At last, the final chapter! This went on way longer than I expected it go on, but I think it turned out ok :)

Thank you so much to all the people who reviewed or even read this admittedly long winded story, I really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Not bad for a first attempt at a fic, eh? XD And there will be a sequel, but i'm not sure when yet ;)

Before we continue on, just a quick warning. This chapter has mentions of rape and rape aftermath. If anyone thinks they might be triggered by this, please don't read it. I don't want anyone harmed by this, its meant for entertainment only.

That being said, enjoy! XD

Seth was huddled in the darkness, head on his knees. It was so dark, and so cold, the numbness creeping up his cold figure "Am I dead?" he thought, shivering. Only wearing the vest and his jeans, there was no barrier from the cold that was seeping into him. Huddled in the dark "Did he kill me?" he thought, remembering Jake desperately yelling at him to stay awake, the lights flashing by overhead as he carried him, cold eyes flashing in a split second of pity, than nothing, until…. He was here. "Where am I?" Raising his head "What do I do now?" he thought, looking around. It was completely black in all directions, no light at all. Or sound. Climbing slowly to his feet, arms outstretched for any surface, he moved forward. Listening "Hello?" he called, his voice echoing. No answer, just rebounding echo's mocking him over and over. Biting his lip, foreboding pricking up his spine "Did that giant kill me?" he thought, scared. He didn't feel dead. If he was dead, wouldn't he be just gone? Not trapped in blackness with no way out? "I can't be dead! I can't leave Dean and Ro to fight The Authority without me! Jake can't lose another brother!" Swallowing "Hello?" he yelled again, louder, but no response except for echoes "Roman? Dean? Jake?!" he yelled, starting to panic. A quiet scuff to his right and he whirled.

Unable to see anything, his heart pounded and his other senses exploded. Listening as hard as he could, he backed away from the noise. "W-who's there?" he called, nervous "They would have answered me!" he thought. A louder, closer footstep and he flinched back. "Who the fuck is there?" he yelled, scared. "Gotcha Rollins" his smug voice chuckled, the echoes magnifying the deep rumble over and over, battering his mind. Seth flinched and backed up, shaking his head "No! No you aren't real!" he cried, stumbling back. "No! It can't be him! It can't! I don't even know where I am, he can't be here!" he thought, hands over his ears. He laughed, the echo's rebounding, pounding his head with the mocking sound over and over, even through his hands "Run all you want, Rollins! You can't escape us in here! We own you, and soon all of your pathetic pack will be ours too!" he called as Seth turned and ran, his voice echoing. Sensing something and skidding to a halt, he listened, scared. "Hey, Seth" Steph's deceptively calm voice cooed from somewhere in front of him, footsteps stepping closer. "You aren't r-real!" he stammered, backing up again as she tapped closer. Between the two of them, she scared him the most.

Hunter could and would just kick his ass, but Steph was the one who waited, learned your weaknesses and then fucked with your head so much she made you wish you were dead! Remembering life under them "I can't go through that again!" he thought, fear clogging his mind "Wanna bet?" she cackled, he could feel her reaching out- Seth flinched back, turning and running. "You can't escape us, Seth! We're in your head and we're not leaving!" she crowed, following "And we're not the only ones in here!" Seth, panicked and terrified ran, not paying attention to where he was going, not that it mattered, the crushing darkness bearing down on him from every direction. Keeping his arms outstretched in front of him, he ignored the chilling yells of his name and the psychotic laughter. Horror crawling up his spine, he ran faster and faster, terror hiking up until he was panting hard, sweat stinging his eyes, heart jackhammering in his chest- Suddenly swerving, Seth ran another minute and threw himself to the ground "Please work!" he thought, his hammering heart deafening him.

Forcing his breathing to slow and quieten, he listened. "Fuck, fuck!" he thought, curling up, the footsteps getting louder and louder "Seeeeetthhh" Steph hissed, the hairs springing up the back of his neck. Closer and closer- they passed him, what sounded like a centimetre clearance on each side! Resting his head on his knees, he swallowed a sigh of relief, the footsteps fading. Sliding to his knees, he darted the other way, making sure his feet didn't echo "If I can find my way out, I can get to Roman, Jake and Dean!" he thought, desperate for them. Running for what felt like hours, his hope of escaping was dwindling, his legs cramping from keeping the echoes to a minimum "There has to be a way out!" he thought, glancing around at nothing but black. He stopped, eyes fixed on a pinprick of light. No, what looked like a line of light, cutting across the darkness! It looked far away, but it was light! It could be a way out!

Abruptly changing direction, he ran for it, praying he wouldn't hear footsteps behind him again "Please, please, please!" he begged, the light getting stronger and stronger the longer he ran. "It looks like a wall" he thought, the wall of light stretching for as far as he could see in both directions. Desperate to get out of the darkness, he ran for where the dark ended and the light began "I need to get there!" he thought, a tugging in his chest pulling him in, stronger the closer he got. Squinting, a hand held up to protect his eyes from the near blinding light after the darkness -"Oooffff!" he wheezed, slamming back onto his ass, dazed, his head throbbing from connecting with something solid "What the hell?!" he whined, blinking. Clutching his head, he stared up, mouth open. "It's a boundary" he realised. Right in front of him was where the darkness ended and light stretched out in front of him, the tugging in his chest almost painful now. Quickly standing up, he moved forward, arm outstretched. He cursed, his fingers meeting something cool and smooth, what looked like glass. Slamming his fist on it, he cursed "I'm so close!" he thought, frustrated.

Looking up and down the wall, it was smooth as far as he could see, no exits or entrances. Kicking eth wall in frustration, something moved beyond the wall "What the –" he thought, mouth open. His eyes widened, looking beyond the barrier. A huge, sprawling hall, cavernous cracks running across the floor, climbing the walls and streaking across the ceiling. A battered ring stood in the middle, ropes frayed and torn, the mat ripped and stained and collapsed on one side. "What is that?" he thought, confused. All around the ring were barriers and chairs, scattered everywhere as if a hurricane had ripped through the place. Flyers, trash and mould layered the floor, puddles of murky looking water here and there from the leaking ceiling. Two figures, their backs to him were in the middle of it, leaning in the un-collapsed portion of the ring apron. One tall, impressively muscular and an intricate sleeve tattoo, the other tall, lean and scruffy looking.

Breath hitching, he immediately recognised them "Ro and Dean!" he thought, the pulling in his chest urgent and painful. "They're ok!" he thought, the relief welling up. Dean was leaning slightly on Ro, like he does every time he was nervous or unsure, hand buried in his collarbone "Roman must have got him out!" he thought, wiping happy tears "He's safe!" As he watched, Roman's head tilted, listening to the Lunatic. Dean pointed they began to move off, Seth's eyes widened and his heart ratcheting up "No! They can't leave me here!" he thought, throat clogged with rising panic "Guys!" he yelled, hands flat on the glass. They couldn't hear him, both getting further and further away every second "Ro! Dean!" he yelled louder, knocking on the glass now. Nothing! He felt the panic rise up his throat, they couldn't hear him! "No! Roman! Dean! Don't go!" ignoring the loud echoes he was creating. He hammered harder, frantic "Don't leave me here! Please!" Slamming his fists off the glass now "Ro! Dean! Please! Help me!" he cried, hearing rapid footsteps.

Hunter and Steph had found him! "Shit! I shouldn't have yelled!" he thought, terrified "Ro! Dean!" he yelled again, glancing over his shoulder at the darkness at his back, dreading the hulking shape of Hunter appearing "They're coming!" Nearly faint from fear, the echoes from their approaching feet sounding like an army was about to descend on him, he saw Dean glance over his shoulder and meet his eyes. They widened in shock "Dean!" he yelled, the footsteps closer than ever now! Seth saw his mouth yell his name, Roman turn in shock and they both ran for him "They see me! They see me!" he thought in relief, relief roaring through him. Dean and Roman were speaking, their mouths moving, but Seth couldn't hear them "I can't hear you!" he signed, wiping the blood and tears off his face "Are you ok?!" Roman signed, fingers fumbling in his hurry to get the question out. Seth nodded, smiling at them, small smiles being returned – "Rollins!" Hunter's deep bellow rang out, so close to him now.

Whipping around and stepping forward, Seth tried to dodge-but the massive shoulder rammed into his gut, driving him back and into the wall with an echoing slam that competed with the echoes of his cry of pain and surprise "You're mine now Rollins!" he snarled, already back on his feet. Seth was curled up, struggling not to vomit-A hand seized his hair, dragged him up and smacked him off the wall "Say goodbye to them, Rollins. This is the last time you'll ever see them!" he laughed, pinning his head to the glass with one massive hand. Seth opened his eyes "Seth! Fight!" Deans frantic fingers spelled out, eyes wide and desperate. Roman was desperately trying to break through the wall- A nasally cackle sounded and Seth paused, unnerved. "You can come out now" Hunter called, laughing at his confusion. He threw Seth down and smirked at him. Seth watched the darkness in nervous trepidation, recognising that sound, he had made it on many occasions himself! A figure slowly appeared. "That's me!" he thought, mouth open.

It was him, but not him "What the fuck?!" he cried out, unnerved, stepping back as the figure approached. He was perfectly groomed, beard trimmed immaculately, skin tight leather pants, shirt and boots that Seth recognised. Remnants of a blond streak clung to the tips of his hair, water dripping off the ends. The WWE World Heavyweight Championship proudly resting on one shoulder, the United States Championship glinting around his waist. Seth slid back, cold brown eyes focused on him, narrowing slightly. An air of arrogance and superiority dripped off the Other- Seth, the cruel glint in his eyes warning him to keep his guard up and never, under any circumstances, turn your back to him. Untrustworthy, a snake in the grass. "Did I really look like that?" he thought, unnerved. The other-Seth pinned him with his gaze, assessing. He snorted, expression going flat and emotionless. The gaze of a predator sensing easy prey "You're the one who wants to go back out there?!" he sneered, his voice like a whip shot.

"It's another me" he thought stunned, the sound of his voice, his own voice, coming from the mouth of himself, but not him, scrambling his thinking. Seth's head ached "Go out where?" he asked warily, not underestimating himself for a second! He laughed, a sarcastic, nasty sound and Seth flinched. His other self looked out at Roman and Dean, that cruel smirk growing in size "Ah, my former business partners!" he cried out, arms out in welcome. Both of them were staring at the Authority Seth in shock. Other him flashed a couple of hand gestures and Dean flung himself at the glass, hammering on it with his fists, face a mask of rage. He laughed, crossing his arms and enjoying the sight of the raging Lunatic on the other side of the glass "Not too bright, is he?" he remarked, waving and winking at an enraged Roman as he dragged Dean back "Then again, neither of them were" he said chuckling. "Who the fuck are you?" Seth blurted, shell shocked at the appearance of someone who looked exactly like him and sounded exactly like him "The only difference is the blond streak" he thought, fascinated.

Other-him studied him, contempt clear on his face "I'm you. The better part of you, that is" Seth scoffed, recognising the man for what he was. An imposter, nothing good left in him except for the hate, ego and superiority the Authority had tried to install in him and had apparently drilled into this copy. Crossing his arms defensively "Yeah right" he snapped, sidling closer to Ro and Dean "I won't ask again. Who the fuck are you?!" he spat, glaring at him now "And where the fuck am I?!" Other- him snorted "You don't realise where we are?" he said condescendingly, straightening his shirt over the US belt carefully. Seth alarm bells rang, seeing the familiar movement "And here I thought you were supposed to be intelligent" he muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. Seth ignored that, and he wasn't fooled. He had played that trick himself, pretending he wasn't interested, but really he was watching every movement, every flash of emotion and every shift in body language. It was a good way to read an opponent, when they thought you weren't looking. They revealed weaknesses, ones he could exploit.

"He really is me" he thought unnerved. Seth shrugged, refusing to be baited into his mind games. Seeing he wasn't fooled, Other-Seth straightened, annoyed his ruse had failed "We're in a coma, dipshit" he spat out. Seth stared at him, shocked "Coma?" he repeated stupidly "I'm not dead?!" he thought, hope flaring. He gestured at the darkness "We're in the subconscious part of our mind and that-" he pointed out to the light, past Ro and Dean to the ring "-is the conscious part of our mind" he explained slowly, clearly patronising him. Seth flushed and grit his teeth, but refused to give him any reaction he could use "Am I really in a coma? And trapped in my subconscious with him?" he thought, unnerved. Suddenly very aware, he scanned the darkness around him "And where's Hunter and Steph?!" Other-him stepped closer, Seth shrank back, his double looming over him "And only one of us can get there" he hissed "And it's gonna be me!"

His hand was suddenly buried in his throat, dragging him forward and throwing him into a snap suplex, his back, neck and head slamming into the unforgiving floor with a thud "Shit! I should have seen that coming!" he thought. Seth cried out, rolling onto his side, the muted, panicked thumps of his brothers hammering on the wall. Curling into a ball, a foot buried in his gut, he gasped "Look at you! You're not The Man anymore! It's me! It's my turn!" he spat "Like fucking hell it is!" he thought, pissed, brain snapping out of its shock, the jabbing pain from his boot slicing through the shocked fog. Seth caught the foot, aimed for his head this time, understanding flooding him "He must be the part of me that took Hunters deal, and did everything in the last two years!" Seth glared up at himself, hatred flooding his being "You had your fucking turn, you asshole! And look what you did!" he yelled back, twisting it, hard "You cost us our brothers, you fucking asshole!" he screamed "They had our back against everything! They would have died for us, and I would have died for them!" Other –him hissed, stamping on his hand with the other foot. Seth tightened his grip, jerking the ankle harder and harder to the side, Other-him howled in pain "How fucking dare you destroy that?! We had fucking everything!" Another stomp and Seth let go, flexing his fingers, not taking his eyes off his double for a second "I did what was necessary to be the best! And I was! I was the king! Then you showed back up! You and your fucking feelings threw me back in here!" he yelled, lunging for him "You're not going to get rid of me that easily this time!" Seth flinched back, the gloved hands wrenching him up "I'm too talented to be held down by a Lunatic and a savage!" he spat, flinging Seth against the glass wall.

He cried out, pain spiking in the left side of his body "We could be the WWE World Heavyweight Champions, the top of this fucking company, but you're falling back into their trap, you fucking moron!" he yelled, flipping him around and shaking him. Seth gasped in pain, the fingers sinking into his upper arms. The Other-Seth grabbed his face "The Authority is our ticket to anything we want! They can give us money, fame, power, everything we need! Just do as they say and we'll be the kings of this fucking company!" Seth stared at him, pity for the twisted version of himself "What the hell happened to me?" he thought, saddened "Can they give us brothers who had our back, no matter what happens? Friends who didn't care how much we were earning, how popular we were or what we could get them? Can they give us the man I thought we loved?!" Seth spat back. Other-Seth rolled his eyes, scoffing in derision "Fucking look at me, asshole! And what about the people we called friends? The careers they'll ruin? The lives they'll end? They nearly killed Dean!" he yelled, struggling in his grip.

Other-him shrugged, that cruel smirk appearing again "Not my problem. If they're crippled or killed, they must have done something wrong, they weren't good enough or they probably deserved it" he said casually. Seth stared at him in shock, mouth open "I was like this?!" he thought "I really thought they deserved to killed or crippled because The Authority thought they deserved it?!" Swallowing back the bile "And Dean?" he managed to get out, seeing Ro and Dean slamming their shoulders into the glass now "They won't break it" he thought "I'm on my own" Other- him chuckled "Like I said, without me, he'll be dead in a ditch in a week! He isn't on my level, neither is Reigns! Both of them were dead weight and they needed to be cut down. In my opinion, the world would be a better place without them!" he snarled, the venom and hatred shocking Seth "I was like this? This hateful? This twisted?!" he thought, shocked "You really hate them that much?" he asked softly, looking for any chink in his armour "Enough to stand by while The Authority kills, cripples or enslaves them?"

Seth watched him carefully, scanning his face for any flicker of doubt, guilt or compassion, anything he could use "They were our tag team partners, our brothers. We shared rooms, ate together, traveled the world together for two years. Hell, we even managed to nearly fall in love with Dean towards the end! And I know we have a crush on Roman! That can't mean nothing to you!" he cried "If he is a part of me, he experienced all that too!" he thought. Other-him studied him back, eyes blank "Please, let him remember! We can both get out of here!" he thought, hopeful. His hopes were dashed when his other self smiled. A shark's smile. Empty of compassion, mercy and empathy. They were cold, calculating and bottomless. Seth could feel himself slipping into them, the dark pools drawing him in. He could feel his will being stripped away, his resistance beginning to crack, his very soul being consumed.

It hurt, oh god, it hurt! Like something precious was being irreparably ripped from deep within him by the roots! He couldn't fight, couldn't move -Thumps on his left dragged him back. Glancing over, chest heaving, blinking in confusion and met blue "Seth! Fight!" Dean's frantic fingers begged him, eyes huge and scared, hands bloody from smashing on the glass. His eyes met silver "You can beat him! Just fight!" Roman signed, face pale, eyes red rimmed. He was holding his wrist close to him with a bloodied hand, injured "Fight? How?" he thought blearily "He's me, he knows everything I can throw at him!" Cruel fingers dragged his face way, winking at the two men "I don't care about them or you" Other-him whispered, hand shoving him up the glass by his neck "In fact, as soon as I dispose of you and take my rightful place on the outside, the first thing I'll do is take care of them" he hissed, ignoring Seth's frantic clawing at his arm and the pounding and frantic cries from the other side "I'll make sure those two don't interfere in my plans again" he whispered and Seth stiffened, despite the lack of air "Hes going after Ro and Dean?!" he thought, kicking harder. Other Seth dropped him. Seth coughed, gasping.

His double crouched "I know exactly how to destroy them, too" he said softly, the sadistic glee staining his voice. Gesturing down at him "Pretend I'm this soft, weak, pathetic, shameful version of the real me and get them to trust me again. I've seen the way Ambrose looks at you" he sneered in disgust. Seth looked up in surprise "He knows?!" he thought, surprised "Yeah, I'm you moron. I know everything you do and feel" he spat in derision "I mean, you could have had anyone and you chose him? Really?!" he snarled "A gutter rat and his pet savage? You could do better, Rollins" He snorted, a hand twining in his hair "Once I get out, I will. Hunter seems like more my type anyway. Bet he fucks like a champ. You would know, right?" he laughed, backhanding him. Seth flinched so violently he fell back into the wall, memories he had successfully buried roaring to the surface, Hunters heavy weight on his back, searing pain, his own screams of pain- clutching his head

"Stop it!" he screamed, struggling to get the memories locked away, it was the only way he had survived, by pretending it hadn't happened. He had nearly convinced himself he had imagined it, but the memory of Hunters hot breath and the bloody bites where no one could see them, bruises and on occasion, torn insides decorating his body after had been all too real. Other-him laughed, a grating, abrasive sound "I'm gonna make sure Ambrose falls in love with me, Seth" he smirked, smug, eyes glittering in delight. Seth's head jerked up "No! You can't do that!" he cried, scrambling to his feet "The first time nearly destroyed him, he can't go through that again!" he thought, terrified "It'll kill him!" He couldn't see that look of dawning horror and heartbreak on his face again! He'd rather die! Seth dove at him, the nauseous fear making him weak "Then" his double continued, a cruel hand wrenching his neck back and shoving him back down, continuing as if nothing had happened

"Once he's mine, and once I've tried out that ass a couple of times, I'll sell him onto Hunter for the Championship. And just before I do, I'll tell him how much you loved having Hunter pin you down and make you scream until your throat fucking bled!" he hissed, forcing Seth to look at him. He met the cruel brown eyes, his own mind throwing up shattering memories "N-no! Y-you c-cant!" he stuttered, one hand on the hand locked into his shirt. Shaking his head in horror at the sickening image, of himself, handing Dean back to Hunter with a smile on his face, Dean yelling for him and Roman, Dean knowing what Hunter did to him, that he was headed for the same fate- "Reigns, I'm gonna make him watch as I tear Ambrose to pieces" he said, a smirk on his face "Maybe me and Hunter will tag team his ass in front of Reigns, I gotta admit, I love the idea!" he chuckled.

Seth snarled up at him, refusing to let that image appear "Then, once Ambrose is out of my hair, it'll be Reigns' turn. He'll be my bitch by the time I'm finished, then I'll sell him on for another title and there's nothing you or Ambrose will be able to do to stop me!" he snarled, striking Seth across the face and slamming him into the glass wall, right in front of Ro and Dean "No, nononono, that can't happen! It can't!" Meeting their frantic eyes again, it registered "He's going to sell Ro and Dean to Hunter!" he thought in horror "He's planning on raping and selling them for a fucking title!" Rage rose from the pit of his stomach, and burst through his entire being, his body being consumed by a fire that demanded that he take him down and down hard! "I won't fucking let him! I won't let him do that to them!" he thought, beyond furious "He said only one of us can leave here and it will be me! He wont touch them ever again!" he thought, locking eyes with Roman and Dean.

It wasn't just him he was fighting for anymore, he was fighting for his brothers, for Dean and Ro, who had taken him back like he had never left! Seth didn't know if he had given his life for them, and he honestly didn't care "If I do die, this is one last thing I can do for them" he thought "I can make sure he doesn't get out. He can't!" Seth clenched his fists and grit his teeth. "If he does, they'll be slaves" he thought, using that sickening, infuriating image to fuel the tornado within him. Dean smirked "Go get him, Champ" he signed, eyes alight with glee "Kick his ass, bro" from Roman, eyes laughing and Seth smiled. Red hot licked at the edges of his mind, threatening to plunge him into a madness he could hear whispering to him "You're not gonna touch him or Roman!" he snarled, breaking eye contact and flinging his twisted, demented self off with a kick to his knee. The surgically repaired one. Seth turned, focused on the betrayer, blood boiling in his veins, setting his organs aflame with an anger that could only be sated with his or his other self's utter destruction

"I'll fucking kill you before you do!" he screamed, flinging himself at his gasping opponent. He bowled them both over, Seth laying furious blow after furious blow on the curled up man. Twisting, hands buried in his hair, Seth sank his teeth deep into the hand, clamping down. Hunter howled, blood immediately flowing. Tangling his legs with Hunters, Seth dragged him down, released his hand, rolled and slammed his fist down once, twice, three times- A boot crashed into his midsection, pain radiating out- Seth yelped and rolled off, arms wrapped tight around himself. Quickly forcing himself to his feet, Seth glared at them. They glared back and rushed him- Seth dodged a huge fist, but a foot caught him on the head. Crashing back down, he groaned, frantic thumps muted "Nice try, dumbass" his voice chuckled, a shadow above him. Seth blinked, then surged up, latching onto his copy and locking in a sleeper. "Hey! Get off!" he wheezed, yanking and punching. Seth tightened his hold "Hunter! Get him off me!" he yelled, muffled. A sigh and Seth released him, Hunters massive fist connecting with Other-him's jaw with a sickening crack.

Seth laughed breathlessly, his copy crumpling. "Thanks Hunter. Saves me kicking his ass" he laughed. Hunter bellowed and charged towards him. Seth waited, forcing himself to hold still, then sprang to his feet and delivered a Superkick and didn't pull it. Hunters head snapped back and he crashed to the floor. Shocks ran up and down Seth's leg, muscles cramping. Wincing, he fell back into the wall, keeping a wary eye on the two men. "I did it!" he thought, surprised. It had been too easy! "Maybe they underestimated me? Or they thought I was too injured to fight back?" Seth slid down the wall, panting and hacking up what looked like blood. Spitting it out "That can't be good" he thought wearily, eyes fixed on his double and the prone form of Hunter. They weren't moving. Dragging himself up with the help of the wall at his back, he coughed. Keeping a wary eye out for Steph, Seth turned back "Are you ok?!" Dean was frantically signing. Seth nodded, resting his head on the glass. He wanted them, so bad. Dean's nonsensical, rambling stories that he suspected only made an appearance when he was sick, hurting or just pissed. Romans steadfast loyalty, his ability to calm both him and Dean with just a touch of his hand.

The safety he felt with both of them at his back, someone who would help him, no matter what. Swallowing heavily, he looked up "It's not just him in here" he signed, watching the darkness around him warily. Their eyes widened "Steph is in here too. I don't know where she is!" Roman held back Dean, who looked ready to charge the wall again "Can you get out of there?!" he asked urgently. Seth shook his head "No. But you can" he replied and both stared at him. Dean was shaking his head and Seth saw his mouth move, eyes furious. Roman was shaking his head. Angrily swiping away the unwanted tears "Roman, take Dean and go! Now!" he signed, urgent. He could hear her! Looking over his shoulder "Find me on the outside, I'm not dead yet!" he signed, fingers moving fast. Roman shook his head again, grey eyes hard and unmoving "We can help you!" he replied. Seth frowned "No, you can't. This is my fight, not yours. Either I beat him or I'll take us both down. I won't let him back out. I can't!" he signed, feeling the heated stare on the back of his neck.

Placing his palms against the glass, he smiled, their hands against the other side. Not caring that Hunter was back up and behind him now, he stared at them. "This is all for them" he thought, finally acknowledging how stunningly handsome they both were. Dean, scruffy blond hair, ocean blue eyes, lean and strong. Roman, powerful, jet black hair, warm silver eyes, and that tattoo that gave him bad ideas encircling his arm. Both with their heads on the glass, hands against his "Whatever happens, I'll remember them like this" he thought, the huge hand latching onto the back of his neck "I won't let them become slaves to The Authority. They'll have to kill me. I die, he dies" he thought, determined to win, any way possible, even if he died. The hand tightened, Seth fought it, of course, but kept his eyes on his brothers "I'll come back!" he signed, fast "I swear! Find me outside! I'll come-" A huge hand seized his, wrenching them up. He cried out, muscles tearing. Hunter tossed him aside and straight into Other-him. "That wasn't nice" he hissed, wrenching his hands more. Seth refused to cry out, he wouldn't give the fucker the satisfaction

"What? Knocking your head off your shoulders or kicking you the fuck out of my head, you cheap fucking copy?!" he spat back, kicking his legs from underneath him. They both fell with a thump. Seth wrenched his hands free, a swift kick to his temple "How about that? Was that nice?!" he yelled. Turning, he ran at Hunter. Slamming into him, Seth jumped and wrapped his thighs around the powerful body and locked his arms around the thick neck and squeezed. "Shit" he whispered, the memories appearing again as Hunter gasped and choked, flinging Seth around, desperate to get him off. Finding reserves he didn't know he had, Seth squeezed tighter and shoved the nightmares back as hard as he could. Hunter was scrabbling desperately, no walls around for him to drive Seth into "Your ass is going to sleep!" he spat in his ear, Hunter descending to one knee. He could see Ro and Dean cheering him on- Their eyes widened and immediately, Seth loosened his hold and rolled.

Just in time, the WWE title slamming into Hunters back and pitching him forward. He winced at the slam his body made off the glass. Laughing, he scrambled to his feet and met the shocked Other-Seth with a knee to the face "The boss is gonna have your ass for that!" he snickered, his copy falling back with a pained grunt. Panting, he looked at them "I got this. I need you on the outside" he signed fast. Dean shook his head, Seth ignored it, focusing on Roman "If I can get him to agree, he can carry Dean out if he won't go" he thought, praying he could. "Don't give up on me, ok? I swear, I'll do everything I can to get back to you, but you need to go!" Roman shook his head, Dean twisting his hands anxiously in his hoodie, his mouth moving fast at Roman- groaning behind him. Seth placed his back to the wall and risked a quick look over his shoulder at them "Roman! Take Dean and go!" he begged, fingers a blur. They didn't move, both with stubborn sets to their jaws and eyes hard "Fuck no! Not happening Rollins!" Dean signed back, cerulean eyes flashing at him in anger "We're not leaving you to them again, Seth. We can't" Roman signed shakily, eyes suspiciously bright.

Seth's heart clenched, he could see the trauma in both of them and he knew they would need all of their family and him to get through it. They all would need each other. Darting quickly away and making sure Hunter and his copy stayed down for a while longer with quick boots to their temples, Seth thought fast. He had to get them to leave. If they stayed, he would have to stick close to them, just in case Hunter and Steph somehow got loose on them. They would also see what the two psychos would do to him and they would enjoy doing it in front of his brothers "They'd love that audience" he thought, biting his lip. He shuddered "Especially Hunter. They can't stay here!" Determined to convince them to leave, he strode back to the wall. "Dean, how did you come out of your coma?" he asked, seeing the signs of him beginning to lose it, eyes darting around, hand clawing his collarbone, inability to keep still and the biggest sign, that hunted look making him look more… feral.

Dean almost looked suspicious, glaring at him distrustfully "I heard Ro's and yours voices" he replied slowly, a bit calmer "They led me out" Seth nodded, smiling "I need you to do that for me now. Can you do that?" he asked, making sure to keep his eyes on Dean, to drive his question home "You can't help me here, Dean. Or you, Roman" He swallowed, throat suddenly burning "I have to do this myself. I have to make sure he doesn't get out, if he does.." Seth trailed off, his vile threats bouncing around his head "He can't" he whispered to himself, he got out and Dean and Ro would basically be slaves to The Authority. He shivered in horror. Meeting their eyes again "Can you do that?" he repeated, praying they would agree. "Ssseeettthhhh" Steph's voice hissed. He jumped, and spun. Glaring into the darkness, his eyes flicked down and- Hunter and Other him were gone! The floor was empty! His stomach dropped, a nauseous fear gripping his chest. Pressing back into the wall, he met the terrified expressions of his brothers "Run, Seth!" Roman signed, fast "You gotta run!" Dean was slamming into the wall again, bloody smears again and again

"We'll meet you outside, but you gotta run, now!" Dean signed, frantic. Seth nodded shakily. Dean and Roman slammed their fists off the wall, Seth jumped "Seth! You got this! Fight as hard as you fucking can, ok?! Follow our voices! We'll find you, I promise!" Dean signed fast, flecks of blood flicking onto the wall "Give those fuckers hell from us!" Seth smiled and nodded, the fear dissipating slightly at the reminder of why he was fighting "For them" he thought, calming and focusing "I'll either win and get out of here or I'll bring us both down. He cannot get out" he thought, determined. Drinking in a last look at his two brothers, Seth backed away from the wall, back towards the darkness. It fucking hurt, each step stabbing pain through him, his heart begging to stay "I fucking have to!" he thought, forcing himself to turn his back on his brothers and sprint into the darkness before he could run back to the wall and beg them to not leave him here.

The muted thumps that followed him nearly broke his resolve, he knew it was Dean. His legs shook, rebelling against running away from them, but Seth clenched his muscles and made them run, swiping his face clear as he did "I can't!" he thought, anguished, more thumps behind him. That was Roman "I can't!" he fought with himself. If he went back now, he'd never leave them again. He wouldn't want to! Narrowly avoiding Hunter lunging at him, Seth kicked out his knees as he passed, chuckling darkly at the curses. They want to finish this in the darkness? Fine, he was just at home in the dark as he was in the light. Dean didn't call him a ninja for nothing. Putting aside all thoughts of Roman and Dean, though it hurt to do it, Seth focused on his opponents.

"Other me will be the biggest challenge. He knows me, just like I know him" he thought assessing his chances while he ran "Hunter will-" Stopping for a second, he wheezed, paralysing memories assaulting him again- Hunters grunts of satisfaction, his own whimpers of distress, Hunters voice praising him even as he cried – Seth clutched his head, everything swirling within him, a dizzying cacophony that sent him to his knees. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled out, forcing himself to his feet, fighting them back "Enough of this! Those fuckers did their best to break me for two years and I will not let him break me now! Fuck no! He doesn't own me anymore! I own me and I will get out of here!" Seth allowed them to take over, all the ways Hunter and Stephanie had destroyed his life in two short years. Dean and Ro, sprawled on the mat, Romans devastated face at Wrestlemania, Dean, covered in concrete dust, gasping for breath, countless meetings where he was beaten and broken down, their deceptively kind and caring words building him back up in their own twisted image. Hunter pinning him to the wall, a massive hand crushing his neck, the other down the front of his jeans, his choked tears and gasps of protests.

Steph laughing next to him, her claw like hands scarring his chest- Seth snarled, struggling to keep from howling in rage, the memories relentless. Split and bruised flesh when he resisted, Show and Kane delivering punishment after punishment, his own shock, humiliation, fear and embarrassment the first time Hunter had- had- Seth's hands were tangled in his hair, his mind aching from the stress of the last two years, the beatings, the mental and physical torture, the- the rapes he had endured at the hands of these people shaking his mind within his skull. Finally flinging off the fog they had successfully implanted in his brain, Seth finally saw what they had done. To him, what they had forced him to endure almost daily. Taking all the pain, humiliation, frustration and destructive rage slamming around in his head, gathering it together, Seth screamed out his last call to battle, a threat to his enemies to come meet him, if they dared.

He was fighting for family, for honour and redemption, for revenge, for everything they did to him and his family and for everything they had planned to do if he lost today. And he couldn't lose. He wouldn't. What were they fighting for? A twisted sense of loyalty? Spite? Hate? His loud cry of defiance echoed, the reverberations of it deafening his ears "You want me? Come fucking get me!" he yelled into the void "I'll show you what fucking happens when you threaten my fucking family!" he howled, the rage inside like a nuclear explosion, twisting and turning his mind into something feral and unhinged, something he'd need if he was going to survive.

Hunters booming chuckle answered him, along with his own nasally cackle. Steph's high pitched, insane giggle came a second later. Thinking of Roman, Dean, Jake, the twins and all his family in chains, in the same position he had been in, he grit his teeth. Pulling out Jakes knife at his back, Seth took a deep breath, focused for a precious second and dove into the darkness where the psychotic sounds were coming from. Prepared to die, to sacrifice it all for the people who gave him a second chance, Seth went to war with his tormentors. Alone.

*Somewhere in India*

Picking up the ringing cell "Hello?" he answered distractedly, scanning the sheaf of documents in front of him. "Hey. Haven't heard from you in a while. How've you been?" he asked, placing the sheaf aside, giving his old friend his full attention. Listening to the deep voice, he threw his legs up on the table and leaned back "Nah, you know I don't watch it anymore" he replied, yawning. Stopping mid yawn, the chair back on four feet with a jerk, resigned dread filling him "What? When? How many? They did what?!" he snapped disbelievingly. Giving the cell his full attention "Who? How bad?" Listening carefully to the deep voice, he sighed "I hope you're mistaken, I really do. Are you sure about this?"

He nodded "I'll be there as soon as I can, then" he said quickly, mentally clearing his schedule "Do you know where they are? Is he safe for now?" He sighed in relief "Okay, that's good. I'll cover all his out of pocket expenses for this" A bark of laughter from the phone. Rolling his eyes "Where they will be in say a week?" Nodding to himself as the deep voice spoke. "Ok. Don't say anything to them. They'll disappear if you do, given your history with Hunter. I'll handle them. Let me know when you find out and if you hear anything else. Thanks" and hung up the phone. Sagging slightly, he cursed. He had prayed a day like this would never come, though he had expected it. More so in the last couple of years "It's a freaking miracle this hasn't happened sooner" He had just prayed he was wrong, that Vince could keep them in line "Unless he's actually joined them in this" he thought, disgusted. He wouldn't put it past the old bastard. Clenching his jaw "Should I go back?" he thought, tapping his phone off the table next to him.

He had gotten out and he wanted to stay out. How could he though? He loved the business, it was his inheritance, his legacy and right now, they were destroying it. Never mind the poor people trapped beneath them! If even half of what his friend had said was true, he was needed. And needed badly. "Damn it" he whispered, hanging his head. He had to go back "I'm the only one who can possibly make them back down" he thought, a weight settling on his shoulders. Gathering his shoes, jacket and packing his clothes as fast as he could, he shrugged on the shoes and jacket. Swinging his duffle onto his shoulder and exiting the hotel room, he made phone call after phone call clearing his schedule for the foreseeable future. Who knows how long this would drag on for? If his friend was right, knowing his father, sister and brother in law, it would be a vicious, drawn out battle. One he intended to win.