"Hey, wake up," she shook the long haired man beside her. "Please, wake up."
"What's going on?" He asked groggy.
"I was hoping you could tell me," she answered.

He sat up and looked around. They were on a beach somewhere along with six other people. In total they were four men and four women and he only knew one of them. His best friend next to him.

"Where are we?" He asked.
"I have no idea," she answered.

The other six started stirring and soon it was like a drama movie unlike any other. Everyone was confused and thought some of the others had the answers to what was going on. Threats and accusations flew through the air until a loud whistle was heard that silenced everyone. They looked at the woman who had whistled loudly.

"Chubby woman wants to speak," one of the other women said.
"Don't lash out at me just because you're scared. I'm just as scared as you," she said.
"Sorry," the other woman looked down.
"Okay, first things first. I'm Beverly Perry. Who are you?" Beverly asked.

They all started introducing themselves, starting with the one that had made the chubby comment.

"Sonya Deville."
"Roman Reigns.
"Dean Ambrose."
"Sasha Banks."
"Finn Balor.
"Baron Corbin."
"Peyton Royce."

Beverly nodded and gave them a little smile.

"Okay, does anyone know where we are or what we're doing here?" She asked.

They all shook their heads no.

"Anyone here know each other?" She asked.
"Me and Dean are best friends," Roman answered.
"Best friends?" Baron stared at them. "You fucking put us here, didn't you?"
"Shut up!" Beverly cut him down. "Whoever put us here probably chose to bring them just so we would suspect them."
"Or not suspect you," Sonya said.
"Suspect me all you want. I honestly don't give a fuck. What I do give a fuck about is getting home so I suggest we all trust each other until someone proves us wrong," Beverly's eyes went from person to person. "Do you think you all can do that?"

They all nodded and agreed.

"Okay, besides having no memory, something is wrong in this place," she continued.
"What makes you say that?" Finn asked.
"The mountains," she pointed. "They run way out in the water. There's no way around them or over them. The only way forward is up that hill. How much do you wanna bet the mountains keep running on the other side as well, forcing us to go in one certain direction?"
"Maybe it's like an obstacle course," Dean suggested.
"With what obstacles?" Sasha rolled her eyes.
"I don't know," Dean shrugged.
"Only one way to find out," Beverly said. "Let's get going."
"Are you sure your fat ass can make it up that hill?" Sonya mumbled.

Roman grabbed the woman's arm in a tight grip and stared at her.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled. "Not everyone likes a toothpick like you and so far she's the only one making any sense. If you can't deal with that, you're more than welcome to stay behind while the rest of us move on."

He let go of her arm and stepped up next to Beverly and took in those dark green eyes that sent him a look of gratitude. He nodded back to silently let her know it was alright. If they started butting heads more in this weird place, no one would make it home safe. They had to be on the same page.

"No way," Beverly said as they reached the top of the hill and looked over it.
"What's that?" Peyton asked.
"Snakes in her hair?" Finn asked.
"Medusa," Beverly answered. "It can't be. She's not real."
"She looks pretty real to me," Baron said.
"Shit!" Beverly hissed.

She looked around but there was no way around the place. There was a cottage behind Medusa but she stayed outside at the pond in front of it.

"What do we do?" Roman asked.
"Does anybody know your folklore or anything about her?" Beverly asked.
"Not really," Sasha answered.
"Enlighten us," Dean said.
"This isn't right. She shouldn't be here. She should be out at sea or at least down at the beach where we started," Beverly said.
"She's got a pond," Peyton pointed out.
"Yeah, she's got water but it's still not completely right," Beverly said.
"Who the fuck gives a shit? Are we gonna fight her or walk past her?" Baron asked.
"Neither," Beverly answered. "If you look in her eyes, she'll turn you to stone."
"Then what do we do?" Roman asked.

For a long minute no one spoke as Beverly observed Medusa and the surroundings.

"I don't think the cottage is hers. She stays near water. She doesn't need a bed," she said.
"So?" Sonya asked.
"Does anyone have a mirror?" Beverly asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Okay, Roman and Dean, I need you two to help me. Since you know each other, you trust each other," Beverly said.
"We're going down there, aren't we?" Dean shook his head. "Well, fuck it, if we're gonna be turned to stone and die, I'd rather die next to my best friend."

Beverly took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, I hope you guys are as strong as you look," she said.
"Please!" Roman smirked.
"We're gonna go as close as we can and close our eyes. I need you two in front making as much noise as you can. She'll come for you. When you feel her body, just throw her to the ground and hold her down," she said.
"What will you do?" He asked.
"Run inside the cottage and hopefully find a mirror. When I come out, keep your eyes closed and move her in the direction of my voice. We need her to see herself in a mirror in order to turn her to stone," she said.
"Sounds easy enough," Dean said.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Whatever you do, don't open your eyes."

They moved down the hill as close as they dared.

"Okay, let me know when you got her," she said.

She stepped backwards and closed her eyes. She could only hope the guys would be able to do their part.

"Over here, you ugly bitch!" Dean shouted.
"Come get us, you hag!" Roman shouted.

A dark voice let out a piercing scream that sounded cold and cruel. Beverly had read a lot about Medusa and every other mythical creature out there but no book could tell her what they sounded like. The scream came closer and closer and then the sound of some sort of fighting.

"We got her!" Roman screamed. "Run, Beverly!"

She ran into the cottage and was met by layers of dust and cobweb. She ran through it until she found herself in a bathroom with a mirror on the wall. She tore the mirror down and ran outside, holding it up in front of her face like a shield.

"Get her up! Over here! Move her over here!" She kept screaming.

The screams of Medusa came closer and closer. Roman and Dean followed Beverly's voice until Medusa suddenly stopped screaming.

"Is she dead?" Dean asked. "It doesn't feel like skin anymore. Is feels like stone."

Beverly lowered the mirror slowly and sighed in relief as she stared at a stone sculpture with Roman and Dean still holding on to her arms.

"You can open your eyes," she said.

They did and immediately took a step away from the sculpture.

"Damn!" Dean breathed out.
"I'll say," Roman said.
"Thanks," she looked at them. "You really came through."
"You can trust us," Roman said.
"Hey, get down here!" She shouted up to the remaining five.

Baron, Finn, Sonya, Sasha and Peyton made their way down the hill and studied the sculpture of Medusa.

"How did you even know what to do?" Peyton asked.
"Reading about mythical creatures is a huge hobby of mine," Beverly answered with a smile. "You should see my book collection."
"I bet," Peyton smiled back.
"What do we do now?" Sasha asked.
"Keep moving, I guess," Beverly answered. "Follow the only trail in front of us."