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This chapter was inspired by the song "Somebody That I Used To Know".

Now there is a saying I've heard which goes, "sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for, is the one behind the trigger."

On the June 2nd episode of Raw following Payback, The Shield realized exactly how true this saying was, and not one of us saw it coming.

Triple H announced his intention to continue Evolution's feud with The Shield, but Batista quit WWE for a second time, officially ending Evolution's feud with The Shield. Later that night, myself and the guys made our way to the ring. I was standing in between Dean and Roman with Seth to the big man's left, holding a steel chair in his hands; Triple H came down the ramp with Randy. Triple H explained that while Batista had walked out, the Cerebral Assassin always had a "plan B" for destroying The Shield.

Studying the two men standing at the bottom of the ramp, trying to figure out their plan, I never saw the betrayal coming. My head snapped to the left as I heard the distinct sound of a steel chair connecting with a human body. Eyes wide I stared at Seth, the steel chair shaking in his hands as Roman dropped to the canvas.

Behind me Dean, not understanding what was happening took a step towards Seth and was rewarded with a hit to his stomach, then another to his back dropping him to the canvas as well. Seth proceeded to slam the chair onto Dean's back ten more times and once again on Roman's before tossing it out of the ring.

I leaned up against the turnbuckle, not trusting my legs to support me right then. I stared at Seth, my eyes not believing what I was seeing. Seth, my friend, their brother had turned on us. I could understand turning on me, we hadn't known one another that long; but for him to do this to the men he called his "brother's", that was what I couldn't wrap my head around.

I watched Seth move to the corner opposite me and pick up another steel chair that was lying on the canvas. He stalked over to Dean who was trying to rouse himself to his feet. Amid the deafening taunting of the fans yelling "you sold out", Seth tossed the chair down just in front of Dean. With a scowl on his face that I never expected to see towards one of us, he bounced off of the ropes to my left. With a feral vengeance he jumped up and brought his foot down on the back of Dean's head, smashing his former brother's head off of the steel chair with a vicious curb stomp.

I gasped at the violent impact, covering my mouth with my hands. Seth looked around at the crowd, before picking up the chair and walking towards me. I noticed he avoided my eyes at all costs, which I found ironic. He could betray his brother's, but he couldn't look me in the eyes. He climbed out of the ring without so much as a backwards glance at me, and walked over to Triple H. Stopping beside the boss, he stared at the chair in his hands, before holding out the steel chair to the Viper.

I watched Randy take the chair with a sinister smile and start walking to the ring. Shakily I moved to the other turnbuckle, the ropes aiding my path as I didn't fully trust myself to make it on my own. I slid down to the canvas, pulling my knees up to my chest as Randy climbed into the ring.

Standing over Roman, Randy brought the chair down onto his back with a force that shocked me. Five times I heard the steel echo in the arena as it met Roman's back. I wanted to help my friend's, but I couldn't make myself move. For the first time in my career, I was frozen, not by fear, but by shock.

Randy shoved Roman over onto his back, then slammed the back of the chair down into the big man's stomach three times in rapid succession. He then drug Roman over onto his stomach again, before bringing the chair down in a vicious hard blow that had Roman lurching up off of the canvas in pain. Once again Randy rolled Roman over, this time unzipping the protective vest that Roman wore to protect him, then after turning him over Randy ripped the vest and tank top from Roman's body.

I looked up to find Triple H and Seth climbing into the ring, I locked eyes with Triple H, seeing the maniacal look in his eyes I felt my self preservation instinct kick in and I quickly rolled myself out of the ring. Leaning on the ring steps I watched in horror as the three men surrounded my brother's. Randy picked Roman up, supporting his weight as Roman could barely hold himself up and gave him an RKO onto the chair.

As Triple H and Seth walked up and stood beside Randy, I gingerly made my way around the outside of the ring to where Roman was lying. Standing beside him I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know I was there. My eyes lifted to the men standing in the ring before me, watching as Seth looked almost desperately to Triple H before locking his eyes with mine. After being around Rollins for nearly two years, closely for five months, I could read him like the pages in a book. As I stared into his eyes I saw the desperation and hurt shining through them. Desperation for us to understand that he had no choice, and hurt because of what he had no choice but to do. That coupled with a massive amount of guilt, if there ever was a look of pure heartbreak, Seth's face that night was it.

I felt his pain, but the longer I stared into his eyes, the angrier I became; at him, at Hunter, at the entire WWE. Friendships and relationships were hard to come by in our business, so if you found one worth while, you had to fight for it. This company had not only ended some of the best friendships I had ever had, but I lost the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, all because of a damn storyline. After that I vowed that I would never again let this company take anyone away from me again.

And yet here I stood, staring into the eyes of the man I was surely falling for, after he had betrayed the two men he called his brother's.

As RAW went off the air Seth finally broke eye contact with me as he followed Triple H and Randy out of the ring. At that moment my anger outweighed my self preservation, I ran and grabbed a mic from Lillian and rolled into the ring.

"Rollins!" I screamed, my voice booming through the arena.

Triple H and Randy both stopped and turned to look at me, but Seth refused to turn around.

"Rollins!" I screamed again. "Look at me, you sonofabitch!"

The crowd cheered at my curse, but it worked, Seth slowly turned around his eyes meeting mine. I could see the pleading tone in his face, he was begging me to understand, and maybe some day I would, but right now I was pissed off.

"We're not done here. Get your ass back in this ring."

I knew no part of him wanted to come back down to the ring, but I also knew that he would stick to his character. So despite Colby Lopez's wishes, Seth Rollins walked back down the ramp and climbed into the ring standing face-to-face with me.

We stood there nearly nose-to-nose, or rather my nose to his chest due to my height, before I took a few steps back. Thinking I was retreating the crowd booed, but they soon gasped as I kicked the steel chair at my feet over to Seth. "You forgot one."

Seth hesitantly glanced down at the chair, so I motioned to it with my hand. "Go on. Pick it up."

Bending down Seth retrieved the chair, holding it tightly in the grip of his right hand. I nodded for him to hit me, I knew he didn't want to, but in this business you don't get to play favorites. We were a team, if one fell, we all fell.

He made no move to lift the chair, his eyes pleading with me to let this go. I shook my head as I raised the mic to my lips. "What's the matter Seth? Lose your nerve already?" I paused before a scoff left my throat, "Oh, I get it. You can't face me, can you?" I nodded before I turned around putting my back to him. "Here. This should make it easy for you, right?" I tossed the mic to the canvas as I held out my arms to my side, leaving myself vulnerable to attack.

I tried desperately to will him to hit me, he had to do it, I needed him to do it. I needed it to happen, so that I could justify my feelings and thoughts. The Shield was done, once again I had lost someone that I cared for and things would never be the same between us again. There was no going back. If he hit me it would prove to me that he truly was a lost cause, that he had let the power of the Authority go to his head, and there was no bringing him back. I could walk away without a look back, not spend my days wondering what could have been.

But there was no hit that came, no steel biting into my flesh, no smack echoing around the building. I heard the chair hit the canvas behind me and I lightly shook my head. "Coward." I whispered, knowing he would be the only one to hear it, and he did as I felt him momentarily pause in his steps.

"I'm sorry."

If I hadn't been blocking out the roar of the crowd I never would have heard his whispered words, and in that moment, I wish I hadn't heard them. I felt the tears build in my eyes, within seconds they were cascading down my cheeks like small rivers. I dropped to my knees in between Dean and Roman who had still yet to rise from the canvas.

Seth climbed out of the ring much to the displease of Triple H and Randy, their scowls told him that he should've hit her. But no matter what anyone thought of him, or how much he had hurt his brother's, he could never do that to her. Never her.

As he walked up the ramp his eyes lifted to the titan-tron which was showing the ring. When his eyes saw the scene he was walking away from, he wished he had never looked. There in the ring laid his brother's, the two men he had entered the company with, had fought side-by-side with for nearly three years, decimated by his own hand. But what clenched his heart was the devastated look on Siren's face, her tears falling freely, her mascara leaving small black trails down her porcelain cheeks. It was in that moment that he had second thoughts about what he had done. But there was no going back now.

As he came through the black curtain into the backstage area, he could see several other superstars milling around. By the looks of hatred on their faces they had seen what he had done. Even though storylines like this happened all the time, there was still a good amount of animosity towards the perpetrator.

Seth flinched as Triple H clapped him on the back, "Hell of a job kid. You put on one hell of a convincing act out there."

"Yeah, maybe too convincing." Seth mumbled as he glanced around at all of the angry faces surrounding him.

Hunter shook his head, laying his arm around Seth's shoulders. "Hey, shit like this happens all the time. We've all been there. Factions never last forever, eventually they all disband and go their own separate ways. It'll blow over. Give it time."

"They'll never forgive me." Seth said nodding towards the monitor that showed a beat up Roman and Dean being helped to the back by trainers and Siren.

"Hey, look at me. I broke my best friend's back, put him in a wheelchair. To this day, he's still my best friend. This is our job, it ain't personal unless you make it. Give 'em time, you four will be fine."

Seth nodded as Hunter and Randy took their leave, he stepped back into the shadows as Roman and Dean came through the curtain, both leaning heavily on the trainers as they were lead toward the medical room.

"Siren." Seth called to his friend as he stepped out of the shadows to face her.

He heard her sigh slightly before she turned to face him, her eyes bloodshot and ringed with black from her mascara. "I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice."

"We all have a choice Colby." She said after making sure there were no cameras around filming them. "You made yours."

"This was never gonna last forever, Tash. I want to be champion…"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, I've been here long enough to know how things work. I have seen factions come and go, but not all of them were able to still be friends back here. I'm sure Hunter told you about turning on Shawn, breaking his back. Did he tell you how long it took Shawn to forgive him? Did he tell you that Shawn never allowed him to come visit him in the hospital. This is our job, we all know that, and we do what we have to, to keep it. But there comes a time Colby, when you have to ask yourself, what are you losing on your rise to the top? When you reach the top of the mountain, you might find it's kinda lonely up there."

She turned to leave, but Colby's hand caught hers causing her to pause and turn back to face him. He looked at her with pure hope shining in his eyes. "Will you guys ever forgive me?"

Tasha sighed, squeezing his hand that held hers. "There's nothing to forgive, Colby. When it all comes down to it, this is our job. We do as we're told. But if you need to hear it, then I forgive you. They will too. But it won't be soon. You really hurt them, and I don't mean physically. Bruises heal, but broken trust, is not so easily earned back. Every thing will work out."

She leaned up and laid a light kiss on his cheek. "Give it time."

Colby knew she was right, but as he watched her form disappear from his sight, he felt a pang of sadness and fear course through him. At that moment, he knew time was not on his side. The longer she spent away from him, the more sure he was that she would never come back. He couldn't let that happen. He had fallen for her. Somewhere between their late night talks and endless road trips, she had broken down the wall he had around his heart. Now he just had to find a way to tell her how he felt, and hope she felt the same.

Tasha sat in the trainer's room watching the medics check Joe and Jon. She understood why Colby had done what he had, going solo was inevitable in their business. During her tenure with the WWE she had managed several factions. She had watched teams come and go, but never had she seen a group of men that were so close. When they referred to themselves as brothers, they weren't just saying that. The only way they could've been closer, is if they were born with the same blood. They had fought together, bled together, traveled together, they were family in every sense of the word.

Then Siren came along, and despite their apprehension at first, they welcomed her into their faction and eventually their families. The four of them had roomed together, been apart of one another's families, stayed with one another on the road, as well as spending the holidays together.

Never had any of them ever thought that their bond would be broken, and by the man that was responsible for bringing them together.

But it had ended.

And now they all had to figure out what to do next.

As for Tasha, she now had to make one of the hardest decisions in life. Whether to walk away, or to try harder.