Chapter 7
*I do not own any WWE characters, just my o/cs. Warning* Graphic violence but warranted for the story
Rose could feel her heart racing as she ran down a dirt path surrounded by dandelions. She felt the warmth of the sun slowly fading as the sun slowly dipped below the skyline. She had to hurry, time was running out. She came to a fork in the road and looked all around confused by which path to take. To her horror she saw that the once beautiful, blooming dandelions were dying at an alarming rate. She could see the soft petals withering away as she took precious minutes to contemplate which road to take. Rose could feel her heart pounding frantically as she felt an evil force lurking close by. She had to find Dean, time was running out but which way do I go she thought desperately. One path seemed to go on forever over a hill, another path looked inviting with a rainbow up ahead and cheerful birds chirping happily but the path in front of her disappeared into a dark, sinister looking forest.
She closed her eyes and tried to listen for any noises that may give her a clue to which path to take. Her brown eyes shot up in horror. She could hear Dean calling out for her, he was in trouble and needed her desperately. She shot down the darkened path quickly toward the eerie forest without hesitation. The tress quickly swallowed up all the sunlight leaving nothing but frightening looking shadows in their wake. Rose jumped over a boulder that was in her way, side stepped a striking snake, and only stopped when a very thick spider web blocked her path. Her brown eyes widened at the sheer size of the huge webbing that spanned across the road but the freaky part was that there was nothing holding the spider web in place. No trees or bushes on either side of the dirt road, just a giant spun web blocking her path. She could see little spiders on the webbing praying that there wasn't a bigger spider nearby that actually made the web.
Rose decided to go around the giant web, took a deep breath and carefully walked onto the grass making her way around the web. She kept waiting for some monster to appear and grab her even the ground swallowing her up but she took a deep sigh of relief when she stepped back onto the dirt road encountering no problems with going around the webbing. She looked behind her at the fabric barricade, still confused by what was holding it up and who put it there. Rose turned around and screamed in horror as she saw a giant spider devouring her Dean, his eyes were lifeless and there was no body movement.
Rose shot up in bed with a cry, her heart was pounding, her whole body covered in perspiration, and terror deep inside her heart made her tremble. She could feel her tears flowing freely down her face as strong arms hugged her comfortingly. Her first instinct was to strike out, still caught up in the grips of the nightmare but hearing Dean's soothing words in her ear calmed her down and she hugged him back fiercely. "You're ok!" Her voice was trembling and even though she knew that her nightmare was over, she couldn't believe he was ok and holding her in his strong arms.
"Of course I'm ok! Rosebud you had a dream."
Rose shook her head pulling away to look him in the eyes. She could sense danger nearby, literally turning her blood cold. "We have to get out of here!" Rose didn't explain, she just jumped out of bed and ran for the closet. She needed to find something suitable for them to wear, something sturdy for travel. Thankfully the closet was full of forgotten clothes from previous guests that range in all shapes and sizes. Dean sat there completely at a loss for words. He watched as Rose went through the closet and started throwing clothing out at him piece by piece. A black shirt that looked like he could fit as well as black pants. She threw a pack of underwear out at him thankfully still wrapped up.
Dean wrapped the sheet around him as he got off of the bed just as Rose was walking out with beige pants and a light blue top and beige jean jacket. "I don't like this blue; it's too bright but this beige jacket will cover that up." Rose commented as she placed some clothing at items on the bed. "I should have looked deeper in the closet yesterday, there is a treasure trove of clothes." Rose said as she frowned at him for not being dressed already. "Dean get dressed!" Rose ignored the questioning look in his puzzled blue eyes. She didn't want to explain her fucked up Alice in Wonderland dream to him, he probably would look at her like she was nuts and she didn't want to explain that when she had nightmares like these, something bad was going to happen. She couldn't explain it when she had these crazy dreams that didn't make sense, they very rarely happened but when she did something bad was going to happen.
"That must have been some dream now would you like to tell me what is going on?"
No! She thought trying to look away. "I just think you are right. We need to leave. Something is wrong and we need to leave now."
"Rose what has you so upset? What was in your dream?" Dean was concerned.
"Dean we are wasting time, I will explain later but get dressed, email Roman while I get dressed and grab a few things."
"Rose…"
"Dean please, no time!" Rose hated to sound frantic but it was just too hard, too hard to look at his ruffled messy hair and his concerned blue eyes, and his handsome face and to keep seeing that ugly black spider swallowing him whole. She could still see his blank face in her dream because he was already dead. She couldn't handle that. Last time she had a nightmare, her and Mara were supposed to go to the mall and an earthquake happened later that day. Rose feigned sickness to get out of the shopping trip just to find out later that the roof had collapsed from the Earthquake killing hundreds of people at the mall.
Dean just nodded and picked up the clothes to dress and realized they looked very familiar. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the closet. "Rose, where did you get these?"
"They were in a black suitcase in the very back." Dean went to the closet and looked in the very back finding the black suitcase hidden way in the back. The closet was way bigger than it appeared. He brought out the black bag and threw it on the bed.
Rose looked at the suitcase and then at Dean questioningly. "That's my bag." Dean said realizing they had been set up. The storm may had kept their enemies at bay for a short time but the storm ended a little bit ago which meant they were being hunted and the hunters knew exactly where they were at. Rose's brown eyes realized what he was saying and she covered in her mouth in horror. She had unknowingly led him into a trap. Her mind quickly switched over to protective mode. No time to think about that now, they had to leave. She grabbed her clothes and started throwing them on hastily and Dean followed suit.
Rose didn't want to know how Dean's bag ended up in Mara's guesthouse or how she was involved somehow. Mara had been changing over the last year but she didn't know just how bad it was. She didn't want to think about it now either. She just wanted to get the hell out of here. She was happy when she found some black boots to wear that fit her feet perfectly. She didn't know how much walking they would have to do but at least she was ready.
Rose heard a slight noise and without any notice she felt Dean grabbing her and carrying her toward the closet. He quickly covered her mouth muffling her squeak of protest and he whispered in her ear. "There is someone in the house. Stay here!" Rose watched as Dean backed away sliding clothes in front of her as he made his way out of the closet. He shut the closet door quietly as he went over to his bag. He knew that his high powered assault gun would be gone but he was happy to see that his small caliber shot gun was still in its hidden compartment along with a backup cell phone that he kept off so that the battery wouldn't die.
Dean had just turned around when the door was kicked in and he felt his body flying backward, hitting the wall with a hard thump, the gun flew out of his hand and under the bed. Dean groaned as he felt a punch right to his jaw. Dean slumped over before feeling a boot came forcefully down upon his fragile throat pinning him down to the floor. He placed his hands on the big, black boot trying to let up on the pressure. He could feel it against his windpipe and he knew it didn't take much pressure to break a person's windpipe. Thankfully it seemed that the big, ugly white guy with a blonde crew cut and big muscles seemed more interested in just holding him in place.
"Agent Dean Ambrose, nice to see you again, I'm sure you remember your good friend Brock Lesnar. He was so happy to know that he would get to see you again."
Of course! Dean thought irritably. Rose's father's men were idiots, they would need more expert help and no one was more smart or intelligent than Paul Haymen and no one was more vicious than his mercenary soldier Brock Lesnar. They had a history that went way back. Brock was one of Dean's first missions and he was very close to killing Brock, he had his expert eye right on the fatal shot when he was attacked, he missed and shot Brock in the arm instead of the head which was his aim. To this day Brock was still not happy about being shot but it was a miracle that Dean had been interrupted or he would have been dead. "Hayman, I didn't know you were slumming again." Dean choked out. He could see Brock's angry face glaring down at him.
"Well when the price is right, I just can't resist, especially if it involves our favorite Shield agent. Brock was just jumping at the chance to say hello again."
Dean tried to swallow which was a bit hard with a boot pushing painfully down on his throat. "Oh yeah! He looks like he missed me!"
"It seems you are in a bit of a predictament, young Dean because we both know this is not your area of expertise. You're more of a ghost, you hide in the rafters, on rooftops, or in the trees, you are not the muscle of the group, that would be your brother Roman."
"Well if this big ape would take his foot off of my throat, we would give it a go and see."
Paul just chuckled. "I always love your wit when you get into these jams Mr. Ambrose which happens quite a bit."
"Yeah, my mom always says I hang out with the wrong crowd."
"I bet she does Mr. Ambrose; you should listen to your mother because it is going to break her heart when you finally get yourself killed."
"Well I don't really plan on dying soon."
Paul just chuckled. "I do have to say Mr. Ambrose, I do enjoy your personality a lot more than the rest of the group, your always so witty and clever, your brother on the other hand always looks like he just wants to tear someone apart. Just imagine how bad your mother is going to feel when she has to mourn two sons, because once Brock kills you, Roman will definitely avenge your death which will only get him killed as well. Your poor mother!"
"You shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch Heyman and if you would stop feeding this Neanderthal steroids, he wouldn't be so tough but either way, Roman will always kick his barbaric ass!" Brock growled and Heyman just shook his head disapprovingly.
"Dean, you know what the consequences are for infuriating the beast, he will rip your head off and play football with it. Now I know you don't want to lose your head, now do you?" Heyman laughed.
"Paul, no matter how hard you try, your jokes really sucks ass just like your gorilla boyfriend here!"
Paul just chuckled. "With just a little more pressure to your windpipe Mr. Ambrose, Brock could break your windpipe in half and then you will die an agonizing, torturous death slowly suffocating."
"Will be it couldn't be more torturous then hearing you speak because hearing your voice is pretty agonizing to my ears!"
"You think you are pretty funny Ambrose don't you? It won't be so cute when your pretend family is crying over losing your sorry ass. Brock…"
"NO WAIT PLEASE!" Rose burst out of the closet in a hurry. She saw Dean on the floor with a big, muscled bound jock with an ugly crew cut look up at her sadistically, his foot was holding Dean down. Rose's brown eyes were trained on Dean and she didn't see Paul Heyman grab her arm, she shrieked when she saw the short, balding portly gentleman dressed in a suit smile wickedly. "Well well, who do we have here?" She tried to hit him but he quickly caught her arm and twisted.
"Fuck!" Dean spit out. "Heyman, don't you hurt her, she has nothing to do with this."
"I wouldn't dream of it Mr. Ambrose and Miss if you stop wiggling, I will let you go." Rose stopped just to see if he would and the little evil man did let her go but he stood right beside her menacingly. "Well this is a surprise and who is this beautiful delicate Asian flower?" Paul said as he picked up her hand and planted a chaste kiss on her knuckles as she stared at him in bewilderment.
"I'm Rose!" She stammered unsure what to make of all this but she knew it was not good at all.
"It's Rose Brock, the young woman that all the fuss is about, imagine our good fortune at finding young Rose with Mr. Ambrose."
Brock just smiled looking Rose up and down as if she was on display for his personal viewing. "She's Hot!"
Rose could tell who was the brains of the operation right away. "Could you tell Brock to take his foot off of my boyfriend please?"
Paul just smiled eerily. "How cute! Mr. Ambrose is your boyfriend?"
Rose just nodded unsure what to do. "Well Miss, Brock has a beef with Mr. Ambrose but maybe you could settle things between them." Paul looked over at Brock. "What do you think Brock, would young Rose be able to take care of Mr. Ambrose's debt to you?"
Brock smiled a goofy grin and licked his lips hungrily. "Oh yeah!"
Rose paled, she hoped she was wrong about exactly what he wanted to do to her but they leering look on his face told her exactly what he wanted. "My father would kill you, you can't touch me!" Rose hoped like hell that using her father's name would keep his disgusting attentions far away from her.
Paul smirked. "I don't think you understand why we are really here Miss, if you are no longer alive your father can't do anything to us. Let me put this in terms you can understand, we weren't hired to kill Mr. Ambrose, that is just a bonus for us and gives us a damn good alibi as well, we are here for you."
Rose stood there in shock, she was targeted to be killed, they were here for her, but by who? "Your father will think that Mr. Ambrose has kidnapped you, raped you, and then killed you. We unfortunately weren't able to save you but were able to kill Mr. Ambrose for your murder." Paul laughed at her horror struck face. "We will even get a bonus for killing Mr. Ambrose from your father, double pay day for Brock and I."
Rose tried to make a run for it but Paul Hayman grabbed her by her hair pulling her up against his body, placing a pistol up against her temple. Rose shivered feeling the cold steel pressed up against her temple.
Brock leaned down and grabbed Dean by the shirt pulling him up to his feet as he stared in horror as Paul's arm was wrapped around Rose with a gun to her head. "Heyman, please let her go!" Dean pleaded.
"I can't do that Ambrose; we have been paid in full to do a job."
"I will double it then."
Paul smirked. "I doubt you have that much money Ambrose…"
"$500,000." Dean knew that all Heyman and his lackey cared about was money.
"You have $500,000 Ambrose?"
"$1 million and that's my final offer!" Dean hoped that was good enough, that was all he had in the world but it was worth losing for Rose to be safe.
"How sweet!" Paul looked at the worried Rose. "He must care an awful lot about you but sorry not good enough."
Rose frowned. "Who would pay more than $1 million dollars to have me killed?" Who hates me that much?
Dean knew, the same person that had his bags and knew exactly where they were but why? Mara may be jealous of Rose but this goes way beyond womanly competition. "Heyman listen, I'm sure Rose's father would pay more for my dead body and her safety then killing me just to avenge her murder."
"We've been paid in full Mr. Ambrose, but I find it sweet that you care enough to bargain so in my kindness, I will make sure you die before you hear all the terrible things Brock has intended for Miss Rose. No need to thank me, I am just too nice for my own good." Brock forced Dean over to Heyman who immediately pointed his gun at Dean as Brock grabbed Rose by her throat. She cried out feeling the big, beefy fingers wrapping around her throat.
Dean watched angrily as Brock laughed as Rose tried to kick him but he avoided it laughing at her as well as Rose starting to hit Brock's arms to get him to let go but she was no match for a beast of his size and power. Dean turned toward Paul menacingly, "Stop him now or I will kill both of you!" Dean's eyes were icy and his voice was as cold and as hard as steel.
Haymen just chuckled. "Come on Mr. Ambrose, I know you are smarter than that. I'm the one with the gun and you are in no position to give threats so move your ass Ambrose before your girlfriend sees your brains splattered all over the white curtains. It may ruin their mood."
Dean looked as Brock had Rose by the neck, he leaned in and licked her face. Rose tried to get away but Brock was too strong. She scrunched her face in disgust before letting out a helpless sob. "No Dean!" Rose cried out but Dean made sure to block out his emotions. He had to stay in control of his emotions or they were both doomed. He had given too much away as I was. "Whatever!" Dean said as he turned and walked out the room with Paul right behind him with a gun to his back.
"I have to say Ambrose, I am surprised, your girlfriend is in there getting ready to be mauled to death by a beast and all you can say is whatever."
"Well I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for her so it's whatever but I think you should rethink killing me, I mean, I can do a lot for you."
"We've played this before Ambrose, you turned me down."
"Yeah but you seem more persuasive this time than the other."
Haymen just sneered. "Ambrose, you aren't fooling anyone and your pathetic attempt to distract me is not going to work."
Dean stopped once he made it closer to the kitchen. "It's too bad!" Lightening quick reflexes reached back grabbing the barrel of the gun to the surprise of Haymen. Dean snatched the gun out of Haymen's hands sending the weapon flinging across the floor. Dean punched Haymen in the nose before grabbing him by the head bring his face crashing into his knee as hard as he could before whipping him into the wall with a loud thud. Paul wasn't a fighter in the least, he was a greedy portly man whose bravado came only when in possession of a weapon. Dean was the sniper in the group but all Shield agents were cross trained to deal with any situation that arose.
Dean didn't waste a minute, he quickly crossed the room grabbing Haymen by the head and slamming his temple as hard as he could into the wall before grabbing his neck and twisting it harshly. With a snap, Dean had broken Haymen's neck.
Killing a man had bothered him greatly at the start of his career, afterwards he would drink himself into a stupor trying to forget. They were all bad men, every single one of them but that didn't ease his conscience one bit and he struggled for a while. Roman himself had a hard time as well dealing with his own conscience though he always hid behind his trademark stoic blank expression that never gave away his true feelings on the matter that was until Dean until after one difficult night that Dean tried to drink away every thought every memory he could possibly remember.
Very few things break the hardened Samoan Superman as was his jovially nickname given to him by his comrades but seeing his brother wasting away from his guilt caused Roman to open up about his own insecurities and guilt. The brothers had planned to walk away with whatever was left of their sanity still intact until they had talked with their leader, HHH, he was a smart, ruthless man but driven by the desire for justice. They soon came to realize that they were saving innocent lives by ridding the world of evil. Innocent men, women, and children that were used as pawns or somehow unluckily caught up with bad people that needed help. It all made sense then and they never looked back.
Haymen fell to the floor with a loud thud. Dean wasted no time in retrieving the gun that had landed underneath the coffee table. He tucked it in his pants waistband before going to the kitchen, locating a butcher knife that was in a drawer full of utensils. Dean quickly stalked back to the bedroom where he could hear Rose crying and whimpering. "Quit fucking moving stupid bitch!" Brock growled. "Do you think you're cute, huh! You have three holes bitch, I just need one of them and I don't care which one." Brock laughed happily. Dean had to steel his nerves. He looked into the room and saw Rose lying face down on the bed on the bed trying to get away from Brock who was literally on top of her. The large man covered Rose's much smaller body easily. Brock had Rose's pants half down. Brock's hand was around Rose's throat and she tried to loosen his grip from around her neck which caused Brock to laugh as he forcefully arched her back backwards as he harshly grabbed her bare ass cheeks. Brock then began to pull down his loose sweat pants with much ease since Rose wasn't able to struggle since Brock had lessened her oxygen intake.
What Brock was about to do to his Rose made his blood run cold. He gritted his teeth angrily but kept his control as he stalked his prey silently. His saving grace was that Rose wouldn't be able to see what he was about to do to Brock. He didn't want that memory etched in her mind. Sure he could shoot Brock in the head rather easily. Brock was more concerned with raping Rose that he had blocked out everything around him, even the noises coming from the other room as he had killed Paul Haymen.
Brock laughed as he let go of Rose's throat and she drew in much needed air. Brock tore her shirt roughly grabbing Rose's breasts. "Damn your tits are nice! I bet your little boyfriend hasn't fucked you in your ass yet." Brock snickered. "I'm going to tear your ass up bitch!" Dean could see Brock taking out his monster cock. Rose whimpered as Brock left bruises behind with each painful grab. "Since you're Dean's girlfriend, I am going to fuck you until I can't fuck any longer, then I will rest and fuck you some more." Brock laughed. "No!" Rose gasped out still trying to catch her breath. "Your boyfriend can't help you either because he is dead. I wish I could have killed him myself but fucking his girlfriend is more fun. I just wish he could have watched as I rip your ass up." Brock laughed cruelly as Rose whimpered helplessly. "I bet that ass hole of yours is so small and tight." Brock almost moaned thinking of shoving his cock into the small woman.
Brock didn't hear Dean approaching, his stealth movements gave no indication to Brock or Rose that he was there until Dean grabbed Brock's crew cut pulling his head up and cutting his throat with the sharp butcher knife. Dean took pleasure in hearing the gurgling sound as blood spilled from the wound. He used all of his strength to pull Brock off of Rose. Brock fell to the floor in a bloody heap as he tried to cover his bloody throat. Dean felt like being a little more creative than usual so he grabbed Brock's hard dick and sliced it off as the gurgling noise intensified from Brock's muttered scream. He didn't feel any guilt whatsoever from this kill. Just seeing him all over Rose, what he was going to do to her left him vengeful. Dean bent down to Brock with a sadistic smile and forced Brock's lips open, stuffing the severed penis in his mouth. "Was it as good for you as it was for me lover?" Dean smirked snidely before drilling the knife's sharp blade deep into Brock's skull. Dean could hear the crunching and it gave him some satisfaction as with much effort the blade went straight through Brock's skull. Rose's crying penetrated Dean's deep thoughts and he grabbed a blanket close by, wiped all the blood off on his hands first and then throwing it over Brock's dead body. He didn't want Rose to see what he was capable of and scare her.
Dean went over to Rose and gently picked her up turning her around, her pants were still half way down and ripped. Her shirt and under garments were all ripped up as well. Dean had to force his anger down, he realized he wasn't sadistic enough in killing Brock. Rose feeling hands grabbing her made her scream once again and she started trying to fight the man off. Her terror was evident as Dean tried to calm her down. "Rosebud, it's me!" Dean said softly in her ear but it took a moment for Dean's familiar raspy voice to register. "He's dead, he can't hurt you no more."
Rose's golden brown eyes were full of tears that it took several blinks before she could finally Dean's face. Rose touched Deans cheek. "You're not dead." She sobbed out.
Dean shook his head, "No!"
"But that man is?"
"He will never touch you again." Dean couldn't hide the deep emotion that he felt.
Rose tentatively wrapped her arms around Dean. She could still feel the fear deep in her heart, she was trying to tell herself it was Dean but it was so hard for her brain to listen. Dean held her tenderly as she cried. Dean felt his heart breaking with each tear Rose cried but he kept whispering that he loved her and that she was ok. After Rose finally finished crying and she hiccupped a few times, she pulled away but she couldn't look Dean in the eye. She felt so ashamed, he saw that man all over her, she wasn't sure how he felt about her after that. She hoped that he didn't think she was disgusting. She looked down at her torn clothing and it made her want to cry all over again. She could still feel his hands on her, she could see his finger print indents on her skin causing ugly blue and black marks.
"We need to get you more clothes, sit here, I will get them." Dean got up and first he looked at his own clothing. Thankfully there was no blood on his clothing. He went into the closet and looked around until he found a pair of beige pants and a black shirt and a bra and panty set. He went ahead and grabbed a couple of dresses, a pair of shorts a couple of blouses, and a night gown. He took all the clothing and threw it in his discovered bag. He grabbed some extra clothes for himself before he went over to Rose. He sat down beside her who sat there just staring at the wall. "Rose, we have to get you dressed and get out of here." Rose looked at Dean and saw his worry. Someone was out to kill her and it wouldn't be too long before they realized that the job had failed. Rose nodded as she took the clothes from Dean. He zipped up the bag before heading out the room with the bag so Rose could dress.
Dean knew that Paul Haymen only traveled in style so he walked out onto the porch. He sat the bag down before walking around to the back to see the big black SUV. Perfect! Dean thought excitedly. He tried the doors and they were locked. Dean walked back inside and went over to Paul's dead body. He found the car keys easily in Haymen's pocket, he also decided to take Hayman's wallet so he could look for any clues later but the money could be used to get them some food. Dean looked up as Rose walked out of the bedroom slowly. Dean could see that she seemed still out of it her brain was having a hard time processing everything that had just happened.
Dean walked over to Rose. "Rosebud! We have to go." He hoped he didn't sound insensitive but they had to get going. Rose nodded and he lead her out onto the porch, grabbing the bag and then to the back to the SUV. Dean helped Rose into her seat before throwing his bag in the back and jumping into the driver seat. He cut on his cell phone and tried to wait patiently as it rebooted. He quickly dialed Shield's main number and was relieved when it was quickly answered.
"Man we have been worried sick, what the hell happened to you?" Dean smiled at hearing his good friend and fellow agent Seth Rollins voice. "Rollins, I need to track this vehicle I am in, it's state of the art so you should be able to hack it and get me somewhere safe and then I need you to start digging up any available information you can find on Mara Chun and her husband. Someone wants Rose dead and I have a strong suspicion it's her supposed best friend"
So sorry for the late update but I have been really busy. The plot thickens! Anyways, thanks for everyone reading. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Leave a review or pm me if you would like to. Thanks again!
