
the soul of all mankind, the internal flame life that can not be extinguished, the origin of which can not be explained."
It sounds like a funeral is about to make its way through. I stand there frightened. I look around and see a tall throne
drenched in black, surrounded by flames.
I am told to kneel but I disobey, not completely on purpose but I am too involved in looking at the scenery to obey commands.
I feel someone pull me to my knees and when I hit the floor I feel like I snapped something in my knee. I looked at the throne
again and the man sitting on it was the man who kidnapped me before. "Bow to your master," the man kneeling beside
me said. "Never," was my reply. The man on the throne stood and said, "So, you want to be stubborn? We can
change that." I was scared but still stood my ground, but when I get scared I do some really stupid things. "Fuck
you," I said. The man tilted his head and stared at me. To that he said, "five hours in the torture chamber."
The man that brought me in was now standing and I was surrounded by the whole Ministry. I was still kneeling, but not
for long, they pulled me up to my feet and took me to this room, different from the one I woke up in. They threw me down
the stairs then came to get me. They tied me up to the mysterious symbol again, I knew what the symbol was but could not
place it. After they tied me up they left and the room started to fill up with water. As I looked around I got more and
more scared, I thought that this is how I was going to die, by drowning.
The room took what seemed to be a lifetime to fill up. I was submerged to my neck in freezing water, I thought it would
keep going, thank God it didn't. After what seemed to be forever I passed out from the pain or the cold, I'm not sure which
one.
As I woke up this time I was in the room with the throne again. This room was strange, its walls were covered in black
but when the light hit them just right I saw blood spots. What was done in this room, will I get to witness it first hand,
what is my fate, death? all this was going through my head as again I was told to bow to my master. "How can you consider
him a master," I asked. The man in the robes, known as the Undertaker, again tilted his head to my question. I could
tell that I was pissing him off but I did not care; I was not going to go down without a fight. I really should think before
I speak but he was pissing me off and I do not take shit from anyone, I learned that when I used to hang out with Shawn and
Hunter. They were not here and it did not look like they were going to be any time soon.
"Fine, if she wants to be that way she can bring the pain to herself, I am not going to stop her. Take her to the
cell," the Undertaker told his men to do to me this time. The cell that I was put in was creepy, to say the least.
It had human bones in it and some were recent because they still had flies around them.
I am not sure how long I was in the cell until someone came in; I lost count at five hours. When this person came in
he unlocked my cell and took me back to the Undertaker and this time I had no choice but to bow to him, I was shoved to my
knees. "Have you made the choice to accept me?" the man asked. "Does it look like I will accept you?"
is how I answered. "Fine, then there will be a sacrifice tonight," he answered. I thought that the sacrifice was
going to be me, how wrong I was.
The men took me to another room where there was a large table and various knives and daggers on a second, smaller table.
The Undertaker came in and all of his followers bowed to him; I did not. "That's ok, you keep playing your game, you
will regret it," he told me. I just glared at him, not answering. He motioned to the door and I thought they were going
to take me to the table. The door opened and they brought in a limp figure, I looked more closely and saw that it was Shawn.
I was madly in love with this man and when I saw him my hart sank to the floor. The Undertaker knew how to play rough. I
had to think of a way to help my friend. I decided that I needed to put my pride away and accept Undertaker as my master.
They laid Shawn"s limp body on the table and I began to struggle hard against the man holding me. Soon there were more
people holding me and I asked, "what the fuck did you do to him?" The Undertaker just looked at me for a while
then said, "Say good bye to your one and only love." I shot the man, before me, with an evil, pleading look but
it did not help. I wanted to know how he knew that Shawn was the one and only but I saw Shawn moving and I ran to him and
asked if he was ok. "Will you accept me or not?" the Undertaker asked me. I looked to Shawn and he said "do
not do this, it is not worth it." I started to cry; I felt that no matter what I said, Shawn was going to die at this
mans hands. I looked to the Undertaker and said, "I accept." "Good," is all he said as he picked up
one of the daggers and drove it in to Shawn's chest. "You fucking bastard," is all I could manage to get out.
I was, again, taken to the cell where I had spent five hours. This time someone was already in the other cell. I sat in
my cell and thought about what happened just minuets before. As I was thinking I heard the other person say to me, "were
you with Shawn?" "Yes," the voice of the other man was familiar but was so stressed that I could not tell
who it was. "Did they kill him?" I remembered the whole scene in my head, "yes." The other man started
to cry, as did I. This man who I was with now was obviously friends with Shawn too. "Who are you?" I asked. "You
don't know?" "No Its Hunter," he told me. We were both still crying over our loss.
One of the Undertakers people came in and said "aww, isn't this sweet," as he took Hunter and another came for
me. We were taken to this room and made to bow to the Undertaker again, "don't fight him he is not worth our strength,"
Hunter told me, but I was to pissed to put my pride away this time. Undertaker looked to me and said, "Well, are you
happy, you killed your friend?" I was so pissed at this point, he was going to pay. "I accepted you, but you still
killed him, not me, you bastard," I said. "Yes, I drove the knife through him but it was your fault," he told
me.
I started to cry at his harsh words. "You know what, I am getting sick of this shit, I will never again accept you
as my master," I told him angrily. "So you want to go back on your word?" he asked. "Damn straight,"
I said. "Fine, whip him," he demanded with a growl.
I looked to my side, where Hunter was, and he was being whipped like a horse. Hunter had a pained look on his face, and
just before he passed out from the pain he told me not to give into this man. "Why are you doing this to me?" I
asked as I stood up. "I did not excuse you to stand," he replied. "That did not answer my question,"
I growled, still standing. "Kneel before me, slave," he growled. "I am not your slave, nor will I ever be,"
I told him. "KNEEL," he demanded. "Make me." "Fine, as you wish." I was again shoved to
my knees.
I just glared at him as he grinned. "What do you want with me?" I asked. "I want your soul, he informed
me." "Why?" I asked. "Revenge," he explained.
Hunter was starting to stir and I ran to him. "You did not agree to anything, did you?" Hunter asked. "No,"
I told him. "Good, don't, no matter what happens to me."
"Will you accept me as your master?" the Undertaker asked again. "Never again," was my reply. "Ok
then," is all he said as I heard a scream of pain. I looked to my side to see Hunter lying in a puddle of blood on the
floor; he had been stabbed in the back by one of the Undertaker's followers. I fell to my knees holding my head in my hands,
crying over my friends body. Why me I thought. "Because you will not accept me," I looked to the Undertaker with
surprise, "I can read your thoughts," he told me. I just kneeled before him in shock. "Will you stop killing
people if I accept?" I asked. I was alone now. The only men that I loved and trusted were now dead, so I had no reason
to live. "You will be the last," he said to me with a smile. "WHAT?" I asked in a scream. "You
are my ultimate prize."
I was shocked, he wanted to kill me. "Fine," I agreed, not believing that I did so. He looked at me evilly
and said "there will be a sacrifice tonight!" The very thought scared the shit out of me.
I was taken to the same room that Shawn was killed in and was laid on the same table. I laid in wait for the Undertaker
and my fate. He came in and I was next. He picked up the same dagger that he killed Shawn with, it still had his blood on
it, and said "you shall be killed with the same knife that you killed your friend with." I was waiting to be killed
when I heard my name being called. I woke up in my own bed safe and sound with Shawn and Hunter trying to wake me up.
"You ready for Raw and our date tonight?" Shawn asked. I looked at him with a grin and said "yea."
I told him and Hunter about my dream and they said that nothing like that would ever happen, they would not allow it. I
felt safe in their arms. Shawn and I had been going out for a year and at dinner before Raw he asked me to marry him and
I said yes.
I was having a great time with Shawn and Hunter at Raw. I got this horrible feeling like someone was watching me though.
I walked out with Hunter to the ring, he had a match with Undertaker. I had never met the Undertaker before and when he
was walking to the ring he gave me an evil look that scared the shit out of me. I just returned the look, not sure what was
going through his head. The match was planned to have Hunter winning and he did. Undertaker was pissed he did not want
his match to end this way. When it did his whole ministry came out and attacked Hunter while Undertaker abducted me. We
walked past me and Shawn's dressing room and he was laying in a puddle of blood on the floor. Undertaker said to say good-bye
as he taped my mouth shut and took me away, my worse nightmare is about to come true.
The End?
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