A/N Double update here this weekend. Thanks for the reviews, follows and favorites to this story. I love how its coming along. More backstory here too and some flashbacks and him running was necessary to find what he did for later.

I finished posting my Daddy Roman story too called Finding You and its only 4 chapters and I might add one more plus an in the future one down the road one later but its fluffy and hurt comfort and family with only a bit of drama. Please check it out if you love that kind of story and let me know what you think.

I will start posting my Christmas story soon too. Its 5 chapters Time spanned from when they meet, fall in love and have a family etc and Roman is a soldier that goes overseas and Seth and Dean others too. Thinking of the Bella twins as the girls in the story and so not totally sure yet.

Have a great weekend. Happy Thanksgiving and Survivor Series!

I'll keep hoping to see The Shield for their 10 year anniversary but whatever happens I have loved all The Shield content that Roman and Seth and WWE have posted all month. Believe in The Shield!

Roman's POV

Damn it, I just promised her that I would not leave her again! My last glance back to her as I saw her struggling in Randy's arms behind the tree made me ache that she was fighting to protect me. I needed her safe.

I wondered if she was even thinking clearly at all right then.

My girl had just been through freaking hell with Brock on the plane twice in the span of a few hours. Seeing him nearly shoot me point blank, to us both fighting him and her getting captured. And then with him nearly choking, drowning and damn near forcing himself on her. While the other time was when she was trying to save his life and get the bullet out and he woke up and scared the hell out of her and still tried to take advantage of her more.

Sara too had almost lost me, listening to Miz telling another guard to kill me and hearing him beat the hell out of me before he started undressing her and actually kissing her. I could not imagine how messed up she was by now.

I did not blame her one bit that she did not want to leave me or was freaking out or trying to prevent anyone from hurting me more. She had been through so much and losing more or any more danger at all was just too much for her.

All she wanted was for me to be safe.

I could tell that when Randy came to get me and that he couldn't find his copilot and Becky had somehow gone missing in the night that Sara didn't want me to go anywhere at all. But she stayed with Dean and let me go look for Becky.

But when Becky got back, she should have stayed put and waited for us and not wandered off to find us. Love does crazy things to you though and hell if I knew even as agent what I would have done. I would have wanted to find her as soon as possible too.

She didn't want the pregnant stewardess, the only other woman on the plane to get more hurt. Especially since we had no way to help her the last time. As insane as all that was, I understood completely and would have wanted someone to be there for Sara if it had been her.

The other woman had no one. Becky had Randy as a best friend it sounded like, and I had Sara.

I was terrified in that moment that she would draw their attention to herself and so I tripped on pretty much nothing, grabbing for any and all branches to make as loud a crashing sound to the ground as I could. It worked and as I was scrambling to get back up, I heard shouts and heard men rushing toward me.

Anything to keep my Beauty safe, just like she was thinking about me when I thought I saw her fighting Randy to scream. She was trying to protect me.

She had looked more panicked than I even remembered when Miz was going to drag me away on the plane a mere few minutes after we had both confessed our love for each other. She had been in Deans's arms fighting him as they were going to haul me away. Now it felt like that same scene was replayed with her fighting Randy's hold on her to stay away from me.

All we both wanted was to hold onto each other and yet over and over we were being pulled apart.

I felt the sting of small branches against my face as I raced through the dense foliage, and I tried to ignore the yelling and pounding of the feet behind me. I didn't dare turn around. They felt so close already that I could not afford even that half a second of not pushing forward.

"Reigns!" I heard Brock scream my name again, with as much fury in his tone as before when the light hit my face. I wanted their attention on me and not on Sara, but I did not expect him to have a flashlight right there at that exact moment.

Fuck! I did not want him to know we were there at all. But I couldn't just leave the woman there either even knowing it wasn't Becky before either.

But when Sara showed up then I chose her, no question there. And with Seth so close because the woman was literally crawling toward us, I had no choice but to move and draw their attention or I knew Brock would have found Sara.

My ribs were burning from how fast I was pushing my body, but I ignored the pain and forced myself to run faster. I had counted 5 whizzes of bullets in the air at me but each one by some miracle I managed to avoid. The last one blasted apart a tree trunk just beside my head and I gasped that that was way too close!

Was Brock the only one with a gun right now? No, I remembered Seth had been holding one before when the two men faced off on the beach.

The sounds of the shouting in my direction were growing quieter and I wondered if they had given up on catching me. My lungs were aching, and I did not know how much longer I could push my already weak body. I felt the breaths just gasping out of me. I needed to stop, to hide. There had to be a place to hide!

I had not realized it in my pure adrenaline to get distance between me and the cons, I had steadily been running up higher and higher into the rolling hills. I nearly tripped on rocks just scattered all over the uneven ground. With it being so dark I could hardly see much in front of me as I started pulling myself up as the way became steeper.

I felt a blast of air as I stepped up and over a fallen log and jumped back as my foot felt almost nothing beneath it!

Throwing myself back I gasped out at the wide and empty expanse of a near sheer drop right in front of me! There was nowhere to go, and I could not risk jumping with not even being able to see the bottom from there.

Then I heard the sounds behind me get louder and I whipped my head around wildly for a place to hide. I couldn't go back, or they would see me and there was nothing but empty air in front of me! I felt the panic rising in my already sore chest. Where the hell could I go?! I heard more branches breaking, knowing another few seconds and they would see me!

A bigger rock caught my eye as I scanned the terrain for anywhere to hide. The rock had a little dip in the ground below it and I dove into the gap, pulling my head down and the collar of my black shirt up to hide my skin as much as I could from the moonlight shining down. I closed my eyes as I curled up tight, trying to slow my breathing. I needed to relax, or those monsters would hear the gasping from my lungs.

But just as I saw a flash of bright orange coming the steep embankment, I heard a crack of thunder and then more rain just poured down on the hillside. I mumbled my thanks silently that at least nature was on my side with the rain and pounding thunder masking any sounds I was making.

My gray eyes were widely dilated in the darkness, and I could make out more than one more flash of orange as two men made their way up the hill in my direction. I pulled myself in as small as I could be in the little crevice in the ground.

"I told you he went that way!" a voice hissed out. "I saw the trees moving over there, brother. Why don't you ever trust me?!"

The men had stopped a mere few feet away from my hiding spot and I tilted my head just slightly to see Seth standing there waving the gun around near his brother as they both looked over the cliff.

"Well this is a dead end. What about that way?" Dolph commented raising his hand and pointing further back the way I had come from.

"There isn't anything that way! It is just a sheer drop from there too so he wouldn't go that way. And if he did, he would turn back this way anyway."

"How the hell do you know that?' Dolph argued back. "You have been on this island as long as I have." They both had stopped only a few feet from where I was hiding. My heart was in my throat.

"Well, I might have actually been doing some exploring while the rest of you were just dancing around in front of the damn fire on the beach celebrating. There won't be much to celebrate if we can't get off this island before the cops find out where we crashed. As always, your big brother is figuring out a way to get you out of another mess you got yourself in."

Dolph stepped closer to Seth, and I could see his stance was aggressive. "Hey, I didn't ask for that job! You know as well as I did, that I was only on the team to pay back that debt or they would have killed me!"

"Oh I know. Who always races in to bail you out brother before all hell breaks loose? If I hadn't got Mom and Dad on that boat to go across the ocean in time they could have been targets too. Your gambling will be the death of all of us brother!"

"How many times have I told you, I'm sorry! I never meant for them to find her too."

"I will never believe that was an accident!" Seth screamed. "She was always so safe while driving. The bastards after you, ran her off the road and now she on life support because of everything YOU did!"

"I know it's my fault. I'm so sorry Seth. She did not deserve that. I have no idea how they even knew about her and you and the connection to me."

"Well, they were a hell of a lot smarter than you! If you had come to me sooner than maybe I could have gotten her safe too. But you and your damn pride to try to fix things yourself," the elder brother hissed out.

"I get it! And us taking that hit just to erase my debt was not worth it. It wouldn't bring her back. I know!" Dolph jumped back in angrier than before. "But I had no choice. $90,000 that I did not have or take the job to assassinate the President. Dragging you along though...that was a mistake."

"No, it was a mistake that I never got to kill those monsters for what they did to her! I was happy, I was out of that life finally and was ready to move to the States to start over and maybe reconnect with our older brother, the golden child who actually made it in this world. You ruined everything with your greed and carelessness!" Seth spit at him.

I shut my eyes, feeling the ground getting more damp under my cheek as I lay as still as I could. I wondered why the other members of the team were with us. Jey said the team was already being assembled by the criminal organization that created the tech but that they needed a leader and I fit the bill. I had no idea why Rollins and Ziggler were a part of it. Even Jey didn't know that. Everyone on the team had their own reasons for being there. Strowman and Kevin Owen's reasons I guess I might never know now that they were both dead.

"If Reigns had not messed things up with the assassination, then you would have been able to kill them. Let's focus our anger on him and not each other Seth," Dolph said softer, trying likely to sooth his brother's pain.

"Even saving his life when he was bleeding out did not get you face to face with the men that hired us. They screwed all of us over. Reigns is the reason we had half the cops in Bulgaria after us and why we were caught. Prison was his fault!" Dolph snarled and I saw Seth put his hands up on his shoulders.

"You're right. And I am so sorry that I couldn't protect you from everything in that hell hole. How was I supposed to know they would take a week to interrogate me and dump you in there without my knowing. I wish none of it had happened little brother." Seth mumbled with his head down. "Here you take the gun. You need it more than me."

Dolph nodded his head in thanks and took it, sounding like he was reloading too.

Damn, how much ammunition did they have?

"Then let's just focus on getting the hell out of here before we get caught Seth. They could go after the rest of our family since we failed. We need to focus on getting back to the States. Why do you even care what happens to the pregnant girl from the plane? I heard you tell that crazy con that you wanted her for yourself. What the hell for? If you are so worried about getting away, then what is with the girl?"

I heard my former best friend snarl like an animal at that and I shut my eyes. "Why I want the woman is none of your damn business brother," he snapped at him.

There was more yelling, and I saw more flashes of orange as two more men came up over the ridge. I could not thank Orton enough for letting me change before. I would have been dead if I was glowing in the dark as much as these freaks that were looking for me.

"Hey, a couple guys saw movement over east of the beach. Wyatt swears he saw a guy carrying someone," the man said to the brothers. I nearly gasped out loud.

No, no, no!

Seth and Dolph nodded at him, listening. "Yeah, he said he was following them and sent his buddy Harper back to tell Brock. Brock said to forget about Reigns and all he needed was his woman and the creep would crawl out from whatever rock he was under."

I felt my heart slamming so hard in my chest that I felt faint.

Fuck! No, they could not have seen Randy leaving with Sara. The very fact that I was hiding under a rock right now under all these guys noses I could not help but be shocked at the irony.

Seth nodded at him. "Fine there is nothing here anyway. Let's go."

I heard shuffling and more noise crashing in the bushes and the sounds got further and further away. I lifted my head slowly and peeked out at the way they had gone.

The rain was still coming down, soaking me fully again. I could not hear any more footsteps as I crawled out and stood back up stretching my legs. I saw how dark and deep the ravine or cliff was in front of me and just leaned back on the rocky mountainside already starting to feel dizzy from how high up I was.

I could hardly breath I was so scared for her. Everyone had followed ME. How could they have possibly seen Randy at all? Damn it! My hands went into my hair pulling at it by the roots as I tried to figure out what the hell to do. I slipped down to the ground leaned on the rock and closed my eyes, my head falling back and just tried to breathe. I had no idea how long I sat there but I just needed to calm down and think.

"My God Baby. I can't lose you," I gasped out as the rain ran in trails down my face, soaking my thin shirt and jeans. I had no idea what to do. I could retrace my steps enough to get back to the beach and then back where we were hiding but that did not mean Sara made it back there.

I shut my eyes, my dark lashes mixed the rainwater with my tears as I trembled at the thought that Brock already had her. I could give myself up. I could beg him to take me instead. I would do whatever his sick mind wanted and not fight him.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head, ready to die if that was what it took to save her. And I would save her if it was the last thing I did on this earth.

Sniffling I wiped away the rain and hot tears with the back of my hand and stood back up. I turned to head back down the hills.

"Not. So. Fast," a voice said, and my blood froze in my veins as I lifted my head, the rain dripping off the ends of my hair to see Dolph standing right in front of me...leveling a gun at my head!

I lifted my hands slowly as I regarded the man in front of me. I stepped back a half step, but the cliff was only a few feet behind me!

"How did you...?" I began, having no idea what to do. He appeared to be alone. His brother and the other two cons were nowhere to be seen.

"Find you?" Dolph said in a clipped tone, raising an eyebrow. "I saw your footprints in the rain right under the rock by the cliff. We had not walked that way, so I knew it had to be you."

I sucked in my breath trying to think clearly. "Well, if you knew where I was then why did you wait and make me think you had left?"

"Maybe I wanted my privacy..." he mused as if he himself was still deciding what he wanted with me. Oh shit! So he wasn't planning to take me to Brock. Seth promised to deliver us to him, but Dolph had other plans.

He didn't want to catch me...he wanted to kill me...himself?

"You are the reason we failed Reigns! And got caught! And were sent to that house of horrors! You! Everything that happened was because of you!" His ice blue eyes looked wild with anger as his shoulder length blonde hair whipped around in the wind.

Taking another tentative step away from him, I edged myself back from the sheer cliff. "Yeah, I know I screwed up the mission and nearly got us all killed. I'm sorry I am." He didn't look like he was buying it. Not one bit.

I stood up straighter, swallowing hard. "What are you going to do about it? I heard your big brother telling Brock that he would get Sara and me for him in exchange for your protection."

I took another slow step to the side and away from the gun nearly point blank at my head. "He talked like you were too weak to protect yourself."

I paused thinking this could go terribly wrong or offer me some tactical advantage.

My eyes narrowed at him as the water streamed down my face, my jaw clenched. "Are you somebody's bitch Dolph? Do you need Seth to fight your battles? That because of you, big brother has to do whatever that self-absorbed baby Lesnar wants?"

I was treading on dangerous ground figuratively and literally right now. But I had no idea how else to get any kind of advantage on him. Riling him up might just be enough to distract him so I could go for the gun.

Of course, he could just shoot me, but if he wanted to take his time, then a gunshot would alert everyone to where we were.

I held my breath as my eyes watched his expression go from cocky confidence to boiling rage in about 2 seconds flat and the hand he was clutching the gun in shook in his grasp.

"I. Do..." Dolph was spiting each word back at me while cocking the gun, "whatever the fuck I want, Reigns. I'm nobody's bitch! I don't need protecting!" His voice was going higher as he spoke, and I knew I was getting to him.

I had no weapons, nowhere to escape, with certain death behind me and the gun in front of me there was nothing but my words to fight him with.

My throat was so dry as a swallowed thickly, my hands still raised in surrender as I saw his arm shaking more. "That was not what I heard. I heard your Cellie taught you a lot."

"Not another word!" he yelled at me.

Oh shit was I taking a risk here constantly defying him.

"I'll bet that's what he told you whenever you tried to fight him. He'd let you know when to open your mouth..." My voice was dripping with innuendo and we both knew it.

"Shut the fuck up!" His whole body was trembling now, as he shook his head back and forth wildly, the gun wavering in his loose grip, and he did not even see my slow step forward. "You don't know anything!" His eyes were wide, and he looked like he was lost in the horrific memories of prison.

"I know the night the air conditioning was busted, it was SO hot in there." I took another step forward my hands still raised, my eyes darting to that gun ever so briefly before focusing back on his face. "The sweat was rolling down our necks, nothing could sooth that heat..."

I was so close to him, my arms raising so slowly. "Your brother could not help you…and wasn't even there yet. You were all alone..." I saw his eyes glaze over as the memories washed over him and his shakiness increased. "He pulled that sheet down hiding your cell from other prisoner's eyes. But we could still hear you… begging him to stop...pleading..."

"NO! NO!" Stop it! Shut up!" he screamed, and I dove for the gun, both hands around it as my body crashed into his and we rolled on the rocky ground. I groaned feeling every ache and bump on my body as I pried his fingers off the gun with every bit of strength I had.

I felt so much pain in my chest as my body rolled down the hill with him, my hands firmly around the gun. I had his wrist in my hand and was slamming it against the ground one, two, three times till the gun slipped from his grip. But I had to let it go because Dolph dove for my throat and started squeezing! My hands flew to pull his off me and I grabbed him by the collar of his orange jumpsuit and slammed his head hard against the nearest tree.

Gasping for another breath, I was feeling lightheaded as I slammed his head again and saw blood trickling from the back of his skull just before his eyes fluttered shut. I pried his fingers off my neck and just fell to the wet ground staring up at the night sky as the rain fell.

I blinked at the rain getting in my eyes as I pulled myself up to check his pulse. It was weak and thready, but he was alive. I never wanted to kill anyone if I didn't have to. I crawled back up the hill the few feet to the gleaming metal of the gun just lying in the grass. I picked it up and slid it open. There was a full mag of bullets in there and I spun it back closed.

Finally, I had a weapon! About damn time.

I started trudging down the grassy hill toward the beach, my boots smushing the soaked grass and mud beneath them. I would kill him if he didn't let her go. Hell, I would kill him now just to watch the blood spray out from his skull and know that he could never touch her again.

The closer I got to the beach the lighter the rain fell. I had no idea how often the sky would just open up like that but it was nearly summer season so the weather could go from baking hot to wet and rainy as much as it wanted.

I could see footprints in the mud just as Dolph had seen mine. Most of them were turned back away heading away from the water. There was no fire in the distance, the rain must have washed that out before already.

When I got back to the beach area there was no one there. I was surprised that I could not see a single con. Where the hell were they? Had they found our hideout? I saw more footprints in the mud and cautiously followed them. If the monsters had Sara, then that was where I was going.

I struggled not to cry out from the pain in my chest from each step that seemed to lead me up higher again. The rolling hills went up and down as far as I could see in the moonlight. I was worried I could get lost out here and forced myself to remember markings or rock formations or anything in the environment that would look unique.

I kept climbing higher again keeping the gun firmly in my grasp. I was heading north from the beach and where our little cave was deeper into the center of the island. I had no idea how big it actually was yet since we had not explored much in the daylight. Just enough to find Dean a safe place to hide till I could wake him up.

I kept looked around, being totally aware of my surroundings as I walked. This was where it looked like people had gone but I still could not hear any voices.

Strangely, I could hear a different sound getting steadily louder as I walked. Not rain but it sounded like a louder rushing sound. I pushed forward, my body feeling weaker and tired. I had hardly slept the night before.

We had been rudely awoken and dragged on the plane, and then Captain Dickhead hitting me and my time with Sara as she stitched me up and how close we were when she fell in my lap. The only time I slept was dreaming of her in my seat on the plane before Brock woke me up and started taunting me about wanting her. I might have slept a bit in the back of the plane when the meds had me so sleepy too before the crash but not long.

Now on the island I slept in her arms, deeper than I had slept in ages for those couple hours and I longed for that feeling again. She made everything else just melt away.

I felt like once I found her, I could just lay in her arms for hours. That was all I wanted. She had to be okay. Randy would have done everything he could to protect her just like I risked my life for them to get away.

I pushed aside the fronds of more plants around me and stepped out onto a clearing. There in front of me tucked among the plants and bushes was a magnificent waterfall!

It looked so powerful, and I could see the water rushing down the embankment and crashing to the surf below. There was a long winding river it looked like, that the waves were crashing down from, as the water rushed away down and out of sight. I just stood there admiring how beautiful nature was. How awe inspiring, even in the moonlight.

From where I had been before on the beach, I felt like I was as high up as before when I had nearly stepped off the cliffs. The water was roaring so close by, and it echoed around the wide-open space at the top of the falls where I was leaning over.

I realized that I had not seen any more footprints anywhere for a while and still had not discovered a soul since almost being killed by Dolph before. My senses were really sharp from being in life and death situations so often and I could just feel that something or someone was near!

I rushed to the side of a large rock at the bank of the falls and hid behind it, pressing my back against its smooth surface.

There were no sounds that I could make out beyond the pounding of the water, not breaking branches nearby or any other sign of someone near... but I could just feel it in the shiver up my spine.

My hands went down and cocked the gun as quietly as I could between my palms and raised it up in front of me. My hair was still a wet, dripping mess and I pulled the strands behind my ears and shoulders to have nothing obscuring my vision.

I took a deep breath and stepped out from the rock and whirled around, the gun raised...to be face to face with Brock pointing a gun right back at me!

My heart pounded as hard as the falls it felt like, as the psycho's eyes roved over me, my stance rigid, my thumb hovering over the trigger. But I knew I would not get a shot off before he would shoot back. We were at an impasse just circling each other at the top of the waterfall.

I watched his lips curl up in a smirk of victory like he had already won.

But where was my Sara? If he had her then why wasn't she with him?

My arm stayed steady, leveling the gun between his eyes. The rain had almost stopped now but I could still feel the water running in trails down my face and neck as my eyes bore into his.

Neither of us said anything and not daring to look away from his wild blue eyes I could just barely tell that there was no one else around. No one came up behind him on the hill. It was just Lesnar and me facing off.

I studied his stance, and he moved closer to me in daring bravado as we continued to circle around each other. I took a step back for each step he took forward and still no words had been spoken. I began to wonder if this was really happening.

My heart was racing in my chest as I started getting flashes of moments with him back at Mizdow Row...

"Oooh my, my are they just sending nicer and nicer toys to my yard," the bigger, muscular con and 2 of others flanking him sauntered over to me leaning against the fence in the yard. Big Show had just gone for visitation and this creep must have just been waiting for that opening. Damn it!

"You are just as pretty as advertised," his words dripped from his pouting lips as he rubbed his close shaved head. "Prettier even." He raised his eyebrows at me, his face inches from mine as he leaned over me.

"Not on your fucking life." I hissed at him, my gray eyes hard on his, not blinking or backing down.

Brock grinned, cracking his neck. "Oh Pretty..."

I cringed at the sound of that pet name from him as he licked his lips.

"You resist me, and I will just make it hurt more and more, till you give in. Game on..."

I shivered and finally turned my head away from him my eyes shutting, just waiting for the attempted seduction to be over. He stayed hovered over me, the 2 smaller men, keeping me from moving away from the fence to go in either direction till a guard saw us and yelled for them to back up. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding as I watched him and his goons walk away.

"Game on, Pretty. Game on," he said whistling at me, walking backwards, his eyes still locked on me. I just shivered at the feeling and felt a sick pit in my stomach.

Another flash...

Standing in line later for lunch and I was violently shoved forward into the massive muscular man in front of me. I think his name was Henry. He was a huge black man that I didn't dare even look up at and had been polite to and stayed a respectful distance from even in the line before that moment.

I reeled back, shaking my head fast that it was an accident as the man turned back to me towering over my height. I was scrambling, trying to say something, anything as he moved forward, grabbing me by the neck and slamming my head hard against the cement wall beside me. I fell to my knees, holding the gash on my cheek as I saw Brock trying to stifle his laughter as he was sneaking away down the hall.

Damn it, I had only been here a day yet. What had I done by messing up the mission and landing us all here?

Another flash...

I took a bite of the meatloaf at supper a few days later, proud that I had managed to avoid any more confrontations so far and stayed dreaming of the sad doctor anytime I was alone. I groaned and I saw Brock walk by just at that moment and he sat down on my table, one leg just swinging back and forth off the end of it casually.

"You will give in Pretty..." he whispered at me. I glared at him, shaking my head. "Fuck off," I hissed at him.

But the next second I started choking as he just smiled confidently at me, like he knew something I didn't know. "Are you mine or not? Mine or the morgues. Your choice Pretty. Although I don't know how pretty you would look there... That would be such a waste, don't you think?"

I had barely heard him and was grabbing wildly for my throat knowing something was wrong. What the hell did he do?! I tried to signal Show who was walking this way, but Brock stood up blocking his view of me. I felt my throat closing up and I could hardly breath and my head fell to the table.

I knew there was only one choice or I would be dead in minutes. I grabbed his wrist, gasping. "Fine! I'm yours Brock. Just save me!" I hated myself for giving him any power over me and telling him what he wanted to hear but I didn't want to die. One problem at a time.

The room was spinning as I saw him lift his arm. "Hey Ambrose, Reigns here needs the Doc." And then my eyes shut, my head falling to the table again as I saw my best friend racing forward...

Brock was laughing as I watched him circle me up on the waterfall. "Oh Pretty are you remembering our special times together?" He licked his lips, his grin widening. "You are... aren't you? I can see it in your eyes and the way that gun is just shaking in your hands."

I swallowed hard and shook my head fast. No freaking way. But he could see right through me, and I had no idea how.

His low chuckle echoed around in the night air even with the pounding of the falls so close. I hated that sound. I raised the gun higher, still feeling it shaking in my palms but level right between his eyes. Right where I wanted to bury the bullet deep in his damn skull.

My hair felt so heavy being rain soaked and hanging down and I flipped it back, blinking more water out of my eyes, struggling to focus.

The monster just laughed again. "Pretty I don't want to shoot you. I want to play. Don't you want to play? You fucking owe me like you promised. Or would you like me to collect from someone else?"

I growled out loud at him and he grinned at me. "Over my dead body!" I snarled, the gun shaking more.

Brock nodded. "That's exactly the idea Pretty. I left you such nice love marks all down your back. Just from me before...so maybe we should find out what your precious Sara would like from me to remember me by?"

Brock still held the gun up steady with one hand and I watched him pull something shiny out of his pocket then that glinted in the moonlight. He held it up and the metal on it reflected in the light shining down from the sky.

Dear God... it was the scissors that Sara had used to stab into him!

He waved them around in his hand as I was rapidly shaking my head.

"Mmm hmm. She started it didn't she? When she fucking stabbed me. SO I think this is a perfect present from me," Brock said smoothly, still waving them around.

My heart was racing and my thumb on the trigger was shaking. A second would be all it took and he would be dead. But he was so freaking calm that I knew I would be too.

I flashed back to the that next night in the prison. Before the guards found me and brought me to her. Before I was safe and curled up in her arms crying that I had finally found her...