Chapter 10- Hero

A/N: Hey sorry for not posting for a while! Been pretty busy lately. Anyways, from now on, I will be posting a song and a few lyrics from it at the beginning of each chapter. The song (obviousley) will match the theme or mood of the song. This one will match the mood, not neccesarily the topic of today's chapter. By the way, this is pretty dramatic, and yeah I know, aa lot of things happen to Matt in the story, but I promise, peril WILL come to Mello as soon as I get an idea. So please review and tell me what you think i should add!

Here, just take the damn chapter already! :D Haha ok sorry. Enjoy and review.

Strawberry Gashes-Jack Off Jill

Watch me lose her.

It's almost like losing myself.

Give her my soul,

And let them take somebody else,

Get away from me.

Watch me fault her,

You're living like a disaster.

She said, "Kill me faster."

With strawberry gashes all over.

Something about the cold autumn chill told Mello to wake up, the rest of the heat, which was slowly escaping, told him that nothing was wrong, continuesly persuading him to stay under the limits of sleep. But the cold had soon taken over, and Mello growled as he tripped in the dark, towards wherever the air was coming from. As he passed the kitchen, he glanced at the glowing clock on the stove.

4:21 a.m.

Mello froze in the foyer, standing in front of the door, which hung wide open. Wet, crumpled leaves torn through the doorway, sticking to the tiled floor, damp wind blew his hair passed his neck, tickling him. Looking to the floor, he saw wet shoeprints going in and out of the doorway, leading to the hallway.

Matt wouldn't leave now, would he? No, if he got confused and didn't know where he was at, and tried to escape, he would've noticed me on the couch, he wouldn't leave.

Remembering what happened a few hours earlier, the blonde ran to his bedroom where he last left Matt, a buzz of panic started in his stomache. The door flew open, seeing the sheets thrown about, but the flame haired boy was nowhere to be seen.

Mello knew for a fact that Matt was an easy sleeper, a light one too, and he rarely changed positions in his sleep. The blankets couldn't have been tangled in his sleep or wake. He never left a bed unmade.

Something caught Mello's twinkling eyes, which were gleaming with worry.

A small puddle of red trailed on the floor, which left a few droplets on the sheets. Blood. Matt wasn't bleeding when he fell asleep, and judging by the bloody smudge on the corner of the bedside table, he had either fallen off or was forced to the floor.

That would explain the tangled sheets and the trail of shoeprints...

Mello came to realization of something.

THAT BASTARD FOLLWED US HERE!

The blonde screamedin frustration, knowing what Tony and his crew had done. He fell onto his hands in knees, his pale fingertips cursing through Matt's blood. Mello knew what he had to do. He had to find Matt. Before the second stage of panic came into him, he ran to the kitchen, pulling open a drawer, and tore through read mail and sticky notes, finally finding a bundle of paper, and unfolding it on the cold counter top.

"If you ever have an emergency of somesort, call this number. He's a detective, he'll help you. I'm sure he'll remember you. He's known you since you were only little. He is awake 23 hours a day, so don't worry about the time." Watari's voice flickered into Mello's mind, remembering what Watari had told him before he left Wammy's to live on his own.

Disregarding the time, he took out his cell phone and carefully punched in the number.

"Yes?" A man answered calmly, as if it wasn't 4:30 in the morning.

"L? It's Mel- ...Mihael."

"Ahh, I remember you. I haven't seen you since you had first arrived at the orphanage. Have you been in contact with Mail? I heard he was living in Spain, but had recently moved to L.A."

"Actually, that's why I'm calling. Yes, I was just with him a few hours ago. He was staying over at my place for the night."

"...Was?"

"L ...Mail's been kidnapped..."

"Hmmm..." L contemplated.

"What do you know about Spanish gangs?"

"There is only one, but I'm afraid they are- no longer located in Spain...They seem to have been on the move...to..." he paused.

"...Los Angeles."

"It is made up of criminals. The leader was sent to a juvenile detention center, and the other five were sent to juvenile prison, and were recently released on bail by the leader, who goes by the name Tony Jenkins. All of them were arrested for arsen, rape, and attempted murder, except for Jenkins."

Mello listened intently, never missing a detail.

"Hmm, interesting...the leader, refused to be involved with the attempted murder, because apparently he hadn't had any proper "training". His father was a horrible criminal himself. One night he broke into a widow's house ten years ago, tried to kill a woman and her six year old son. The house caught an explosive fire and killed both him and the woman, but the boy escaped and was sent to an orphanage in England. Since then, Tony hadn't tried to kill anyone, except one boy, who he harassed profusely and specificly."

"Matt!"

"Who?"

"Mail goes by the name Matt now, as I go by Mello. They're somewhat of alias' i guess."

"Well, Mello...I dont have much information concerning Matt's kidnapping such as his whereabouts, but I am 81% sure that this Spanish gang is hosting the perpetrators."

Mello started to get impatient. He needed to get Matt back.

"...And by the sound of it, if he stuck up for himself, most likely the first time, or has somehow angered Jenkins, he would probably do anything to equalize revenge."

'...You just stand there and take it...' Tony's sick voice reminded Mello that Matt never had fought back; ...until now.

Oh shit! Matty, what have I gotten you into! I'm so sorry...

"L, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I need to find him..."

"Mello, if you go, be careful. These people are extremely dangerous..."

"I wouldn't care even if they killed me! I would and will do anything to save Matt!" Tears brimmed and stung his eyes as he spoke desperately into the phone, but the salty droplets never fell.

"...I understand. If you need any help, don't hesitate to call."

Mello flipped the phone shut and bolted to the door, still wide open, slamming it behind him.

The soaking grass squished beneathe his feet as he ran through the rain that had suddenly errupted from the sky, and the blonde had found it difficult to catch enough grip to stay on his feet.

A sharp crack of thunder cheered the boy on as he peeled down the empty street, towards the main road. Mello wasn't sure where he was going, but he would search every inch of the town, and judging by the wet blood on the sheets and the amount of leaves that had swept into his foyer, Tony and his crew hadn't taken Matt very long before Mello woke up. Maybe, five minutes earlier? It was a strong possibility that he was willing to take advantage of. Great. So he was only ten minutes away from them. That means he shouldn't have gotten far.

Mello passed closed shops and ran down every alley hoping they might be down one, but to no avail. Half an hour passed as Mello roamed the town at five-thirthy in the morning, without any luck on finding a sign of the gang or Matt.

Shit!

There was only one place that he hadn't checked. An old, aging, abandoned warehouse that was in such condition, the owners weren't allowed to keep it on the market for rent or sale. Mello wiped the rain out of his eyes only when he felt the heat from the water did he realize he was crying. He ran a cold hand through his dripping hair and pushed the heavy warehouse door open, though it was already opened a crack. He looked around soon to find a dim light radiating from a room on the second floor.

The blonde quietly climbed the iron staircase, which wobbled under his weight unsteadily. as he neared the top, he heard banging and thrashing, some yelling, some laughing, and a hoarse scream. The boy inched towards the dim room, which was lit by a faint candle-light. Peering in through the open door, Mello came face to face with his newest and most recent fear.

There he was. A beautiful redhead who's face was soaked with silent tears that slid past his orange goggles, bleeding profusely from his lip, a dark bruise already formed on the right side of his pale face. Two boys stood around him, one pinning his arms above his head against the wall, the other looking at his hostage lustfully, running his hands down Matt's chest, which seemed to have stopped the rise and fall pattern of breathing, his fragile, thin figure squirming in the captor's hands.

No fuckin way they're gonna rape him! Those sick bastards!

The boy fondled his fingers around the button of Matt's jeans, leaning forward toward him. An infuriating passion of rage, anger and severe hostility exploded inside Mello. Adrenaline bubbled in his vains and his heart rate skipped a few beats, then sped up immensly. He started to tremble, and ripped himself from his safe spot into the dark room.

"Get the fuck away from him!" he screamed, and punched the lust-craved boy in the neck.

"Holy shit! I think you broke my neck!" he screamed like a heavy metal scream verse, as he fell to the floor in agony.

"Good! Don't lay another fuckin finger on him, you filthy fuckin' bastard!"

He aimed another punch at the boy holding him to the wall as he heard Tony scream;

"Where the fuck did you come from?"

Matt ran out the door with Mello following at his heels. He could hear the redhead hyperventilating and took him under his arm for support, as they ran down the stairs, not noticing the smelly, liquid splashing down from the second floor railing. A crash sounded from the second floor, glass shattering down the clanky staircase.

"See ya, Matty! Have a nice trip to Hell with your fuckin' boyfriend!" Tony called, leaning over the loose railing, and he dropped the still lit candle to the concrete floor beneath them.

The whole building exploded in disastrous counters of deadly flames! Hot, searing flames that were mixed with the previous spilling of gasoline.

Matt screamed in twinged affliction and quickly covered his eyes. He was so close to the fire, the singeing pain in his weakly protected eyes were unbearable, the fearful flashbacks of his heartbreaking childhood invaded his thoughts. Matt cried as he ran blindly through the maze of flames with Mello, who held a tight, supportive, protecting grip on the redhead's arm. Panic flaashed into him as he opened his eyes again to a thick wave of fire. The pain was so excrutiating, that Matt, overwhelmed with disorientation, feeling light-headed all of a sudden, blacked out of the situation, falling faint to the hot cement floor.

"Matt!" Mello yelled, pulling his friend up in his arms, As he saw Matt's tear-stained face, he felt 100% responsible to get the thin, pale, redheaded boy out of the building alive, no matter what. The blonde held the boy as close to him as possible, at the same time trying to shield his eyes so he wouldn't feel as much pain subconsiously.

Rafters from above that were dappled with petty flames came crashing down all around Mello. The heavy, gas-filled smoke slowed the boy down, and he could hardly breathe. Matt, despite his abnormal, extremely unhealthy light weight, had grown heavy in Mello's arms, as Mello felt the urge to sleep overcome him as he stumbled through the firey warehouse.

"No..." he said to himself. "I have to get us out of here! I'll never forgive myself if Matt dies..."

There was a pretty good chance of both of them dying that night.

A crack from above sent alert to Mello, as he sent himself to the floor, knowing there was no way he could outrun the massive ceiling rafters adorn with their bright, firey ridges and barks, that were caving. He overed the unconcious redhead with his body as much as he could, trying his best to shield him from the dangerous flames, burning wood, and melting iron, just as the heavy rafters collapsed on him.

A/N: Holy SHIT that was the longest chapter EVER! I'm SO sorry, I didn't think it would be so long! Damn! Anyways, "oh no." What will happen to Matty and his beloved saviour Mello! Keep readin, and you might learn somethin...such as what will happen next. Now, people, THIS CHICK NEEDS REVIEWS, AND SUGGESTIONS, so pleaseee, will it KILL you to make a little comment review, just to tell me how I'm doing, what I should do, ect.

Thanks. =3