Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters are fictional with borrowed names to comply with the fan fiction genre. They should not be confused with any person living or dead. I am not now nor have I ever been affiliated with any professional wrestler or wrestling company. No disrespect intended.


New update. Sorry for the time in between. It's just not coming as easily as it did before. :)


Chapter 18

Roman couldn't take it. He couldn't sleep at night. He was on edge all day. All he could think about was Mya and the man she had married. Up until then, he'd imagined Mya living a happy life. The wonderful life she had always deserved, but her husband beat her. It angered him. He wanted to storm over that property line and kill the son of bitch, but there were no laws in the new world to protect women from the wrath of violent men or vice versa. It seemed some woman in his time were capable of delivering abuse.

When he laid awake at night he looked at Emmy. She was frail. Withering away. He'd tried to befriend her, but the poor woman wanted nothing more than to die. She missed her husband so much. He knew how she felt. He thought about Mya and how small she was. And how big her husband was. He remembered how the beating he had given her had nearly killed her and he'd been holding back as much as he could away with.

Oh that day haunted him. He wished he had taken her and ran the moment he'd realized he was in love. He wished Diesel would have come to him before Flair had stolen Mya. He wondered if Diesel had known who Mya was before then. He could imagine her there with him. Cuddle up beside him like she liked to do. It would have been so amazing to love her openly.

He wanted to go for a swim then, so he got up and headed through his fields to the pond. He was technically trespassing. The pond was located on his neighbors land. Mya's land. But he'd never seen anyone there before. He went for late night swims a lot. Swimming relaxed him and he was free to lay on the bank and stare at the stars. That's when him memories of Mya were the clearest. Even that night he couldn't remember the wonderful moments they had shared. All he could see was the look of fear in her eyes and her husband dragging her away.

"Is this where you come," he heard a throaty voice behind him. "to screw my wife?"

"You need to get a grip." Roman snarled. "I'm not after your wife."

"It's a funny thing. Love." He walked slow. He had this weird stare and his voice made sent a chill up his spine. It felt like he had stepped into the devil's lair and he could smell the whiskey he guzzled before he had stepped close. "It's hard to hide." He laughed. "You can see it. It's in a glance. It's in a touch. I saw it in your eyes and I see it in hers."

Roman turned his head to the side.

"Mya. She's is a pretty creature." He continued to speak. "Despite her puny body." He walked as he spoke. He stroked his long beard. "I could see – pleasing myself with her." He laughed again. Roman clenched a fist. "I could see her wrapping her pretty little lips around certain parts of my body." He seemed to want to dig the knife in deeper. He knew Roman's secret and he wanted to torture him. "I haven't enjoyed the pleasure. Yet." He cackled. "But I have this strong feeling that you have."

Roman had heard enough. He didn't want to sit and listen to Bray talk about the things he planned to do with his Mya.

"Don't leave." Bray took hold of him by his shoulders. Getting close. Roman jutted up his chin. The guy headed over to the pond, squatted and dipped his hand in the water. "I think about the pleasure I could experience with your beloved." He stood and looked out at the water. He was in a trance staring at the woods as if he desired something more. "Then I think about those woods. She is my true mistress. I could have three years of freedom if – something were to happen to my wife." He turned to Roman and he saw that glow in his eyes. That same animal like glow. Then Bray laughed again. "I think I will taste her, just once before I – arrange for my freedom."

Roman put a lot of force into the spear that took the man down. He knocked him into the water. The man seemed to have strength far greater than any human should possess, but he managed to overpower him during their struggle. He managed to hold him beneath the water until he no longer moved. Then he held him a little longer just to be sure.

He climbed up on the bank and watched the lifeless body float in that pond. He didn't know he had it in him. He didn't know he was capable of murder. But he knew there was something evil in Bray Wyatt. He didn't know if he had come across the same stuff that they used to turn criminals to Ivex or if he had been bitten by an Ivex capable of spreading its disease. But he was sure that the man planned to do with Mya.

He walked away that night, using a branch to wipe away all his own tracks. Hoping he hadn't missed anything, then he waited. He didn't know what to expect. Didn't know if he'd get away with it. He dried himself by the fire. He felt cold and sick. What he'd done had been calloused, cold blooded. He had murdered a man.

He saw Mya at the restaurant the next day. She waited on tables, but she didn't possess that happy smile as she always did. She served him, the breakfast he always ordered and she made it just like she always had for him. He couldn't ignore the bruises. She'd tried to conceal it with makeup but had failed. He dared to touch her hand when she laid his check on his table. She didn't pull away. It was the first time she didn't flinch.
"Are you alright?"

She just forced a weak smile and went on to the next table.

He went back the next day and the next and the next. He started going for breakfast every single morning just so he could see her. After the first couple of weeks, she began to smile again. She was laughing and she was enjoying life again.

"Hey." He said with a choked voice.

"Hi." She addressed him sweetly. "How are you?"

"I'm okay."

"How's your wife?"

"She's – I'm not sure." He said sadly. "She still mourns her first husband. How is your – husband?"

"I don't know." She laughed. "He hasn't come home in a while. I'm not sure if he will ever return. He was a wanderer when we were forced to marry, so." She shrugged her shoulders. She didn't seem to mind being married to a man who had abandoned her. Looking at her that day, he knew he had done the right thing and he stopped feeling guilty about it. Bray Wyatt wasn't a man. He was an animal and the world didn't need people like him walking around.

Mya jumped in the middle of the night. Every time she heard a sound she would think it was Bray returning. Then once she realized it was only the wind, she would relax. Life wasn't that bad without Bray around. Every now and then she would see Roman working at the property line. Sometimes she would be working her own fields and he would come and work. When they were that close, it felt like the way it had been years before. Even with the wooden fence standing between them.

She was a woman on her own and some looked at her with pity. But they didn't know how wonderful it really was to be alone. Her freedom meant a lot to her. She often thought about her brother. She wished he was there to enjoy the land with her. That land was like her own private piece of heaven. She was happy. Content and she couldn't think of anything else she wanted. Money couldn't buy her the only things she wished she had. It couldn't buy her Roman. It couldn't make her trust him like she had before and it couldn't … but it could buy her brother.

The next day, she bleached her hair and painted a thick coat of make up over her face. Fixing herself to look like most of the wealthier human women in town. She teased her hair into a high hair do and pinned it back with a pair of expensive combs. She pulled all her money out of the bank and then she bought a ticket. She climbed on a train and headed back to the town Roman had taken her away from a few years before. It was a risk and maybe she was crazy. But Diesel had risked his life for her. He was her brother and she was willing to do the same for him.