I finally update on an idea.

I wanted to post it at least after I finished half of 'Torn' but worked on it for a while…I just wanted to finish half of the story before I post it or something. That way I have a bigger chance of updating. Lol.

Twisted

Prologue

She couldn't see the face behind the bloodied white mask. White. She could see the faint hint of his eyes, popping against the soft color of his eyes.

She threw her the picture of his next victim.

She stared at him and she shook her head, "no… no!"

The picture was of a boy, six years old, biting into an apple, no front teeth, hard chocolate eyes gleaming with gleefulness, and flesh so pale it made his entire face enlighten and short black hair.

"No!"

It was stained with blood.

"Isn't he beautiful?"

"You are not touching my son!"

Tears run down her eyes as they take a syringe, with hot liquid and stabs her with cancerous cells and her eyes are on her son, who's staring at this, with droopy eyes, and the sleeping powder mixed with a few antibiotics are getting into his nose, making him fall asleep, hard and the boy tries to open his eyes but he can't.

She's just relieved that he's not watching this.

His eyes are halfway open but she can tell that her son's asleep on the inside and that he doesn't know what's going on at all and as the killer runs his fingers through the boy's hair, the killer snaps his head towards her.

"You can't hurt him! Please!"

The killer motions for a certain person to come forward and so, his son walks towards the boy, staring at him with confused eyes as he takes the knife from the killer and looks at her son.

"Soon, my son, very soon."

The boy simply nods his head as he stares at the sleepy one, and he knows that he'll kill him.

Very soon.

Her eyes are on her son, shaking and staring at those unaware solid chocolate brown eyes.

"Matt…"

Matt's eyes snapped alert.

Wide.

And he spent around half an hour holding onto the thin sheets of his bed, his body shook violently and rigidly and he felt every particle of his being explode with curled pain and burning agony and twisted misery, his eyes were still wide with alert and awareness and fear.

Terror.

His heart raced.

His mind was ready to burst out.

His hair felt rigid and hard against his cold face.

His body was plunged with coldness.

He heard the sound of his cell phone ringing and his eyes stared at it for a while before his hand reached in for the phone and he tried to push aside entangled thoughts of his horrid nightmare as he pressed the phone to his ear. "Yes?"

"Matt? Where are you? You were supposed to be here two hours ago!"

Matt's teeth bit through his lip as he looked at the time and realized that Jeff was right. He was supposed to be at Jeff's new house two hours ago but he had overslept and now that he realized this, he stood up, closing his eyes and deciding that a quick shower was what he needed to forget about this nightmare business.

After all, nightmares weren't real.

Were they?

Droplets of water ran from the shower.

Matt stepped in.

He felt the droplets of cold fire run out of the shower and he closed his eyes to try and relax and let everything fade away as the water was absorbed by his thick skin.

Then he tasted something different than water.

Metallic.

Copper.

Blood.

His eyes snapped in half as he realized that as he fell down onto the bathroom floor, hitting his head, letting the jerky movements of his action shoot pain from his head to his chest and the blood…

It was drops of blood dripping from his hair.

He stood up and walked over to the shower, closing the bloodied water and sat down onto the toilet seat, letting the blood drop from his hair and face.

"You are not touching my son!"

Matt's eyes shot closed up, glued as he stood up once again, opening the knob to see the blood had disappeared and water was now pouring.

But even as he bathed, the scent of blood didn't fade from his head.

So strong.

So suffocating.

"You can't hurt him! Please!"

He stepped out of the shower and shut it to nothing before he took his towel and wrapped it around his waist before walking out of the bathroom.

The scent of cold water still resided.

"Soon, my son, very soon."

Mixed with blood.

"Matt…"

"Jeff…"

"Yeah?"

"I'm not coming."

"Why?"

"I got a lot of stuff on my mind."

"Matt! This is my new house!"

"I promise I have a good reason."

"What's your reason?"

"…"

"I knew it! You just wanted to get away from me!"

And before Matt can object, the horrid dial tone had entered into Matt's head as he let his phone fall onto his desk and his eyes twisted towards the creamy white envelope, with a champagne-colored ribbon attached, glued into a perfect ribbon onto the white envelope, and the scent of blood and cold water was mixed with a type of perfume.

Apple.

Matt held onto the envelope and looked at it.

Matt Hardy.

Why would anyone send him an envelope?

As far as he knew, everyone had their eyes on Jeff freaking Hardy and definitely not him, but as he opened the envelope, very carefully, with his heart ticking every second in thoughts of it being from his father or maybe one of the Divas, but as the letter slipped down towards the desk, his heart thudded.

Matt,

I've watched you grow up. You've become so beautiful, haven't you? I'm not around to sound sappy or corny. That's the last thing I am but I'll tell you this. You've become such a mature adult.

AORR

And here's your prologue.

Long for a prologue really. Lol. Anyways, I'm not sure about this...but I sorta like it.

;) Sam