Deadly End

"Hold still sweetie or I'm going to poke you in the eye again." One of the maids said as she tried to get me ready for my wedding.

The Undertaker was wasting no time in making me his bride. I had only been here for a month and a half and already our wedding was being planned. Mark kept his distance from me whenever The Undertaker was around, but he seemed to have no trouble sneaking me out to the garden so we could plan an escape. So far, we hadn't come up with a good enough plan to get ourselves out of this place and I was beginning to lose hope. Sometimes we didn't even talk of escaping at all. We walked around the place telling each other about our lives and how we each wished we could do something different.

"I want to see the world, settle down," he turned and looked at me with a smile, "Marry a fine woman…have children…"

I smiled and walked over to a rose bush, "I would like to do that someday, but unfortunately the Undertaker isn't giving me any options…I wish this marriage didn't have to happen."

He sighed and whispered, "Yeah..me too."

"What?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh nothing, I was just saying that I feel really bad that he's forcing you to do so much against your will."

I nodded, "Oh…ok then."

I loved hanging out with Mark, he was so charming and outspoken about life. At one point I imagined it being him I was marrying and not the Undertaker. Things would be so different…

I sighed heavily once the maid was done with my make-up, not wanting to go through with this at all. Why did I have to be so naive? I should have known the Undertaker was evil…but I guess that's what I get for not listening to Steve.

"There you go miss; I trust those shoes won't be a problem for you." She asked as he took my hands into her own and stood me to my feet. I had put on even more weight in my belly and was starting to look like a balloon that reached its limit. To be quite honest, I couldn't believe he was willing to marry me before the baby even got here. I guess there wouldn't be much of a wedding night then…oh well.

"Um…I'll be alright I suppose." I said as I glanced down at the strapless deep purple gown I was wearing. It made me look a lot bigger than what I was, which made me hate it just the same.

"Oh don't you worry dear, the Undertaker is a wonderful man once you get to know him." She said. "Just give him a chance and you'll see."

I smiled at her a little and then sent her on her way. I did not want to go through with this…and I was hoping for a miracle.

A few seconds later there was a knock at my door.

"Come in." I said softly, thinking it was another one of his maids or minions.

"Serena?"

I turned around and saw Mark stepping into the room. He looked very handsome in his black tux and his short hair all cut and combed out. He was holding a small bouquet of red roses in his hand as he approached me.

"Hey," I said. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled, "I'm escorting you downstairs…is that alright?"

"Your brother trusts you enough to do that?" I asked.

"Of course not, which is why I'm being watched by his minions." He said.

I giggled, "Figures."

He stared at me for a moment admiring my look. "You look beautiful….I picked these for you."

I smiled as he handed me the bouquet. Our fingers brushed one another as he began to pull away. I looked up into his eyes and he looked back into mine. Finally after a moment of silence he stepped closer to me and gently kissed my forehead. I couldn't hold back my smile as he stepped back from me.

"Uh…we should get going." I said.

He nodded, "Yeah, you're right."

I hooked my arm with his and together we walked out of the room. We couldn't help but exchange a few glances at each other as we made our way down to the ceremony. Before we got there, I started to feel a little pain in my belly but I shook it off like it was nothing. When it came time to walk me down the aisle, the pain intensified, making me bend over in pain.

The Undertaker quickly ran down the aisle and bent down next to me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, "No…I think I'm in labor…"

Without another word he had me turn around so we could go to the hospital wing. The pain was so intense that I could barely walk.

"Undertaker…I can't walk…" I said.

He snorted, "Oh really? And I suppose you expect me to carry you then?"

Mark growled and scooped me up into his own arms. "You arrogant pig! How can you expect her to walk all the way to the other side of this place when she's in labor!"

The Undertaker said nothing else as Mark basically ran ahead with me in his arms. Part of me didn't even want to have this child knowing what a cruel world she would be living in.

As soon as Mark got me to the hospital wing, the nurses and doctor's got to work quickly to help the labor along. The Undertaker sighed and then turned to leave the room, "I'll be in my chambers…let me know when the little one is here."

Mark glared at him as he left. He then got up and locked the door before looking at everyone. "Do it now!"

"Do what?" I asked before feeling a needle get stuck into my belly. The pain instantly stopped along with the movement of the baby.

"W-what just happened?" I asked. "Did you kill my baby?"

"No Serena," Mark said as he took off his jacket, "We're getting you out of here."

"What? How?" I asked as the doctor sat me up in bed.

Mark came to my side, "There's a secret passageway in this room. We're going to go through it and then I'm going to get you into hiding."

"Oh great, more hiding. He'll just find me again." I said.

Mark shook his head, "No he won't. That fluid that was just shot into you, also disables that mark he put on you."

"So that means…"

"You'll be safe…now come on so we can go." He told me as he took my hands and stood me up. Just as we were about to step through the secret door behind the mirror, the bedroom door blasted open.

"Do you two really think I'm that stupid?" The Undertaker said before stepping into the room. We looked at him, completely frozen in fear as he made his way across the room.

"How dare you try to take my bride away from me!" he yelled before sending Mark flying into a wall.

I screamed feeling more scared than ever before. He slowly turned and looked at me with cold eyes at first, and then his face softened.

"Come here, my sweet…I'm not going to hurt you." He said.

I didn't budge for a few seconds. All I kept wondering was whether or not Mark was alright.

"Come on, don't be scared my dear." He said.

I inched towards him slowly until he was able to wrap his arms around me.

"I know you didn't realize what was going on dear…" he said as he gently patted my hair. "However…you must give Mark a punishment."

I backed away from him, "What kind of punishment?"

"He tried to take you from me so…" I watched as he pulled a small dagger from his pocket and showed it to me. "…he gets the death penalty."

I shook my head, "No…Undertaker please."

He narrowed his eyes at me and then glared at his unconscious brother for a moment. Suddenly he started laughing hysterically.

"Oh Serena…if you won't kill him…then I guess you'll go with him!" he said before quickly stabbing me in the stomach with the dagger.

I gasped in both shock and pain as he pulled it out and then stabbed me again.

"Goodnight…my sweet." He whispered before letting me hit the floor. "Get rid of them! I don't want a trace of them left!"

"Yes sir," the doctor said as The Undertaker left the room.

I felt myself slipping unconscious…and growing colder by the second. This was it…I was about to die and my child was going with me. I guess he got his revenge…and I was the proof of it.

Readers: This story is far from over! Tune in when I write the Sequel which will be called, "Fearless" I hope you enjoyed this story!