Sweet Dreams

The hallway was dark and dull.The lighting there was no help for anyone to see where they were really going,they just had to know or they could end up getting lost somehow.The walls looked like nothing has cleaned them in about twenty to thirty years,but still the lights kept on shining like someone were to walk through the hallway anyway.No one really went through this hallway of this certain stadium.No one except C.M.Punk.He'd walk through this hallway once or twice a year,just to get away from reality.Strange thing is,he never can remember this strange hallway.He'd come here to sit and sometimes take a nap when he wanted privacy.Some of the wrestlers who did know said that his mind was slowly filling up with ghost or something in the haunted genre but Punk would always tell them that the hallway was your average hallway.That's why they call it the paranormal hallway.Punk always thought it was a silly thing that they should be terrified of the hallway.He huffed and sat down near the wall in a spot that seemed cleaned enough.He looked around,then leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a nap.Everything was quiet,just the way he liked it.

"Runt..." Punk opened his eyes and looked around.Something was there with him,probably one of the wrestlers because it definitely was a male voice.

"Is anyone there?" he said.No one answered as he waited five minutes for one.Punk shrugged and closed his eyes again,trying to go back to sleep.

"Runt..." Punk woke up automatically that time.Someone WAS there with him and he didn't like the fact of it calling him a runt.He stood up and looked around again.

"Wherever you are...come out now so I can teach you who's a runt!" he snarled out.Yet no one came,and nothing made a sound.Dead silence.Punk huffed and decided to get out of there.Though it didn't make sense that this was the only time that the voice came clear to him and not any other times.As he walked through the hallway to get back to the rest of the stadium he couldn't help but feel like everything was getting colder and colder.The temperature made him have goosebumps,which he didn't mind but it concerned him when he could see his own breath.He looked around for a thermostat yet there was none.

"Runt!!!" Punk almost jumped as he heard the voice scream out that word.He looked behind him to see if anyone was there,but he knew there wouldn't be.He sighed and started to walk on.He saw the door then walked over to it and opened it.He walked out of the hallway feeling the nice summer air that he needed to feel in the stadium.He was about to close the door,when a sudden shriek surprised him.He was certain that the shriek was the voice just saying runt to him,so he huffed and slammed the door shut.He walked to his locker room,trying to get out of his mind what just happened.When he opened the door he saw a familiar figure sitting on the bench in the middle of the room.He smiled and walked into the room,closing the door behind him.

"Stephen.." the figure turned around getting up,it was Sheamus.Punk stopped walking as he saw the angry face on him.

"Where were you?" he growled out,crossing his arms.

"I was in that hallway that everyone is calling the paranormal hallway.I'm starting to believe their foolishness because there was a voice that said-"

"Runt." he looked up as Sheamus who was raising an eyebrow.

"How'd you know?"

"How'd I know what?You haven't told me what t'e voice said." Punk grew confused and looked around.The T.V. wasn't on,nothing was.Sheamus didn't say it and he didn't either.

"Guess it was just my imagination...well...the voice was calling me a runt." Sheamus grew an confused look.

"Why?"

"Like I would know.I do know that's what I used to be called when I was in middle school.The one that was always made fun of and the shortest.I haven't been called it ever sense seventh grade when I joined wrestling." Sheamus walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

"Let's go fella.I'll take ya back t'a t'e hotel." Punk smiled.

"Do you have a choice?" Sheamus chuckled a bit then the two left the room with their supplies and were headed for the parking lot.

"Punk!Punk!" that happy,high voice made Punk groan and stop.Sheamus and Punk turned around to see A.J. was coming their way.She stopped in front of Punk,smiling.

"I tried to look for you everywhere but when I looked in your locker room.." she looked over at Sheamus then back at Punk,"HE was there to tell me to get out.What's that all about??" Punk sighed and put his bag down then looked at A.J.

"Hey,you would make a real good friend and all but...you coast me a match.And the fact that you're all...fangirling over me isn't going to make me like you.I said I dig crazy chicks,I never said I dated them.Besides....I'm with Stephen." A.J. looked at Sheamus with wide eyes.

"Oh...you...go THAT way,huh?" Punk sighed.

"Yes,and I'm loving it so far.So,if I can ask you to give me some personal space and you not be so crazy,that'll be a lot better for me." A.J. looked at Punk.

"But...how is-"

"Li'ten here miss Phillip doesn't want you near him and I don't eit'er!You're ju't pulling him int'a one of your love games and t'at's not right!We know you want t'a get back at Daniel Byran but for god's sake not like t'is!" Sheamus growled.Punk looked at A.J. who had a hurt face.

"Oh don't let him get to you A.J.You're a nice girl who needs to show Daniel Bryan who's boss.Show him you're stronger but in a different way.He knows that you're officially crazy because you slapped your best friend twice then beat the hell out of her,but show him you're still the A.J. you were before he ever dated you.He disrespected you,and he even embarrassed you.Now if I were you,I'd go up to him after he done a match and slap him,then run out mimicking his yes chant.But that's me.You need to show him who's tough.Okay?" she nodded and Punk smiled.

"Okay fella...let's go back t'a t'e hotel." Punk picked up his bag then turn around and walked off with Sheamus.The two got out of the stadium then went to Sheamus's car,buckling in,"So...why did you say all t'at 'tuff?"

"Because,even though I'm gay doesn't mean I don't respect woman.I know they're fragile so I try not to scream or get mad at them."

"Like you're fragile and I tr'y not t'a scream and get mad wit' ya?" Punk rolled his eyes.

"Don't be calling me a woman."

"But you're my woman." he chuckled.Punk shook his head,smiling at the joke.Or at least he thought it was one.

Later...

Punk was sitting on the couch in his and Sheamus's hotel room.He tried to think of a possible reason why the hell the voice was calling him a runt and who's voice it was.The voice sounded so familiar,yet he couldn't identify it.Like the voice he recognized was just tuned deeper into a more eerie voice.Sheamus's attitude was also worrying him.These days he's been growling a lot more then he ever normally did.

"He wants to kill you..." Punk looked around.It was that voice.The same voice that called him runt,talking to him.

"What?" Punk said confused.

"He's going to kill you,runt." A reply.So the voice can talk back to him.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly.

"He's coming to kill you." Punk growled.

"I asked who you were!If you don't want to answer me that then who are you talking about?"

"You don't know?You poor,pathetic little creature." Punk growled again.

"Get out of my head!!!"

"You were warned,runt." Punk huffed as the voice went away.It'll reply,it just doesn't reply to what Punk really wants to know.He's coming to kill you.What did it mean by that?He had a feeling who the voice was talking about...but he would never try to kill him or anyone else.The door opened to the room then Punk heard a loud slam.He got up from the couch and walked over to where the door was,and there stood Sheamus,looking furious.

"Is everything okay Stephen?" Punk asked.Sheamus looked at him then huffed.

"I need a beer." Sheamus walked passed Punk into the kitchen.Punk crossed his arms,hating the fact that he allows Sheamus to even buy beer.Punk walked into the kitchen to see Sheamus drinking a bottle of whiskey,well,more like chugging it down.

"Better hold up on that.There's such thing as alcohol poisoning,you know." Punk said cautiously,trying not to bitch at him in his foul mood.Sheamus looked at Punk with daring eyes.

"Don't 'tart t'at nagging again." Punk huffed.

"Well,I wouldn't have to "nag" so much if you would just listen to me and stop drinking."

"Phil it's just one drink.'Tis not like I drive drunk and drink my brains out."

"That's what everyone said in High School." Sheamus sighed and poured out the rest down the sink then put the bottle down on the counter.

"I'm sorry fella.I don't want t'a drink in front of ya." Sheamus spread his arms out so he could give Punk a hug.Punk sighed then walked over to Sheamus,hugging him tightly.

"Can you at least tell me why you left then came back so pissed?" Sheamus pushed him away.

"...I rat'er not talk about it...." Punk gave him an confused face.

"Why?" he asked.Sheamus stood there for a while,not daring to answer his question.Punk crossed his arms.

"How 'bout we go play some Mario Kart to get your mind off of it?" Punk turned around and walked to the "living room",as they call it.Sheamus looked over at the bottle then at Punk,thinking carefully about what he should do.Before Punk knew it,he heard a loud crash noise and everything went pitch black for him.Sheamus had knocked him out with the bottle.

Hours later...

Punk groaned as he slowly woke up with a major headache.He looked around and saw he was laying against a wall,noticing he was sitting across from Sheamus.Punk looked at Sheamus then noticed he had something in his hands,he wanted to talk to him yet no words could come out of his mouth.

"Fella," Sheamus looked up at him with a smile on his face,a smile of insanity mixed with caring,"I got a present for you." He handed the box to Punk.Punk looked at the box for a second,wondering why it would be a bit heavy.He looked over at Sheamus,who was waiting for him to open it.Punk looked down at the box again,then grabbed the lid.He slowly opened the box,not knowing whether he was going to regret opening it or not.When it was fully opened,he was confused on what it was.He looked over at Sheamus,who was still smiling.

"A.J. t'inks she can 'teal your heart...so I ripped her's out." Punk's eyes grew wide open as he looked in the box again,realizing that it was A.J.'s heart.Punk dropped the box then tried to scoot back,but the wall was in is way from getting away from the terror.He dug his head into his arms and knees,completely terrified.

"Look at you,worm." Punk looked up and he was in complete nowhere.Everything around him was black,and the only thing he could hear was the voice,"I warned you,didn't I?You got what was coming to you,rat."

"Get out of my head!You're making me see things!" there was a wicked laughter that haunted through the air.

"You want to see things?!Here you go,runt!See the world as it is today,outside of your little WWE!!!" images of endless killing began to race through the black space,and Punk was in the middle of it all.One image was of two people,one getting their guts ripped out of them viciously.Others were people getting blown to pieces,burned in fire,buried alive,necks getting snapped,and people getting eaten alive by animals.Punk held his head tightly,closing his eyes as tightly as he could as he heard loud gunshots being fired from all around him.

"STOP!" he screamed out.

"What's the matter?You can't handle the killing?Why not?You've killed before too." Punk opened his eyes.

"N-no I haven't...."

"You can't remember?You killed your husband.But that doesn't matter.Stephen is dead and it's all your fault." Punk watched as the pitch black faded into his "living room" slowly.He looked as Sheamus's dead body in front of him and tears started to form up in his eyes.He felt something running down his arm then he looked at his hands,seeing they were drenched in blood.Everything faded back to the pitch black space and Punk continued to stare helplessly at his hands.

"You're such a pitiful sight,worm.If you're not careful...this could be were you're going to for Hell!" Punk woke up in a room that looked like a jail cell.He looked around cautiously,trying to recall what the hell just happened.Yet he didn't remember a thing after he dropped the box.He looked around at the empty room,then cradled himself near the corner.

"Frarajacka...frarajacka..murder him..on the table...he says 'please don't kill me!',I say 'but I have to!'...they all want him dead,they all want him dead...." he whispered out.He knew he was driven insane by that voice to sing that,but what else did he have an option to do?He stared at the wall in complete silence,then got straight up from sitting as the door opened to his jail-like room.

"You got bailed out." a man said.Punk walked unsure to the door,he looked at the man for a minute before getting pushed toward the exit.Punk walked out of the building then looked up at the sign.Mental Hospital.How the hell was he driven into this?He walked out to the parking lot to notice a familiar car,Sheamus's car.He suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder,and he turned around to see Sheamus.

"St-Stephen....??" Sheamus looked at him and hugged him tightly for a long time,"Stephen wh-what happened??" Sheamus gave no answer,"Stephen plea-" Punk suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and screamed.

"You crazy ba'tard...'tis is for almost killing me." he pushed Punk down onto the hard concrete and showed him a visible knife he had,pouring down with Punk's blood.Sheamus sat down beside Punk,ripping off his shirt.

"Wh-wh-wh-" Sheamus silence Punk as he put the knife near his stomach.

"Let me end your misery." Sheamus quickly stabbed Punk's side,making him scream louder and clutch onto the ground.Sheamus dragged the knife across Punk's stomach,pulling the knife out when he reached the other side.Punk laid there,motionless in dire pain.Soon to die from blood loss.Tears started to roll down Punk's face as he kept on thinking why the hell Sheamus would do this.

"Sweet dreams..." Sheamus huffed out as he slowly stood up and looked down at Punk.Punk shut his eyes tightly,knowing the pain would soon end him and he'd have to go back to that awful,pitch black place with that awful voice.When he opened his eyes,he saw he was laying his head on a table in the cafeteria of the hotel.He sat up and looked around,no one was there and the lights were out.He looked out of the window to see it was night time,what he guessed to be around three o'clock in the morning.He felt his stomach to see if there was anything wrong with it,and there wasn't.No pain,nothing.Could that all have been just a dream?He slowly got up from his seat then headed for the doors.

"Runt..." Punk eyes flew open has he stopped reaching for the door and froze.