Warfare of The Heart

"I am not a slave!" Justin said, frowning when he realised that despite trying to pull away, Cena's arms were no looser.

"We were interrupted..." Sheamus said.

"You are a slave." sneered Cena. "Now be a good a slave."


Nolee nodded slowly.

"I-I'm not...I'm not a slave." Justin said, sounding less confident this time.

Sheamus smiled, gently wrapping an armaround her waist.

"you aren't?" sneered John.

Nolee leaned forward and kissed him.

"No..." Justin said, trying to pull away again.

Sheamus smiled and kissed her back.

"Go ask them," snarled John tossing Justin away.


Nolee smiled and trailed her hands up and down his chest.

Justin mumbled angrily in his native language as he stood back up again. "I don't have to ask them. I know I'm not."

Sheamus smiled, tightening his arms around her waist.

John smirked, "I don't soil slaves. Get out of here."


Nolee looked at him, "Have I told you how handsome you are?"

"...you do know that by saying you owned Heath that you called him a slave, right?" Justin said, shaking his head as he moved away.

"maybe?" Sheamus said, smirking.

"He's more of an object for my pleasure, not even a person." John smirked.


Nolee blushed, putting a hand on her necklace.

Justin stopped, slowly drawing one of the daggers he carried with him, having left his sword in the tent. "You take that back!" He hissed, moving to attack Cena. "He is so a person."

Sheamus chuckled at her.

"He's an object, a writhing pleasurefilled object..." Cena hissed, hand on his sword.


Nolee smiled, unsure of what to do or say.

"He is not!" Justin growled, too angry to actually think properly about what he was doing as he kicked at Cena's legs before trying to stab him.

Sheamus smiled back at her, sitting down and gent;y pulling her with him.

John smirked, moving out of Justin's way and slashing his back with the sword.
Heath heard the sound and ran over. When he saw Justin laying on the ground and Cena standing over him, he pulled his bow and shot it at him, hitting him near his heart.


Nolee smiled at him, kissing his neck.

Justin cried out as he fell, not noticing Heath arrive, lying facedown on the ground.

Sheamus smiled and gently pulled her closer.

John fell to his knees, in pain from the arrow.
Heath rushed to Justin, "Are you alright?"



Nolee smiled, rubbing his chest.

"H-Heath?" Justin said, groaning as he lifted his head to look at him.

Sheamus smiled, kissing her cheek.

Heath looked scared and crouched next to Justin, "My god...I'll save you Justin...I will..."



Nolee smiled and blushed sweetly.

"I-I'm sorry..." Justin said, not entirely sure if he was apologising for earlier or for what had just happened.

Sheamus leaned forward, about to kiss Nolee when one of the men who was meant to be on watch came in. "What?" Sheamus asked the man, looking annoyed.

"There...there were sounds of a fight at the edge of the camp sir..." The man said nervously.

"No...no I'm sorry," Heath said as some men came forward, "Take him to the medics tent. I should be here when King Sheamus came here."


Nolee got up and let Sheamus stand up, "You should go..."

Justin whimpered when one of the men picked him up, reaching a hand out for Heath.

Sheamus sighed and nodded slowly standing before leaving with the guard.

Heath nodded and took his hand, "I'm here...I'm here..."


Wade met Sheamus outside of his tent, "It's Cena and Justin. Cena's dead."

Justin gave a small smile, relaxing a little as Heath took his hand.

"What? What happened?" Sheamus asked as they walked.

"Not sure. The last thing I saw was Heath letting an arrow fly into Cena's chest." Wade shrugged, "I think Cena assaulted Justin..."


Heath held his hand, though he was very scared.

"Probably..." Sheamus sighed, rolling his eyes.

Justin muttered something in his native language, not really realising he hadn't spoken English.