THE LONE WOLF (COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 1

FAITH POV:

I was ashamed of myself for falling weak to temptation again, but after the way I had my ass kicked tonight, a cigarette was exactly what I needed! I let out a calm sigh and stepped into the alleyway out back...all of a sudden, a very strange feeling came over me, it was one I couldn't describe, but maybe the hairs standing up on the back of my neck could. I looked around the dark deserted alleyway, with every instinct telling me to go back inside, and me ignoring them in my desire to feed my bad habit. I was just about to raise the cigarette to my lips, when a large hand cupped over my mouth and the voice said ''Don't scream''

The blood drained from my face as I immediately recognized the unmistakable voice of Seth Rollins...

TWO MONTHS EARLIER....

SETH POV:

DAY ONE. What do I do now? I'm out and I have nothing. And I deserved every bit of that nothing.

Two and a half years served in a maximum security prison changes a guy, even a guy like me, The Architect. The second I stepped foot inside that place, I found out real quick that I wasn't so tough. That my muscles and pretty boy looks only got me unwanted attention. The horror stories you heard about prison are all true, and the monsters inside were all real.

But...it was where I deserved to be for what I did to so many innocent women, and for what I did to Faith. You may not believe it but prison changed me, and I'm not talking about the endless fights, the beatings, or the abuse (and that's just from the guards!) No, I'm talking about the real killer in prison...time .Time between yourself and your thoughts, where it forces you to review every nasty, selfish, disgusting and evil act you've ever committed, and I had committed a lot of them, on a lot of innocent women during my time at WWE. Thinking back about it now it killed me, it absolutely killed me.

I wasn't going to lie though, I knew why I did it, but there was still no excuse.

You see, as a young boy growing up, I started to develop an obsession with the opposite of sex. My earliest childhood memory came from when I was in Junior High, when I would constantly tease the quiet red haired girl who sat next to me during homeroom. She never complained, I guess because I was the only one who ever really paid her any attention. Then one day after school by the water fountain, a sudden urge just came over me to see her...all of her. I know I was only a kid, but I just had to know what the female body was like. I remember sneaking up behind her and pulling up her skirt, followed by pulling down her knickers. She immediately screamed and slapped my face before running away, but I never once forgot that image, that beautiful sweet image of her cherry pink soft lips, covered by a sheet of strawberry red hair tucked neatly between her slender legs. It made my eyes pop out of its socket, and my body shiver with delight! She never reported me though, she just sat as far away from me in class as humanly possible. And it was later that very same night in fact, that I had my first ever wet dream. I guess as a young boy growing up you try and get with any and every girl you can, I mean it's what us guy's do right? But with me it was different, I seemed to be growing up way too fast for my own good, with my curiosity growing even faster. But it was only when I reached High School that I realized just how good it can really get. I still kinda wished that my parents had sent me to an all-boys school instead, at least that way I would have seen the term out with better grades, because in a mixed school, there were way too many distractions for me to concentrate on grades and stuff.

I was a descent looking boy growing up (still am, ha ha), so I got quite a bit of female attention, and it was around about then that I started to learn just how the opposite of sex really worked. And the more I learned, the more I realized what I could get...and get away with.