A/N: Sorry it took so long but here is chapter 2. Let me know what you think! Sorry that this is bit short but I just needed to get this chapter out and nothing really was coming for me to further this chapter. But things will pickup and the chapters will be a little longer, I promise!
Chapter Two: The Demon's Warning
(Battleground, Locker Room)
Seth Rollins, was the World Heavyweight Champion, about to compete and come out on top thanks to his place with the Authority. On his way to the ring, Seth ran in to the two people he so hoped to avoid, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Locking eyes with them, Seth could see the pain in their eyes, but something else was there as well, that he couldn't put his figure on. Understanding? Forgiveness? Seth actually hoped and prayed it was the last one. Oh, how much he wanted to be back with his brothers, to be back with his family.
But he couldn't. As much as Seth wanted to go over to Roman and Dean, and ask them to forgive him for what he did. He couldn't. He just couldn't do it, his pride wouldn't let him. Not only that but the embarrassment, the shame and the dishonor, alone was enough to keep him at bay. So, he had to watch at a "safe" distance, with the Authority. No matter how much Seth wanted to cross that line and go over to his "brothers" and throw caution to the wind. He knew he couldn't.
Trust was like mirror, you could fix it if it were broke but you still saw the cracks in it. That's what it would be like with him. If Seth ever swallowed his pride and asked them for forgiveness, and if they ever did take him back. The once solid and unbreakable bond would still have a chink in the armor, all thanks to Seth. So, with one final and longing look back at the two, Seth Rollins went on his way to defend his title.
(Battleground)
Seth stood there holding the back of his head, the crowd booing as loudly as ever, the Referee's hand raising his own hand in the air, declaring him the winner of the match. It was an unsatisfactory victory though. It meant nothing to him. Seth had to catch himself, because he had almost smiled and looked around for Dean and Roman to celebrate the victory, but the Shield was no any more. He was on an island to himself and there was no one he could blame but himself. He just hoped he could talk to Kane. Seth made up his mind was going to . . .
"What just happened here?" Seth heard one of the commentators, Michael, he thought it was? "Ladies and Gentlemen we apologize. We seem to be having a power outage of some sort. We have no lights at the moment."
Uh, oh. That wasn't good. Wait. Kane's not do back yet. Hell, Seth called the guy earlier that day and Kane said that the doctors weren't going to let him out of the hospital until tomorrow. So, what was going on then? Roman and Dean wanting revenge? The Wyatt Family trying to spook him and hand Bray the title? The Undertaker?
Oh, Seth so wished and prayed that it wasn't the Undertaker. 'Taker might have lost a few steps over the years, but he still could give Seth a run for his money. That and (Seth would deny this all the way to his grave) there was just something about the Undertake that just . . . Unsettled him. Just the sheer presence of the man, screamed "I'm in charge!" Even the Authority, Seth realized, was wary around the Deadman. And for some odd reason, every time the Deadman was around, Seth felt like he just wanted to run. Take the count out victory and run like hell. He didn't know why but that's what everyone, (and Seth did mean everyone), felt like around the Deadman.
The lights somewhat came back on in the arena. Seth would say somewhat because the lights still had a purple/black like tint to it, mixed with red and orange. That wasn't good. That could only mean one thing. The Brothers of Destruction had return and they set their sights on Seth Rollins for revenge. Seth frantically looked around the arena, the ring and even under the ring, knowing fully well that both Kane and the Undertaker, in past, had come up through the ring.
Nothing. Nothing was there, but the lights were still out and the arena was still bathed in the red and orange and black lights. What was going on? Seth didn't like this at all, but didn't dare go up the ramp encase he ran in to either Kane or the Undertaker. Just as Seth was about to panic and plead to the Brothers of Destruction, a video started to play on the titian tron.
It was Seth, Roman, and Dean as the Shield, fist bumping each other in the center of the ring, looking proud and powerful. The image change to the three of them again but in a different company, in the indie circuit, all three of them again, in the ring but high fiving each other in the center of the ring. The image change again and this time, it was Seth stabbing his brothers in the back with the steal chair and joining the Authority. Seth had to turn and peal his eyes away. The pain, guilt and shame of what he did came rushing back to the top. Oh, how Seth wished he had never taken the deal. How he so wished to be able to be back with his brothers.
Music hit the arena, the pipe organ, the electric guitar, and the vocals hit. That was Kane's music. Oh, sh*t! Seth was in deep trouble and he had no one but himself to blame. Snapping his head and whipping his body around to the ramp, expecting to see Kane come marching down with a pissed off look on his face.
Instead what Seth saw froze him to the very spot in the ring. On the Titian tron was Stephanie screaming on top of her lungs and rushing out for someone to come help her husband. Triple H was laid out cold and bleeding from the head. The office looked as if a bomb had went off. Posters, pictures, frames, and awards litter the floor, the couch was flipped over and looked like someone had tried to destroy it. Bookshelves toppled over, the desk looked as if someone had thrown it to the other side of the office.
The door looked as if it was barely hanging on to the one screw that refused to break off its hinge. But the one thing that scared Seth the most, there on the floor shatter beyond repair, was the case that at one point contained the mask of Kane. Now was gone. Gone was the case that Authority displayed oh so proudly of having "control" over the Demon, was now shatter in to a million pieces.
