Taker had been having quite a few restless nights lately. Oh, sure, he'd go to sleep, but he had nightmares that spooked even him; the "Lord of Darkness". One night, after a house show, he had a dream about beating the hell out of his friend, Bradshaw, for screwing up a move, and hurting him.

The next morning, when he left his hotel room, he saw that the door to Bradshaw's room had been ripped off it's hinges. He stepped inside, and asked the surrounding police, "what the hell happened here?" "Somebody broke in here, and beat your co-worker, Bradshaw. He's in the hospital, unconscious." "Shit," he barely whispered his shocked curse. "What hospital?" "St. Joseph's." "Thanks."

When he got to the hospital, Bradshaw had came around. When he laid eyes on Undertaker, Bradshaw said, "get away from me!" "They must have hit you pretty damn hard. It's me, your buddy, Taker." "I know who the hell you are. I also know what you did to me. Now, get the fuck out of here!" "What are you talking about?" "You did this, you son of a bitch!" "What? I'd never hurt you on purpose, man." "I sure as hell didn't do this to myself. Besides, I saw you. You turned the light on, so I could see you." Taker sighed. "I'll leave, but know this; I'd never do this to you."

Once he got in his rental car, he looked at himself in the rearview mirror. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself. He closed his eyes for half a second, and when he looked back, he saw his reflection as the Lord of Darkness, except with glowing violet eyes. The reflection laughed evilly, and said, "have you forgot about me? You can't keep pushing me to the back of your mind. If you won't do my bidding on your own, I will force you to."

Taker's eyes became wide with shock. He ran his hand over his face. When he looked back, he looked like himself again. "It's just the stress."

He drove as fast as possible to the next town he was to perform in. He wanted a chance to relax, and clear his head before the nights show. As soon as he got to the hotel, and into his room, he dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. As soon as he laid on the bed, there was a knock on the door. "What?" he yelled out. "Taker, we need to have a meeting." It was Vince. "Shit," he mumbled. "Give me a minute." He sat up, and put his shoes back on.

Chris Benoit, A-Train, John Cena, Eddie Guerrero, Rhyno, Rey Mysterio and Big Show waited impatiently to hear what the boss had to say. "Well, men, we're going to have a "number one contender" tournament. The eight of you will be in the first round." He took a moment to look at his legal pad. "Benoit and Train... Cena and Guerrero... Rhyno and Show... Taker and Rey... I would have waited until we were at the arena, but I have my own thing going tonight." Rey glanced sideways, then upward to look at Taker's face. "Damn," he mumbled. Rey looked at Vince. "I take it my chances of winning are slim," he joked. "How about none," Taker said, his voice going back to the sinister deepness of the Lord of Darkness.

Everyone noticed the change, but only Vince was brave enough to speak. "You ok, Taker?" He shook his head a little, to clear the fog away. "Uh, yeah. Just a little tired." "Ok. That's what you guys are doing tonight. If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to the others." The group seperated, and went back to their rooms. Taker laid back down, and fell asleep. He didn't wake up until the next morning.

"SHIT!" The first thing he did was grab the phone, and call Vince's room. "Vince, I'm sorry I missed the show last night." "What are you talking about? You were there. You gave Rey one hell of a beating." "What?" Vince was silent for a moment. "What's the last thing you remember?" "The meeting in the hall. Then, I came to the room to lay down." "Taker, go home, and get some rest. Me and about 26,000 people saw you fight Rey last night." "Alright. I guess I could use a break."

After hanging up with Vince, Taker went to take a shower. He started the water, then turned to the mirror. The reflection of the Lord of Darkness was what he saw. "Not this again," he muttered. "I warned you. I knew you would do the match by the books, so I used your body. You will hear me, and obey, or I will hurt someone you love very much." "Who? You already hurt my best friend, and you probably killed that kid," he yelled. "A certain... woman." The mirror began to fog over. Taker wiped it off with his hand, but the reflection was gone. "I'm losing my fucking mind."

After about twenty minutes, he awoke. He tried to close his eyes, to go back to sleep, but they wouldn't shut. He put the chair back up, and stood, as if his body was controlling itself, instead of his mind. "What the..." The words were spoken in his head. He couldn't speak, though he tried. "You just wouldn't listen, would you? I tried to tell you, but you wanted to be all lovie dovie with your wife. Now, it's my turn." "Leave my wife out of this, you son of a bitch!" his mind screamed. The Lord of Darkness laughed. "You think you're mad now, wait until you see what I do. I wanted you to be awake this time. I want you to see." "See what?"

His body walked into the kitchen, and opened the drawer. "What are you doing, honey?" Sara asked. "I came in to help you. Need me to cut anything for you?" She smiled at him. "Yeah, you can cut up the onion." She turned back to the stove, and went back to stirring the contents of the pan. Taker brought the knife up over his head, and brought it down in the middle of Sara's back. He pulled the knife back out, and let her stumble back into the counter. Then, he stabbed her in the chest. "Oh, God... Nooooo!!!" "I told you, but you wouldn't listen. The Lord of Darkness can not be domesticated. He can't live in wedded bliss," he said while repeatedly stabbing her. "We are two parts of one person. Whether you like it or not, it's still you she sees killing her."

Once her body fell to the floor, he turned the knife on himself. "You know, I think I'll kill you, so I can be reborn." "I don't care what you do. Kill me if you want." "You always were weak minded," the Lord of Darkness said, before plunging the knife in the body at just the right angle to hit his heart. Taker's lifeless body fell to the floor. As the Lord's spirit floated from Taker's body, he said, "stupid fool!"

Hundreds of miles away, a baby was born with violet eyes, that seemed to glow from within.