We must take youz to a mental institution dear Kassy because you laughs. XD. Well, yeah -_- I really need something new to add. It feels like I'm not being original enough. D:! PLUS, I'm telling you this... I ONLY put up all those warnings because that kinda stuff make normal people (not us) sick. Okay, continue reading. :3

M'kay…originality…let's add it. AND LOLNOI'MNOTTRYINGTOOHARDXD!LMAOLOLNO…you made me LOL twice. O_0 Kassandra, luffley, I has 26-27 fics, I have no time to try too hard. XD. And moore plot, other than just blood…you'll see as you read and read, how the hints of my subplots are expanding. ;D

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

F I L T H Y M I R R O R P A R T 4

Jeffery looked against the window, while Matt had taken a shower. Normally, Jeffery would've hopped in and joined him but the door was locked. Maybe Matt was in a rush, that was why he didn't want to touch him. Jeffery stared down at the window, where a rat was staring at him oppositely, and Jeffery grinned softly as he reached for it, grabbing onto the huge mouse before it ran away from him. Shutting the door, he twisted and ran towards the table, placing the mouse onto a metal tray and pulling him down into a white threads and threads, taping his tiny hands and feet together and Jeffery's true security bubbled through him. He turned and grabbed onto a tiny knife and pushed it inside of the mouse. It gave a soft yelp and Jeffery grinned at that yelp.

Jeffery ran his finger across the cut. Sweet, sweet torture for such a tiny animal. It was defenseless at the moment. Jeffery turned to look at a hanger, snapping the first two parts of it with incredible strength and placing them down, snapping them into further pieces as Jeffery stared at a magazine in front of him, seeing a model of some sort and he choked his head. Looking down at his chest, he'd seen nothing but flatness. Those things…he wanted them. Those things around what was supposed to be a flat chest of a female. He wanted them. Jeffery would ask someone about them later. Someone random so he wouldn't look stupid in front of Matt if it was something obvious and Jeff knew what it was.

Jeffery grabbed onto the tiny knife again and pushed it through and through the mouse's stomach, until a huge cut was made. Oh, he felt so joyous. He leaned down to smell and look at it more closely then with his lips, he licked against the still living organs. Jeffery wrapped a finger across a tube connected to a liver and twisted it, with his bloodied finger, and the smell made his heart soar. He pushed the tube against the flesh and looked at the slimy flesh underneath, he licked that with his lips. His other Matt would never let him do that to himself, but he'd let him do that to other people and other objects and he enjoyed Jeffery's sickness.

Jeffery grabbed onto the two lungs and twisted them. They were two extremely healthy lungs and Jeff stared at them in seconds before he twisted them. He opened a bit of them, just to look at the tiny bloodied tubes and alveoli around, the tiny green-pink sacs that he was so interested in, he flipped it around and wrapped the lungs around a metal. He pushed the dead mouse against the tray and then placed it in his pocket. He could at least taste and eat it later. The metal hanger he'd wrapped the lungs around, he twisted the tip of the metal and then looked at the magazine again. The woman had some sort of object around her ears. He looked at the column at the end. He didn't know any of these fancy stuff. He just put the object into his closed ear, causing a spasm of blood to cover his ear. Jeffery did the same with the other ear and then went to look at himself in the mirror before clapping and jumping around.

Matt had forced him to wear some pants and a shirt, which were too much coverage Jeffery had insisted but Matt simply stared at him horrified. Jeffery didn't know why people covered so much. Some of them were covered head-to-toe and Jeffery knew that Jeff wouldn't like that place if he was covered head-to-toe. Jeffery had been wearing what Jeff would have claimed to be his smaller clothes, when in his case, it was too big. Jeffery was 13, same as Jeff. But there were some differences.

Jeff was about 5'3, and weighed at 110. Jeffery realized, from looking at the other cards and such. He asked Matt about something called a BMI once, when he looked through Jeff's files and Matt told him that a BMI was a calculation of how healthy. Anywhere between 18.5 and 24.5 was healthy. He remembered. Over that, was fat and over 30, was obese. And under 18.5 was underweight.

Jeffery was the same height. 5'3 but he weighed 100 pounds. 10 pounds made a huge difference in this BMI thing he just realized. He was around 17.7 on a BMI chart but he shrugged. All he'd eaten were bits of flesh and organs from little animals and sometimes cut portions from a human. His Matt ate like the other people did, with "food" that Jeffery despised more than anything. These stupid things that people liked - cake, chocolate, vanilla, what did it make a difference on how it tasted? It was all going to end up the same place anyways. And why do you have to cook it so it would be dead and all? Why not just shove it into your throat? Like Jeffery did. Besides, upon trying one of his Matt's cookie, he'd thrown up at the taste. It just made him feel horrible on the inside.

Jeffery shook his head, the world was so different here. Even wearing one of Matt's biggest jumpers, Jeffery knew he looked slightly thinner than Jeff. He sighed. Matt hadn't noticed yet and Jeffery was thankful for that. Matt walked out of the bathroom and looked at Jeffery with huge eyes, staring at his mouse's lung-dangling-from-his-ear thing and the dead mouse into his skirt. "Fuck, Jeff! What in hell's name did you do to that mouse?"

Jeffery pulled it out of its pocket and showed Matt. "I…played…"

"Jeff! What the fuck happened to you? You can't kill that mouse! And what are you wearing around your ears? Like an earring sorta thing? Didja just push that into your ears or something?"

Jeffery nodded his head with a sick smile on his face. "I wanted to be like her." He pointed towards the magazine and stared at the female with admiration. She looked so pretty with these things around her ear and those things around her chest… Matt mumbled under his breath. "Look, I have no idea what in hell's name happened to you but you better change your act soon."

Jeffery nodded his head, giggling. "Okay, Matty!" he hugged Matt tightly then ran downstairs. He wanted to ask Matt about those things around the chest but looking around, he seemed to see that females were the only ones that had them. "Matt, I wanna go look at the playground…" he said, trying to form some sort of excuse. Playgrounds were fun places for different fucking positions, yes, but he thought that this playground was different. Jeffery shoved himself out of the doorway and walked towards Adam's house.

Adam was lying around the house while Jeffery walked in and jumped on top of him, looking at him with hopeful eyes. "I want those…" he tried to make some sort of gesture to indicate across his chest.

"Breasts?" Adam said in a hushed voice, pulling out a magazine in front of him and showing him some. Jeffery simply nodded his head enthusiastically. Adam just stared at him like he was strange. "On one condition…would you let me sleep with you then?"

Jeffery nodded his head. "Yeah, sure! Just…take me there. I want one of those! I want to have them around me!"

Adam blinked at him. "Okay, let's go."

Jeffery jumped with Adam as he grabbed onto his hand. Into Adam's car, Jeffery just looked puzzled when Adam put on some music. Jeffery looked towards him and Adam stared deeply into his face. "Do you have lung earrings?"

"Yup! From a mouse!"

Adam laughed. "Weird shops these days."

Jeffery wanted to tell him that he made him himself but he didn't. He realized by Matt's reaction that he shouldn't be cutting mice and making earrings out of them. Jeffery just took off Matt's jumper and looked down at one of Adam's shirts, putting it on and buttoning it. Adam looked at him for another second. "Did you lose weight?"

"…just a bit." Jeffery responded. Why did he care so much about his appearance? He knew some people who weren't over 60 pounds. He knew a 5 year old girl that only weighed 20 pounds. He shrugged. This society was just so obsessed with weight, looking and noticing. And looking through the magazine, there were "eating disorders". So what? The 5 year old girl had an "eating disorder". So what? She could die from it, yeah but she kept on doing it anyways. He shrugged. These people were just so…alert and about on everything that can kill you.

If that was the case for Jeffery, then he could've died at least 20 times a day from risky stuff he did, but at that time, Jeffery only thought of doing it, not the affects of it. And they were so obsessed with appearance. Jeffery just wanted to shout on whomever looked at his shirt, which had a button or two broken off. Honestly. Jeffery stepped out alongside Adam, where they met with a receptionist who looked similar to Adam. His relative. "Iris! Babe, can you please schedule Jeff in? He wants breast implants."

Iris looked over at Jeffery who just grinned at her. "Oh yeah…of course…does he want a transgender surgery too?"

"Like…?" Jeffery asked.

"Like they cut out your dick and give you a vagina." Adam told Jeffery and he just shook his head. He just wanted those pretty little things around his chest. But they can swap gender here? He would do it but his Matt wouldn't like it anymore. Jeffery just walked with the woman as she took him into the waiting room. He looked at the surgical room.

They were just starting. Jeffery smirked. He wanted to see that. Adam walked beside him. "Hey, I lied about your age so they'd let you go in. And…also, how are you gonna pay for a 3,500 dollar procedure?"

Jeffery ran a tongue onto Adam's neck and then whispered something into his ear. Adam's eyes widened. "Oh, yeah…Copeland hospital…I can do something about that." He smirked. "But you have to pay them sooner or later, Jeff. They're gonna eat us both if you don't. I can postpone it to two or three months but until then you must get some money, okay? I can get you some jobs…"

"Okay. Sure. You can show me those jobs…"

"They're all run by my family so they'll pay you well and you can pay them in two months' time, okay? Maybe even less if you're motivated enough." Adam watched as Jeffery peeked to look at the procedure and Adam just shook his head. Some people with their weird interests these days. After an hour, Jeffery bolted in when they were done and he looked enthusiastically at the Doctors. "I want to do it myself! You just show me how…tell me if I'm doing anything wrong. Please? Let me do it!"

"Err…" the surgeon looked uncertain but seeing Jeffery's beaming face, he nodded. "Couldn't hurt. Just don't sue me if it-"

"No problem!" Jeffery took a scalpel from a certain surgeon, taking off his shirt and moving towards his armpit, "do I just run around my ribcage and stop at the point it does, there's then this tiny little line separating it from the other part of the ribcage, right? I was watching the other surgery too…"

"Y-y-yeah." The surgeon said shakily. This guy was crazy. "Hold on. I'll get you an anesthetic."

"No!" Jeffery shook his head. "I'm a big boy now. I can handle the pain."

"It's extremely, extremely painful and gory, child. It's not gonna be like any other horror movie you've seen or such…" Jeffery shook his head and then ran the scalpel across neatly, with an experienced hand, perfectly across his ribcage and stopped at the point in which he had to stop in before looking at the Doctor. The pain that he felt Jeff would feel, he'd known that, he knew Jeff had been experiencing so much pain at birth. Matt, on the other hand, led a more softer life-style so the Matt of this world wasn't effected at all except for colds and fevers. Jeffery just slowly opened the flap onto his chest. They might be worlds apart but since they met now, the pain is mutual, Jeff felt what Jeffery felt…their link was strong together.

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

Jeff screamed out in horror and languish in the middle of the night, his arms around his chest as he hyperventilated. He let out another scream. He walked towards the kitchen, with his weak, pained legs and his lack of sleep, his head pounding and his chest burning in pain as he grabbed onto a knife and hit his lower ribcage, on the right part, gasping in breath with sweat running down his face.

"What in fuck's name…?" Matt asked as he saw Jeff's panting, full blown-red face. The connection between him and Jeffery was getting stronger. He could see that. Jeffery liked injuring himself, he liked blood. He would've done all of this with a relaxed expression. Matt just brought out his video tape like usual and taped Jeff's pure pain and anguish, sadistically grinning. Jeff, with sweaty locks, leaned to look at the floor, tears burning into the corner of his eyes. "Stop being a baby." Matt said, wrapping his arms across his chest as Jeff took another gulp of air that made him feel like he was simply choking.

Falling backwards and holding onto his chest, he hoped for the pain to stop…but in a sudden impulse, he grabbed onto the knife again and continued to mutilate the flesh of his chest, placing the lines perfectly against his ribcage, closing his eyes and he finally found some sort of peace within himself, connected into a haze of pain and agony, screaming and languishing, but there was some sort of peace that he wanted to reach and the more he tried to reach it, the more it hurt on the inside and the pain…

That type of pain…

Jeff finally let the knife go, his chest softly breathing and Jeff was completely drunk in the pain.

He wanted more.

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

Jeffery watched as the Doctor blinked.

Jeffery grabbed onto the silicone implant, feeling himself get giddy. "Is there anything bigger than this?" The Doctor pulled out a slightly larger one and Jeff grinned. "Does…it continue growing or…just this?"

"Do you want one that grows continuously?"

Jeffery shook his head. "No! That's just insane."

Jeffery pushed the silicone implant just behind his muscle, loving the feel of the slimy flesh against him, and he grinned before he grabbed onto the thread and started to unite flesh with flesh again…

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}.

…Jeff allowed one last thread to go through his arm, looking at his now stitched chest that had a huge star-pieced of metal behind his two muscles and it hurt like Hell, feeling them pressing against his muscles. Jeff closed his eyes and drowned himself in the endless pain…

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

…Jeffery took one last gulp of air.

The Doctor stared at him. "Would you like to do this to my other patients while I have a break?"

"Will it mean I won't have to pay for these anymore?" Jeffery pointed towards his chest.

The Doctor simply nodded his head, furiously in need for a break. The Doctor moved by, told Adam and watched as Jeffery stood there, holding the knife, and the pretty brunette walked inside. Wow… he was going to operate! A sick smile was on his face, following the procedure, but using an anaesthetic first…this was so fun to do…people got paid for this?

Jeffery just went to work, seeing how he should perfect the chest…

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

…Phil stared at him with some sort of lust as Jeff continued to push through the knife…

Matt just looked upon Jeff. He broke him. Matt allowed a sick smile to form across his face. The next few pieces would be easy now…Jeff was turning into Jeffery. Matt just grabbed onto his hand, forced him upwards, tearing Phil's flesh as Phil giggled and threaded the rest of his body.

Matt looked down at the mirror, twelve pieces left…? Wasn't it thirteen…? Jeff pointed towards his chest. Matt smirked as Jeff just wrapped his arms around Matt's neck and kissed him as roughly as he could've. Matt found his darker side now and it would be hard to get back. Matt's hand around Jeff's side. "My chest," he finally said. "If you put something on it…some sort of weigh, it would crush the metal underneath…"

Jeff walked towards the kitchen, lying on top of the floor and looking at the table. "Flip it over."

Matt nodded, flipping the table over towards Jeff, causing him to go breathless and pale at the feel of the wood crushing down onto his chest, and the piece of metal left in him. Matt spread Jeff's legs and shoved himself inside of him whilst Jeff tried to control his harsh breathing. "Yes. Harder." Jeff said, quite not feeling enough pain.

Phil moved towards them, grabbing onto a knife and slitting Jeff's wrist while Matt pushed into him and the table crushing him onto the inside. "Yes…" Jeff closed his eyes as he felt another push, another cut, another feel of drowning into the pain…Jeff kicked Matt. "Harder!"

"Of course," Matt followed Jeff's needles, digging his fingers into Jeff's flesh as he continued to push in and out of Jeff's tightness. Jeff closed his eyes, feeling like he would explode. The feeling of the acids in his body burning him…nothing…almost like…death…pretty in its own way. Jeff moved and Matt pushed in as hard as he could, entwining their legs into a way that was too entangled.

But when the Matt came, he simply flipped over the table so Jeff could try and breathe better. Phil showed Jeff his battered-red arms but he didn't mind. Jeff stood up, looking down at the mess of blood he made and he laughed, clapping his hands. Lapping over his own insanity as he fell near Phil who simply grabbed him and helped him up. Jeff continued to laugh as Phil held him tightly, their bodies rubbing against each other but both of them fell down in a second.

Jeff stared at the ceiling…and then back at his arms.

This was fun. This wasn't pain. This was just plain fun.

Time to find some sort of real pain

{F.I.L.T.H.Y ~_*_~ B.L.O.O.D.}

Jeff turned PSYCHO XD!

I actually love a psycho!Jeff…though usually he's dom. XD. Except in this apparently. O_0

X Sam.