I would like to thank Kassandra for the inspiration because…well, she is always mah inspiration, XD. Codeh for RP-ing stuff out with meh so I know where I'm going with this fic…X3. The songs that have inspired this fic is both "A Tout Le Monde" by Megadeth and "Undying" by Flowing Tears. Instead of Lily, it's Jeff though, XD. Both excellent songs if I do say so…but I'm focusing more on the Megadeth one.

Title: A Tout Le Monde
Rated: +18 - language; violence; sex
Summary: Mark brainwashs his little victims into thinking that they should commit to their Masters and that they're banned from feeling anything but happiness, even at the darkest moments. Jeff/Mark.
Genre: Horror/Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1

Tiny little feet continued to run towards his destination.

He stopped for a moment, only so wide green eyes would stare at a store filled with delightful little pieces of candy all wrapped in a box. Pretty colorful translucent wrappers that wrapped around pieces of hard chocolate and lovely solid toffee. Pieces of cakes adorned the store, cake in different flavors and icing, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, mixtures of the three, adorned with pretty red roses and lovely little green leaves.

Jeff's hand touched the cold icy glass that was barring between him and the delightful treats.

Jeff blinked once, tears gathering near his eyes. He was famished and seeing food so well done and beautiful made Jeff want to bring one of those home but instead, the nine year old that had his sick mother in bed, his father who had been killing himself just to help her, and his brother who ignored him and pushed him just because he could.

Jeff's tongue ran along dry, chapped lips.

He wanted the food so bad…he was so hunger and today was his birthday. He'd just turned nine years old. He pulled out the allowance he'd saved for a year. He'd saved half of what he'd gotten and put it his black red-polka-dotted socks. He'd hide everything in his socks, from tiny pictures to pretty earrings he'd found in the street. He just didn't like Matt breaking and ruining his things anymore. He always wore them when he went out, just in case, and today, he had gotten up extra early in the morning to run off and try to find a present for his Mother. Pretty things made Jeff happy…it would make her happy, too, right?

His parents wouldn't wake up for another three hours and Matt another four. Jeff stared at the $30 in his hands. This might not seem much to other people but to the nine year old, it was like he was holding treasure into his hands. He turned around towards the store and seen how expensive some of the things were. He might have to give away all his money for it. Jeff shook his head, leaned down to put the money back into his socks. Then his hand went up to a man who was standing there, a man wearing dark black clothing and had black hair and scary looking eyes. He looked about in his twenty's.

Jeff was turning around, about to run away from the man when he grabbed onto Jeff's tiny, fragile hand. Jeff stared at him with scared little green eyes. The man leaned down to hold onto Jeff's face.

"…where are you going, you pretty little boy? Mark here is going to take you back to a safe little place he calls his home…"

Mark's face was so close to Jeff's, a kiss was placed onto Jeff's face, causing a shock of terror to burn through his scared little heart. A smooth pale tan knee tried to kick Matt in his leg but it wasn't good enough to hurt him. Jeff was defenseless and Mark was engulfing Jeff's fear like a love potion.

"Let gwo of me…" Jeff said, blonde strands of hair in front of his face. "Let gwo!"

Mark pushed him towards the glass window, and Jeff hit his head badly, causing a pounding headache to rise. Mark grabbed onto Jeff's arms and without anyone in sight in this early morning, Mark slammed Jeff back and back into the brick-made building, enough to rapture his head as blood seeped out of the back of his head. Jeff let out a whimper of pain. Tears burned down his eyes, as his shoulders shook in terror.

"…would you come with me now?"

Jeff shook his head, closing his eyes because he was afraid of Mark punching him or doing worse to the sweet little child. Instead, Mark smirked, 'oh, Jeffy…Jeffy…Jeffery Nero Hardy…" Jeff's heart thudded ten times faster, how did he know his name? "God, Jeffery, Jeffery, Jeff… you wanna go back to your dying Mother, your arrogant brother and the father that never loved you?"

Jeff's eyes slowly fluttered open only to spill tears quickly.

"No. They don't like you, Jeffy. You're not special. Matt is special. You aren't. I have to make you pretty…I have to make you special…" Mark's fingers entwined into blonde hair. "Only pretty, special people can help people, you know? You can't help your sick Mommy. No…because you're not special and you're not pretty, not like Matty is."

Jeff just stared at him, as if waiting to be guided through a dark tunnel and to reach a light at the end of it. "Mommy sways I'm spewical…you're lying to mes!"

"No, she's lying to you," Mark pinched Jeff's cheek and laughed as Jeff winced slightly. "She doesn't want her Jeff to feel like he can't do anything but she believes that you're nothing to her. She never loved you. No, Matt was the one. You're just a face for them to see…nothing more. Come with me, Jeffery and I'll make you special. I'll make you mine. All my little ones are special."

Jeff stared down at the ground as if he was waiting for an answer to somehow slap him in the face but nothing happened. Nothing at all. Jeff nodded in defeat, tears bubbling out of his eyes. "I'm unwovlabe…"

"Unlovable," Mark smirked, 'yes you are but I'm gonna love you. I'm going to show you what love is. And how much it hurts. Just…smile for me, why don't you? Smile…" Mark commanded.

Jeff nodded his head, and then a soft smile tugged at his lips.

"Yes. Just keep doing that because smiles make Mark happy and the happier Mark is, the more he'll help you."

"Smiles makes the wowld go wound!" Jeff exclaimed, jumping up and down, and grinning and Mark held Jeff's wrist again and pulled him away from the store and away from the lights, just as the sun gleamed brightly into the blue sky. Mark smirked. Jeff didn't know what he was capable of, what pain he'll make him feel, just that he had to smile no matter what or Mark wouldn't be as happy, would he not?

"You know what are pretty?"

Mark and Jeff walked towards a black house. The outside of the house was enough to make Jeff whimper but he didn't. Instead, he walked alongside of Mark, trying to keep strength while he passed through broken windows, dead mice and a thousand bloodied knifes, scalpels and such. Jeff bit down his lower lip and turned up to look at Mark, in pure fear.

"N-n-no…" Jeff said softly.

"Pets." Mark said, leaning down beside him with eyes made of happiness so that Jeff would smile back at him. "And pets are always happy, aren't they? They always have something to smile about and happiness is also pretty…you're gonna be my pet, Jeff and I'm gonna be your little Master. You're going to have to listen to me and not talk back at me, okay? And I'll give you food and shelter. When it's time, I'm going to take you back to your house…and your family will love you…or else, your Mother will die. She'll die, Jeffy."

Jeff's eyes widened in pure pain and terror as he nodded towards Mark, trusting him completely and honestly. "I down't want my Mommy to die…I wove her! I really do! I really do! I down't…"

"Now, Jeff…" Mark shook his head, "smile at me. Do it."

Jeff's frown turned into a beaming grin and Mark nodded towards him. Jeff kept the smile playing across his lips, warm and lovely. Mark watched as Jeff clapped his hands into happiness when he kept on smiling for around two minutes. Mark brought out a dead baby's body out of his cot, causing Jeff to jump up a bit. "It's a toy, Jeff…you like toys, right?"

Jeff nodded his head. "It's a scwawy toy…"

And used to be alive. Mark added on, smirking at him. Jeff only held the baby girl into his hands, staring at her. Black hair and pale flesh, "hey, she wooks wike my Mommy's wong lost sister!"

Mark nodded. But you'll never know that that's really her, Jeffery. No, you won't. Mark grabbed onto Jeff's hand and pulled him near the cot, bringing out a camera as he told Jeff to sit down. He'd given Jeff a knife in one hand and told him it was a toy as well, but it was real, a tiny knife with blood staining it. "Okay, Jeffery, I'd like you to look up at me and smile. Smile pretty for the pictures. Smiling is what makes you pretty, pet…"

Jeff nodded and gave a big beaming grin, holding the 'toy' knife right and Mark snapped the picture as Mark grinned. "You can keep your toys." Mark truly didn't care if Jeff was a nine year old who was running around with a knife.

Jeff stared at the 'toy' in his hands. "It's a wnife… Mommy teach Matty how to cooks with this! Are you gonna teaches me stuffs with this too!" Jeff beamed excitedly at him.

"Yes, Jeffery, yes, I'll show you when you get older."

Jeff nodded his head and took his toys in his hands. Mark told him to follow him and Jeff did. He passed through cells and cells of dead people, causing Jeff to shiver. "They're sleeping," Mark said at every cell they passed. They looked dead, with blood falling out of their chests, eyes and between their legs. Their clothes torn and some of them were dying, eyes staring as they screamed at Jeff.

"They down't wike me!" Jeff exclaimed, tears running from his eyes as Mark told him to get it one of the cells. Mark stepped inside with him and shut the cell door with a tiny silver key. Jeff stared at Mark with the tears bubbling from his eyes. Jeff was frowning into his sad little world.

"Now, Jeff…see…this is why Mommy and Daddy and Matty don't like you…you don't smile. Now, smile, Jeffy…smile for me."

Jeff nodded his head and forced a smile to form against his lips. Even through the tears, Jeff made his face enlighten with the beaming smile. Mark smirked at him as he turned towards the cell door. "Now, I'll leave you alone to play with your toys, okay, Jeff?"

Jeff, still grinning his huge grin, nodded his head. Tossing around the knife and 'doll' into his hands, but as Jeff blinked. "Does the doll has clothes? When I buys the Barbies dolls, they always gives me lots of pretty clothes!"

With that, Mark nodded. "Hold on a second." He returned with a box of clothing and put it, searching through it and throwing a perfectly white shirt towards Jeff. It was tiny enough to fit through the dead baby.

After Mark had left, he turned towards a cell where a tiny blonde sat down there with cold blue eyes. "Are you ready?"

Adam nodded his head, smirking. The blonde was dirty, filthy, as if he'd been living in the cell, along with Jeff. He was happy. It showed as he played around with the knives in his hands, ready to just stab something but Adam put his 'toys' down. The thirteen year old walked alongside with Mark, stepping towards the centre of the Devil's symbol.

Adam smiled warmly, letting the dark energy flow in and out, as if his soul was being replaced as he closed his eyes and just thought, the blackness was the air and the air was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Adam opened his eyes towards Mark and nodded his head. "Where is this Jeffery?"

"Playing with his aunt's dead body." Matt chuckled.

Adam grinned and moved to where Jeff was there, watching as Jeff took off the dead girl's dirty with blood pink dress and when Jeff had seen the blood and flesh, he let out a horrid scream.

"Jeff…" Mark smirked towards him.

Jeff looked at him, hyperventilating then after a few moments, a beaming grin stretched across his lips as he put the white shirt over the girl. Jeff picked up the knife and it accidentally slipped from his hand, going into his thigh, Jeff moved a bit and pulled the knife out, wanting to truly throw up at the sight of blood but instead, the grin only stretched wider. "Mark! Lookie! Me and the doll matches!"

"Jeff… tu es joli, le petit ange de Mark, il t'aime."

Jeff just stared at him as if he was talking to an alien but Jeff clapped anyways. "You are going to teaches me stuff too? How to say pretty little things?" Jeff said.

"He's a keeper," Adam said under his breath. "Jeff…petite enfant triste, dans la masion de Mark..."

Tu as joli, le petite ange de Mark, il t'aime = You're pretty, Mark's little angel. Mark, he likes you. *aime can be both like and love*.

Petite enfant triste, dans le masion de Mark... = sad and little child, in Mark's house…

-_- French is rusty. Hadn't taken it for a year. Excuse any mistakes. XD.

MUCH THANKS: to Demoniac Bastard Scorpio for correcting mah suckish French, XD!

X Sam.