Bleeding Red (CM Punk WWE)

Thirty-Two- Crossroads.

Smoke streamed into their noses as a light flicked on. It was Ruby sitting in a chair, her eyes dark.

"You know what she said was true" she sighed as she tapped the ashes off of her cigarette,
"You know I'm more than sure that this will be my last cigarette ever."she nodded as she took a deep drag,
"These are so bad for your lungs..." She clucked
"But anyway AJ was right. I don't ever forget anything. My mom always said my worst quality was my inability to let go, to forgive. That I held in my emotions about things and that when I finally let them out they would burst out like a wildfire that consumes everything in it's path."

"What are you saying?" Romans voice was threatening, dripping with pure betrayal, "Stop talking like Bray Wyatt for 5 seconds and tell us what the hell you mean" he hissed, she smirked taking a deep drag of her cigarette before throwing her head back slowly and letting the smoke spill out from her nose before blowing the rest out from her mouth. She threw her legs over the side of the chair and settled into it,

"You never were good with words were you Leati? Specifically the word no" she taunted. She shook her head,
"You know, before I came to you guys. I had thought I lost everything. I thought Punk had died...in a way that hit way too close too home" he voice broke,
"It flooded me with memories of how my father had died..." She drew in a deep breath. "I knew that I had nothing to lose when I joined you. In fact by joining you, I had everything to gain." She took another deep drag,
"You know it almost hurts," she patted her chest, she sniffled slightly,
"It hurts that after everything I've done for us, for this fucking stable, everything I've given up for us, that you would still doubt me," she took a last drag before the red end of the cigarette reached the filter. She blew the last bit of smoke out before sitting up and resting both feet on the ground, she stubbed it out as she looked at them through the smoke.
"I thought I had done everything possible to prove my loyalty to you three but clearly it wasn't enough-"

"Ruby we-" Seth cut her off but she held up her hand,

"Let. Me. Finish." She hissed, she rolled up her sleeve on her left arm and pointed at one of her tattoos. She smiled slightly,
"You remember when I got this" she more stated than asked, as she traced it lightly, the white eyes of the hounds glowing vividly on their faces. She remembered how much the white highlights had hurt, they always hurt the worst.
"I told you that it was to prove my loyalty, to prove that I was in this for the long run." She sighed as she held it up for them to see.

"Fox-" Dean tried to reach out to her but she slapped his hand away.

"I'm not done!" She yelled, he stepped away surprised. She took a deep breath before taking something out of her boot. She flipped open and revealed it to be a butterfly knife as she flipped it around carelessly. They looked at her astonished as she flipped it in one hand and placed another cigarette in her mouth, she brought out her lighter and lit it. She let it hang out of her mouth as she continued to play with the knife and flick the lighter on and off. She laughed slightly,
"Ok, I lied" she smirked, they looked at her confused, she stopped playing with the knife stabbing it into the chair causing them all to jump. She took the cigarette out of her mouth examining it between her fingers, she let the smoke spill from her nostrils,
"This...this is my last cigarette." She chuckled again, she wagged a finger at them,
"Thought I meant something else didn't you?" She sighed and let the smoke billow out, she stubbed out her cigarette tucking it behind her ear before she extracted the knife from the black leather of the couch and started flipping it around again, flicking the lighter on and off in her other hand
"I hate when my loyalty is doubted, just as much if not more than I hate being called a liar" she explained as they watched her cautiously.

"Wait hold on, we never called you a liar" Seth stepped forward, she stopped flipping the knife around and pointed it at him, it was centimeters from his throat.