Khalas, Kassy convinced me that they are gonna get raped, by Jeff, Ville and Ted.
Sorry, can't help mahself. XD. Besides, the oldest one of those is Ville and he can't rape Schenker. Schenker is like…55 years old. XP. That would be awkward to rape him. No, no, no…anyways, back to the fic…also, yesh, I need all of those pairings. Why? Let us see where my insanity can go with it…=D
2 – I Remember Part 2
Joel Gray Levato had never really heard of Ville Hermanni Valo.
But somehow, they are connected. Something—something he needs to remember. As Joel lies on the floor, panting heavily, trying to think, trying to remember, that name…had its own significance, but part of his body doesn't want to remember, part of his mind, soul and his very heart does not want to remember…
His head spins in confusion as Jeff tries to calm him down, but Joel couldn't hear the words, everything is a blur when he hears that name, repeating in his head…it all started with Hermanni but evolves into Ville… that is his name…but if only he knew who he is. The diary…
The diary is in Joel's handwriting. Joel can tell that. He'd never really tell the man or Jeff or Matt or anyone that it is though …because he knew that he doesn't know how to write anything. Joel had never been to school, his parents didn't like him enough to do so, he'd been to institutions though, dozens of them…was Ville one of them as well?
Joel shakes his head. He could answer so little of these questions and he wants to know more and more…but he doesn't know how to. He bites down his lower lip, the powder pink lips chapped dry and Jeff just stares at him for moments on end. "Joel?"
"Jeffy?" Joel just stares at him. "Ville Hermanni Valo. I remember the name…"
Matt chuckles under his breath. "What kinda name is that?"
Joel just stares at the floor. "It's the name he uses the most…" he blinks. Where the hell did that come from? It's the name he uses the most…he really does sound crazy. Joel, the one who has a poor education, can tell that he's crazy just by the thoughts in his head and he just looks at Jeff who just stares at him with confusion. "Matt, Google that name."
Matt blinks, sitting down beside the table, and searching for the name, Jeff stroking Joel's back and bring him forth, as if he's trying to tell him that everything will be fine and from Jeff's eyes, Joel normally would've believed it, but right now, that doesn't seem to matter.
"Some Finnish singer dude."
Jeff raises an eyebrow. "Nothing about Joel on that page?"
"…nope." Matt just scans it quickly, before shaking his head once more to confirm. "…maybe he used to listen to this dude's music and just randomly remembered that?"
"…I guess so…" Jeff whispers. "See, Gray? Nothing to worry over."
"Nero, stop talking to him like he's two." Matt rolls his eyes.
Jeff just shoots a glare over at Matt, who seems to be enjoying this middle-name thing and Matt hooks a wire to his laptop, grabbing onto a sheet of paper he printed, and showing it over to Jeff, who just glances at it. "Hmm…I don't get why Joel would listen to Finnish metal though. He doesn't even know what music is."
"Maybe something from when he was a child?"
"But Melissa and Justin hated anything that wasn't that harmony and peace shit." Jeff says, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe…"
"Stop thinking so much. You'll strain your pea-sized brain."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe…" Matt blinks, 'maybe he really does have some sort of connection with him…like…cousins or something?"
"The fuck, Moore." Jeff shoots him a glare. "I wanna see how a Finnish emo dude is related to a Spanish outcast…and if this Hermanni dude is related to Joel, dontcha think Joel would just say it off the bat? Is he related to you?"
Joel shakes his head. "Not…like that…" Joel blinks. "I just can't remember, Jeffy! I'm sorry…" Joel pouts. "I'm so sorry…"
"It's okay, Joey. We'll find it out."
Joel just looks at them, and a part of his brain is telling him that they won't and another one is saying that it's just hopeless but Joel nods his head anyways. "You can go back to sleep, Gray." Matt simply says. "We'll try and figure it out…"
Joel shakes his head. "I want…I want to…" Joel stands up, he wants to get out of here, something is suffocating him and Jeff just stares at where Joel is staring at; the door.
"You wanna go for a little walk?"
Joel nods his head. "I…I need to." Joel doesn't know how to explain this impulse that is driving him to do so but he does so…his feet walking towards the door and he doesn't even feel it, his sweat gliding off his forehead as he walks into the silent hallway, then a voice startles him. "Gray. Gray. Gray."
Joel turns around to face her.
Her eyes. Her face. Her lips. All made of some sort of evil. Evil little hard brown eyes, and deceitful soft lips and a square face that hardened her features. The Hunter's eyes pulses with anger.
He just knows that he has to get away from her.
As Joel is about to turn around, she laughs and grabs onto his wrist, pinning him to the wall, Joel can't feel anything but the tension rising into his chest. The Hunter's breath so close to his face…so cold…her eyes… "…Levato, what in hell's name are you doing out of your room?"
Joel just stares at her for a moment. "I…I'm sorry" is the only thing that can fall out of his lips for a moment.
Joel feels as if his body is made of Jello for a moment and he feels like sliding down but she grabs onto his wrist and purposely pushing him upwards, pressing him against the cold wall. "You're always sorry, but when will you ever learn not to disobey regulations? Follow me, Gray."
Joel nods his head as he follows her, tip-toeing and she stops in place, pulling out a knife from her pocket and she gestures him to come forever. Joel steps towards her and sits down, pulling his left hand towards her, and she carves a number into Joel's wrist, allowing the knife to dig deep but not deep enough to kill him—Joel looks at the floor, then jumps up, the knife sliding down his arm, a deep mark left behind but that's not the source of Joel's anxiety…his heart thuds, racing and his head spins as he kneels down to throw up and she grabs onto a part of his shoulder.
He looks up at her, confused and dazed, his head continues to spin… "it hurts," he whispers, his eyes burning with unshed tears. "Hurts so much…"
"Oh God!" Jeff walks into the scene, looking down at Joel, who looks up at him, still so tired as Jeff grabs onto Joel's hands and pushes him upward but Joel slides back down. Too tired to move. "Matty! Come in here!"
Matt pokes his head through the door, 'hmm? Oh!"
Matt walks towards them and grabs onto Joel's body, pushing him up only enough to wrap his arms around his legs to carry him properly. "Upstairs?"
The facility is built underneath the hospital, the exact hospital that Joel had been born in and then later on, stowed away for nine more years after he'd turned eighteen. Jeff leads Matt towards the stairs, pulling off his coat to expose jeans and a graphic purple-red t-shirt, holding the now sleeping Joel for the moment while Matt pulls off his own coat, being in black jeans, a white shirt and a black sweater over so before leading themselves upstairs.
Cancer.
Leukemia to be more precise.
Jeff clutches his head at the results he'd gotten. He'd spent an hour just trying to wrap his head around so. Jeff turns his head towards Matt who is packing their bags. "…do you honestly think that we can go back to the WWE? Gray needs us." Joel tells him.
"Jeff, you're not in the lab anymore. You don't have to call him by his middle name." Matt reminds him.
"It's just that Joel had so much taken away from him and now this…what in hell's am I gonna do? Tell him that he's dying? I wouldn't feel so bad if Joel had some happy memories but nothing! No, nothing…and now, nothing can save him…" Jeff vents, looking over at Matt. "What if it was me on that hospital bed right now?"
"…don't even joke about that." Matt snaps. "First of all, I'd die before I'd let you die before me…and second of all-"
"Exactly! How are we going to tell Alyssa as well? That her brother really wasn't missing all these years, that we kept him to experiment on his body, and kept him away from society until he got sick enough to die?" Jeff grabs onto his hair.
"Alyssa doesn't need to know."
"…I presume that you wouldn't want to know if I was dying or not."
"Of course I would!" Matt exclaims, grabbing onto Jeff's wrist. "Stop comparing me and you to Alyssa and Joel. They're not like us. They're different."
"They're human." Jeff reminds Matt. "And Alyssa loves Joel and she still would even if she knew he was a killer…I think she suspects it as well. But he doesn't want her to know. That's all he's ever asked of anyone and now he's dying, Matt…how can I be okay about this? How can you be okay about this?"
"Of course I'm not okay with it! It's just that…well, if you make a bigger deal out of this than it is—"
"…it is a big deal if you haven't noticed." Jeff snarls at him. "And if you don't see it my way then I don't have to talk to you."
"…Jeff…" Matt watches as Jeff grabs onto the clipboard and walks out of the room, causing Matt to sigh. Jeff never understands but he won't blame him…he's torn to pieces about this and Matt would be as well if he'd known Joel well enough but he doesn't. Matt sits down onto the chair, dropping a pencil that had been in his hand and trying to think…
Joel fiddles with the sheets of his cot.
He doesn't like it here but he won't complain. He knows that complaining would just get him hurt…and in a second's notice, Joel watches as Jeff enters the room, while Joel smiles softly at him. "Hello, Jeffy."
Jeff bites down his lower lip.
"Are you okay?"
Jeff wants to cry. The question should always be the other way around as he sits down beside Joel, stroking his hand. Then Jeff just notices that the tears just roll off his eyes without his knowledge… "Is Jeff sad?" Joel asks, his eyes staring at the hot liquid running down Jeff's eyes.
Jeff quickly wipes them away, looking over at Joel. "Yes, I'm sad. Something bad is happening to my friend."
"I'm sorry, Jeffy."
"No, I'm sorry." Jeff looks back at the door, lip quivering. "Do you want anything, Joel?"
"I want you to smile."
Jeff looks over at him then produces a soft smile, trying to be as genuine as possible then Joel just looks away. "Jeff is pretty. Jeffy has a pretty smile!" that allows Joel to grin a massive grin, staring at Jeff who tries to keep his smile steady as he lets out a soft laugh.
Jeff hears his phone buzz as he stares down at his contact number. "…oh…I have to go now, my father is calling me…"
Joel's lips drop from its smile to a frown.
Jeff just realizes what he's said. "Oh, Joey, your father was a jerk. That's different." He kisses his forehead before leaving the room, leaving Joel alone with his thoughts.
Joel Levato sits upright in his bed, trying to fall asleep but unable to…the rooms are dark, and he's wearing a hospital gown now that the Doctors told him to…and he doesn't want to upset anyone.
Joel lies onto the bed, trying to remember the significance of that name. Then he slips out of his bedside, looking back at the cot before leaving the room. He's beyond tired but his mind is telling him to move and forcing his body to move. He just wants to lay down on the bed again, and try and forget everything that's ever happened to him but he can't…his mind tells him to step out of the hospital, the cold wind hitting against his body as he moves past moving cars and walks towards a supermarket, his head spinning as he steps into the almost empty-looking supermarket.
He walks around, then kneels down to grab onto a notebook, another hand touching his own and his head twisting. Realization fills Joel's eyes.
"Hermanni."
Ville looks at him quizzically then a thought hits his head and he grabs onto Joel's arm. "Gray."
"Joel?" Ville and Joel's eyes go towards a screeching Matt, who drops a bag, Mountain Dew and Fanta bottles falling out of the plastic bag. Matt looks like he's hyperventilating. "What in hell's name are you doing out of the hospital?"
Ville just stares at Joel. "Don't worry. I'll take him back."
"Oh no, I'm not trusting a stranger."
Ville shakes his head. "I'm not a stranger. He knows me." Ville stares at Joel and Joel nods, they did know each other…at some extension. Ville helps Joel upwards and both of them stare at each other for a moment before Matt picks up his bottles and steps in front of Ville, 'and if he's not in the hospital next time we visit. I will kill you."
Ville nods his head. "You don't need to." Then he turns to Joel, leading him out of the supermarket and the silence roams. Joel blinks. It's almost as if he's led here…his mind is holding back on him, forcing this encounter…his subconscious clearly traps a void of memory that his conscious is trying so hard to open the cage of them…but at the same time, a part of his conscious is telling him not to remember—as if there's something terribly wrong about remembering.
"Ville! Where are you heading off to?"
Ville turns his head and chuckles. "Well, if you must know, Margera, I'm taking him back to the hospital."
Bam just stops for a moment, grabbing onto Joel's shoulders and pushing Joel as close as he can. "Is his eyes pink? Fuck, contacts?"
"…no." Ville answers instantly. "Not that I remember."
"That is so rad! How do you get pink eyes anyways? I didn't know those existed! Now, let's take him back to the hospital—why does he need to go back to the hospital again?" Bam asks, trying to get an answer out as quickly as possible.
Ville bites down his lower lip. "It's for us to know and you to guess."
Joel just stares at Ville. "You know…?" his voice is soft. "You know what's wrong with me? Nobody would tell me…" he pouts.
"He's like a little kid! Adorable! How old is he? Twelve?"
"Twenty seven." Ville answers, looking at Joel. "…Joel, I'll explain later. Now, let's get you back."
Bam's snoring fills the room.
Ville helps Joel slip back into his cot while Joel just stares at Ville. "Why do you know all this about me?" Joel asks, trying to understand the situation himself. "I don't remember a thing about you…"
Ville nods his head. "It's complicated." Ville plays with a ring on his finger. "I'll explain later, okay, Joel? Now, get your rest…"
"I can't sleep…" Joel shuts his eyes, sinking to his cot. "But I'm trying to. Honest!"
"Shh…" Ville puts a finger up Joel's lips then stares back at the ring, as if reminiscing, 'do you want me to tell you a story?"
"Like Alyssa used to?"
Ville nods his head. "But this is true. They're not fairytale Cinderella stories."
Joel just stares at him, nodding his head. "Will I remember anything about you?"
Ville stares back at him, before shrugging his shoulders. "I hope so."
As much as that seems to make no sense, it made all the sense to me. XD. And yesh, it ish odd and perfect 'cause it's
X Sam.