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>[For those of you who are completely clueless about >what some of the parts are, I've taken the liberty to >explain them at the end. Hopefully it will make more >sense to you by then.] >{I apologize to those of you who bother reading this. >I'll straight-off say, these parts are quite short in >plot and all, but that's actually what I expected, >although they seemed much longer when I was thinking >them through. And, Sir Mark, if you come across this >site and read this--I'm quite sorry if you read >ANYTHING I've wrote on here--don't think quite badly >of it, because if I had the time, it would've been a >lot worse.xD} >(This takes place a week later in a bar.) >"You guys want some JD?", Mark asked? "Mark, it's >eight in the morning and you're asking us if we want >JD? Did something impair your brain last night?", >Joohi asked. "Yea, I think I'll have some", Cena, >Glen, Mysterio, Matt, Jeff and Josa said. Mark got >some JD from the bartender and begun pouring eight >glasses. "No, Mark, I don't think I'll have any this >time", Daniella said. "Why n--", he began, cut off by >her firm headshake. "So are you still drumming >kiddo?", Josa asked. "Nope", she replied, "they split >apart a few weeks ago. Community gigs mainly." "Three >members in the band? That's weird for Shinedown", Glen >said. "Jasin came back after he got the whole >annulment done", Dani replied. "He divorced Melody?", >Joohi asked, surprised. "This is the same Melody we >know? Van Zant? Johnny's sister?", Mark asked. "Yea. >Melody Van Zant. They've been having some problems and >Jasin didn't want to deal with her anymore. You know >how he is", Daniella said. "Vince wants us back in >time for our match and more signings. So we gotta get >going in about three hours", Matt said. "Yea. We can >take the car there. It's in San Antonio, Mark", Jeff >said. "Home Sweet Home", Josa said, grinning. "Don't >you be doing anything stupid, cupcake", Joohi said, >smacking him lightly in the head. "Don't I be doing >anything stupid?", Josa asked. "Yea, man, you watch >yourself", Mysterio said, laughing. >Five hours later, they were all at the SmackDown! >stadium, a quarter way through the show. They were all >sitting in the locker-room, except for Matt and Jeff, >who were in a Triple Threat Tag Team match for the WWE >Tag Team titles against Paul London, Brian Kendrick >and DX. Mark was nowhere to be found. Dave, sitting >next to Dani, asked her where he was. "Si, amiga, de >donde es muerto?", Eddie asked, laughing and jingling >his car keys. "I….have no idea", Dani answered. Matt, >Jeff, Brian Paul, Shawn and Hunter walked into the >locker-room, laughing like maniacs. Paul ran into >Dani. "Tu es peligroso, holmes!", Eddie said, >chuckling. Paul shot out his hand and helped Dani off >the floor. "Sorry, didn’t mean to", London said. Shawn >smacked Matt on the back. "Dude, did you see how I >handled your brother out there?" Jeff walked up to >Shawn. "Man that HURT." "Maybe that’s the way McMahon >wants it", Hunter said, snorting. "Yea? What’s that >s’pposed to mean?", Jeff asked. "It means that if you >have a problem with being smacked around, you better >take it up with McMahon. Tell him you don’t like it. >He makes the storylines." Jeff got up into Hunter’s >face. "Well maybe I will." "You keep that attitude to >yourself, Jeff. I don’t deserve it." "WHAT >ATTITUDE?!?", Jeff screamed. "The one that just shot >outta your ass slapped me in the face. Leave me the >hell alone, punk", Hunter said, turning to leave. That >pissed Jeff off right on the spot. He raised his hand >to smack Hunter. Dani ran in the middle of them. >"Jeff, no!", she said. "Get away Dani. This is between >me and him. He’s gotta learn he doesn’t call the shots >around here", Jeff said. Mark came in and looked >around, then grabbed Hunter’s arm. "Forget it. You’re >offstage. It’s over." Hunter jerked his hand out of >Mark’s grip and walked away. "What was that all >about?", Matt asked. "No idea. I think he’s having >problems with Stephanie", Shawn said quietly. "So he >has to take this out on Jeff?", Brian asked. "That’s a >load of bull", Dave replied. They heard walking >approaching the locker-room and looked back. They saw >Porter walking in, followed by Sean and JJ, with Mat >tailing JJ. Mat grabbed JJ’s arm. "JJ, you said The >Prototypes would get back together again! You >bullshitted me!!", Mat said. "No, I said The >Phenomenal Daredevils would get back together. Mat, we >don’t click. Sorry", JJ said with his back turned. >Porter faced Mat, shaking his head and grinning. "Naw, >man, The Prototypes ARE getting back together. What do >you say to that, Lucas?", Porter asked. Mat grinned >"Porter, I owe you big time. Let’s go tell McMahon >we’re back." >Mark pulled Daniella a bit out of view of the locker. >"I’m not going to wait any longing for this, love", he >said. He pulled a small box from his jean pocket and >lowered himself unto one knee, putting the box into >her hand, closed his fingers around hers and looked >into her eyes. "Daniella, I love you with all my >heart. I am willing to do anything for you. You are my >One and Only." He paused for a moment, and looked at >his knee. The next thing he asked was barely audible. >"Will you marry me?" Daniella pulled him up and looked >into his eyes, answering without hesitation. "Mark >William Calaway." She smiled. "I love you with all I >have. You are the only one I ever want to be with. I >would brave death over and over for you. Yes, Mark. I >will marry you." He took the ring out and put it on >her finger. It was a topaz, with a piece of obsidian >in the middle. "Mark, it’s…." She couldn’t even finish >her though. The whole room exploded with laughter, >applause and whistles. Eddie started dancing like his >ass was on fire. They began walking for the door, but >Daniella put her finger through one of Mark’s belt >rungs and pulled lightly. He walked back and put his >arm around her waist. "What’s wrong?", he asked. >"Mark? I’m uhm…" "What? What is it?" He sounded >nervous. She leaned her head into the nape of his >neck. "I’m pregnant", she whispered. She buried her >face into his neck, not sure if she wanted to see his >next reaction. Mark withdrew his hand from her waist >and lifted her chin up until he was looking at her. >She locked her eyes with his and saw the biggest smile >on his face, tears of joy dripping down his face and >onto his t-shirt. "Is it a boy or a girl?", he asked. >"I've no idea. I just found out last night", she >replied. They walked to the car and sat inside. "We've >got a child", he said. "Yes. We do", she answered. >"You can’t just keep on wrestling", he said. "Yes, I >can", she replied, "I can do it for a few more months, >maybe five or six at most. Linda told me that there >was going to be a feud between Joohi and me, and he’d >want me out for five months after that." "And?" "And >that leaves about a month or two after the birth. I >can probably pull off a few more months outta Vince to >raise the baby. Mark, you and the baby are my world, >but I can’t give this up. The closest thing I have to >adventure now is working for Vince", she said. Mark >put a hand on her shoulder, looking startled. "Your >opinion of adventure is working for Vince? Vince >McMahon?" Daniella grinned. She took his remaining >hand and put it up to her face, slipping her tongue in >between his fingers. "I sure do. It’s the best >adventure I’ve ever had." Mark grinned. "You don’t >want to be doing that. Santa’s watching. He’ll put you >down as Naughty on his list, and he won’t have to >check it twice to make sure", Mark said, smiling >devilishly. "Yeah, well, maybe Santa’s gunna skip over >me just this once", Dani said. Mark put his arm around >her and leaned her onto his torso. "Seriously. >Daniella, what if you get hit badly? What if it >becomes a miscarriage? What then?", he asked. She >sighed. "Mark Mark Mark. I’ve been wanting this child >for over a year now. Don’t you go on thinking I’m not >gunna do everything in my willpower to protect it. >Mark, I want this chap as badly as you do. No Hell in >a Cell, no Caskets, No DQ matches. None of that >"hardcore" stuff. Normal one pin-fall matches only", >she answered. "Those aren’t the only things that can >go wrong, love. What if you’re thrown into an >unprotected turnbuckle, or slammed into the mat harder >than usual? What if the next match includes you being >smashed into the steps, or onto the announcers’ table? >You know how Vince is. Just about every match has one >or the other included in it. Is that what you want?", >he asked, his voice lower but more dangerous-sounding. >She looked out the window for a moment. "No, that’s >not what I want. But what do we do? Just walk up into >his office and tell him that I’m not wrestling for two >years or so? He won’t take that lightly." "Do I CARE >how lightly the bastard takes it? My child’s life is >not in Vince’s hands. It’s in our hands", he said, >giving her a light kiss. They got out of the car and >walked up to Teddy’s office, knocking twice. Teddy >opened the door, looking surprised. "What can I do for >you, playas?", he asked. "D’you know where Vince is?", >Daniella asked. "No. I haven’t seen him since the >start of the show. Why?" "Because we needed to tell >him that Daniella’s not going to be in for a long >while", Mark answered. "And why is that?", Teddy >asked. "I’ve got a baby growing in my womb. I’m not >taking any risks. You tell him that if you see him, >alright, Teddy?", Daniella explained. "Well that’s >great! Is it a boy or a girl?", Teddy asked. "No >idea", Mark answered. >The next few months dragged along slowly, but the date >of labor came. That day was probably the hardest Mark >and Dani had to endure. At least for a while. It >wasn't that easy; she was in labor for about 23 hours. >Mark stood by her side every moment he could and held >her hand, trying to calm her down. Well, the time came >for the baby's birth, and it was just about the most >unbearable pain that she had ever felt. It was as if >there needles stuck into every inch of her body, and >pressing harder with each push. When the baby was out >and there was crying, both Daniella's and Mark's face >were wet with joy. They had a baby. They had a baby >boy. On February 12, 1999, at 5:32 AM, their first >child was born in a hospital in Hartford, Connecticut. >It was a boy, weighing 8 lbs, 4 oz., at a full 22 >inches. (Well, with a 6’ 1 mom and a 6’ 9 dad, yea, >this baby was going to grow up to be TALL.) A nurse >came into the room with a clipboard. "Mr. and Mrs. >Calaway, you have visitors." In came Steve, Porter, >Joohi, Josa and Shawn. "Hey guys", Shawn said. "The >others couldn’t come. They send their greetings, >blessings, happiness, etc." "Thanks Shawn", Mark said, >"It’s great to have you all here." "We wouldn’t miss >it for the world", Josa said. "Is it a boy or a >girl?", Joohi said. "Boy", Mark said, smiling. >"What’re you naming him?", Porter asked. Daniella and >Mark looked at each other. They both had a name in >mind for months, but they weren’t sure if it would be >the right one. Although after the baby was borne, they >had no doubt that name would fit him so well. They >began throwing hints at each other. "Stephen King", >Mark said. "The Dark Tower", Daniella said. "The >Gunslinger", he replied. "Roland Deschain", she >finished, "Roland Deschain, son of Steven, of the Line >of Eld and the ka-tet of Nineteen and Ninety-Nine." >"Roland Calaway", Mark said, "Sounds pretty darn >good." "Keep the honor in there love. Roland Deschain >Calaway" "Yea. I like that", he said. He bent down and >kissed Roland on the head. "My boy", he said, sounding >choked up. "That’s alright, Mark", Porter said, >clapping him on the back. "Let’s just hope he won’t >turn out to be like Mordred and come after you, Mark", >Joohi said, chuckling. About a week later, Daniella >was discharged from the hospital and she came home >with Mark and Roland at 8 in the night. Their things >were put away and Mark and Daniella were sitting on >the floor, playing with Roland. "What did Vince say >when you told him I'd be out?", she asked, getting >ready to put the baby to sleep. They started walking >up the stairs. "He had absolutely no reaction. >Wouldn't even look at me. He just said 'Go, do what >you need and I hope you'll be happy. We'll miss you >two, and hopefully see you in a few years'" "Wow. It >doesn't sound like something he would say", she >replied, changing Roland. "He just lost two of his >greatest superstars for about two years. He won't be >too happy about it, but he ALSO knows that if he >starts something, he just might not be well enough to >manage another show for a while", Mark answered. He >picked up Roland and looked at him, smiling. "How in >the world is it possible for two green-eyed parents to >have a blue-eyed child?", he asked. "Blue eyes and >black curls, just like the original", she answered. >Mark kissed Roland and put him to bed, tucking him in. >Roland giggled, then yawned, and fell asleep. Daniella >stood by Mark's shoulder. At around two in the >morning, Daniella woke up to feed Roland. She got him >out of the crib and laid him in her hands. She felt >Mark's hands going up her back. "Mark, not now", she >said. "Yes now. He needs to be fed", he replied. He >pulled the shirt over her head and she began feeding >Roland. She burped him and lay him back down in his >crib when he fell asleep again. "This won't be easy, >right? But we've got it down", Mark said. He scooped >her up in his arms, his hips pressed up against hers, >and they slept the night away. >Things were going along fine at a year later, and they >were closer to getting back to work. Mark was with >Daniella and Roland every day. He missed the shows and >all, but being with his wife and child was more >important to him than working for Vince. Roland was >growing up well too. He was learning to walk and eat, >and had said his frist two words: Mama and Dada. >Roland was growing up to be the best thing in their >lives. Yet, there was a catch. Although they wouldn't >admit it to each other, both parents were having >premonitions. It wasn't clear yet as to where these >premonitions were pointing to, but they weren't too >darn nice. Dani's were mainly one long word: >Offgansnavel. Mark's was 'Dan-tet', but it soon >included a rose wrapped arond a revolver with >sandalwood grips, and white light bursting from its >barrel. They both had an idea where it might've come >from, but they didn't want to confront each other >about this. Which was quite surprising, because they >never kept secrets from each other. >But they got their answer not too long after this. >About two weeks, give or take a few days, they were >both sitting down in the living room, looking out the >window. It was December 28, and it was snowing >outside, about three feet of snow already on the >ground. Daniella looked at Mark and began telling him >about the premonitons she was having. "Mark, I don't >even know if there's any sense to it", she told him. >"Offgansnavel", he said quietly, "Is that even a >word?" He turned to the window, fogging it up, and >wrote what she told him on there. Daniella leaned over >him and looked at the word. "There's only one thing it >means", she said. "What's that?", he asked. Daniella >turned to him slowly. "Offgansnavel. Mark, it's 'off >Gan's navel'" Her heart began beating faster, for she >was getting closer to the answer to these flashes in >their minds. "Mark, what was yours?" "'Dan-tet', with >a rose wrapped around a revolver with sandalwood >grips, and white light bursting from the barrel. Why? >What do you get now?", Mark asked. Daniella lept off >the couch and ran up the stairs, Mark at her heels. >They ran into the bedroom and she scooped up Roland. >Mark burst into the room. "What?", he asked, "What is >it??" She fell to her knees. "He's off Gan's navel", >she though. "Mark, he's d..." She couldn't say it. >Saying it would be final. Mark sat them down on the >floor, arms around Daniella and Roland. And that's how >they spent the entire night--sitting on the floor, >with their dead child in their arms. >They buried Roland the next week, under a tree growing >in their backyard. Mark spent the entire time making a >tombstone and digging the grave; Daniella made the >casket. They buried him on January 6, 2000. They >weren't going back just yet. They were going to spend >the rest of their time paying their respects and >trying to get over the loss of ther first child. She >would go down there every day, regardless of the >weather, and would sit there for hours at a time, >until Mark came out and brought her back inside. After >that, life got somewhat more tense. Or different. She >became more emotional, he became somewhat more calm. >They grew to trust their senses, and even though there >were no more premonitions after that, they would tell >each other everything they didn't understand. The last >day they had to themselves, both Mark and Daniella >went down to their son's grave. Mark placed a single >rose unto the gravestone. "May you rest in peace, son. >I love you." "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came", >she murmured, and slipped her hand into Mark's. He >leaned down and kissed her forehead....then her mouth. >Nighttime came, and they got to bed. Mark lay her down >gently, dropping something into her hand. She opened >it. "Morning after, if it does ya fine", he said. She >wrapped her leg around him and pulled him towards >himself, smiling. "Commala-come-come", she said. He >got up over her, and for the first time since Roland >Deschain Calaway was born, they made love. >The next morning, they got up and packed their bags >and got dressed. Daniella went downstairs, got some JD >and saw Mark standing by the door. She walked up to >him, tipping the bottle into his hands. "No, love, >you're not supposed to have any. That.." "I'm not >taking it, Mark", she said, popping the top off the >bottle. He looked at her, confused. "I think we can >take one more chance, don't you?", she asked him. Mark >looked down at her and smiled. "Yes, I think once more >would be good." "Alrighty then. That's settled", she >said, reaching up and kissing him. He returned the >kiss and rubbed his beard against her cheek lightly, >knowing it turned her on, then put his arm around her >waist and locked it with hers. They had a bit of JD, >then went on. > >Note: I know some of you that have read this aren't >going to be too happy with the ending, heck, neither >am I, but it seemed the right way to end the story. >I'll say it right here, I'm not making a Part IV, so >don't ask. I'm done with this story. These parts are >off-key, but that's alright, as I'm not an actual >writer. I didn't plan on writing past Part II, but it >didn't seem right to leave the story the way it was. I >apologize if these stories seem pretentious. > >Now, for the explanations. I'm going to give y'all a >short definition of these words, and it's entirely up >to you to go out and read all the books in Stephen >King's The Dark Tower series. I'll tell you now, if >you just go out and read one, it will seem very >strange. You need to read all of the books, and in >order to understand the whole story, no matter how >pointless they seem; and yes, some of them WILL seem >pointless, but it's the storyline of the whole book. > >ka: destiny >tet: group >ka-tet: love; family; bound by destiny >dan-tet: little god/ruler >dinh: leader >childe: gunslinger; knight >gunslinger: one of the wolrds' (Old, Mid, Keystone and >End) knights >Gan: God (in the Great Words/Letters of Gilead) >Dark Tower: the centre of the universe, or if you >prefer, of all the worlds. It is held up by six Beams, >some of them being the Beam of the Bear (Shardik), >Turtle, Lion, Gan, etc. > >I found this while searching up on The Dark Tower and >Roland Deschain. This should help out a bit. It has >most everyone and everything included in Roland's >earlier life. >Dark Tower Character Bios > >AFFILIATION: The political and military network that >united the Baronies of Mid-World-that-was. The >Affiliation was destroyed by the harrier John Farson a >few years after Roland won his guns. >CUTHBERT ALLGOOD: Roland’s childhood friend and fellow >gunslinger. Cuthbert was a constant joker, hence >Roland called him ka-mai, or ka’s fool. Along with >Alain Johns, Cuthbert accompanied Roland to the town >of Hambry in the Barony of Mejis. Their adventures are >recounted in the book Wizard and Glass. >BIG COFFIN HUNTERS: This is the group of harriers that >Roland and his young friends, Cuthbert and Alain, >battle in the town of Hambry. They work for the outlaw >John Farson. The most dangerous of this group is the >failed gunslinger, Eldred Jonas. Jonas is often >described as a white-haired wolf. >MARTEN BROADCLOAK: Marten Broadcloak was Steven >Deschain’s sorcerer, but he was also his betrayer. >Marten had an affair with Gabrielle Deschain, Steven’s >wife and Roland’s mother. He was a secret enemy of the >Affiliation. >CORT: Roland’s teacher. Like his father Fardo, Cort >taught generations of boys to be gunslingers. >CRIMSON KING: Although the Crimson King doesn’t enter >the Dark Tower series directly until Wizard and Glass, >his sigul-that of the staring red eye-is used by >Gilead’s great enemy, John Farson. Hence, we can infer >that Mid-World’s true enemy is this immortal agent of >Chaos. The Crimson King plays a major role in the >novel Insomnia. >SUSAN DELGADO: Roland’s one true love. He met her in >the town of Hambry, in the Barony of Mejis. When they >met, Susan was sixteen and Roland fourteen. Susan was >eventually burned on a Charyou Tree fire. She was >labeled as an enemy of the Affiliation, which she of >course wasn’t. >GABRIELLE DESCHAIN: Roland’s mother. She had an affair >with the court enchanter, Marten Broadcloak. Roland >accidentally shot her. >ROLAND DESCHAIN: Roland is the hero of the Dark Tower >series. He is his world’s last-and perhaps >greatest-gunslinger. His quest is to find the Dark >Tower, the nexus of the time/space continuum. >STEVEN DESCHAIN: Roland’s father. He was the leader of >Gilead’s gunslingers and the direct descendant of the >great Arthur Eld, King of All-World. >JOHN FARSON: John Farson was the harrier who brought >down the Affiliation. During Roland’s youth, he was >Gilead’s major enemy. >ALAIN JOHNS: Alain was one of Roland’s boyhood >friends. He was also a fellow gunslinger. Along with >Cuthbert Allgood, Alain accompanied Roland to the >Outer Arc Barony of Mejis. Their adventures are >recounted in Wizard and Glass. >OLD ONES (GREAT OLD ONES): They were the ancient >people of Mid-World. They built great cities, >tremendously powerful computers, and horrifically >destructive weapons. Their wars poisoned Mid-World. >A man’s quest begins with a boy’s test. > >In a world that has moved on, young Roland Deschain >will one day be known as the Gunslinger-but for now, >he is merely a boy on the cusp of manhood. For years, >his fate has been manipulated by the sorcerer known as >Marten Broadcloak, who serves the Crimson King-an >immortal shape-shifter living only to destroy the >legendary Dark Tower: the axis of creation upon which >all worlds revolve. And for the Crimson King’s plans >to succeed, Roland must be destroyed. > >Roland and his friends, Alain and Cuthbert, uncover a >plot by the evil John Farson (also a servant of the >Crimson King) to destroy the Affiliation, the network >that unites the world’s baronies and maintains an >uneasy peace. But Roland has another mission on his >mind-winning the heart of the beautiful Susan Delgado, >who he met in Hambry, and who holds a secret of >unspeakable horror... > >For Roland, these are only the first steps on the road >to the Dark Tower, where he will learn the true nature >of his quest, and, perhaps, the secrets of existence >itself.

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