Ambreigns. Dean and Roman's relationship in this fic is quite intense, almost toxic to both of them, I hope I can portray it the way I want. By the way, in this fic there is also a plot developing so the plot is as important as the relationship. Seth is part of this story and I love that dude soooo yeah he will be around here a lot of time.
Roman finally turns heel... in this story :v Yeah, he is the bad boy here, he is very very evil. But why is he bad boy? Is something that little by little will be unveiled in the story. Anyway, in this episode I briefly explain why.
Dean is the good guy... maybe not as good as he thinks he is.
Like I said in the previous fic. If anyone shows interest I'll keep posting.
English is not my former language, you know I'm sorry :(
"It's time, Orton. There are at least 200 policemen guarding his safety in addition to the drones and surveillance cameras. We need to be careful, a stupid move and we'll have all the armed guard of Los Angeles over us."
Really crazy. Now it sounded like something distant and even ridiculous that the city had such name. Los Angeles evoked angels, purity, and beauty perhaps. But the territory was nothing more than a huge metropolis of concrete and metal, full of big buildings and fake people. The air was so polluted that had become fuzzy, like smoke, sometimes even became difficult to the sight. No trees, no angels, and definitely no purity.
The devastation that preceded the bloodiest war ever possible, was undoubtedly of countless magnitude. That was over 100 years ago. Then came the struggle for survival, the resource management, the strength over ideologies. The technology was an evil ally for the domain of the strongest. The survivors fought hard to become the ruling class, command and be obeyed, govern over everyone. The slogan was the survival of the fittest. The others, the imperfect were used as cannon fodder. That was the fate of those considered of inferior races, the poor. People that was known as the misfits.
The world had to reborn from the ashes but the weakest people paid dearly. In the new tech world, they had no place, however they weren't exterminated... at least not all of them. The misfits served as a reminder to all those in large cities that they were the result of the wars, and that they would become their future if they disobeyed the new world order.
Ten years ago, Los Angeles, made his latest expansion for resources. Invading the territories of the dispossessed, destroying everything in its path, forcing them to retreat further, those who refused, didn't live to tell the tale.
And this is how it had been for ten years. They were just kids at that time, but now they grew up as a young adult full of hatred for the society that marginalized them. The same society that took what little they had. The society that now was living in opulence while they were eating their leftovers. A group of them, formed a small army, with resources obtained by theft, stealthy income to downtown inside Los Angeles and the wit of many of its inhabitants who were very smart.
Resources, technology, weapons, minor and major traffic of objects and drugs. Things that afflict even the most organized of societies. The little dirty secret they try to cover, but in which all of them wallow. The livelihood of the misfits.
Ten years it's a long time to accumulate hatred, long time to plan a revenge, a revolution. A change that would bring a new chaos, but in the midst of that destruction would bring also a new order, beauty and equality.
The misfits were led by a guy who was just a teenager, a very clever one, very agile and above all willing to do whatever it takes for the cause.
"I'm a very quiet one, Ambrose," said the young man, lifting the smoked glass that covered his eyes, as he was wearing a helmet, "But as all of you, I want the blood of these goddamn bastards. Anyways I know the mission it's more important. Plus you're the leader of the group, I'll obey your commands."
"Okay, I know how you hate to be called by your last name, Randy. We will use our first names, ok" Dean smiled playfully, dimples in full display, "I'm glad you're clear how we will carry out this mission. We just have one chance, I don't want to wait another ten damn years."
"No one in this place survives to hit thirty. None of us will live enough to turn that age." Randy smiled mockingly, "Complete three decades is a privilege that belongs only to them."
"We will take that privilege, my friend." Dean smirked as he put a metal helmet on his head.
They were only teenagers, all of them between nineteen and twenty five years. But in the world of the misfits, at that age they were more than adults. The average lifespan of them because of the attacks, lack of food, medicines and resources was not more than thirty years. At twenty they had already lived more than half of their lives.
Everyone was distributed among the crowd. It had been difficult to get identical uniforms to those of the armed guard of Los Angeles, but they got them.
The entire city was being ruled by a samoan man, known to be dangerous. Democracy was nonexistent, but the inhabitants were satisfied because their lifestyle was even better than in other cities. The ability of their leader was unquestionable. His methods could be perverse, but the results were evident, they progressed rapidly, smashing everything that was in front of them. Roman Reigns, the thirty years old samoan with piercing eyes, had taken command after the last coup in the city.
Ten years ago he was the leader to a group of disgruntled citizens. They had been angry with the apparent weakness of the former leader of that place. That leader was overthrown and imprisoned and Roman and his group established a new order. At first the revolt was aimed to stablish peace and justice. And Roman thought was a good leader, he tried to do things right and that ended with the entire city against him.
He wasn't ready for this…
It was too soon…
There's thousand people worth of being in that place…
He didn't deserve to be in charge…
He didn't deserve it…
He didn't deserve it…
Every single poisoned word of the city he loved and hated at the same time. How can you control this monster? How can you prove they're wrong? Just go away, give up and prove they were right. You are the lost cause, the mistake.
You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
The citizens began to hate their leader and his happy go lucky attitude. He tried hard but people was complaining and everything was stressful and problematic. Roman had to make several changes on his life. First it was subtle, then it was increasing til the moment he was totally bitter. He developed a love hate relationship with this city which at the same time was his pride and prison. Surprisingly this worked and the people began to support him. Be the bad guy really suited him.
Why did they love his evil ways? Because these were ten years of rapid progress of unprecedented proportions. People in Los Angeles only cared about themselves and adored the way his leader destroyed everything around to keep the city powerful and safe. Repression, violence, any resources that came to hand were used to meet the goal. Citizens loved their young leader, with only thirty years, Roman Reigns became the highest authority. He was an idol for Los Angeles. The samoan was the living proof of the strength, intelligence, arrogance and beauty.
Roman was no fool, he built a fortress in the middle of the city. An imposing tower, known as Roman Empire, which was also the base for the armed guard of the city. Such power should inspire envy and he wanted to avoid suffering the fate of his predecessor, so he made sure to keep the people happily sedated and made sure that no one could touch him.
He was a tyrant that was worshiped by the people he reigned. They really loved their leader.
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The samoan was smartly dressed. A very dapper designer suit navy blue, the brilliant and luscious raven hair tied in a high bun, the arrogance that emanated from every pore of his being and his unbelievable good looks made him seem beyond human. He was the guy, the big dog running the yard. He undoubtedly had done great work in building his image as leader. Roman stood on a podium, ready for the speech that would initiate the jubilee of the ten years of "independence" of Los Angeles.
The cries of euphoria began with the mere presence of the samoan. Which was positive for the intruders as much noise served as curtain to move unnoticed. The crowd of people raised their hands, with posters supporting the charismatic leader, it was also useful to distract the drones. It was now or never.
"Seth, you should smile," A whisper barely audible amid the small group of people who shared the scaffold where Roman began his speech. "You'll get a good punishment if you keep with that smug attitude."
"Like I could afford such a feeling?" A two toned young man, dressed as elegantly as the leader, drew a smile which certainly had practiced hundreds of times in front of a mirror.
Next to him, it was another young man who looked the same age. Pale skin and red hair.
"Sami, there must be something better for you than this. I still don't understand how someone with your way of thinking is standing here listening to all this crap." Seth whispered in the ear of his companion.
Both young men smiled and looked at Roman, paying attention to the speech that the samoan used to keep happy the cheering crowd.
"Who would believe this people would adore Roman?" Seth whispered, "They used to hate him. They wanted to eat him alive."
"Who would believe he would end like this?" Sami whispered back, "Angry, bitter, evil."
"There's no coming back for him," Seth said sadly.
"We will go to another ten years of progress… believe that!" Roman finished his speech.
The mass of people became euphoric. The screams were even stronger. Roman approached the two toned man, took him by the waist and kissed him passionately. Seth gently put his hands on the shoulders of his boyfriend and let him deepen the kiss. That was his role in this movie, should keep acting.
Not far from there Dean and Randy looked at the stage, communicator in hands while smirking.
"Such display of love." Dean mumbled.
"Five... four..." Randy whispered.
"Three... two..." Dean muttered.
"One!" Both they softly said in unison.
A huge explosion sent down the scaffold. The frightened crowd began running in all directions turning the place into pandemonium. The plan of the misfits was going perfectly. The armed guard had difficult access to reach their leaders, and they were being pushed by the crowd of citizens. Reigns' bodyguards were taking Roman and Seth to other place. Several policemen did the same with the other important politicians who also were on the scaffold.
"It's time, he's on Fifth Avenue... very near the point where the sixth squad is." Dean was warned by radio.
The teenager smiled sparklingly, "Randy, this couldn't be better! He's very close. We'll capture the samoan demon."
The boys sprinted through the tumult to reach their motorcycles that were hidden nearby. People were still out of control. They reached the street and could see the armored vehicle in which Reigns was escaping.
"Shoot the entire arsenal, he can't escape!" Randy said by radio.
Several detonations were heard and the armored car left the track due to various impacts, turning aside the way.
Like ants the squadron that was hidden in that place went over them. Including Dean and Randy. The guards pointed their guns at the boys, they pointed theirs to the bodyguards.
"We have less than a minute." Dean said.
A gunfire was all they could see. Roman waited behind the car for the rest of his troops to arrive. However the misfits were fast and could reach to him. They killed all the guards. They had pointed their guns at Roman and Seth.
"Down!" Dean said, without removing the helmet.
"Voice Modulator..." Roman whispered, "I know how those helmets works. They become you all as one. Your voices will be heard as the same, like preventing that we recognize any of you."
"Your people invented this technology." Randy snorted.
"You will kill us?" Seth whispered.
"Shut up, bitch!" Randy kicked Seth in the stomach. The young man squirmed on the floor. "Take this whore now!"
Two of the misfits, carried the hurt two toned man as handcuffed him.
"C'mon, samoan demon, walk! Have no time to lose." Dean took Roman's arm.
Dean was an agile and strong kid. Not for nothing, had he been the leader of all the misfits, but he was still a teenager. Roman instead was a very experienced man and of course was not stupid or coward.
"The guard is coming, let's go!" One of the misfits shouted a little out of both guys.
Roman made two moves. One to hit the kid in the chest and the other to twist his arm. So fast was the move and Dean's weapon was now in Roman's hand. Pointing it at the temple of his owner.
"And the army is already coming." Roman grinned as he removed the helmet of his hostage and what a surprise, "You're just a kid."
"I'm an adult in the place where I live." Dean spat arrogantly, "No matter if he shoots my head, the plan is still on!"
"Of course I'll shoot your head, kid." Roman arrogantly declared.
"If you do it. We'll shoot yours." Randy said still hidden in his helmet.
"Without the samoan demon, our mission will fail. Shoot him for fucks sake!" Dean cried.
"Not even a spark of fear!" Roman softly mumbled in Dean's lobe, "That's so fucking sexy..." Again the evil smirk on his face.
"Shoot the samoan demon!" Dean was still yelling.
Roman rubbed his crotch against the kid's buttocks, "What a pity that I have to pierce the brain of such a pretty thing like you. Even amid the trash it's possible to find beauty."
Roman unlock the gun and Dean could feel how trigger was being pressed. "Shoot him, Randy!"
Roman's tongue let a wet path on the kid's neck and then a shot was heard.
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