They Don't See You How I Do (Kane X Reader)

2

"Ten minutes" you mutter, reminding yourself how long you have before you have to meet Kane. Since last Monday there had been strict rules put in place by Kane, who you're allowed to talk to, who you're allowed to see. It had been difficult for the most part, you had spend the majority of time alone, so coming back for Raw everything feels very crowded.

You have been met with many worried looks thus far, and you know exactly why. People are scared, now more than ever. And they are only going to get more so. 

"Y/n" Rob Van Dam calls. You look towards him, and he beckons you closer with his hand.

"What do you want?" You ask.

"You can't keep going around pretending everything's okay, Kane is evil, he will hurt you" You shrug, Rob's opinion being more annoying than caring to you.

"Honestly, I don't care. I really don't see what your problem with him is. He's fine" you walk away, dismissing any other elements of conversation with the high flyer.

You walk around some more, noticing Eric Bischoff in the ring through one of the screens.

"Doesn't he have a match with Shane?" you ask yourself.

"Yes" You stop, recognising the voice instantly, "He does" you turn slowly, Kane standing right behind you. Instinctivly you take a step back, Kane being far too close for your liking.  Despite the extra distance you have created Kane closes it once more, leaning close to whisper "And that's exactly where we're going" The words leave his lips slowly, some words being dragged out longer than others. The way he says it causes a shaky breath to make it's way out of your mouth and Kane chuckles darkly, moving away from you.

Kane grabs your arm, not too tight enough to hurt you, and pulls you along to the gorilla.

You get a few sorry looks from technicians who see him holding your arm and pulling you along, but you shake them off. He isn't hurting you. and what business of theirs is it anyway?

You flinch at the volume of the pyrotechnics, them going off as you step out. Kane walks out just behind you, and you notice Shane standing, watching you and Kane from the ring.

As you and Kane continue to advance towards him Shane makes his way out of the squared circle, causing Kane to take a hold of your arm and make you walk behind him rather than by his side.

He lets go as Shane throws a punch, his fist hitting Kane in the face.

Kane shoves Shane, sending the smaller man backwards, but Shane quickly gets back to his feet, resuming with the punches. Shane forces Kane to hunch over the barricade, punching him once more before something catches his eye.

A cable.

He looks at you, and you see the anger in his eyes as he picks up the black wire, his memory of the week before exactly why he's picked it up. He quickly wraps the copper around Kane's neck as you had done with his a week earlier. Kane tries to hit him but Shane jumps onto Kane's back, opting to try and put the big red monster in a sleeper hold, but it is short lived, Kane instead flipping him.

Once Shane is back on his feet you point behind him, where Kane is waiting.

Shane turns around right into Kane's boot, knocking him to the floor. Kane picks Shane back up, screaming at the smaller man before throwing him into a steel ring post, but Kane isn't done.

Shane's body hurtles towards you and you jump out of the way in the nick of time. Kane stands above Shane for no more than a second before moving towards the steel stairs. He launches the top half towards two camera men, picking up the bottom.

Shane looks at you for help, and you find yourself staring down at him, your face expressionless bar the hint of a smile and the amusement in your eyes. Once more Shane finds himself being picked up, but this time he is carried over to the steel stairs and tomb-stoned.

Shane lies there limp, leaning on the steel stairs. Kane knelt above him.

"Get him back in the ring" you say, and Kane glances at you, a deadly glimmer in his eyes, seeming not to appreciate your demand.

But he does it anyway, standing and waiting for the bell to ring, signalling the win of Eric Bischoff.

You see the demonic smile on Kane's face as he walks backwards, pulling you with him.

Like last time he puts his arm over your shoulders, the two of you turning and walking up the ramp together.

Once backstage Kane removes his arm, walking off in the direction of his locker room. You follow him, knowing his lip needs looking at.

When he gets to the locker room he leaves the door open for you to walk in after him, and you close it, knowing if you don't someone is sure to come come snooping.

Kane turns around upon hearing the door close, anger written all over his face.

"I think it's time we put a couple more rules in place" he says, stalking across the room until he stands directly in front of you.

"More rules?" you ask. You'd had a hard enough time not talking to certain people, but now he is going to make it worse? Really?

"Yes. And they are for when we are out dealing with someone" You bite the inside of your lip ad nod, telling yourself he's only like this because he's angry. "When we are out in front of the camera's you do not speak unless someone speaks to you, you do what I tell you when I tell you and you do not tell me what to do" Kane's face was now mere inches away from yours, the anger radiating off of  him.

You nod meekly, appreciating the speed in which he then walks away from you, giving you space to at least breathe.

You follow after him none the less, determined to at least clean up his lip, your phone ringing in the process. You pull it out of your pocket, picking up the call.

"Hey" you say, having recognised the number, an old friend who regards herself as your biggest fan.

"Hey girl, I just caught up with my recordings, what on Earth are you doing?!" She shouts down the phone. You have just put it on speaker so you can keep it next to you while you clean up Kane.

You mouth an apology to him, taking a seat on the counter.

"Look, it's something I had to do" you run the cold tap, running the flannel Kane had picked up under it before wringing it out

"Something you had to do?! Are you mad, that man is dangerous, did you not see what he did to Linda?" You sigh seeing Kane's highly amused face.

"Look, now isn't the time to be talking about all this" you state, wiping the blood from around Kane's mouth.

"Yes it is, you better stop aligning yourself with him. He's dangerous and he's scaring the kids to death" your best friend states.

Kane laughs at the sound of this, and everything goes silent.

"You're with him aren't you?" She asks. You don't answer.

"She's with me alright" Kane states, and no response comes from the other end of the line, "And she will continue to be with me until I see fit"

"Y/n, you've got to get out of-" Kane hangs up, slamming the phone on the counter beside you, standing.

"I'm not going anywhere" you defend.

"No, you're not" Kane begins, his hand finding it's way to your throat, "And if you even think about trying to leave, well. Hell will be the nicest of the torment you subject yourself to" You aren't going to leave, not if you have the choice.

"Is that a threat?" you ask, raising your eyebrow, Kane answering by tightening his grip ever so slightly. You send a twisted smile his way and Kane lets go, stepping back and examining his hand. "It isn't you, it's me" Kane looks at you, a confused look on his face.

"Masochist" you state with a slight shrug of your shoulders. Kane scowls. None of his usual, physical tactics will work to scare you.

"I guess I'll have to come up with something else for you" he mutters. You nod, having heard him.

"I guess you will"