Gon looked at his friend in horror as he realized that Illumni had taken over Killua with his Nen abilites.

Gon clutched Killua's shoulders and stared into his eyes. The big, brown honest eyes that had so often captured Killua before now didn't reach his blank eyes.

Killua's eyes were wide and expressionless. They were empty, yet they seemed to hold in their depths a thousand years of suffering, and pain, and despair all narrowed down to the glinting tips of a pure, cold hatred. Those eyes were untainted by hope or love. They were like claws, piercing through Gon's heart with the power of a million knives. Inwardly Gon was shrinking back. Those eyes...those eyes were merciless. But Gon didn't step back. Gon didn't so much as wince. He felt that if he left his friend now, when he needed him most...it would be the same as stabbing him. He would not betray his friend. He would never betray Killua.

"Killua. Killua! KILLUA!" screamed Gon.

No matter how loud he shouted, Killua did nothing.

Killua's eyes glinted suddenly. Blood lust seemed to be leaking from him, out of his eyes and from his hands like some invisible gas that only Gon could smell. It was as if the will to kill was all that was keeping Killua alive at that very moment. But this wasn't the Killua that Gon knew. The Killua that Gon knew laughed at his bed hair in the morning and ate chocolate with his breakfast. The Killua that Gon knew kicked him in the shin whenever he said something embarassing, but then would immediately loose in a tickling war against him. The Killua that Gon knew would never hurt him.

Suddenly, Killua's hand was in Gon's side.

Gon's eyes widened in pain and shock. He clutched Killua's shoulders tighter, shaking him. Blood was all over their shirts. Gon felt as if every breath he was taking was the same as a million knives slicing through his throat and stomach.

Very slowly, Killua began sliding his hand out of Gon's body. Hot blood splattered everywhere. Dispite the pain of doing so, Gon continued to urge Killua to snap out of it.

"Killua!"

Gon's vision swam, but he did not back down from his friend. He continued to stare into those pale, unseeing eyes. His efforts were only rewarded, however, with the emptiest of recognition like that of some pale specter.

Killua was stiff and empty, like a shell. Gon shook him, his eyes welling with tears of pain and frustration.

"Oh, so he hasn't killed you yet."

Gon leaned his sweaty forehead against Killua's, closing his eyes. He didn't even bother to turn around to see that it was Illumni who stood there.

"Let him go." whispered Gon. Illumni tilted his head.

"LET HIM GO!" screamed Gon, whirling around. Pain erupted through him at the motion, but he didn't care. He was going to make Illumni give Killua back. He was going to get Killua back.

Gon stared in shock and confusion as he saw Illumni holding a video camera. Before Gon could do anything, Killua was standing behind him. With his other hand, he plunged into Gon's other side and heartlessly clutched the muscle.

When Gon couldn't scream anymore, Illumni considered what to do with him. Something about the boys determination and stubbornness made him pause. He knew that if Gon wasn't treated soon, he would probably die of blood loss. Judging from the glint in Gon's wide eyes, Illumni knew that the boy was aware of this fact. However, no matter the pain he suffered, he would not give up on Killua. He refused to even hint at betraying his friend. He remembered the promise he made to Hisoka that he wouldn't kill the boy.

"Why don't you fight back?" asked Illumni in a monotone voice.

Killua slowly extracted his hand from Gon's side. Blood gushed. Gon wreathed in pain and fell to his knees.

"I won't fight...a friend." whispered Gon. He gasped. The pain was so great that his vision was black. His nose was clogged with the smell of blood. His blood.

Killua brought his hand back, and thrust it at his chest. Gon waited for the impact and closed his eyes once more.

Suddenly a warm hand rested over his heart. Gon opened his eyes. Killua's hand was normal, but his eyes still held that blank expression.

Suddenly a chop connected with his lower neck, and he fell, unconscious. Illumni stood over Gon, video camera in hand. He had switched the camera off just before Killua had touched Gon on the chest. Killua slumped and fell onto the blood soaked bed. Everything was red. Quickly, with the deft skills of an assassin, he had left a DVD in Killua's blood stained hands. When he watched it, he would see the whole scene unfold. Him, torturing Gon.

Killua could only assume that Gon was dead. The last bit of the clip showed him dealing the death blow.

Illumni slung Gon over his shoulder and rushed him to the hospital under a different name. By the time he recovered, it would be too late. Killua would be gone, and they would never see each other again.

Illumni, seeing his work complete, headed back for home. His mother would want to hear about this.

Pulling out his headphones, Illumni began to a new soundtrack.

On the glowing screen of his iPod read the words: Gon's Screams.

Illumni felt like humming, but he didn't.

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