Chapter Twenty Five

A camera follows Kyra through the halls; going deeper and deeper into the arena. She was looking for a trio of guys that normally plotted the demise of man kind in the shadows. It wasn't until she turned a corner before the camera caught a glimpse of the trio.

"I have a proposition for the three of you," she smiled evilly.

"We're listening," Dean said, taking the role of leader.

The video cut and the crowd erupted into jeers.

"I believe that with you joining the Shield, everyone will see a new side to you," Vince said happily. "We'll have you meet with dressing to come up with a new wardrobe for your run."

"Thank you, Sir."

Kyra walked from Vince's office to the usual Shield's entrance area near the concourse of the arena. Before they entered the crowd, Jon hugged Kyra and smiled at her.

"Be safe out there," she whispered.

"Always."

The next morning, Kyra noticed that she had a voice mail from the one and only Punk. She debated for a couple of minutes whether or not to listen to the thing; but her curiosity won out on that argument.

"Hey, it's me. I think we need to talk about what happened last wee; what happened at RAW. Call me back."

She scrolled through the contacts and pulled Punk's number up, pausing for a second before hitting the call button. Waiting for the other line to pick up caused Kyra to want to end the call.

"I didn't think you would call me back so quickly."

"Yeah, didn't have much else to do. It's early here."

"Do you have the time to talk?"

"I should be asking you the same. It's midnight there."

"Not sleeping much since I listened to your voicemails and read your messages."

"But you never responded. "

"Yeah, I just had some things I want to work out." Punk paused and listened to the train pass his apartment. "So what happened?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, Punk."

"Nothing I need to worry about," he repeated. "Kyra, please just tell me what's going on. I can tell that you didn't sleep before RAW taped. What's going on in that head of yours?"

"When you walked, Vince canceled your reservations at the hotels, not changing them over to me; but canceled them, leaving me with no where to sleep. Thankfully, Ambrose was able to get his own room, so that he shared with me throughout the tour."

"That's good."

"And since you're not here, they pretty much pulled me from the house shows leading up to the taping the other day."

"Why did you go after Heyman?"

"Because I couldn't go after you." There was silence between the two before Kyra started to talk again. "Look, when the tour hits stateside once again, I'll have a few days off. I'm going to get my things out of your place and into a place of my own. So, I'll see you in a week."

Ending the call was the hardest thing for her to do that entire day. Working out with Colby and Joe, simple; but pushing the end call, her body did not want to move.

"Hey, what's going on?" Joe asked when he boarded the tour bus. He took a seat next to Kyra, forcing Jon to sit with Colby across the walkway.

"Not much," she whispered.

She sounded tired, and looked extremely pale, leaning against the window. Joe was able to wrap and arm around her shoulder and pulled her over closer to him to help her neck from getting stiff.

"Come on, talk to me."

"Punk and I talked a little."

"Wow."

"I'm moving out once we have a couple days off."

"I'll help you."

"Thanks, Joe."

With that, the conversation ended between the two. Joe even glared at people in the back if they got to loud.

'This is going to be one long ass tour,' he thought as he drifted to a somewhat peaceful sleep.