WARNING!- This chapter and any involving Shield will almost always have violent imagery content and dark adult themes.

It was impossible to be a badass in a limo, let alone LOOK like one.

Therefor, Seth was thankful for the armored vehicle, THEIR transportation, big and black and shiny, tough like them, even had a small gold shield on the front, perfect and deadly ride.

HE enjoyed the drive but his men on either side of him seemed bored.

Okay so with Romes that was a given, but he expected more enthusiasm from Dean.

'Carsick?' Seth saw the frown and attempted consoling.

'I was wearing a watch.'

'You were.'

'Romes stole my watch.'

'Romes give him back his watch.' Seth sighed, feeling very much like the adult to these large children.

Roman grinned and felt around inside the front of jeans, tugging out something gold and heavy metal, thankfully not any Samoan skin.

'Ew, ewwwww, I canNOT wear this now! It'll smell like your coconuts, Rome-annnn!' Dean whined.

'You know I like to make you pout, my brother.'

Seth wondered if they'd fight, if he'd have to seperate a knockdown dragout, realized he wouldn't, they were only picking at each other.

One by one they napped, in and out of sleep, of dreams both wonderous and chilling.

He was in a library, one that hadn't been used in ages, from the sight of tons of dust and cobwebs or maybe only a few months, seeing as youth these days were far above spending time in a place to read. NOBODY except fossil old people went to a library for anything more than internet usage.

Seth wanted to read, he wasn't sure why but his feet moved him forward.

Empty long table, one lone huge book resting there.

A massive volume of the history of the world's serial killers and mass murderers, ALL the people who'd ever taken a life.

In alphabetical order.

Seth smiled a bit, humming an old tune. He was fascinated by killers, usually jerked off looking at crime scene photos.

A through M, well there was a start.

But M kept flipping back, no matter how often he tried to skim through the entire book.

The face caught his attention and held it, squeezing out its breath like a snake around a mouse.

Moxley, one of the most horrible murderers to ever exist, had killed his parents at single digit age.

Not possible, NOT fucking possible. Seven years old and had killed...

Had stabbed them both...

Seven years old!

the list grew, went on and on, hundreds more as a teen, as an adult, thousands.

Seth found himself panting, licking his lips, hands in his underwear.

This guy Moxley had a familar face, but not exact. Maybe he was a relative of Dean's?

A flash like lightning over his vision, clouding it.

Total darkness.

Now he was staring in at an execution, electric chair.

Saw the smirk of the man being put down, smelled him cooking, burning, sizzling.

Heard him laughing as he grabbed the nearest guard and let him fry right with him.

Smoke filled the room and now...

NOW where was he?

It was terribly hot, hot and black.

Hooves several feet away and a towering bigger than Khali demon rose above his eyes.

Touched a fallen laughing Dean almost twin, smiled.

'You've done well. So good...no, so EVIL I'm giving you another chance, another life to use to take others lives from them, end them.'

A crackle of fire and darkness again.

Images whirled through his mind, preteen pushing his mother down the stairs, running away, living on his own.

blood on his hands, in his heart and he loved it.

Seth shivered despite the warmth of near orgasm, drifted from dream to reality.

Dean was bumped against him, shoulder to shoulder.

Seth barely touched him, soft face with cold lips.

'I want to know more about you, everything, all of it.'