***Note: spoilers for SmackDown Live 2/28/2017 show.***
Ruby=OC character I am writing about in another fic which will hopefully be on here at some time this eon.
The rest you know.
Follow the buzzards.
"Bray? Bray? Brother Bray, please talk to me," she had cried into the phone. The ancient, black rotary phone in the office was the only one in the compound, and she had been fortunate to have a key to said office Bray kept in the main house. Holding the receiver close to her ear, she could hear Bray's gasping, raspy breathing. His fear, his anger was making him hyperventilate. It came down to Ruby to try and calm him. "Bray, I know you can hear me. Now listen. Take a deep, slow breath. Right now. Let me hear you do that."
After a minute of that gasping, she heard him take one slow breath as she instructed. Then another.
"Calm, Brother. Calm."
"I understand." He spoke. He still sounded like a man who had his soul ripped from his body, and that...that would never leave him, but he was perhaps in a more rational state.
"Beloved master, the shed is a loss, as you fear. We got the fire out before it spread to any other outbuildings, though. Bray, I am so sorry. We will start cleaning the spot tomorrow. Brother," she said as she heard him sob quietly, "Bray? It will be alright, I swear it. Randy I chased with a pitchfork. I told him I would personally spill his intestines as a sacrifice to Abby, Bray. He outran me, sadly, but your revenge will be soon."
She had chased Randy Orton, the cruel apostate. Pitchfork in hand, she had no fear of him, only a desire to spill his foul guts. For Bray. For Abigail. Her red hair had spilled out behind her as she ran, in sheets, as she pictured his blood would do. As a hunting banshee, she had gone after him until he disappeared into a particularly thick clump of black gum trees. It would have been her honor to see him suffer.
Randy Orton. Viper. True snake in the grass. Ruby had to take a slow, deep breath herself. He would get his comeuppance at the hands of her master, her brother. Bray. The heartache he radiated was palpable, even over the phone.
"Ruby, dearest Ruby. Please, help me save her. Please." She knew what he meant. After the cleaning up happened, she would break the ground. She would check on the bones of Abigail.
"Brother, you have my word. I am yours." Ruby said quietly. She heard Bray sigh.
"As the temple in Jerusalem had been destroyed and rebuilt, so will our temple. We will plant Abby's bones anew, and her spirit will grow once more. We will make certain that this happens. Baby girl, we will have our day."
After the call had ended, Ruby went downstairs where her brothers waited for word. They would work through the night to scrub away the memory of the shed, the ramshackle mausoleum Bray had created for Sister Abigail. Then Ruby, with as much care and concern as she could ever have, would find the bones of Abby, and keep them safe for Bray's return.
Vengeance would come later, and it would be sweet.