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athedemonsqueen · 7 years ago

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I Found You #23 (Finn Balor Story)

Warnings: graphic violence, demonic possessions, violent erruptions

Tonight’s the night of Royal Rumble, from the moment we woke up we were tensed. Usually we would wake up smiling giving each other a kiss good morning, or some good morning sex. But that is not the case this morning. Finn woke up, did not look at me, and went to the kitchen. I sighed as I got up looking as he walked. He was still pretty upset from our argument even though we made up...three times.

We had to be at the arena by 3:30pm, by the time twelve hit, Finn grew firecely intense. Every minute he would keep looking at the clock. It started to make me feel uneasy.

“Honey, come here…” I said, pulling him away from the kitchen clock.

“No, no” he cooed.

“No, come here.” I said, leading him to the living room I’ve kept myself busy by putting our photos into albums.

“Here is an empty one…” I said handing him a photo book. “Here are some pictures and you choose your favorite.”

Finn began to flip through the pictures, “They’re all my favorite.” He said blankly.

He stopped at one and pushed himself off the couch, he looked in shock, as if he has seen a ghost.

“What?” I said, looking at him calmly, “Honey what’s wrong?”

“Balor.” He whispered as his fingers went across the picture.

“WHat?” I said, jumping up from the couch.

I gasped, putting my hand to my mouth. It was the picture of me in the museum doing the “Finn Freeze” in front of the Mona Lisa, however it wasn’t Mona Lisa. It was her with her hair and neatly folded hands, but her eyes were evil, glaring even; red like blood. Her mysterious smile was sour. It was the most ghostly thing I’ve ever saw.

“Huh, that’s werid.” Finn said.

“Which of this is the werid part to you?” I said glaring at him.

“Balor never shows himself in pictures. He made his presence clear with you in this picture, as if he wanted to take it with you. Look at his facial expression.”

I looked back to see Balor glaring eyes were softer and a small smile could be seen against his dark features. As a king he sat proper with the Mona Lisa to show his superiority. It’s as, he wanted to take this picture with me.

I looked up at Finn to find him amused, also concerned slightly. He opened the album and placed the picture inside.

“You like that picture?” I asked.

“Balor is part of me, hence he is part of our lives whether we like it or not.” Finn said. I nodded in agreement. After seeing some of the acts of Balor such as his picture with me, and leading me away from Lucy; I feel as though I don’t feel as in danger as I was a year ago.

Two hours to the Rumble and Finn has since thrown up and had two panic attacks. Despite it all, he kept poised and confident. I came into the dressing room after cleaning off his shirt from vomit. Finn sat on the couch going through his Instagram.

“Baby, I got most of it off, you should know better not to eat anything before a match, it’s dangerous.” I said, placing the shirt on the table.

Finn cleared his throat as he got up, flashing his phone to me, “What is this?” He asked with slight annoyance. I looked at the screen at first I didn’t reconize the screen name or picture for that matter, but after looking it was an Instagram account under my name with over a thousand pictures of Finn and I. That is not mine though, when I started to get serious with Finn I erased everything of social media. This cannot be possible

All I could say is as I looked at Finn, “Finn, that’s not mine.”

“All these photos are ours! How can it not be yours!” He shouted, making me flinch.

“Finn it’s not mine, I swear” shouting back. I tried to hold him, but he moved away. It broke me slightly.

“Finn, you don’t believe me.” I said, whimpering. Finn purced his lips behind his teeth, trying to contain his anger.

“Why would I do that to us! I respect us, I respect our privacy. I respect you.” I said, tears going down my eyes. Finn gritted, not looking at me as he went to the door; opening it and slamming it behind him, leaving me by myself to cry.

How could I convince him the account wasn’t mine? Who created the account, someone had too. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I watch the Men’s Royal Rumble. When number two hit and saw Finn, the first thought going through me is, ‘it’s over. He won’t be able to survive without Balor.’ Before the Rumble, I felt a strange yet familiar prences; the fingernails gently traveled down my back, giving me an utter sense of calmness. The feeling that seem to last for seconds, apparently lasted for over fifteen minutes. I turned to find nobody behind me, until I took a quick glance in the mirror to find Balor. I looked back to find him gone.

It only dawned on me Balor wasn’t in the ring with Finn, which is why now Finn looks absolutely drained and exhausted. Suddenly Finn’s expression changed after the 25th entry. He started to eliminate the men one after the other, for a moment there I really did think he was going to win. Finn smiled as he eliminated Randy Orton.

Suddenly, Finn went to his knees with his arms stretch out and his head bent back. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. It was as if two men were holding him down, but no one was holding him down. I got to my feet as I figured the only thing to have that kind of power- Balor. I grew insanely angry as I rushed out of the dressing room and into the arena.

“No, stop!” I screamed, the entire arena turned and looked at me, but I ignored them. Finn turned to me and suddenly he came back and started to eliminate the wrestlers again. I smiled to myself, this was it now. No more entries. Finn was still in as I stood fiddling with my fingers, nervously for every time someone went to eliminate him. He stood tall and fought against them and held on. John Cena then came and slammed FInn to the ground. In the moment I felt it. It pained me and everything i worried with this company suddenly came to life again.

John continued to slam Finn to the ground until he threw him over the ropes-eliminating Finn after 47 minutes and 38 seconds. I stood feeling all of Finn’s pain, his broken heart, his hopes come crashing down. I grew then angry how much we put into the Royal Rumble. How much time and work Finn put into the rumble; to win. I looked up at Cena to find it wasn’t Cena, but another form of Cena. He had black eyes and a glaring smile. My heart dropped to find that Balor had betrayed Finn and made him lose the rumble, and he did it in the most vicious matter. How could Balor do this? I didn’t understand at all.

I looked down to find Finn shaking violently on the floor- my extinct told me there was something wrong. I rushed down the ramp sliding against the mate, hovering around Finn.

“Baby, baby.” I said, hoping deep down this was part of the show. But it wasn’t it was real, I couldn’t exactly tell what was wrong, but before anything the paramedics came and took him away from me. After a moment of sitting in shock I rushed to the back, following the alert voices. By now the rumble was over.

“Finn... “ I cried, following him, hoping he would wake, but with every time I called his name he only shook more violently.

I was stopped by Karl, as he held me back, “no, no, no let me go!” I shouted, fighting to get out of his arms.

“We will take you to the hospital…” Karl whispered.

“Hospital?” I said turning to him.

“They think he had a sezuire or something…” Karl said, making me gasp. I felt sick, violently sick. I felt dizzy and confused. Every fear I had, had come true tonight.

Karl held me gently to him, as he let my emotions pass until I was stable enough to think rationally. From the corner of my eye I could see John Cena come from the arena as everyone congratulated him, the bastard smiled as everyone shook his hand. A burning, rage rose from inside me and at the moment I wanted my revenge:

“Mo dioltas” an echo came from inside me. I broke from Karl’s arms as I went to grab a steal chair and brought it hard to Cena’s back.

“You bastard!” I cried, as I brought the chair down again. Once the chair broke and Cena was weak I shouted,

“You high and mighty pride bastard! You just couldn’t let anybody else win you just had to have another Wrestlemania moment! You couldn’t let him win!” I screamed. Cena looked at me with guilt and some confusion.

“No one likes you anymore!” I said, kicking him to the ground.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)” Karl called, standing behind me. “You know, it’s not his fault.” Karl said, darting his eyes to Cena. I huffed and puff in utter rage before realizing my damage. I turned to Karl, teary-eyed. Before saying in words he and FInn could understand:

“Tog dom leis.”

Karl nodded as he led me out to the private garage to his car. “Luke is already there…” he said. It brought comfort knowing Finn wasn’t alone. The only concern I had was Finn’s safety everything from the Instagram to Balor’s betrayal, and the Rumble loss seemed pretty irrelevant. This is the first time anything to do with wrestling meant nothing to me.

Translations:

Mo dioltas- my revenge

Tog dom leis- take me to him

Author’s note: Yes, I know this is not how it happened, I know Nakumura won the Rumble and Cena won his spot the next night on RAW, but people despised Cena so much for that and praised Nakumura for his win, I couldn’t shame him. I thought I would reverse the roles.

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