Death's Poker 2Punk didn't have much sleep that night, he was looking for some way he could get Cherry a ticket for the flight he had, but it wasn't any good, the flight was sold out. He looked at his phone and it said six thirty in the morning, and he frowned when he saw what day it was. December 22, 2012. Yesterday proved everyone wrong about the world ending, but he was even more bothered what would happen in three days. Christmas. He looked down at Cherry and looked back at his phone. He ought to get her at least one present, even though he doesn't believe in God and he doesn't really celebrate Christmas, he couldn't tell her that. He put his phone down and got up out of the bed and headed for the bathroom, but he was stopped when he heard his phone vibrate on the bed. He reached over and grabbed it, then saw a text message.
"Saw the tweet. Is everything fine now? -Colt"
Punk replied back with a simple "why wouldn't it be?" comment and went into the bathroom, getting out the things to brus
It was a cold, winter night and Punk only had a sweater on, and it was snowing hard, like a blizzard. He never really needed a heavy jacket for anything, because he'd never get cold enough to wear one. He found it normal, but other people found it strange. Punk walked on a sidewalk and looked around at the lights that were very dim. It was starting to get foggy and he raised an eyebrow when he saw a dark figure through the fog. He ran to it, but when he got there, it was gone. He looked around and saw it again, on the other side of the street. He frowned.
"What is someone doing out in this weather?" he shook his head and walked away from the figure, but something in his mind told him to still try and catch the figure. He frowned and ran across the street, but was stopped whenever he suddenly couldn't move his legs. He was in the middle of the street, and if a car came by, no one would see him in time. And that's exactly what happened. He saw the front lights of a car coming fast at him
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Sheamus walked into Punk's hospital room and closed the door behind himself. He looked over at Punk who looked at him.
"Stephen? I thought you left..." Sheamus huffed.
"I'm not leavin' your side, fella. Not now." Punk frowned.
"I need to tell you something.... can you come a bit closer?" Sheamus raised an eyebrow and walked over beside Punk.
"What is i--" there was a sudden fast movement, so fast Sheamus couldn't even follow the movement. Before he knew it, he was held against the wall, Punk's hand on his neck, pinning him.
"Back. Off." said an eerie voice. Sheamus's eyes widened he knew the voice came from Punk, but that eerie voice couldn't have been his. Punk's eyes became bloodshot, and his body slowly turned pitch black,"You know too much. You're entering a war that you can't hope to win.... I am the son of Death, I know you know that.... I also know you know of my Touch of Death. I can kill you right now, if I wanted. But, no, this is a fair warning to you..." Sheamus frowned.
My Fatal Memory
I woke up early in the morning, earlier than I usually woke up. I looked at the clock and it said "4:50", I usually wake up at five thirty or six, but I'm not going back to sleep. Not after the nightmare I just had. I sighed as I picked up my phone and dialed through the contacts, calling my wife. I had a nightmare about something that happened way back, and I don't know why. I put the phone up to my ear and sighed.
"Hey...." it was voice mail,"Just wanted to let you know I love you two and I'll be back as soon as I can.." I sighed and hung up and put my phone down beside me. I realized Survivor Series was only a day away. I got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, remembering the dream/memory I had. It was when I was younger, much younger. I ran my fingers through my hair and compared it to back then. Much less. I looked at my arms and traced a tattoo I had, back then, I had none. I shook my head and tried to get it out of my head. Yet,
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Sheamus woke up, groaning and rubbing his head. He had a major headache and the last thing he could remember was blur. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was in the hospital yet again. He moved his arms for a bit, nothing felt injured accept the fact his jaw was even more sore than it was before. He groaned again and got up, wobbling a bit before he could stand perfectly, then a nurse came in.
"You're awake and.... up?" Sheamus looked at the nurse and frowned.
"Yeah, I'm not gonna stay in bed forever. I have business I need to take care of." he started to walk to the nurse, limping a bit because he was still off his normal balance. When the nurse tried to help him, he refused for her hands to touch him and he had some support from the wall.
"Sir, you're in no condition to walk. You could have a concussion." Sheamus shrugged off the comment and made his way to the desk outside of his room, stopping himself from tripping whenever he walked up to the lady behind the desk.
"May I he
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A Week Later...
Sheamus rubbed his chin as he walked up to an old house, his mouth felt so sore that he couldn't really sleep as good as he used to. That and the fact that he's been itching for answers and more knowlege about that demon Shade and Punk. But mostly Punk. He walked up the steps of the house then knocked on the door. He waited a bit for an answer, then there was a clicking sound and the door slowly opened. A man looked at Sheamus and frowned.
"What do you want?" Sheamus rubbed his chin a bit more before he replied to the old man.
"I'm here for answers. About your son Phillip Brooks. May I come in?" The old man stood his ground.
"I ain't got no son. You're crazy." Sheamus crossed his arms.
"I know who you are. I can blackmail the ever living shit out of you if I want to. I need answers and you're going to give me them! It's important!"
"I ain't got no son! Go away before I call the damn cops!" the old man screamed. Sheamus heard footsteps as a old woman came t
A sound of a gun clicking echoed throughout a boiler room, and the air was fogged up with heat. A few gasps could be heard, the gasps of pure fear.
"Why me?!Why?!Don't play damn stupid with me this time, you know something!Why me, Stephen?!" Sheamus pulled back his firey red hair as he exchanged eyesight with the man in front of him, the man who was completely driven nuts because he wanted answers. Bad enough that he got a gun and lowered him down to the boiler room.
"I don't know...Phillip, why do you think I know?" there was another gasp from Punk, another breathless one as he held the gun tighter, his finger firmly on the trigger.
"No...no I swear I will fucking shoot your head off! Ever since I been around you, I've been slowly driven insane! From what started as nightmares, to hearing things, now to seeing things! Tell me what the hell is going on!" Sheamus crossed his arms.
"If I don't? You going to shoot me? You think that'll kill it?"
"It! You said it you bastard! You kn