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Say Goodbye to Your Life

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Published: Sep 2, 2013

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_{It had been months and Punk did not have one trace of possible fear in him. He didn't know what happened to him during his break from WWE- but ever since he came back he had been a lot happier. He surely thought life was swell, and now nothing could ever overcome him again and bring him down. No longer did he think that everything was an illusion. No longer was it that he could not tell the difference between what was real and what wasn't. He was happy. He was awesome to hang around with again.

That is...

Until it all changed August 26, 2013.

It was after RAW had ended, and Punk had very little medical attention, and that was because he did not want any. He didn't really care, all he wanted was to get his hands on Heyman and he was sure to be able to at Night of Champions. The mere thought of it made Punk grin. The straight edge got on his street cloths and as tired as he was, he tried and tried to force himself to try to get to his hotel. Though he didn't succeed, because as soon as he finished packing his things together, he slumped onto the bench and took in a deep breath.

Damn... ever since Summerslam, he didn't really recover right. And it was all that damn Brock's fault. He huffed a bit and when he tried to get up, he couldn't. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Maybe he was THAT tired that his body was going to refuse him getting up, and that was what he was afraid of. He rolled his eyes and he tried to get up again, and he failed. Great... was he stuck? He got out his phone from his pocket and right before he was about to slide the unlock button, everything around him slowly got darker. He looked around and when everything went pitch black, he gulped. Was he... passing out? Please...

Please let that be the case...

He looked down at his phone only to find it missing, and when he noticed that- that's when he got up. He looked around some more, and his heart was pounding.

Runt...

Punk gasped at the voice. God! No! Please! Not this! He quickly turned around and when he tried to run, he was stopped by bumping into a harsh figure and falling back on his behind. He glanced at the ground for a bit and slowly looked up to meet his worst...
nightmare...

Shade.

The straight edge quickly scooted back, getting up and he gulped again, but made his look fierce. He frowned, "I.... Shade... I'm... I'm.. not afraid of you anymore!" he announced. Though all it received was a mere laugh.

"Ahhh..." the all too familiar, eerie voice began, "Are you kidding? I can practically smell your fear..."

Punk gulped again, clutching his fists and raising them up in front of him. This received yet another laugh.

"So you think you can fight me now, huh? You've tried before... you've tried everything... nothing's changed..." Shade inched closer, but Punk stood his ground. This received a grin from the Shadow Person, and a split second later, Shade appeared in front of the smaller and kneed him in the stomach.

Punk let out a yelp in pain, one; from earlier that night in his segment, and two... why wouldn't it hurt? He fell down to the pitch black ground, his head pressed against it and his stomach arced in nothing but pain. While one hand grabbed the aching spot, the other stayed in front of his head.. clenched, and shaking. Shade, on the other hand, stood in front of him and laughed once more.

"So, so weak... you've always been, runt." Shade wondered behind Punk, his hand forming one of his famous shadow claws, and he pressed the fingers of the claws against the top of Punk's back. This action made Punk's eyes shoot wide open, and his now clenched hand raked against the ground as he slowly dragged it backwards. He felt a hot liquid run down his eyes and his nose. He was crying already. Being away from his hell had made him so relieved... so.. peaceful.. that he was vulnerable now. He gulped again.

"Not afraid, huh?" the eerie voice said once again, and in almost a heartbeat- the claws quickly raked down the second city saint's back, making him throw his body up and scream out in pain as he could feel the blood splatter from his back. He felt his shirt get drenched in his blood and more tears came. He fell back to the ground, nothing but whimpers coming from him as he felt Shade hover over him, keeping him pinned against the ground and he bent down, whispering, "Consider my absence a simple break... but now I am back... and I am hungry for your fear... never sleep again, runt.... keep that fear with you... keep me on your mind... believe nothing is real..." as he listed the things, he ran his hand down Punk's waist, only stopping when he reached his inner thigh, "And... surely enough... you will be my runt again... consider this your only warning..."

And with that, everything vanished. The locker room was back, but what remained changed was that now Punk was laying on the floor, three deep, bloody claw marks on his back, his shirt nothing but the tone of red, and if he thought he couldn't move before- he couldn't now. He looked at his phone that had dropped out of his hand, and even with his blurred vision, he tried to reach for it.

But nothing worked.

He was whimpering in pain and now the fear was back. Something he thought he finally got rid of was back... and now as he tried to reach for his only hope.. his vision got blurrier and blurrier until he eventually passed out.

Never sleep again...
Keep the fear...
Keep him on his mind...
Believe nothing is real..

Never.. sleep... again...}