A/n: Happy Wrestlemania day everyone! Sorry for the delay

This chapter will contain graphic flashbacks (along with a bunch of lyrics I thought up while writing this because why the fuck not right?) so content warning for character death such

'This is a flashback/dream'

This is a lyric

Chapter 4: Underneath the Skin

'I ran away from home today,

I ran a mile, I never looked back

I tore my shoes to bits today

With the hounds from Hell right on my tail…'

Seth pulled away timidly, worrying his lip between his teeth as he stared hesitantly up at Roman. The man simply tilted his head to the side, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You really haven't kissed anyone else besides that girl, have you?" he teased. Seth let out a strangled sound and he looked away.

"D-Don't make fun of me! And I knew you were there…why didn't you show yourself when I went looking for you?" he questioned. Roman cocked a brow, his smirk widening ever so slightly.

"You mean to tell me you would've been happier that night if I had shown myself as opposed to spending time with your lady friend?"

"Of course!"

It had came out of Seth's mouth before he even had time to think about it. A beat of silence passed between the two and Seth blinked, his eyes growing. He couldn't help but to feel guilty. He'd known Leighla practically since they were in diapers and he'd known Roman for literally two hours before the then-teen darted away and basically ruined every future opportunity Seth ever had at becoming a scientist, and still he'd admitted to wanting the Samoan man's company over his best friend.

Roman watched Seth's face carefully, watching the two toned man's expression go from shock, to guilt, and finally settle on a mixture of pain and sadness. He hummed, cupping Seth's cheek and raising it up slightly so he had the smaller man's attention again.

"You miss her, don't you?" he questioned. Seth didn't respond and Roman took that as a yes. He wasn't going to press the issue, nor would he scold Seth for being too soft. The slightly younger man had taken this situation a lot better than most people would, so Roman did have some sympathy for him.

"I'll talk to Damien tomorrow. See if he can find a discreet way for us to communicate with your mother and that girl without the Bureau finding out." He quietly promised before gently pushing past Seth, heading for their bed. Seth smiled, shuffling after Roman and taking his spot beside him. They both lay in silence, the only other sounds in the room coming from meowing cats outside and the small scratching and scurrying of Roman's mice.

Seth gently pulled Roman's sleeve.

"What?"

"Can…can I have another kiss?"

Roman cracked his eyes and stared at Seth silently for a moment. The man was fidgeting, searching Roman's expressionless face for any indication of him not wanting to grant the small request. Roman hummed and grabbed Seth by the hips, pulling him flush against him before he dipped his head down, pressing a chaste kiss to the slightly-trembling man. Seth practically mewled against his lips, kissing back with a timid enthusiasm before they pulled away.

"You good now?"

"Y-Yes Roman, thank you. Good night"

"Good night, Seth"

'They told me "run, angel, run"

They said I could be free

So I turned and ran, but when I looked back,

I saw the ghost of myself coming after me…'

A gust of wind blew her hair and Leighla tucked it neatly behind her ear, holding her school books against her chest. She was on her way to class when suddenly a Bureau car pulled up to her. She stopped walking immediately and a handsome man stepped out. He slid a pair of sunglasses off his face and slowly approached her, sending her a bright smile, but she could tell there was a certain urgency behind it.

"Good afternoon. Your ID number is 093721, correct? Your name is Leighla?" he questioned. Leighla shuffled a bit uncomfortably. "Yes, sir. May I ask why you stopped me? I have a class to get to at the University" she told him. He nodded.

"Yes, yes, I understand ma'am. My name is Dwayne Johnson and you might've been able to tell, but I'm from the Bureau. I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Your grandmother was pronounced dead yesterday evening" he told her. Leighla's mouth immediately fell open and her grip on her books loosened. They fell to the ground and she trembled.

"P-please tell me you're joking"

"I'm afraid not. I'm here to take you back to No. 6 so you can get the belongings she left behind"

He bent down to pick up her books, placing a cold hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss" he told her as he steered her away towards the car. Leighla didn't respond.

The tears started to fall as soon as the car door slammed closed.

'There's a whistle in the wind,

It carried the lies,

Everything isn't as it seems

Don't fall for their disguise

Look me in the eyes, tell it again'

Leighla briskly walked up to the room they told her they were keeping her grandmother. She stopped short when the director of the nursing home lead her to a room with a small box in the middle with a picture of her smiling grandmother beside it. Slowly, she approached it, looking down at the picture in confusion.

"Where is her body?"

"We're sorry, but it's against our policies to show the bodies after death. We've buried her in our cemetery, I can show you there if you'd like. In that box is her belongings" the director told her, his voice too cheery for Leighla's liking.

She touched the box, peering inside and only finding a raw crystal necklace. It was one she and Seth had bought her for her 50th birthday. Leighla shook her head and turned back to the director.

"Where is everything else? She had four bags when she came here. Why is there only one necklace in this box? Where is my grandmother? How did she die?!" she snapped, tears streaming down her face. The man watched her carefully.

"That is all she had on her possession. She made it clear to give away all of her belongings to the other residents in the event of her death and she also told us to keep her cause of death from you, to keep the stress off you. I assure you, she died peacefully" he told her. Leighla stared at him in disbelief. His eyes didn't show any sign of emotion and she looked down at the necklace dangling from her hands. He cleared his throat.

"Are you ready to leave?" he questioned, voice so sickeningly sweet, it made Leighla want to hit him.

"Yes. I'm done here."

The man nodded and saw her out of the room. He glanced back at the lone, now-empty box in the center of that all white room.

"It hurts! What is this! Please, get a nurse!"

"Ma'am, there's nothing we can do."

"You have to try! My neck! Oh, it hurts!"

Stubby fingers scratched desperately at the back of a rapidly aging neck. They broke skin, but it wasn't enough to stop the pain. The nurses, orderlies, and the director watched with no expression as the woman choked out her last breath, just as a wasp ripped free from her neck. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed completely, blood dribbling down onto the pristine white floors. The director watched the wasp zip around the room before it flew out of the window. It would be on its way back to The Hive. He hummed, cupping his hands behind his back.

"Notify the granddaughter. Cover it all up."

The corner of the man's lips quirked and he shut the light in the room off before closing the door.

=In the Rollins Bakery=

Mrs. Rollins looked up slowly when she heard her bakery's bell chime. Leighla rushed into the bakery, clutching the necklace so hard it hurt. She spotted the brunette woman and ran to her, embracing her tightly and sobbing deeply. Mrs. Rollins had no idea why the woman was there, but she didn't say a word as she rubbed her back, letting her get out all her sadness.

"What happened, Leighla?" she questioned softly, wiping the woman's eyes. Leighla furiously wiped at her eyes, hiccupping a few times before she took a breath to steady herself.

"My…my grandmother died…they won't tell me anything. All of her belongings are gone except this" she opened her hand and showed the older woman the necklace. She knew Mrs. Rollins would know about it. Sure enough, her eyes softened and she let out a pained sound Leighla thought was because of the sadness from her grandmother's passing.

"I…I can't keep this. I wanted to give it to Seth. Do you know when he gets off of work?" she questioned. She watched Mrs. Rollins' eyes grow before the woman let out a strangled, pained sound.

"Mrs. Rollins? What's wrong? Where is Seth?"

"He's gone. The Bureau told me he was taken to the Correctional Facility. I'll never see my baby again!"

Leighla sat there in shock, watching the brunette woman fall apart in front of her. The words hadn't fully processed to her yet, but when they did, her lip quivered and she bowed her head, screaming in anguish.

Both women cried, neither knowing their cries could be heard within the Bureau HQ walls.

'It all looks the same to me,

The lines all blurred into one

Back against the wall,

I start to come undone…'

Aksana rolled out of the bed, scowling down at the sleeping Bureau member she had spent the night with. He was a higher up, one of the ones that paid her well for her…services. She spit in his direction, pulling her clothes on with haste and quickly searching his scattered clothes for anything she could find of use. Extra money, valuables, any documents that would help Damien out, that kind of stuff.

She smiled to herself when she found his wallet, relieving him of every last dime within it before she tossed it carelessly aside. She left the room silently, briskly walking out and going to make the trek back to the outside, the wastelands that it was, when she stopped suddenly, hearing a scream. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly ducked into an alley, peering out from the darkness when she spotted the screaming woman.

Damien had warned her to look out for things like this.

She took her phone out, recording the scene undetected. She watched the small, confused crowd form around the woman as she clawed desperately at her neck, tearing the skin with her manicured nails. There was a sickening sound and the crowd screamed when the woman collapsed, a small insect rising up from her now-still body and flying off.

Bureau members were on the scene in seconds, all of them hustling all of the witnesses into vans. "Come, come! Let's not cause more of a commotion than we already have!" a short woman snapped. Aksana assumed she was in charge.

The crowd was terrified and one of them got brave, going to make a run for it. The short woman's eyes flew over to him and she smirked ever so slightly. In a flash, she drew a small sword issued to the commanding officers and sliced his head clean off his shoulders.

The other Bureau members ignored the bloodbath completely while the citizens screamed in horror as his head fell, rolling away while his blood sprayed upwards, coating the woman's face and ruining her uniform. She flicked some blood off her blade and walked over to the man's decapitated head, grabbing hold of his hair and raising it so it was beside hers, uncaring of the blood still dribbling from it.

"Anyone else want to try and defy me?" she questioned. The citizens shook their heads and rushed into the vans. The Bureau members piled in, driving off except the woman and a man. She dropped the nameless man's head carelessly before sheathing her sword. There was a change in the wind and she turned her head, her eyes flying over to the alley where Aksana was standing before.

She found nothing but darkness.

"Commander Lee, are you ready to leave?"the man questioned. The woman looked up at him before nodding, rolling her neck on her shoulders.

"Let's hurry up and get back to HQ, Johnson"

'I trusted the wolf in sheep's clothing,

Believed him to be a friend,

I trusted him, I trusted him

Until the devil crawled out from beneath his skin'

-"What's wrong, Roman?" there was a chuckle before there was a foot grinding his head into the ground. Roman looked up, lip curling.

"I'll kill you! I swear, I'll kill you!"

He scoffed and yanked Roman's head to the left, forcing him to look at the carnage left in the home. His mother lie face down, her hair covering her face, but not the bloody gash at the back of her head. The bloodied bat that caused that injury lay a few feet away. His father was slumped in a corner, a bullet through his throat. Across from them was his twin cousins. Jimmy had a knife protruding from his back while Jey's stomach was cut open savagely, gore spilling out onto the floor.

In the corner, Tamina lay collapsed on the floor, eyes wide, but unseeing. Roman wasn't sure if she was dead or not, but with that cut across her neck, he'd assume so.

"Why would you do this?! They were your family! We're family!" he snarled, tears and blood running down his face. His vision was fading and he watched the older figure bend down, placing the gun that killed his father in Roman's hand, curling his fingers around it.

"Family means nothing if power doesn't come with it, cousin. You're going to take a little nap, and when you wake up, you'll be locked away forever for murder." He chuckled, stepping away. Roman hastily threw the gun aside, reaching for his foot.

"I'll fucking kill you myself!" he snarled at the other teen. He was kicked in the face and his cousin turned his back on him, heading towards the door. When he opened it, Roman could see two adults in Bureau uniforms waiting. He groaned in pain, vision blurring even more as he watched one of the members place a standard uniform hat on his cousin's head.

"Dwayne! Dwayne get back here you son of a bitch!"

"Have fun in the Correctional Facility, Roman"

Roman…

Roman….-

"ROMAN!"

The Samoan man shot up, eyes wild and angry. They flew around the room, searching and scanning it without really seeing it. His eyes landed on Seth and he blinked in confusion. It took him a few moments, but he finally settled down, running a hand shakily through his silken hair, realizing he was drenched in a cold sweat. Seth was staring worriedly at him. Roman scowled.

"Don't look at me like that."

"You were screaming…I was worried" he whispered, reaching up and wiping some sweat off Roman's brow with a small towel. Roman sighed and looked away, pulling Seth's hands away from him.

"Don't be. I'm fine."

Seth frowned, putting the rag aside and wiping underneath Roman's eyes. "You are not. You were crying. Did you have a bad dream?" he questioned. Roman scoffed and fixed Seth with a flat look. Well, he tried to anyway. It was more pained than anything and Seth's gaze softened and he rubbed gently circles onto Roman's cheek. The man's steel gaze met his.

"It was no dream. It was a memory. The reason why I want to watch all of the Babylon sections burn to the fucking ground. Especially the Bureau" he snarled quietly. Seth put his hands in his lap and quietly looked Roman over.

"Can you tell me why? Explain to me what happened?"

"The Bureau is full of nothing but corrupt murderers. They don't care for anyone but themselves. I don't know what this wasp thing has to do with anything yet but I do know I want each and every last Bureau member dead. I'm not the only one."

"Yes, but why?"

Roman stared at Seth for the longest time before he simply shook his head.

"I can't tell you that. Not yet. Not when you hold any shred of sympathy for those motherfuckers in the Bureau" he spat coldly before standing and walking into the bathroom. Seth watched him go before he lowered his gaze to where Roman was just resting.

He saw the Samoan man thrash in his sleep. He'd nearly been punched trying to calm the man down. Seth wanted to know what Roman was hiding. How he was tied into this and why did he hate the Bureau so much. Seth didn't blame him. He himself knew the Bureau was nothing like how they projected themselves to be to civilians, but it ran deeper with Roman and it was killing Seth to know.

With a sigh, the two toned man got up to get ready for the day.

'The scars I wear,

They've cut me deep,

And even now, I continue to bleed.

Seein' red, it's surrounding me

There's demons here, crawling underneath'

"That Damien guy said he had urgent business for us" Dean told them as soon as Roman and Seth had approached the inn. Roman's eyes narrowed and Seth frowned. Punk locked up all of the dogs and jogged over to them.

"Tamina was here when he said it. She went ahead back with him. He told us all to come as soon as we met up with you" he informed them. A gust of wind blew past them and Seth shuddered while Roman turned on the balls of his feet, storming off in the direction of town. Punk jogged up to his side while Dean stayed back with Seth.

"He looks even more pissed than usual. What did you do?" he joked. He frowned when Seth didn't respond to his teasing. Arching a brow, Dean elbowed Seth in the side.

"Kid, stay with me. What's up with you two today? Have a lover's spat?" he inquired. Seth didn't respond at all to the lover's part, instead he met Dean's curious gaze with a pained look.

"Roman was screaming in his sleep. A bad dream, I think, even though he said it was more like a memory. I don't even know, but he wouldn't tell me anything" he whispered. He saw the look of realization dawn on Dean's face before the man looked over at Roman's back, watching the larger man walk beside Punk. Punk didn't even try to make conversation with the wound up man beside him. Dean clicked his tongue.

"It won't do you any good to ask questions. You'll just make him madder. Just let him simmer down. If he really likes ya, he'll tell you one day" Dean told him as they reached Damien's home. They entered without knocking and was greeted by the woman that was on stage with Roman the other day, his cousin Tamina.

"Good morning, Tamina" Punk greeted while Roman embraced her tightly and Dean nodded in her direction as a silent greeting. Seth shuffled uncomfortably, unsure as to how he could introduce himself. The woman noticed him and looked to Roman.

"Who is this?"

"Seth Rollins."

Realization dawned on her face and she smiled at him. "So you're Seth. You really do look like a puppy" she cooed. Seth's face began to heat up. If she was talking to him like that, that must've meant Roman had talked about him at least a little. She laughed quietly and lead the way upstairs. Seth stood beside her, and was going to ask her exactly how much Roman had told her about him when he noticed the scar across her neck. His lips parted ever so slightly and his brows scrunched up in concern.

Tamina felt his gaze and looked to her left, catching his gaze on her neck. A sorrow-filled smile crossed her face and Dean jabbed him hard in the side to get him to stop before Roman caught him staring. Seth yelped in pain and Dean shook his head.

"Don't stare, kid. You're lucky Roman didn't catch you. You would've gotten a punch to the throat" he hissed in a quiet whisper. Seth rubbed his side and looked over to Tamina.

"I-I'm sorry"

"It's fine"

Damien cleared his throat, regarding them all with a serious look. There was a pale raven woman sitting on the arm of the chair beside him, a phone in her hands. Damien stood, adjusting his tie.

"I've got some footage here I think you all need to see"

'I've tried to run from my fears

But the demons have always chased me

Now I run in the opposite direction

To finally kill what's underneath'

(A/n: Wow my lyric making skills suck.

Anyway, the plot thickens!

Sorry for taking so long to update, I hope you enjoyed this chapter

As always, please review and until next time, I love you~

-Scarlet)