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I cringed at the sound of the man's voice. Shit. Caught. My back was still facing him as I was staring and the gap in the door. I was that close to getting out of here.

The man placed his hand on my shoulder. As soon as that happened, I gripped my homemade blade as tight as I could and took a swing at him. I threw my arm over to the side while turning around to face him and managed to get a swipe on his cheek. He held his cheek. "Goddamnit!" he yelled. I went to get another swing at him but he managed to grab my wrist before I could inflict anymore damage. I was taken back a bit at how quickly he grabbed me. I felt a rush of adrenaline come upon me until the other four men walked into the area. I felt so weak and helpless. After all, it was 5 against 1. What am I supposed to do now? The man who was gripping my wrist held his cheek with his other hand. The blood on his hand and face accompanied by his hard stare scared me a bit. I didn't know whether he was going to lash out on me.

"Put that… weapon down" he said calmly. Clearly, he didn't know what was in my hand. He was staring straight into my eyes. That stare. It was like some mind control shit – commanding me to drop the weapon with his eyes. He was pretty calm considering the fact that I had just sliced him. I relaxed my hand, dropping the weapon in the process. I proceeded to look down at it but my attention was quickly drawn to my bandaged up arm. What the hell happened to me?

Two of the men aided the man with the wound and the other two bounded my hands with duct tape. I was thinking about putting up a fight, but it was pointless. Where would I go? The door is blocked anyways. They sat me on the couch that the wounded man had slept on. They didn't say a word and neither did I. I just looked down, trying to avoid eye contact.

Phil's POV (a.k.a. CM Punk)

"Aw fuck", I said as I was cleaning the blood from my hands in the bathroom's sink. I would have used the kitchen sink since it was right there but I didn't want to see her right now. I felt the anger building inside of me. If complete anger was a 10, then I'm probably at a 7 right now. "We shouldn't have taken her on the bus but nooooo. No one wanted to listen to me. See? Nothing but trouble with women." I looked up at myself at the mirror. The cut had stopped bleeding but it was a nasty one. There was definitely going to be a scar. I sighed and continued to wash the blood from the wound while gritting my teeth. A stinging pain rushed through my face on every touch.

I saw Mike Mizanin appear at the doorway of the bathroom from the mirror. "Hey. What happened? You okay?" I could tell he was still half asleep. No one in their right mind would ask me if I was okay with this huge gash on my face. "Oh, I'm peachy. I mean, this huge cut on my face…it's no big deal", I said sarcastically. I could see Mike's face in the mirror and he was definitely annoyed by my response. "If it's no big deal, then I guess you won't be needing this handy-dandy first aid kit." Mike raised up his arm, displaying the kit and started to shake it. He gave a small, quick smirk and started to walk away. "MIZANIN! Gimme that", I growled. He came back and tossed me the kit. It nearly fell but I managed to catch it. My reflexes are on point right now. Why can't it be like that in the ring? "Welcome…" he muttered and walked away.

Mike's POV (a.k.a. The Miz)

I sat on my bed and looked at the girl; she was just staring down at the floor. I yawned and my eyes started to water. I wanted to stay awake to find out what this girl's story was. What made her attack Phil? Then again, my bed was tempting me to lay in it. Oh soft bed – why must you tease me? I focused on the girl again only to be distracted by Randy picking up what seems to be the thing she cut Phil with. Since when did we have those in the RV? What is that?

Randy's POV

I picked up the bloody, sharp object on the floor. I unraveled the cloth to find out that it was a piece of a mirror. I looked at the girl sitting in front of me and squinted my eyes, as if to analyze her. She didn't look like the type that would think of something like this. Was taking her in a bad idea?

Cecilia's POV

I felt the stare of the man in front of me. I looked up to see him looked at me but he quickly looked back down at the mirror he had in his hand. He was tall, tan, and had sleeve tattoos on both arms. I decided to call him Tatted Giant since I didn't know his name. There was another guy standing right beside me, probably watching after me in case I decided to do something. He didn't look at tough as the other guys but maybe it was just because he looked a bit goofy looking. He was wearing the brightest colored pajamas I have ever seen. What a clown. Brown hair all over the place and… wait, why was this guy wearing orange sunglasses right now? I called him Muscles Glasses. I looked forward and gave a small smirk at my thoughts just to see that the rest of them were crowded in front of me.

This is it.

"Listen, if you're going to kill me, just do it now." I said sadly. My voice was weak. I closed my eyes tight and pulled my head into my shoulder waiting for the end. After a few moments, I opened my eyes, shooting a confused look at them. They looked just as confused as I was. I looked at all of them in silence with my eyes darting from one person's stare to another. I figured out names for all of them. There was Muscles Glasses, Tatted Giant, Scarface, Milk and Cone Head.

Scarface was the first to break this awkward silence. "Woman, we are not here to hurt you!" His face was bandaged up. I got him good. Serves the bastard right. "So, why am I here? What are you planning to do with me? How'd you find me? Where are…" I was cut off by Muscles Glasses. "Shhh…" he said walking towards me. "Give us a chance to explain. And just stay quiet, little girl." Little? I'm 19! He kneeled down and put a hand on my shoulder. I tried to shake him off me.

"Dude, you are scaring her more than comforting her", said Cone Head. "Give her some space." Muscles Glasses backed off a bit and just sat on the floor with an arm resting on his propped up knee. Thank you, Cone Head! You are officially my favorite of the entire group.

"Listen, we found you knocked out around the arena we were at", explained Tatted Giant. "We decided to take you into our bus. I mean, we couldn't just leave you there. From what we hear, that's a dangerous area – day or night. We're on the way to the hospital but something is wrong with the engine. Chuck, our driver, is outside fixing it up."

What was I doing around the arena? I had no business there.

I looked at each of them. I wasn't sure if I trusted them. "So, am I going to get some names from you guys or am I going to have to call you the names I have given you?" I looked at Muscles Glasses, waiting for a response. "No no no."My head turned towards Scarface as he was shaking his head with crossed arms. "You are on OUR bus. You are the odd man… girl out. We should know your name first."

Should I fake a name? I don't know these people. They could be anyone. They were all pretty muscular and they were probably capable of tearing me apart in a matter of seconds.

"I'm Cecilia…" I said to Scarface. I immediately regretted saying it as my name rolled of my tongue. I should have lied. "Good answer, Cecilia", said Milk. I looked at him. I couldn't help but notice his thick Irish accent. It took me a bit to comprehend what he said. Sweet accent. He threw something on my lap. It was upside down but I recognized it as my ID card. They already knew my name; they were just testing me. Good thing I didn't lie.

I looked up at Milk. "So do YOU have a name? If not, I'm just going to keep calling you Milk, in my head." I called him Milk because he was the whitest of the group. Almost as if he was glowing white. He should take a couple of shades away from Muscles Glasses. He smelled of fake spray tan. Everyone smirked at the nickname except Milk himself. Cone Head had even covered his mouth and giggled a bit. Milk shot him an angry look but Cone Head just looked away, still smiling. Milk focused his glare back down at me. Something tells me I shouldn't have said that. "Listen cuttie, show some respect. You don't exactly have the upperhand in this situation." This guy meant business. I looked away from him. His eyes were practically burning a hole in me. What a fierce stare. "I'll let that one go though." I look back at him and nodded once. "Well, I'll introduce everyone." The names went as followed: Muscles Glasses was Zack, Tatted Giant was Randy, Scarface was Phil, Milk was Sheamus and Cone Head was Mike.

"Good, we're getting somewhere", I said, giving a weak smile.

And so, they meet. Stay tuned for the next chapter. Cecilia makes a shocking discovery? Or did she discover anything at all? Find out next!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'd appreciate some reviews! Good or bad, I'm always looking to improve. :)
Now off to watch Raw. I hope Rey Mysterio takes the title from del Rio.