This was written on my super scary flight out of Texas and back to philly. I had to take my mind off of the turbulence. Anyway, you guys are gonna hate me for this, but you didn't think I was ending the story after 10 chapters did you? I gots plans for our heroes! *insert maniacal laughter here*

"Wakie wakie."

He heard the voice, registered it was there, knew he should open his eyes, but could not cooperate. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was that he couldn't. His head hurt so bad that the idea of exposing his eyes to the light was a terrifying prospect.

"Open your eyes or I'm prying them open."

He groaned and did as he was instructed because the thought of someone prying his eyes open was not something he wanted. Immediately he regretted it. The light hit his eyes and it was like someone shoving glass shards through his retinas. When his eyes finally focused, there was a woman leaning over him, smiling in an unnerving way that he knew he should be scared of, but couldn't remember why. He was able to scoot back until his back connected with stone. His wrists hurt and were bruised, but he couldn't recall why. Had he been tied down?

"There you are." She said and patted him on the cheek. "Good boy."

"What happened?" He choked out, unable to really recognize his own strained voice. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly. She knelt down beside him and continued to smile.

"You don't remember?" She asked.

He shook his head and again regretted it as new pain radiated through his skull.

She laughed loudly, as if she knew something he didn't. "What's your name?"

He opened his mouth to answer and stopped. He tried again, screwing his eyes shut in concentration. He couldn't remember. He didn't know his own name! A sudden panic set in and he began to hyperventilate. "I don't know!"

She cocked her head to the side and observed him as he began to rock slightly, "I guess you'll just have to trust me." She said. "You are safe, my pet."

That didn't feel right. She didn't feel right. He wasn't anyone's pet, especially not hers. But he couldn't remember otherwise. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was what she said, despite his inclination to the opposite. "Who am I?" He asked.

She tilted her head to the side in rapt interest. "You're mine."

he shook his head but remained suspicious of the woman who looked at him like he were an object and not a human knew he should not trust her. Somewhere in his subconscious he knew she was dangerous. "Where am I?"

Her grinned widened and he felt a shiver run down his spine. "That's not important right now."

She stood and held her hand out for him to take it and follow her. He stared at it for a long moment before meeting her eyes and shaking his head. He was going nowhere with this woman. His instincts were screaming at him.

Her face shifted to a dark and dangerous mix of anger and resentment. "Stand up!" She demanded and he obliged despite himself. Then her face softened to something akin to kindness and he felt his body relax slightly. "I'm sorry for my outburst." She said sweetly. "Please, come with me."

She held her hand out for his again and again he eyed it cautiously. But, despite everything, he was confused and lost in his own self so did he have any other choice but to trust the woman who stood before him?

He took her hand slowly and she intertwined her thin fingers with his, giving him a small, reassuring squeeze. She pulled him behind her as they moved through the stone complex.

"Where are we going?" He asked after a moment. She didn't answer and he didn't see the sinister grin on her face.

"How you doing Seth?" Roman asked the younger shield member who was currently leaning over the edge of the small speedboat they hijacked from the canal, puking his guts up. Roman forgot he got seasick. How he made it through HQ agent training was a miracle. Seth waved him off and continued emptying the contents of his stomach into the water. Romans lips curled into an amused smile.

Then, there it was, Poveglia island, looming like a ghost in the early morning mist. The tall tower of the church is what they saw first. Dark and ominous, it was reminiscent of the medieval, dark age architecture that dotted the Italian landscape. Yet, this was different. Abandoned and left to crumble to the ground as if the world wanted to forget its dark past, the island whispered of war and plague, the mentally unstable and the lost, the living and the dead. And that was where they would find Dean.

Roman pulled the boat up the the small dock and he helped Seth climb out before camouflaging it as best he could in some overgrown underbrush. He jogged to catch up with Seth, who was checking his weapons. "How's your leg?"

"I'll survive." He responded with a reassuring yet cocky grin.

Roman clapped him on the shoulder, "glad to hear it. Dean's going to need both of us. God only knows what they've done to him."

"I'd rather not think about it." Seth added. "She said that somewhere on this island there used to be a mental hospital. Let's try there."

Roman gave him a quick nod. Not that they had any clue where the supposed mental hospital was, but the island wasn't that large. They could just keep moving until they came across something that looked like it could have been an asylum at some point...or...

"Abby, can you hear us?" Roman said as they began walking. There was silence through the earpiece. "Abby?"

"I'm here." She buzzed through quietly. Her voice sounded heavy with worry. "I can't hear him anymore."

Seth sighed, "The microphone battery must have died."

"We'll find him." Roman assured her. "But we need you to find where the hospital was on this island."

He heard some typing and some sniffing. She must be crying, but she was being as strong as she could. Roman respected that in her. "Any buildings you see were converted to the asylum in 1922." She said after a long moment. "There isn't that much left, so the area is fairly small. Roman, you and Seth find my husband and bring him home to me."

Seth and Roman shared a determined look, "We will."

She led him to a small, white room that smelled of mildew and dirt. He didn't know what to expect from the woman who he knew deep down was trouble. In the room was a chair reminiscent of a dentist chair and a man who he knew but couldn't place. All he knew was that he didn't like him...at all.

She stopped and turned to face him, "sit down."

He hesitated. She got angry and instructed the man to make him sit. The tall man with black hair grabbed him by the shoulders, pushed him forward and made him sit in the chair where he proceeded to strap his arms and legs still.

"You know," she began and ran a hand down his chest. "I have decided something thanks to this strange turn of events."

"What?" The man spat as if surprised.

She laughed, "Relax Wade. I think that killing him may be counter productive. I can kill two birds with one stone here. I think his skills would be better utilized working for the Authority. Don't you?"

"But-"

She held up a hand to silence him, "No buts. Imagine William Regal's face when he finds out his favorite has abandoned them. The Shield would be without a leader. HQ would be out it's best agent. But we gain him. We could begin rebuilding the Authority. Barrett, you were responsible with brainwashing Tyler Black. Do the same for my little project. Make him mine."

He knew the name Tyler Black. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the memory of that name. It didn't feel like a good memory nor did he feel hatred or anger. It was just there. But what were they planning on doing to him. He tested his bonds and found them sturdy despite his efforts to pull free. He looked at the other man who was nodding despite his obvious reservations.

"Good." She added with a grin. "You'll have all the tools you need. Begin today. Make him..." Then she paused as if trying to decide something and grinned when she did so. "Jon Moxley, ruthless and dangerous."

Seth and Roman stalked up to one of the last remaining buildings on the island, guns trained expertly ahead of them. There was no sign of movement in any I've the visible entrances, but they knew they were around. They stealthily approached a side door that lay off its hinges. That's when they heard it. It was the sound of raised voices, one of which was Dean screaming and cursing.

Seth motioned to Roman to head down one particularly ominous hallway where the noise was eninating. They moved quietly, expertly, hugging the wall. The noises were getting louder. They must be getting close.

They came to a door, wooden and marred by age and disuse. Behind, the voices were loudest. "Fuck you!" Dean yelled and screamed in pain. He was screaming so loudly without stopping that it was disturbing. What were they doing to him in there?

Seth made a move to barge in, guns blazing, but Roman stopped him, opting to play it smart. He motioned to Seth to go on the count of three. He held up one finger, then two, then three and Roman kicked in the door. It gave way easily and both met stormed in ready to fight.

"Did you find him!?" Abby buzzed through the earpiece.

They were met with nothing. Nothing but an MP3 player hooked to speakers playing the agonizing screams of their brother. Seth and Roman shared a panicked look. On the screen of the MP3 player was a note written in neat female script.

Enjoy this pre-recorded electroshock session. Did you think I didn't know he was wearing a microphone? Fooled you. - S.M.

"Seth? Roman?" Abby broke through again, more panicked this time. "Please answer me!"

Seth turned off the player and looked at Roman in pained silence before screaming and kicking the stool the speakers were perched on. What were they going to do now? Where had they taken Dean and what were they doing to him?

Roman sighed sadly before answering Abby. "He's not here."