Hey everyone!
Heres a new story for you. This is my first venture into WWE fanfiction so I hope you enjoy. It involves my favourite faction, The Shield, and I'm quite excited for this story.
Enjoy the prologue! Normal chapters will be longer
Disclaimer: WWE aint mine.
Loneliness was a curse.
For some it was a joy, something people craved. Their own thoughts and feelings and wants. Loneliness could be pure heaven for some. A haven.
But for others, people like me, it was hell. It was isolation, remoteness, seclusion. It was being parted from those you loved and also from reality. It was the fear of facing a future with no one but yourself. It was the dread of never being found.
A single tear fell from my eyes as I drew my knees up to my chest, my arms clasped around my legs.
Loneliness was a sorry feeling, but I was feeling it all the same.
The cell where they kept me, it was cold, dank and dark. A mattress sat in one corner, a toilet in the other. The floor, walls and ceiling were made of cold harsh stone, a wooden door being my only escape. A small window stood at the top of the door, allowing them to see me…
The Authority.
My captors.
The cruel and vicious group that had taken me captive, all for their sorry affairs. For their sorry revenge.
They hated my brother. There had always been a great rivalry between them and John. A power struggle both fought to win. One of them was always on top, the other striving to knock them back off. But my brother was on the side of good. He wanted to better the world, fill it with hustle, loyalty, respect.
But the Authority was cruel. Ruled by Triple H and Stephanie McMahon, the only people they looked out for were themselves. Even half their employees weren't safe.
And with John on top, the Authority needed to get that power back. So they took me, his little sister, hitting John right in the place where it would hurt the most. I was brought here, trapped in their headquarters, their little bargaining tool.
If John wanted me back, he had to give them the power. He had to let them win.
John had to lose.
I wiped my nose.
John never lost, not without a good fight first. I loved this about him. His spirit, the way he fought for what was right and good. He was a strong man, a good man, and I knew he would stop at nothing to get me away from this place.
The sound of the door opening brought me from my thoughts. I looked up to see a small man I knew to be called Jamie Noble enter my cell. He simply put down a plate of food and a glass of water before leaving, locking the door behind him.
I clambered to the plate as quickly as I could, my rumbling stomach indicating I was starving. I wasn't fed well, just enough to sustain me. I practically inhaled the two slices of bread I had been given and swallowed all the water before returning to my previous position on the floor.
After two weeks of being here I was used to it.
John had enough on his plate without the Authority doing this. His girlfriend, Nikki was unwell, and he was having to put up with other enemies too, all vying for his power. Dealing with this too meant I knew it may be a while before I was out of here…
BANG!
A massive thud caused the door to rattle as what sounded like a body fell against it from the other side of the wall. I gasped, hearing screams and cries.
The sound from Kane, one of the Authority henchman was soon silenced as fighting rang through my room. I stood up, standing on my tiptoes to try and see the commotion through the gap in my door. It was far too tall so I stood back. The noises from the other side of my cell were horrifying. What was out there?
I let out a tiny scream as my door began to vibrate. BANG, BANG, BANG.
Wait… someone's kicking through…
I held my breath. This was it. Had Triple H and Stephanie finally decided to just get rid of me for good? It would be the ultimate way to destroy John, kill his little sister. I knew they were sinister but could they be capable of this?
I retreated against the far wall as the door finally burst open. What I saw, I did not expect.
Authority henchman lay unconscious on the floor, none of them moving as three men entered my room.
One had short brown hair, his body twitching from the fight, a look of craziness in his eyes. Another was tall with a darker complexion, his long hair falling around his tattooed shoulders. The final one had shoulder length hair, blonde and brown, a beard on his face.
I blinked, scanning them all in shock.
"Lily Watson?" the one with blonde and brown hair asked.
I nodded, my body trembling. "Y-Yes?"
He smiled. "We're The Shield. We're here to save you…"