Chapter 1- what the hell? Kane

As many of you are now currently aware… Hunter got hurt once more. He tore his Quad again, and you know. That rather has me on edge. You see, I depended him to protect my wife if anything were to happen. In the words of good ol' JR. "He's as good as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest" granted, I am sure a one legged man would do well if he had a chair and a strong leg. But let's not get off topic.

He has undergone surgery and it was successful, when he came too, I was in the room with my wife and Stephanie. "You got to take it easy Hunter" Steph told him.

Hunter, who was still groggy didn't say much; he was trying more than anything to keep his eyes open. This was when things got weird. The markings on his arms, they began to luminate… just slightly. It was enough for all to see it, and at a moment's notice, his eyes shot open. Hunter sat up in bed, fully awake. "What the hell" were the first words from his mouth. He looked about the room and began to realize what happened to him. He fell back in his bed and let out a sigh. "I'm stuck for six months again… aren't I?" he asked

"More or less" Were the first words from my mouth. "You ok man? I just saw your arms light up"

Hunter looked at me oddly, until he noticed the markings on his arms. "Yeah… about that… Wait a minute…" He moved the sleeve from his hospital shirt, and began to notice the markings.. are spreading across his body! I didn't intend this, hell I don't even know how or why this is happening! He looked under his shirt, and saw the markings on his chest. Pulling back the blanket… I watched the dark line spread down to his surgically repaired leg. Hunter grasped onto it for a moment, searing in pain. It grew too much as he let out a scream in agony! The nurses rushed into the room and checked to see what was wrong.

"Sir, are you in pain? Is it your leg sir?" the nurses asked.

Hunter clenched his teeth, trying to swallow the torment down, yet he couldn't. This wasn't right! "What's wrong with him?" Melissa asked of me.

It lasted five minutes at least; the nurses just got the bandages off his keen when they gasped in utter shock! "Get the doctor, he must see this!" one called.

I peered past them and saw for myself what was the matter. I was even stunned to this! Hunter's leg… was healed!

I saw no scar from surgery, or anything indicating he was under the knife, the pain soon returned as the marking moved to his other leg, it was as if the marking I gave him lived. And it knew Hunter had harmed himself before.

It wasn't as painful this time around. I watched his leg turn to a dark, pale flesh color; the nurses didn't see such a thing… was it visible to only my eyes? He bit his lip, and didn't usher a word until the doctor came in. He checked Hunter's leg, and was as perplexed as ever.

"We need to do an MRI, are you alright with that?" he asked.

Triple H shrugged. "Do I look like I am going anywhere?"

Yeah, definitely Hunter, so we know it's not changing him as a person… just… changing his body… whatever the hell it is!

We sat back and watched them wheel Hunter out of the room. Stephanie instantly turned to me, knowing as it this was my doing. A coy grin came over her face. "You have no idea what you did to him huh?" she asked.

"What makes you think I did anything at all?"

"Glen, fess up" Melissa ordered me.

I rolled my eyes. I told Stephanie what I did to Hunter, he agreed with it full heartedly and let me test my blood on him just my marking his flesh. "I didn't do anything serious… But then again, I don't even know what the hell I wrote in blood"

"Whao, the markings are from your blood?" Melissa demanded.

"Well… I couldn't use a virgin now could I?" I replied with a smirk only to get a playful slap in the arm from her.

We waited for Hunter, it was a hour later until the doctor walked back into the room, still, perplexed as ever before. "Well? What's the news about my husband?" Stephanie asked.

The doctor stepped off to the side, as Hunter walked into the room! No limp or anything! He just finished putting on his t-shirt. We stood in utter amazement of him. He looked to us as if nothing was wrong. "What? Do you think I was going to walk around with my ass hanging out?" he questioned.

"It hasn't stopped you before" I smirked.