I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.
Cera Malloy stared numbly at the casket before her. She rubbed her palms together quickly as she kept her eyes fixed on the blonde haired man before her. She shook her head, all of her life, she'd been looking for someone to help her, someone to love. Her eyes smiled as she remembered the man who had loved her like she was a precious gem.
A dark haired twelve year old girl, walked quietly around the corners of the busy New York intersection. Gritting her teeth she clutched the leather jacket that shielded her from the cold. Sighing, she looked up as the light drops of snow were beginning to fall. She zipped up her jacket, she needed to find money...fast. Quickly she picked a mark and went to work. She bumped into the super tall man ever so slightly and fell to the ground with a thud. He was like rock. "Ouch," she said. The man stared down at her. "Oh, uh, sorry," she mumbled the man smiled at her and extended his hand.
"Need some help?" The girl smiled and accepted the gesture, it was rare that people did nice things for her.
"Thank you," she said before walking off. She grinned, his wallet was fat. It was then she heard the loud wail of an elderly woman.
"Stop her! Thief!" The girl looked around and cursed. She'd taken that lady for hundreds weeks before. Quickly moving into action she sprinted down the street dodging people and things as the cop chased her. She was growing drastically frantic as she took each turn, she needed to lose him. Quickly she darted in and out of people and spun around a corner and down into the subway terminal. She ran for dear life as she realized that the train was about to pull off. Jumping the turnstile and throwing her body forward, she reached the train just as the doors were closing. She smiled as she watched the train lurch away from the angry officer. Still smiling she sat down. Taking a deep breath she thought about her life. Being a pickpocket wasn't so bad, well if you were good at it. She smiled.
"Rough day?" Cera looked up at the scruffy man with short blonde haired man. The girl shrugged.
"No more than usual." The man smiled and pointed towards the now distant officer.
"You call that usual?" The girl shrugged, not caring to answer the question. The man smiled. "You got a name kid?"
"Frankie," she said. The man snorted.
"Yeah, right." Cera gave the man a look.
"Then what's your name?"
"Cane Malloy." Cera rolled her eyes.
"And you were making fun of my name?" The man smiled.
"Yep, because I think you're lying to me." The girl rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, and what are you, a some kind of human lie-detector?" The man shook his head and smiled. He opened his sport coat revealing a badge. Cera's face dropped as the man grabbed her wrist.
"Something like that," he said as he cuffed her wrist to his. Cera grunted, in all of her years, she'd never imagined this would be how she got caught...an undercover narc. She blew the hair out of her face. This would suck.
Scoffing at the memory, Cera continued to stare at the casket. She couldn't believe that the man she'd called dad was now laying lifeless in that casket. She shook her head, it had all been so sudden. She could still hear the sirens... Cera jumped as a man placed his hand on her shoulder. Cera didn't acknowledge the man, she only kept her gaze firmly on her father, or his shell. "I'm very sorry about your loss." The girl rolled her eyes. "Your father was my one of my very good friends, we go back a long way." The man smiled. "I was there when he got his detective license...and when he decided to take you in." Cera stared up at the man with hallow eyes. "I know nothing I say can make the pain go away..." The man knelt down. "But your father wouldn't want you to be by yourself." The man took a deep breath. "He asked me to take you in, if anything ever happened to him. You'll be coming to live with me. Is that okay with you?" The girl just blinked slowly and took a deep breath.
"Whatever," she mumbled, it's not like it mattered. She shook her head, nothing mattered to her anymore.
Staring the white casket covered in the American flag, Cera couldn't help but to feel the overwhelming numbness pulse throughout her body. There was no way that she would be able to make it through this. She brushed her tears away. Why had he left her alone?
Sitting at the man's desk, Cera sighed. She couldn't believe her fortune. She watched as the police station grew quieter with each criminal being taken away and each officer leaving for the night. Cera shook her head, she'd soon be on one of those buses out of here. Cane came and sat on his desk and stared at the scowling little girl. He shook his head, there was something about her. He slammed the folder down on his desk. Cera rolled her eyes, here it comes. "So I just got off the phone with Bronx PD as well as family services, it seems that you're a quite elusive kid." Cera batted her eyes. "They say, you have a record of stealing as well as running away, is that true?" Cera rolled her eyes. The man smiled, "I'll take that as a yes." The man tapped his finger on his lip as he thought. It all made sense now. "You're homeless, aren't you?" Cera rolled her eyes.
"Great observation, genius." The man smiled and shifted his weight.
"I take it, that would also explain why you took a journey to Manhattan today instead of playing your game in the Bronx, right?" Cera smiled. The man nodded. "Alright, you think you're pretty tough, right? Well, I think i've got you. I bet you want some warm hot chocolate and a soft bed to sleep in." Cera snorted, like that'd ever happen. "You probably have never even had a good Christmas either." The man smiled, "see I figured that." He stood up. "That's why you're coming to live with me." Cera shrugged, another foster home. The man uncuffed her and walked her outside. Cera was almost positive that he was trying to get her into the juvenile van without a fight, but to her surprise he walked right past it and towards his red Pontiac Grand Am. "Get in, it's freezing." Cera gave a pure smile for the first time in a long time.
Cera wiped hastily at her tears as the memory faded. Just a memory. She turned her gaze out the window as the limousine travelled down the winding road. Cane Malloy had given her, her first real Christmas. Sure she got presents, and a warm roof, but what she most got was love. She sighed, she was sure that she'd never have another Christmas like that one. Never. No one could love her the way he did. No one.
Vince McMahon watched as the young girl walked sullenly to the room that he'd set up for her. He couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. It seemed like it was just yesterday that Cane had called him asking for help getting the adoption to go through quickly. He sighed, he'd loved Cane like he was his own son. He shook his head, he was known for having all of the answers. Shaking his head, he didn't have any at the moment. None.
In all honesty here, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but hey, it seems like a good idea, right? ;)
Lemme know.
BTW story updates are delayed because school has started and I'm in a process of switching things up. I'm trying to get stuff to you as fast as I can. Thanks to everyone who always reads and reviews!...you guys are great! GOD bless you all.