Bleeding Red (CM Punk WWE)

Thirty-Six- Catastrophe

PJ felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He found he didn't know what day it was or how much time had passed. He was beginning to have a hard time telling apart what was real and what wasn't. He could see black. A lot of black as his body was seemingly lifted into the air before being dropped somewhere that seemed to be even darker. He heard voices, they seems close yet distant and he felt movement. It felt as if his body was moving but he knew he was lying still. There was no way he could possibly move. He didn't know if his eyes were cut or if it was just dark. He didn't know if he was still breathing or if he was slipping away for dear life. If this was really the end then he felt strangely at peace. He thought of all the love he'd met, He had no regrets, if it all ended now, he felt set. He thought back to the last image he had in his mind, the most beautiful one. The image of Corazon smiling at him as she tried to recall who he was, the image of her kneeling beside her son, happy, normal. If he died with that image in his mind he didn't care. He felt soft slaps on his face,

"Stay conscious you son of a bitch" someone muttered to him as they continued to slap his face softly, it felt as if they were wearing leather gloves. "You can't die. Not yet" they whispered "can you hear me?"

"Is he breathing?" Someone else asked,

"Barely" the voice from before answered,

"Shit. I wish he wasn't" muttered a third gruffer voice "it would keep him away from my wife" his wife? Pj thought, there was audible smack

"We're enforcers, not murderers" he heard a female voice say, PJ felt as if his heart had stopped, he realized now who had attacked him. Ruby. "Take the next right" she ordered, "keep him conscious Seth"

"C'mon man stay with us" Seth muttered, the soft slaps happening again. "Dean give me that water bottle" he ordered,

"Take the next left" he heard Ruby order coldly,

"The one I'm about to drink?!" Dean gasped "no way!"

"Dean! Give me the damn water! He's slipping away!" Seth yelled,

"Give him the fucking water" Ruby growled, soon PJ felt his body go cold, for a moment he suspected he had died but soon realized that he had been drenched in water. He tried to open his eyes but they felt swollen shut.

"Is alright?" Dean asked, Seth sighed relieved,

"Yeah, he's alright. I think he's gonna be fine"

"And I'm still thirsty" Dean muttered

"It's here" Ruby muttered, "picket fence" she scoffed, "the Monte Carlo is out front..." He felt the vehicle stop. There was the sound of buckles snapping open before his body was being lifted. Before he knew it he was being dropped, pain shot through his entire body. He felt something get thrown on him before they rang a doorbell before a door opened.

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Punk hadn't heard much from PJ since he had last seen him even though he had texted him about a million times, assuming they didn't get through he called, left voicemails, and finally just settled on texting him the address. Now he found himself standing nervously in front of Corazon and Ivan's house, anxiously adjusting his collared shirt. There was as light breeze and he caught a whiff of cologne, jeebus was that him?! Had he overdone it?! He turned to go air out when he heard the door open.

"Phil! I thought someone was at the door" he heard Corazon call, he turned embarrassed to find her standing in the doorway. It was incredible how much she had changed yet stayed the same. She stood before him, the same twinkling light brown eyes with the blue black sapphire onyx hair, but now wearing a pencil skirt and lace blouse, pearl earrings with a matching necklace. She looked like ordinary upperclass house wife, a trophy wife. He was mesmerized, this is what he could've been coming home to the last 3 years....yet he found he was missing something.