Traveling with the WWE had its ups and downs. Known as Seth Rollins, Colby Lopez quickly found out what one of the downs was. Sleeplessness. Even when he wasn't traveling or training, sleep came bad for him. The fact that Colby couldn't sleep this one particular night in Portland, Oregon, made it even more displeasing.
Colby decided to go for a run, to jog off his never ending thoughts. He'd heard CM Punk talk about going for nightly runs to get himself tired. This is what Colby decided to do. He left his sleeping roommate Joe Anoa'i, better known as Roman Reigns to the WWE Universe, and ventured into the Portland night. He didn't know where his friend Jon Good was, him and Stephen Farrelly disappeared hours before in a hurry. Actually that was the first time Colby had seen Jon worried about something.
The hotel where many of the WWE superstars were staying at was on Burnside Street, it ran north and south from the hotel and it was near the Burnside Bridge. Might as well, he had nothing better to do. Heading off in one direction with no destination in sight, other than where to put his feet next, Colby started to jog. Downtown Portland had a mixture of modern next to historical. Some parts were well kept, others in Colby's opinion looked to be places no living human would ever set foot, at least not without some form of weapon. Colby decided to run this street for however long before heading back to the comforts of his hotel room.
With ear-buds in place, his favorite rock music playing from his iPod, Colby didn't notice that something was following him.
Colby stopped when feeling the hairs on his neck raise. Stopping his iPod, he looked around. The store fronts were dark, well passed closing time. Nothing moved, save for the cat near a set of dumpsters behind the nearby pizzeria. There wasn't anyone out, strange for city standards, no other human at least. Colby had passed Third Ave, heading towards the Burnside Bridge when he felt someone watching him. Colby started turning in a circle, trying to see who was watching him. Someone was there, he just couldn't see them. And then it happened all at once it seemed like.
Red-orange eyes broke through the night, coming from the bridge, staring at the man on the sidewalk. Whatever it was, it looked like a dog, but the size of a horse. It stood in the middle of the street, it's long skinny forked tail swishing back and forth. This creature stood under the dim glow of a street lamp, and from what Colby could see was that the thing had jet black fur. When he heard its growl, well it was enough for Colby to turn and run north as fast as he could. Just as Colby made to turn his left hand had flung out and in a flash of move that dog creature thing ran forward and sunk its teeth into Colby's hand.
The pain was blinding, even if his hand had taken the brunt of the attack, but Colby managed to rip his hand away, pivoting just slightly as he ran north. The ear-buds had fallen out when he went to run, now Colby could hear exactly what was chasing him. It sounded like a cross between a horse and a dog, but deeper. This fork-tailed dog creature was right on him as Colby ran on the sidewalk, yet it didn't stop Colby from seeing something glowing slightly in the dark, running at him from where he was running to.
Not so much as glowing as the pale opaque skin of Stephen Farrelly running into the fray of man versus creature. In what could be described as slow motion, and with a battle roar, Stephen blindsided the dog creature, plowing right into the red-orange eyed thing, and delivered a well placed spear to it. Both tumbled together to the ground in a mass of black and white colors. It was Stephen who had the upper hand, getting the dog creature into a side headlock, preventing its frothing jaws from biting him. Still in shock from seeing the creature, Colby was stopped by a set of strong hands, no human hands. It scared Colby so much that he tried fighting off the person that had a hold of his shirt and upper arms.
"Colb, Colby!" Jon's voice was in front of him. "Damn it man, look at me!" He heard this as he was forced to sit down on the sidewalk.
Colby was staring at his friend and co-worker Jon Good who was kneeling in front of him. Compared to Stephen, and being blonde, Jon was dressed in a strange all black outfit, with silver designs that he couldn't understand if they had a meaning behind them or not. The older man had what looked like a short sword. No, it was a short sword, a Wakizashi, a Japanese type sword.
"You're going to be okay." Jon said, slowly standing up in front of Colby.
"I need some help here, Fella!" Stephen's Irish brogue accent called out. "My hold's slipping."
"Stay here, I'll be right back." Colby dumbly nodded at his friend.
Stephen and the dog creature where they both were facing in Jon's direction. With Colby out of harm's way, Jon took his sword and stood like baseball player up at bat.
"Now!" Jon yelled, holding the sword aloft over his head.
The Irishman let the dog creature go, jumping back in case the creature were to whirl around to attack him. Not this time, and with its stupidity, it lunged for Jon rearing up on it's hand legs as to push the unyielding man down. Instead, Jon took two steps forward, thrusting upwards with his sword just under the creature's ribcage. Slicing through flesh and between bone, the blade ended up in the creature's heart, killing it almost instantly. It was like everything stopped at that one moment. The pony sized dog creature, as Colby watched from where he sat, began shifting, morphing. The black fur seemed to shorten even further, replaced by skin; the snout go shoved back into its head while being replaced by a human face. The beast changed from what Colby had seen earlier into a man in moments. And he was dead.
Slowly the shock wore on the bitten man. Colby felt his eyes close on their own and then it felt as if he was falling. Yes he did fall, he fell backwards onto the concrete of the sidewalk.
"Oh great." Jon said pulling his Wakizashi blade from the man's corpse. He had seen Colby faint.
"Look, Fella, he's been bitten." Stephen pointed out while kneeling at Colby's side.
"Let's get him to the witch, she'll know what to do. Be a good fella and carry him, would ya?" Jon smirked a bit at the Irishman.
So yeah, I'm attempting something with this one but I'm not sure on where to go.