Here's the next part of 'Lollipop' & enjoy it as much as you can, sweethearts.

& Don't worry, Aly, the fic is going to turn dirty at some point. LOVIES ALL OF YOU. Though now, it's dark & eerie so yeah... XD.

'Our world is special but dull.'

It was supposed to be a nice, warm, cool Saturday afternoon.

Matt had to book a private pool for today, inviting Jeff and Mike, who hadn't talked to each other for far too long and inviting John Cena too, who he had become great friends with after a while and this made Mike not want to go even more but he forced himself out of his hotel bed and wore his clothing and now, he sat down in a navy swimsuit, right next to Jeff, who still wore too flashy purple and green colors but they didn't bother Mike since he had been so used to them while they were young. John took a dip in the pool and Matt followed him, both of them chattering on and on while Mike and Jeff stayed at the edges with their feet dipped into the cold water, relaxing every muscle in their bodies.

"So...?" Mike started, that still playful tone to his voice that Jeff had loved when they were younger.

"We haven't talked in a while." Jeff pointed out the obvious.

Silence engulfed them both again as Mike stared at Jeff, finally seeing that sixteen year old that he used to hang out with and they both embraced each other and in too long, Jeff finally inhaled that soft sweet scent of Mike's, the delightful fresh apple scent that lingered, now mixed with a hint of vanilla and honey, his irresistible poison.

"I missed you."

"Yeah..."

They heard the sound of John Cena laughing which caused them to break the embrace between them both and stare at the dimpled blue eyed man that was still swimming around. "Ladies, are you going to step in the pool or do you have your period?"

Matt chuckled under his breath. "I know Jeff didn't finish his. Damn, Jeff, an entire bucket of ice cream gone in one day! How are you capable of that?"

Jeff crossed his arms over his chest, looking offended and this caused Matt to let out a small chortle as John continued to tell Mike off. "What about you? I know you have mood swings. No one can eat all that candy in one day."

Mike dropped his mouth and Jeff instantly realized the gesture as a smile crept onto Jeff's face and memories flooded through the thirty-two year old's mind. "How rude!"

"You still act thirteen, you know," Matt pointed out the obvious.

"Oh, I know."

"He sure does have hormones of a thirteen year old, too."

"Hey!" Mike exclaimed, breaking John and Matt from their words and making them look straight at Mike who crossed his arms on his chest and had the same offended look that Jeff had and both John and Matt let out a soft chortle before swimming away, leaving Jeff and Mike alone, pondering on their thoughts as too many memories engulfed their minds all at once, the soft brush of the past still lingered in their heads when their soft colored eyes met once more.

"Hey," Mike began, his tone too playful for his own good, "remember your little bathroom incident at Grade 9?"

"Mike, don't you dare remind me!"

Mike smirked and continued to talk. "You and I had a fight in the boy's bathroom and you were drenched in water. Good thing I carry around extra clothes and you say it isn't important. The best part was that you were wearing pure white clothes. And add water?" Mike chuckled.

"It wasn't funny!"

"Everyone can see your thong, Jeff! And remember Matt's reaction?"

Jeff shuddered once, inhaling the humid air around him before he nodded his head.

Mike continued to talk, even if Jeff clearly did not enjoy that conversation at all anymore, "I swear Matt's eyes were threatening to pop out of his head. He was shocked. His innocent little Jeffery turned out not so innocent after all. That was pure gold. Matt had to take you to the Doctor's and give you every type of STD test there was! That was hilarious! Especially when your pants fell down again! You really can't keep your pants up, can you, Jeffro?"

"Very funny." Jeff rolled his eyes, though a delicate smile found its way across Jeff's lips anyways.

"Don't worry, Jeffy. I'm sure that Matt enjoyed your little show." Mike winked and Jeff pushed him playfully towards the floor, causing Mike to pretend to be hurt and after moments of harmful pushing, both erupted into laughter and as a certain memory washed over Jeff's head, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Remember Matt's talent show?"

"Oh yeah!" Mike's smile turned into a full-length grin that framed his pale round face. "We got a new toy race car, the thing was so fast that no one could really see it! And when Matt was practicing his talent, what was it? Juggling or something stupid like that, he stepped back because of being too nervous and fell down when the car went there. His pants fell down that time but boy, he had nothing to be ashamed of."

"Mike!"

"I know. I know. You don't want anyone to know that you just want Matt all to yourself."

Jeff sighed and shook his head. "How am I going to convince you that me and Matty are not fucking each other?"

Mike's eyes enlightened and he shook his head. "That's impossible! We all know that you fell for his ass a long time ago. His perfect, toned, sexy ass," he tried to encourage Jeff to finally acknowledge and admit his hidden feelings for his brother but all Jeff did was roll his eyes and shake his head. "Ohhh, I bet somebody's jealous!"

"I'm not jealous," Jeff snapped, staring at John and Matt, who seem too far away, chattering on and on about things that both Mike and Jeff couldn't hear and didn't care about really for they both knew it could never be anything thought-provoking and they realized that after spying on their sleepovers in high school that nothing worth hearing every came out of their mouths so they continued with their always the same conversation. "I know Cena's gonna get all overprotective when he realizes that his boy's in love with my brother."

"You think?"

"Ha! I knew it! You have a crush on John Cena!" vibrant green eyes glowed in triumph as Mike slapped a hand on his forehead on the 'secret' he'd been keeping since elementary school, that he liked everything John Cena did, he liked Cena but he couldn't say that he loved him and he didn't know why he was so unable to use the word 'love' in any sentence, even when he was forming a simple sentence he can never say 'I love my mother', he'd always say 'I like my mother' and he didn't quite fully understand that but he ushed the thought aside as he smirked. "Now, profess your underlying affections towards your very, very appealing brother."

Jeff rolled his eyes and with sarcasm dripping his every word, he allowed each word to flow thickly. "We've been fucking since high school and we plan on having a wedding in Fiji two weeks from now. It's an elope."

"Aha!" Mike grinned, showing his perfect teeth that glinted at the beam of sunlight that sparked a sparkle of life. "I knew it! Though everyone knows you're a virgin!"

Jeff felt himself flush as he looked away and was happy that even his not too tanned skin can hide the blush that was reddening due to the blood rushing too quickly to his head and he stared back at Matt and John who seemed to had stepped out of the pool and were sipping cans of Mountain Dew and this caused Jeff to stand up to get a Miranda while Mike excused himself, to hop off and shower just before he'd swim around in the pool and he didn't know where he had gotten that habit from either but it had been there with him a long time and as he stripped out of his clothing, stuffing his swimsuit in a bag, he stepped inside of the hot water and let it cascade down his body and a simple smile crossed across his mouth as he felt the warmth of the water before he felt an icy cold rush of a thick substance fall down his back and he looked up to see that instead of water, too much cold bloodied water was falling down and that caused him to jump from his position, staring at the bloodied shower and he reached out his hand to see if this was real or if he was just in this delusional state but when he extended his hand, he realized that the blood was real and he shook his head before running his hand through his damp hair, only to realize that dried blood clots had gathered into his brown hair.

Just as he was about to lean down to pick up his clothes and hop into the next shower, he felt a brush of something against his skin. He looked towards the supposed to be air and there was a man standing there, the man he'd seen long ago, with those same icy eyes glowing in darkness, Mike was about to let out a scream but Cade had already covered his mouth and leaned down towards Mike's face, those eyes widened with shock and horror, the feel of Cade's cold breath against Mike's too delicate skin and a smirk covered Cade's face. "Let's go. Now."

Mike wanted to tell him to jack off but there was something that had condensed in his eyes, a feeling that had made Mike feel uneasy and for a moment, all Mike could do was lean down and dress up, finally feeling the sense of exposure he should've felt moments ago and as Mike slugged his bag's strap around his shoulder, his breath still caught in his throat and thoughts of horror still in his head and Mike didn't even notice that Cade had held onto his shoulder, staring straight into those icy blue eyes of his before Cade told him to walk behind him, but Mike shook his head. "No. I can't trust you."

"You will trust me, doll."

Doll?

Mike blinked several times before taking in the fact that he had been called an inanimate piece of plastic but in some sense, he didn't mind it anymore as he bit down at his lower lip. "I'm not going."

"Big mistake, doll."

Just before Mike could register what Cade could mean by that, Cade had slammed Mike towards the door of the stall, causing Mike to try and fight back but Cade's hands were gripping onto Mike's shoulders too tightly and Cade was somehow stronger than the twenty-nine year old wrestler so he had stopped struggling and fidgeting around as his body tired out. Cade let out a devise smirk as he pulled out a kitchen knife, driving it into Mike's shoulder, and a soft whimper escaped Mike's throat and

Black.

'I told you I'd come for you.'

A long, nice walk around the pool was just what Matt needed.

He took one last swig of his Mountain Dew before he threw the dark bright green can into the trash can and John followed him, doing exactly the same as the brown haired man ran a hand through his hair, feeling the beads of sweat on the weather and just as John was about to walk off, he noticed that Matt was looking at Jeff, staring at him, admiring the blonde's beauty and John couldn't help but smile as he walked towards Matt and held a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you know that he's gonna notice you staring."

Matt chuckled. "Not my fault that I can't help it. He's beautiful."

"Too bad he doesn't know."

Matt nodded his head. "I really want to tell him but--there's the fact that he might not feel the same way. Just freaked out. I am his brother after all."

"You're depressing the Champ, Matty."

"I'm always depressing the Champ. Where's Mike?"

"He went to shower. Apparently, he does that all the time before he actually jumps in the pool." John shrugged off the feeling in his shoulder just as both friends moved towards the bathroom, mainly because they wanted to prank Mike but when they had seen the body on the floor, every particle of him drenched in cold, dried blood, both John and Matt would've died there on the floor as John ran towards Mike, leaning down to hold onto the brunette's shoulder and he felt the seemingly dead skin of Mike's. "Is he d-d-dead?" Matt stuttered, hoping that he was completely wrong and when John had checked his pulse, he shook his head. "Thank God."

Mike stirred for a moment, those battered blue eyes slowly opening to see John and a weak smile spread across those pink lips. "John."

"Mike."

Memories of what had happened only shortly before all of this flashed into Mike's head causing his head to pound with frustration and a groan escaped his lips as John leaned down, his face only inches away from Mike's. "Don't worry. Matt's going to call 911. Do you think you can move?"

Mike shook his head. Short, sharp breaths falling onto John's face.

Matt was explaining the situation while Mike took time to realize the reality of the situation, the possibility of his death and he grabbed onto John's head, softly pressing their lips together and he knew that if he wasn't about to do it now, he'd regret not knowing the taste of those lips and he was shocked to realize how bittersweet they were, a faint taste of coffee but the taste of his lunch had overpowered that and it was the way that Mike realized John had kissed him back was what he loved the most. Mike pulled back, those baby blue eyes still had too much pain in them. "I'm gonna die..."

"No, you're not."

John held onto Mike's shoulder, pressing the dead-looking body next to him and watching as Mike pressed his head against John's stomach, the body cuddled up to John and silence engulfed them all too much.

"I don't wanna die, John."

John couldn't comfort him this time as he trailed his eyes up and down Mike's body and he realized how possible Mike's notion was, that he'd die and that made John press Mike even closer to him, that face burying into John's stomach.

Matt leaned down besides John, unable to say a word.

Mike's eyes suddenly widened. "Jeff..."

"He's fine. He's fine."

"No! He's not! He's hurt! I can feel it!"

Just then, a muffled scream could be heard.

Matt's eyes widened.

That scream belonged to Jeff.

'Lovely little green eyed boy.'

Matt and John had jumped up at the sound of the scream once more and had ran towards the pool but they couldn't find anything and this was what made their hearts pound at the realization, Matt had walked towards the edge, where Jeff had been standing and noticed a tiny flashy purple hair clip on the damp floor and he had grabbed onto it, letting droplets of water fall from it, while Matt walked closer towards the edge, seeing no sign of Jeff.

But a whole lot of blood.

John had gotten a few bandages and was about to walk back to Mike but stood frozen at the doorway.

"Mike's gone."

Matt let out a breath he knew he'd been holding in. "Jeff's gone..."

"Don't worry, Matty. We'll find them..."

Matt held back the tears that were threatening to fall from his face as he nodded his head, gripping tightly onto the hair clip in his hands and he brought the clip to his nose, smelling that strong scent that Jeff had always put too much on and that made him want to break down at the fruity perfume. He pulled the clip on his hair and nodded towards John. "And I will make sure that bastard's dead and gone by the time I find him. You never mess with Matt Hardy."

'Welcome to my own personal Hell.'

The scent of blood lingered in the air.

Mike shifted only to realize that every muscle in his body had ached badly and his eyes softly opened to see Jeff lying down next to him in this tiny bed that barely fit both of them and Mike tried to piece together what happened but his mind was at a loss as he let his breaths fall in and out of his mouth, and just as Jeff's eyes fluttered and both had inhaled the scent of the air, Mike felt a sense of knowing, as if he belonged here and the blackness of the room did not shock them both, who were used to too bitter skies and black nights for too long now.

"Well, well, you're finally awake."

They twisted their heads towards Cade, who stood there with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mike's eyes glowed with anger and fury as he glared at Cade's overconfident face. "Where in fuck's name are we?"

"In my playroom," Cade gestured to the door where a bunch of slutty women and men walked here and there and Cade's cocky smirk widened. "You see...sixteen years ago, you both licked my lollipop. They tell you to never take things from stranger and this is why. When you licked that lollipop, you licked death. You belong to me now. Forever."

"Okay..." Mike blinked. "What mental institution did you get out of, freak?"

Cade shook his head. "Don't be so arrogant, Mizanin. Let me guess, when you ate that lollipop, only an hour after that, you felt as if the world was dull? Had troubles sleeping? Heard my voice in your head? And most of all, didn't everything you eat suddenly tasted bitter and couldn't you taste my lollipop all the time?" that was what caused Mike to silence as Jeff stared at him with horror and he finally regretted not listening to Adam but they were children, weren't they? What did they know? And Cade continued to speak. "You know that when my lollipop is going to fully digest in your body, it will kill you. It's fat-soluble and takes years and years to finally be completely digested but when it is digested, that's it. You'd die. My lollipop has a lot of 'special ingredients' as the creator had said to make your body attack itself. And if you don't listen to me, I won't give you another lollipop to reverse that one's effects. Understand, dolls? You're in my game now and you can't escape. So play, play, play."

Both of them were silent for too long. "Hardy, come with me. Mizanin, go with your mentor."

A man appeared at the doorway and with soft blue eyes, the man urged Mike to follow him and Mike obeyed his mentor, walking after him while grunting and groaning under his breath, and Mike watched as the mentor had grabbed onto a cigarette and lit it up while he walked around the building and stopped at a room, he stepped inside and Mike was instantly overwhelmed by confusion as he stared at the slutty clothing that was lined up all too close to each other and Mike took a soft exhale before walking over towards the pile of clothing and pulled one out of the hanger. "It's green."

"You ate a green lollipop. Green is its own sector and red has another sector."

Mike nodded his head as his eyes traced over the clothing, the too tight green jeans and the too revealing green top that was too open at the back and showed too much of Mike's skin and just as Mike looked through the clothing to find something appropriate, he twisted his head towards his mentor. "This is all clothes only a slut would wear."

The mentor only chuckled. "You're in a strip club, doll."

Mike's eyes widened as he froze in place. "And-"

"And you're a stripper now."

Mike was too shocked to speak but he finally regained his ability to stand up and he shook his head. "I'm nobody's bitch," he was about to walk out but the mentor held onto his wrist and twisted Mike towards him, causing Mike to see the pure pain and agony in the man's eyes.

"Doll, if you don't do this, the man will kill us both. I swear."

There was something in the man's eyes that told Mike that he was saying the truth and as Mike walked towards the clothing, finally deciding to pick out the first clothes he'd seen since it covered the most and he started to strip his own bloodied clothing, walking towards the shower that was close by and bathing, trying not to think of John or Matt or Jeff and when he was fully dressed, the man had grimaced in disgust and Mike raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"I guess I don't like your clothes."

"You gay?"

"Nah. I'm straight."

Mike nodded his head, digesting the piece of information as he was about to walk out but he stopped in place, feeling humiliated and shook his head when he looked at the mirror. He really did look like a stripper, he looked like a professional stripper but Mike did not want to walk out there in this flashy clothing and start showing the rest of his body to the whole damn world and just as Mike had leaned down towards his feet, he placed a purple band onto his hand that fell from his pocket when he had picked up his bloodied clothing and told the man that it was just for luck before walking out.

"Wait."

The mentor was now holding a syringe and walked towards Mike while poking the tip inside of Mike's shoulder. "Oh great. My favorite thing in the world." Sarcasm dripped his every word and the mentor could hear so.

"I just need do the blood tests before you strip. You can rest now. We'll start tomorrow. Remember, you work from 12 to 6 in the morning. The red sector is the opposite..."

Mike walked off, unable to register what he was here and this was so not fucking fair! Why did he have to take off his clothes? Why did he have to be a stripper of all things? He walked inside of his and Jeff's room only to find Jeff sitting on the bed with a tiny flashy red skirt that hugged Jeff's hips too tightly and a tank top that showed too much skin on the back. Mike sat down beside him.

"You're wearing a skirt."

"Yeah, they said I'm one of those very few guys that can actually make a skirt work. You can too, Mike."

And both of them stared at each other, unable to hide their pain as both of them embraced each other. "I want Matty..."

Mike nodded his head, tears threatening to fall from his face, "I want to go home."

Silence engulfed the room as both of them continued to hold onto each other for dear life and before dawn broke, they were both asleep by then, still at the same position while Cade stood there, his hand cupped onto Mike's cheek, and a smirk settled on his lips. "Your family will pay dearly for what Dehlia had done..."

I would add more but I don't have the energy. XD. Review, please, sweethearts? Besides, I like where I left off!

X Sam.