I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

Cera sighed as she maneuvered throughout the large mansion. She really didn't want to be here. She sighed and plopped down on the step beneath her feet. She didn't really want to be anywhere. The only thing she wanted was gone forever. Sighing, Cera mumbled incoherently to herself. Why had her dad died? Growling she shook her head as she remembered the fateful scene.

Cera was walking briskly down the streets of Manhattan hastily looking over her shoulder. She knew that they were following her. She gulped as she turned the corner, she was almost home. She smiled as she watched them turn into a confused mass in the midst of the crowd. Blowing out her breath she turned to a quicker pace, she needed to get home. Gripping her backpack, she smiled when the building came into view. Thank God, she was almost home. Cera burst through the front door of the lobby and quickly glanced back. She'd lost them. Smiling Cera turned and talked to Scott the bellhop. She couldn't imagine her life without their little misfit family. Cera's smile faded as she saw the angry silhouette of her father glide through the door. He grabbed her arm. "Care to explain this to me?" he said through clenched teeth. Cera gulped as she read the paper, it was the times she accumulated about the emptying of the store's safe.

"Um." Cane nodded and tightened his grip on his daughter's arm.

"Get upstairs," he hissed. Cera slunk away towards the elevator. She was freaking out. She'd never seen him this mad. Turning around Cera gulped and walked towards the man. She didn't want to be banished without him knowing her side.

"Dad?" she said. The man didn't turn around. Cera lowered her eyes.

"Uh, for what it's worth, I didn't go through with it. I know I disappointed you, but I didn't go through with it. I promise." The man nodded and smiled as his back was away from her.

"Upstairs," he said shortly. Cera nodded. She knew he was pissed. Sighing the girl turned around. She headed towards the elevator once again. "Cera?" The girl smiled.

"Yeah?" As Cera turned around to hear his words, pure anguish spread across her face.

"I love you, girl," he said as the hooded men tore into the small area. Sensing something was wrong, Cane turned just in time to see the two men pointing a gun at his daughter. Sprinting towards her he dove for her body as the first round of bullets rang out.

"Daddy!" she said as the man tackled her to the floor. Cera gulped as the loud noise flooded the area. Cane covered her with his body shielding her from all of the debris. Cera heard her screams, the blood rushing to her ears from the adrenaline, but she smiled at her father's smell. It was so comfortable, and peaceful. She didn't know why, but something about him, made her feel safe. Cera continued to smell the soothing scent of his breath...then she didn't. The girl gulped. With the gunmen gone and the bullets stopped, Cera felt her father's weight sink into her like lead. She gulped and slid out from under him. Nudging him with her foot, she shakily looked around. "Daddy?" She rubbed her bruised arm. "Dad, come on, it's over now." Cera looked down at the warm liquid on her bright green shirt. Cera went dizzy. Blood? She screamed. "Dad!" Turning the man over, she saw the three holes in his abdomen. Tears poured down her cheeks. "Daddy?" The man blinked slowly as if looking off into space. Cera smiled, he was alive. "Daddy?" The man smiled back at her as Cera clutched his head in her hands.

"My jewel." Cera smiled tearily.

"Daddy." The man smiled before blinking one final time.

"I love you," he said in a whisper, then Cera screamed out a wail as his eyes blinked no more.

"Daddy!"

Cera grunted miserably as the vivid memory engulfed her body. She could still smell the blood and the smoke from the bullets. Shutting her eyes quickly, she remembered his captivating scent. That smell. Without a notice, tears began to fall. Cera shook her head. She was so tired of crying. So tired! Not wanting the pain to engulf her anymore, she wrapped her arms tight around her body and curled into a ball. She had to stop it, she had to. Falling into grief, she sobbed, she just wanted her daddy. Shaking her head, her muffled sobs became loud. If she'd just listened to him, this wouldn't have happened. If only, she'd listened. She shook her head in frustration, if only...

Vince walked out of his study and headed for the kitchen. His stomach was growling and a steak would be more than enough to keep him until dinner. He rubbed his hands together at the idea, that would be delicious. He stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the distinct sounds of muffled cries. Choosing to further investigate, he turned on his heel and head towards the noise. He shook his head at the sight. The poor girl was killing herself with sobs. Her body was racked with sobs and her shoulders slumped in pain. He wanted so badly to cover her and shield her from it, but he knew he couldn't. No one would be able to comfort her through this. No one. Vince sighed and slowly walked towards the girl. He knew she didn't want to be touched, she never had, but he knew that he had to help her, he couldn't leave her like this. With as much caution in the world, Vince gently touched Cera on the shoulder. The girl gasped and sunk further into her being. Vince gently knelt down as he stroked the girl's hair. "Cera?" The girl continued to cry. "Sweetie, I know this hurts." The man sighed. "Cera, Sweetie, you know your father loved you very much." Cera continued to cry. Vince was at a loss. He couldn't imagine the trauma of having witnessed the death of a parent. He looked down and up as a realization hit him. "Cera, you know that this is not your fault, right?" The girl shook her head, yes it was. It was all her fault, just like everything else. "No, Cera, it's not." Cera stood up quickly, eyes flushed from fresh tears and pain and shook her head. It was her fault, she knew it, and so did he. Why try to pretend? Cera shook her head and walked off back towards her 'room'. Quickly closing the door and locking it, Cera slid down the hardwood frame. She just wanted this to be over. She hoped against everything that she'd wake up and this would all just be a dream. Gulping, she prayed that it would be true. But more so than not, she simply knew that it wasn't. It simply wasn't. There were no dreams here, this was all the pain of reality. This was just too raw.