Death's Poker 3

Punk took a deep breath as he approached a hotel door. He held Cherry close and knocked on the door with great caution. He waited a few seconds for the door to open.

"Mr.Phillip? What are we doing?" Punk looked at Cherry, then back at the door.

"Asking the only guy left that I think can help me...." the door opened and Randy walked out, rubbing his eyes.

"The hell do you want?" Punk frowned and held Cherry close.

"Have you seen my tweets?"

"Hell no. Does it look like I give two shits to follow you on Twitter?" Punk sighed.

"Well, I found this girl when she was in a car wreck, and we both saw her parents die. She doesn't have a family, so... I was forced to take her in..." Randy glared at Cherry then back at Punk.

"You said you never wanted kids."

"Well, big change of plans, obviously. You gonna help me or not?"

"What do you need help with?" Punk sighed.

"Her education and her friends. Hunter told me I needed to do SOMETHING before the next live RAW event... and that's really only one more day..." Randy laughed.

"Well, I do have a daughter. Then again, I have a wife too. You don't have a wife and I'm sure you don't even have a girlfriend. Either way your so screwed." Randy smiled at the last statement he said, and it only made Punk frown.

"Screw you Randal. I need help."

"Help is when you give that girl up to a foster home. You-"

"Stop it you big ol' stupid meany face! Mr.Phillip can raise me! Not some dumb foster home!" Randy glared at Cherry with a cold glare, making her scared and hang onto Punk.

"Did she just call you Mr.Phillip?" Randy turned his attention back to Punk.

"Yeah, so what?"

"So that is the first thing you start off with! Hunter is just trying to make you realize how hard a child can be. I don't think he's at all worried about her education and her friends. I think he's worried about what happens if she gets in the way of your job." Punk looked at Cherry for a bit, then looked down at the ground.

"Hunter doesn't care about me. If I left, he'd be happy." Randy shook his head.

"We all would be a mess, Phillip. He's worried that if she gets in the way, other people would realize they have a family too, and they might go home as well. I'm sure he can very well pay for her education and the superstars and divas here can be her friends." Punk looked at Randy.

"You serious?"

"Shyeah. Why wouldn't I be? Get yourself plane tickets for both of y'all and relax." Punk sighed.

"Thanks, Randal."

"Don't thank me," Randy looked at Cherry," thank that girl for being a pain in the ass." After, Randy slammed the door. Cherry frowned.

"....I can't call you Mr.Phillip?" Punk looked at Cherry.

"No, no of course you can. He was just joking around... Now let's go to Wal-Mart." Cherry smiled when Punk did, then they took off.

In Wal-Mart...

"This one!!" Cherry squealed, yanking on a dress with long sleeves, pink all over with little bunnies on it and jewels. Punk sweatdropped and grabbed the dress, putting it in with the other things like boots and gloves and such. Cherry skipped through the little girls cloths and looked around more for some pretty things she could wear, then she gasped, "OH MY GOSH! ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE!" Punk looked at Cherry who was holding a Cheshire Cat doll, and he raised an eyebrow at the Despicable Me reference. He hated cartoony movies, but it had been one of the Sunday things that him, John, Sheamus and Randy do and they were bored and decided to watch it for kicks. Cherry yanked on Punk's shirt,"CAN I HAVE IT? PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?!" Punk sighed.

"We only came for clothes."

"B-but I love the Cheshire kitty...." Punk huffed out a laugh. Cheshire Cat obsessions were rare, you didn't see it everyday.

"I don't know. Maybe next time." Cherry put it back and sighed, then slumped off to the next isle. Punk smiled and grabbed the toy, and stuffed it in the basket, hiding it under the clothes. There was her Christmas present. He followed Cherry and saw that she was staring at something. He didn't know what it was, so he walked over to her,"Cherry?"

Cherry pointed,"There, Mr. Phillip... Don't you see? A clown... In Wal-Mart..." Punk looked at where she was pointing, and after focusing a little, he saw it. The clown was going through people, trying to make kids laugh. Yet they ignored it. Punk frowned.

"Let's go."

"But we have to help it..." Punk shook his head.

"It's a ghost. Nothing we can do."

"Maybe if we help it, we can make it rest in peace?" Cherry looked at Punk and Punk looked back at her.

"Alright. You stay near the cart and I'll go talk to it." Cherry nodded and ran back to the cart and watched as Punk walked to the spirit clown. The clown looked at Punk, and Punk waved,"Hey.... How ya doin'? Listen... No one can see you so... I don't know what you're trying to accomplish..." Punk looked around and other people stated at him, making ugly faces at him,"WELL GO AWAY." people rolled their eyes and walked off, and Punk looked back at the clown.

"You see me?" the clown asked. Punk shrugged.

"Yeah. And hear you." the clown smiled.

"Want a balloon?" Punk frowned.

"Do I look five?" the clown laughed and got out a balloon and formed it into a balloon sword.

"Here ya go..." the clown handed Punk the balloon sword.

"Yeah... Thanks? Now look you gotta g-"

"Want to see a real sword?" Punk raised an eyebrow.

"No! Look you-" the clown got out a sword that had purple mist forming around it.

"This was my act when I was alive... GIVING KIDS SWORD FIGHTS!!" the clown laughed historically and Punk backed up.

"Wait a second yo-" before Punk could finish the sentence, he clown stabbed the sword through the balloon and through his chest, pinning Punk to the ground, gasping for breath.

"I always loved this act... until... I was killed... And buried under this store... For centuries I've tried to get someone to talk to me... Now... I can rest in peace! I've killed one last time!" the clown laughed and vanished as Cherry screamed and came to Punk's side. Punk was still gasping for breath, and Cherry tried to pull out the sword, not prevailing.

Cherry screamed,"SOMEBODY! PLEASE! HELP!" Punk gasped again as he saw his vision blur. People rushed over to him and he could hear people calling 9-1-1. He gasped again as he grabbed the sword and yanked it out, throwing it to the side. People looked at him weird because they couldn't see the sword. Punk screamed as he felt his wound burn and he ripped the balloon from the wound. Cherry stood there, tears in her eyes and someone went close to her. Punk couldn't really hear what the woman said to her, but he heard what Cherry said to the woman.

"He's my daddy! He can't die!" Punk groaned and shut his eyes tightly in pain. Daddy? Even for lying, he'd thought he'd at least be an uncle. Why daddy? Punk turned his head and opened his eyes one last time. All he saw where people crowding around him, but one was glaring down at him. The man knelt down beside him and gasped as he touched his forehead, then, everything fast forward in time. By the time he knew it. He was sitting up and looking at one of the paramedics, still in the store, but everyone was out. It was closed.

"What happened?" the paramedic looked down at him.

"We want to say a heart attack, but.... When we got here, you were fine. Pulse normal, everything. Just we couldn't lift you up, like, you where magnitized to the ground... so, I stayed here with your daughter and kept her safe until you woke up. We also checked out your items for you while you were unconscious." Punk looked around.

"Where's Cherry?"

"She's using the restroom. She was crying every second while you were asleep. I honestly didn't know she had that much tears in her." Punk sighed.

"Time?"

"Eight." Punk facepalmed himself.

"They closed the store?!"

"Had to. We wanted to make sure you were safe." Punk got up and walked over to his cart with all his bags in it.

"Well... Thanks.." The paramedic went over to him.

"We have to get you to the hospital."

"I'm fine."

"I insist."

"I'm fine."

"I really suggest-"

"Im FINE!" Punk turned around and the paramedic glared at him. Punk's eyes widened at the paramedic's shape shifted, and he turned into a woman, blood covering her face and her hair messed up. Her arms and legs were replaced with blades, and she wore a tattered dress.

"That....clown....should've....killed....you.....you.....TOOK....MY....BABY." Punk froze.

"Bloody fucking Mary...." the woman laughed.

"She...calls....you...Daddy...." Punk shook his head.

"You're wrong... She doesn't..."

"SHE'S MY BABY!!!!!! LOOK!!!" Punk was forced to turned his head as he looked at Cherry, her hair messed up, and blood on her face as well. She also had a tattered dress and blades for arms and legs.

"Cherry!" Punk screamed. Bloody Mary laughed.

"KILL!" she stabbed Punk with her blades, and Cherry ran up to them both, and everything went black before he could see her stab his head. Punk woke up on his hotel bed and breathed in and out deeply. He ran his fingers through his buzz cut and looked at Cherry, who was eating McDonalds and watching Veggietales.

"....Cherry?" Cherry looked at him.

"Yeah Mr.Phillip?" Punk looked around. He saw a pink suitcase and a present that was wrapped. He looked back at Cherry, eyes wide.

"When.... did we get back to the hotel?" Cherry smiled.

"Earlier after we got something to eat! It's lunch time!" Punk took out his phone from his pocket and saw it was 12:47 PM. He took another deep breath.

"Did... I fall asleep?" Cherry shrugged.

"You've been silent ever since Wal-Mart. You had a blank stare and it kinda scared me... But I got over it." Punk shivered.

"I..."

"You ordered our plane tickets to leave tomorrow, you wanted mr to remind you after you woke up." Punk sighed. The hell happened to him? He shook his head. He felt Cherry tugging on his shirt, and he was offered a chicken nugget by Cherry,"Chicken nugget?" she asked, smiling. Punk smiled and took the chicken nugget and ate it, and watched Veggietales with Cherry.