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Bold underlined – Chapter Titles/Character's Perspective

Bold Italics – Memories

Italics – Thinking (In thought)

Chapter 1 – The Lone Hound of Justice

{Dean's POV}

That night on Raw was pretty much mostly a blur. The only thing I remember from that night was hearing the crowd, and the aches and pains all over my body from the beatings of the Authority. I remember being dragged from the ring by J&J toward Seth Rollins who was standing by the Announcer table grinning an evil grin, with his eyes glowing mischeviously. I tried to keep my vision from wavering as he pulled back a black curtain to reveal a pile of grey cinder blocks. Great. I thought trying to fight off J&J. Can't get any worse then this. Where's Roman when I need him? "Put him down on there." I faintly heard Seth's voice over the roars of cheers and boos coming from the crowd and I was begining to lose conciousness. I felt my body being dragged over toward the cinder blocks and felt the cold concrete against my skin as I was laid onto it head first. I tried to fight against it, but my body was too weak to even put up a struggle.

I kept wishing and hoping that Roman was going to come barreling down the ramp and knock everyone down like a mad man but he never showed up. Why on today of all days did he have to take some time off? I thought miserably. Not that I didn't blame him or anything, I mean his daughter Joelle was sick, so he had to be home with her to help take care of her. Family was everything to Roman, and I knew that. At least he had a family. I had no one. The next thing I felt was a tremenous wave of sharp white hot pain that radiated from my skull throughout my entire body. It felt as if everything inside me had cracked and shattered. Every bone and every muscle felt dead and lifeless as a wave of darkness engulfed me as I passed out.

I heard my cell phone ring beside me causing me to snap my eyes open in shock and surprise as I answered it. "Hello?" I asked sleepily with a yawn as I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up. "Dean, you need to down to the arena immediatly." It was Hunter WWE's CEO, and I let out a soft groan of annoyance. What the hell does he want? "What is it?" I asked trying to keep the hostle tone of annoyance out of my voice. "It's an emergency." Hunter replied in a gruff voice. "It's about Renee." My heart skipped a beat in my chest as I shot forward in bed. "What?!" I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was he lying? Was this another one of the Authority's tricks? I had to be sure. "I'll be right there." I said quickly hanging up.

After a minute or two of trying to proccess what I just heard, I scrolled through my contact list and hit Roman's number. "Hey it's me. Something's happen to Renee. Hunter just called and told me." I drew in a deep breath to keep myself calm as I rushed around my hotel trying to gather up my things and get dressed as I could hear Roman saying, "Don't worry man, I'm sure everything's cool. You know the Authority, their probably just trying to psych you out or something to try and hurt you." I wanted to believe him but there was something inside me that felt that something was really wrong.

"Is there anyway you can come and get me?" I asked after a moment of silence as I threw on a pair of jeans, a white tanktop, and black boots. I had just finished packing my suitcase when Roman finally replied, "I'll be there as soon as I can." I let out a sigh of relief and hang up then flopped down onto the bed with my mind reeling with questions without answers. What the hell was going on? Was Roman right? Were the Authority really trying to psych me out to try and hurt me?

It seemed like an enternity before I noticed Roman's car pull up next to the curb in front of me. I quickly threw my things into the back of the car and got in the passenger side next to him breathing heavy with panic. "Calm down man." Roman said gently as I felt a heavy hand clamp down on my shoulder. "Everything's going to be okay." "I hope your right." I replied shakily as I felt Roman put the car in gear as we sped off toward the Sacramento Sleep Train Arena Center.

As I felt the car's engine rumble beneath us, I laid back against the seat and closed my eyes while letting out a shaky breath. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my mind off of Renee as a fury of horrible thoughts ran through my already frantic mind. What happened to her? Was she alright? What the hell was going on? I shook my head slightly trying to clear the thoughts from my head whild drawing in a deep calming breath and attempted to remain calm. Panicking and worrying wasn't going to do anyhting to help her. Especially if the Authority really did have something to do with this whole situation.

When the car finally came to a complete stop, my eyes snapped open and looked toward the sound of Roman's voice, "Come on man, we're here." I got out of the car and looked around casting my gaze ahead, I could see a fury of cars lit up with headlights from police, ambulances and fire department vehicles. "This doesn't look good." Roman said from beside me as he unloaded the last of our suitcases out from the car's trunk. I closed my eyes trying to will my heart rate to slow down. I just needed a minute to think, which wasn't an easy task to do with all the pounding going on inside my head. I heard footsteps approaching us, and opened my eyes to see none other then Hunter and Stephanie, followed by Seth Rollins, J&J and for some oddly enough reason, at least two or three police officers.

"What's going on?" Roman asked as they all stepped in front of us. "Mind if we ask you a few questions Mr. Ambrose?" One of the officers asked as I shrugged my shoulders in response. "Do you have any relations to Miss Young?" "Not in particular." I replied trying to keep the hint of suspiscion out of my voice. "She's my girlfriend." "Do you live together?" "No, we just work together for the WWE. She's a reporter and I'm a wrestler." "What's this all about anyway?" Roman asked stepping up to Hunter. "Is Renee okay, where is she?" "This isn't a matter of discussion with you Roman." Stephanie replied for her husband. "Is she okay?" Roman asked, this time turning to the police officers as they ignored him.

"When was the last time you saw Miss Young, Mr. Ambrose?" I shook my head trying to remember when it actually was the last time I had seen her. Then it hit me. It was on our last tour trip before heading to California, back in Providence Rhode Island. Although I didn't actually see her physically, I remember seeing her during the live event of WWE's Tough Enough, which she was hosting with Chris Jericho on Live TV. As I relayed the information to them, one of the police officers was jotting down everything onto a small notebook, while the other two were busy talking amongst themselves as though they could possibly suspect something.

"Is Renee okay?" I asked finally after a moment of silence as the two officers stopped talking as a paramedic now approached us. "I'm sorry," He said in a voice full of sorrow. "Her injuries were to great. I'm afraid she's gone." My heart sank at that point and it took everything I had inside to hold myself together. There was no way I was going to let them see any sign of weakness. "What do you mean gone?" I asked trying to keep the sorrow and concern out of my voice.

The two officers nodded to each other and walked up toward me. One of them held out a pair of silver handcuffs and walked around behind me. "Dean Ambrose, your under arresst for suspiscion in the death of Miss Ranee Grace Young." One of the officers stated as the one behind me proceeded to handcuff me. "Hey, you can't do that!" Roman called out trying to stop them, but Hunter intervened. "Let the officers do their job Roman." I couldn't believe this whole shit was happening. How could they even think of suspecting me in something like this? I didn't do it. There was no way I could've done it.

I looked back at Roman with a look of sympathy which only shifted to anger, as I caught a glance at all the members of the Authority, as the Officers placed me inside the back of the cruzer. I let out a deep unnerving sigh as the sirens went off and the cruzer pulled out of the parking lot and drove away from the arena. This can't be happening. I thought trying not to panic. Could Renee actually be dead? If so, why would somebody balme me for the murder?

TOO BE CONTINUED...What really happened? Could Dean actually be guilty of a crime he didn't commit? Stay tuned to find out more details on the next chapter. Chapter 2 will be coming soon, so if your a Dean Ambrose Fan, then please leave a lot of reveiws if you would like to see what happens next.