Title: Screamworks

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.

Summary: "Jeff could feel everything that was being done to him," Matt whispered, the feeling of Evan's fingers in his hair soothing him only a bit, "…but he just could not move." SLASH.

Dedicated to: Emri-May

{Screamworks}

"It's time to swim!" Adam ran into the indoor pool, Jeff thrown over his shoulder. He jumped into the water with Jeff, both of them making a large splash.

"Adam!" Matt rushed over to the edge of the pool, frowning, "Be careful with him!"

Adam burst through the surface, startling the elder Hardy, "Oh, come on, Matt! It's not like he's an invalid; Jeff does know how to swim. He likes water!" he grabbed Matt's ankle, pulling him into the water.

Jeff actually was really good at swimming. He was glad that he had his brother and his blondes over. The hospital only let him into the indoor pool whenever there was a group of people with him.

He smiled, floating backwards in the water. He stared up at the brightly lit ceiling, listening to the sound of his brother and Adam wrestling around. He took a deep breath, allowing himself to sink into the warm water.

Closing his eyes underneath the water, he felt peace.

This was the only place where he could keep his eyes closed for minutes at a time, and not have the demons reach him.

Demons don't like water.

He felt arms wrap around his middle, gently pulling him back to the surface. He wrapped his arms around Adam, resting his head on the older man's shoulder.

Adam moved to rest his back around the edge of the pool, keeping his arms locked around Jeff. He pressed his nose against the smaller male's hair as they watched their friends start a swim race.

"All right, ladies," Chris was on the other side of the pool, his hands in the air, "Listen very closely, I will count to three. At three, you will swim from that side," he pointed over to Adam and Jeff, "to my side. On your marks…"

Matt and Jay grinned at each other.

"Get set," Chris continued.

Matt relaxed his muscles while Jay rolled his shoulders.

"Go!" Chris bellowed.

Matt smirked, watching Jay go ahead of him.

Chris smirked also, crossing his arms. He waited until Jay made it to his side before leaning down, "I said I was going to count to three, didn't I?"

Jay blinked, "…But you said to go!"

"But go isn't three!" Matt and Chris chanted, beaming widely as Jeff's laughter followed.

Jay huffed, crossing his arms, "You guys are asses."

Adam snickered, shaking his head at his brother. "Stupid," he looked back down at Jeff, watching him run his fingers through the water. Sighing, he nuzzled against Jeff's neck, eyes closing.

Jeff blinked, feeling Adam's arms tighten around him. He glanced back at the blonde, smiling happily as his emerald orbs locked with the older blonde's hazel. He patted Adam's cheek before sliding out of his arms, swimming over to Chris, who was juggling around three plastic balls.

"He's never going to understand, Adam," Matt said softly, staring over at his close friend, "Don't be sad about it."

"I try not to be," Adam answered sincerely, his eyes watching Jeff's face. The younger blonde was smiling widely as he and Chris a ball back and forth. "But it's hard. It sucks more each time knowing that he won't ever be able to feel…the way I feel about him."

"It's been a long time, huh?" Matt murmured, keeping his voice gentle, "You've loved him for so long."

Adam smiled ruefully, "Four years. Four years of stolen glances and meaningful touches. Four years of heartache."

"I'm sorry," Matt was being honest. He knew how much Adam pined for Jeff.

But Jeff's mind was too fragile to even begin to comprehend the feelings that Adam felt. Ever since he was eight, the younger Hardy had experienced nothing but rape and pain. His mind had linked the two with love, which was what the sick bastards told him they felt for him.

Sick people…

It really was a shame that those fucking doctors were never found.

Jeff lived in constant fear. Fear of being found.

Matt shuddered, eyes sliding shut.

"What is it, my darling?" Matt whispered, staring down at his baby brother. He watched with worried eyes as Jeff doubled over in pain, grasping onto his sides. The fifteen year old would continually whimper and sob with pain.

"He seems to be cramping," Dr. Pain told him, his cold eyes glued to the fifteen year olds arched body.

"But why?" Matt asked, concern becoming greater when Jeff arched off the hospital bed completely, a shrill whine leaving his pale mouth, "Why is he cramping?"

Dr. Pain merely shrugged, "Could have been something he ate."

Matt stared at the doctor, pain written on his face. Why was the man acting as if nothing was wrong? Could he not see how Jeff was writhing and shaking in pain?

Or…did he just not care?

He watched Dr. Pain scribble something on that stupid clipboard before making his way out of the room.

"I'll be back," the man muttered, his footsteps echoing throughout the room.

Matt cupped Jeff's cheek, staring into his brother's eyes.

They were bloodshot and wide open. His mouth was parted in a horrified scream and the tears sliding down his face were causing cracks in his older brother's heart.

"Tell me, Jeff," Matt whispered, mouth pressing against the smaller Hardy's forehead, "Tell me what's hurting you."

Jeff whimpered, grabbing onto Matt's hand. He moved it down to his hospital gown, and forced it to slide underneath, towards his rectum. He gripped Matt's hand tighter when the older man let out a gasp, trying to tear his hand away.

"What is that?" Matt asked, voice laced with fear. He felt a thick liquid coat his fingertips and then slide down his wrist. He felt Jeff let go, his emerald orbs shutting.

Swallowing hard, the older Hardy pulled his hand out from underneath Jeff's gown. He paled at the sight of the red blood staining his hand. He began to shake, looking down to his brother.

"Jeff?" Matt whimpered, "Why are you bleeding down there?"

The emerald eyes opened, full of fear and pain. His mouth parted, whispering his final words to Matt.

"Because…I'm a bad boy."

"And then you called the police," Adam murmured, keeping his eyes locked on his friends. "How did you get away with it? Why didn't the sick fuck come back to check on Jeff?"

"They already knew," Matt looked to his brother. "Jeff never spoke to me after that…but I've asked him questions and he's answered with nods and shakes. One of the doctors, Steel, forgot to clean Jeff after they'd given him the enema for the drug and…raped him. A common side-effect of enemas is harsh and severe cramping. Jeff was cramping really bad this night, and the head doctor in that fucked up hospital knew it. I think he went to confront Steel, who admitted to forgetting to empty Jeff out. They bolted after that, from an exit at the far end of the hospital."

Adam frowned, "You and your dad didn't find it suspicious for these fucking assholes to keep Jeff in a hospital with no staff other than them just because he had the flu? You didn't see the signs?"

Matt turned, shivering in guilt, "Jeff was only eight at the time and dad was getting sick also," he whispered, "I had to take care of daddy with our aunt being the only helper I had. These doctors gained our trust and offered to house Jeff for as long as I needed. I was only eleven and our family was never rich. It was the only hospital daddy and auntie could afford. Every time I visited…I was only allowed an hour with Jeff. I should have known...the signs were there. When he would say so little…and tense whenever Dr. Pain would come into the room."

Matt grinned, leaning on his side as he and Jeff played Monopoly and listened to some country music from his travel radio.

The smaller Hardy smiled as he picked up the dice.

The door opened, revealing Jeff's doctor.

The twelve-year old stiffened, the dice slipping out of his hand.

Matt blinked, glancing at his brother and then the doctor.

Dr. Pain leaned down next to Jeff, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder as he looked down at the board game. "Looks like you're going to jail, Jeffy…"

The blonde's eyes shut.

His eyes watered, "When he…he would grab onto my wrist, and tell me to take him home."

"I'll be back in a couple of days, Jeff. Maybe dad will feel up to coming along, but it's not likely. The three-hour ride would probably make him really tired." Matt stood, taking his coat from Dr. Doomsday.

He jumped as Jeff latched onto his wrist. Looking down, he frowned, putting his hand on Jeff's wrist, "Come on, Jeff, I need to catch the bus and get home to dad."

"T-take me home, I'm not sick anymore." the paler Hardy whispered, eyes looking towards his doctors.

Matt shook his head, "Sorry, kiddo." He pressed a kiss to Jeff's forehead, "The doctors will take better care of you than I can."

"God, why didn't I listen? Why didn't I pay attention?"

Adam shushed his friend, pulling him into an embrace, "I'm sorry," he breathed, eyes closing, "I didn't mean to…make you feel bad. It wasn't your fault that they were good at brainwashing. It wasn't your fault. Jeff was brainwashed also, that's why he is the way he is now. He's still hearing the threats they yelled at him. About hurting you and Gil,"

They both stilled when Jeff turned to stare at them.

The emerald eyed blonde frowned, noticing their distressed embrace. As if knowing what they were talking about, he pulled himself out of the pool, head lowering as he made his way back to his room.

"Eh?" Chris looked to his fellow Canadian and the other Hardy, "Where's Jeff going?"

They didn't answer him.

{Screamworks}

He hated the water.

Randy thrashed, kicking and punching at the large man who held him down, trying to coerce his body into the bath-tub. "Let me the fuck go!" he yelled, eyes clenched tightly shut.

"Randy," Hunter spoke calmly from behind the nurse and his ward, "You smell. You need to take a bath."

"Fuck you!" the naked man yelled, arms swinging wildly. He popped Batista in the face, causing the older man to growl and turn to Hunter, an impatient look in his brown eyes.

Hunter's nose twitched and he sighed, sliding his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a syringe full of Randy's medication, gesturing for Batista to hold the younger man's arm out.

Randy barely winced as the needle pierced his arm. He was used to being stuck with various needles. It didn't mean he enjoyed it, though. His eyes narrowing to slits, Randy felt the medication entering his system, forcing him to calm down.

He let loose a soft snarl as he was lowered into the bath-tub. His ass touched the cold floor of the tub and he stiffed when the water was turned on. Lukewarm drops of liquid hit his flesh and caused goosebumps to appear on his body, making his tattoos look slightly darker.

He'd gone against his father and gotten himself tattooed at a young age. Mostly just to spite him, but the tattoos held a much deeper meaning. Versus and skulls to illustrate how demented he truly was.

His eyes began to half-lid, murmuring incoherently as the medication began to hit him harder. He could hear the voices in his head chanting to him, telling him to ignore the seductive lull of the drug and to just jump out and beat his fist into the nurse's face until there was a bloody hole in his forehead.

Fight it, Randy.

Break the spell these people have on you.

Use your strength. Kill them.

You are right and they are wrong.

You have every right to hurt them.

Every right to make them bleed belongs to you.

Please us, Randy.

You will be rewarded if you please us.

Do what we want…and you'll get what you want.

Randy gritted his teeth.

The voices always lied. They never gave him what he wanted. They were so fucking selfish. They just took…and took…and took. He had nothing more to give.

But even if he wanted to give up on the voices, he knew he could it. They were there whether he wanted them to be or not.

"Why does he get so freaked out over water?" Batista asked Hunter, making sure to not blush as he began to clean Randy's body.

Hunter shrugged, heaving a large sigh, "I never found out. Randy never talks to me about what happened to him. He barely talks to me at all anymore."

Randy would have laughed if he could.

No one but those damn scientists and the mad man who organized his whole ordeal knew about what he had been through.

He sputtered, trembling and thrashing as the bigger man held his head underwater. He choked on the liquid, causing him to gag and vomit into the tub, staining the water with thick bile.

"You still have no idea what you used on him?" the man asked from behind them, sounding agitated.

"We need to test all the species," the scientist informed the man patiently, "Some are known for being able to survive underwater, you know."

"I understand," the man snapped, "I just want this to be done at a much faster rate. It's getting harder and harder to cover his whereabouts."

"We will quicken our pace, sir." The scientist gripped Randy's head, pulling him out of the water.

The boy was sobbing, tears dribbling down his chin to land in the mixture of vomit and water. He let out a whimper of fear as the scientist to his left scribbling something down on a notepad.

"Dunk him again," the scientist murmured, scribbling away, "We pulled him out too soon."

"No please!" Randy's yells were muffled as he was forced into the water again, vomit and water going into his nose.

Randy jerked, staring up at Hunter in shock.

Hunter frowned down at him, cupping his cheek, "Are you alright?" he asked softly, his eyes trained on Randy's watery orbs.

Schooling his face, Randy slapped Hunter's hand away, turning his face. He felt Batista grab him, standing him up. A white robe was wrapped around his body and then he was lead back to his room.

Hunter stared after his charge, sadness in his eyes.

Randy had been through so much hell...

But so had Shawn's patient.

Maybe…just maybe, they would open up to one another.

He followed after Batista, making a mental note to let Shawn know when his charge was ready for Jeff to come and visit.

It had to be done soon.

Tonight, if possible…

-Later-

"Why are you still here?" Randy asked, his tone completely bored.

Hunter gave him a questioning look, watching Randy pull on the clothes he had laid out for him. "What do you mean?"

"Usually when I meet my new roommates, you're up in the safety of the security room, watching from a monitor." Randy drawled, tugging on the dark blue boxers. A pair of black jeans followed, and he pulled on a blue muscle shirt atop of everything.

Hunter ignored the sting that came from Randy's words and stared at his charge instead. Randy was very fit for someone who was so broken. He had a toned, slim figure with nice but not huge muscles. His long arms were covered in tattoos and his hands were big and calloused.

Randy was a very good looking boy.

Perhaps he and Jeff…

Shaking his head, Hunter smirked at his charge, "I need to be here to make sure you play nice. This kid is special to Dr. Michaels. You're not to attack him tonight."

"Can I attack him later?" Randy's voice was smooth, tongue coming out to wet his mouth, smirk in place.

Hunter sneered at him, but before he could come up with a smart reply, the door was opened and several voices reached his ears.

"Dr. Michaels, please reconsider! Jeff isn't stable, he can't have a roommate!" this voice was mostly concerned, but it also sounded a bit outraged.

"Especially not someone who's in this wing, man!" this next voice was just all pissed.

Shawn came into view, looking tired and slightly worried. "Hunter, this is Matt Hardy, he's Jeff's brother. The blonde next to him is Adam Copeland, a close friend of the brothers."

The blonde, Adam, hurried over to Hunter, pointing a finger into his chest, "What's wrong with you? Do you really think introducing your sick patient to Jeff is going to help him?"

Randy stalked forewords, eyes clouding over with anger, "I am not sick," he snarled, voice like steel. "You better hold you tongue. I will not feel any regret in kicking you in the skull."

Adam's eyes narrowed in challenge, pressing his nose into Randy's, "You want to try it, big boy?" he sneered.

Matt grabbed Adam's jeans, tugging him away from Randy, a frown on his face, "Adam," he scolded.

Hunter raised a hand, holding Randy off. "Calm down," he muttered.

Randy merely hissed in his direction.

Shawn sighed, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…"

"This will work," Hunter said calmly, "Show me Jeff."

Shawn hesitated for only a moment, before walking out of the door.

He came back seconds later, a very confused and very frightened Jeff gripping onto his hand.

His emerald eyes landed on Randy, and he took a step back, hiding behind his doctor.

Randy blinked several times, head tilting. He smirked, turning to Hunter, "This is him? This is my next victim?"

Jeff's sharp inhale caused Shawn and Matt to wince and Adam to growl.

"Randall," Hunter hissed, eyes narrowing.

Randy smirked, "Well…I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun together."

Jeff's eyes went wide before he began to quiver.

Soon, he was falling backwards, his body landing heavily atop of Matt's, who tried to steady his younger brother.

Randy chuckled, watching the smaller patient pass out.

It would be too easy.

{Screamworks}

Shit chapter, I know.

The read will get a lot better, folks.

:D

Love on.