Serphalexiel, yup, I'm a mean tease and I like it. At least I updated.
Brainwashed
"Power…let's be powerful together, kill together, and die together…"
Matt's in his arms, Chris's hands are threatening to break Matt's body and their bodies are entangled, pain overtaking, agony twisting, horror burning, dismay blazing, so much pain, so much distress and suffering and torture—
"Go to hell, Chris."
"Not without you, I won't."
Chris's knife goes through Matt's stomach.
"Jeff…Jeffy…"
Jeff's soft green eyes are burning at the back of Matt's head.
"Stop thinking about that fucking boy!"
Chris's knife deepens in Matt's stomach, the thin flesh is peeling off, the torture and distress and suffering bends and coils in the flesh of them, and Matt doesn't know that this much pain is possible as Chris kisses the sweat of Matt's face.
"I love you, sweetheart…"
"I'm dying, Chris. Dying."
Chris takes the knife to his own heart, "then I'll die too. I'm not leaving you alone. I'm not giving you an afterlife without me. You're all mine. You're always be mine until the day you're into bits and pieces…"
The knife is driven in Chris's heart.
Both of their bodies fall down, Matt in Chris's arms, both dead, both gone, so much blood seeping from their bodies… so much blood…
"Get up!"
Chris had to shake Matt awake as Matt's eyes slowly opened to face the man that he would be spending the rest of his life with, this demon that was replacing the cold color of his eyes, seeping in and out of his pores, wanting to get out, wanting to unleash violent punches on Matt's body, wanting to see the blood seep from Matt's pores—and Matt can see the demon's desire burn in Chris's eyes.
"Just kill me already," Matt whispered. "I have nothing to live for."
"And me? What about me? I've been in love with you for so long that it hurts and you have to be in pain, don't you? Because of what you'd made me want…because of what I've wanted for so long, what I've destined to have… don't you love me? Don't you love Chris Jericho?"
Matt stared at him, tears threatening to fall from his face, he remembered Edge and Christian, two happy blonde boys that smiled and laughed and lived, they were now rotting in their own graves because he couldn't save them and just because of that, he'd known that he had nothing to live for at all, knowing that he'd hurt them into nothing and he could do something about it, he could've saved them. He could've—and that doctor, he couldn't remember much from the kill but he could remember the bloodlust that was burning inside of him.
But he didn't know why the bloodlust was so thick in his blood.
Jeff stood there, in front of them both, staring with sad eyes and a broken smile, ready to break into pieces for them all, his heart smashed to pieces, staring at his brother like this and how Matt wanted to hold him but Chris would truthfully take him back to the asylum and he wasn't ready to face visitors like Jeff or anyone at all.
Jeff…
"Jeff," Matt whispered under his breath.
"So you still love him, don't you? You still love his stupid touch; you still want to kiss your fucking brother!? Don't you?! TELL ME!"
"I…I…Jeff," Matt stuttered and stammered, feeling crushed at Chris's words, his heart bleeding, scraped into nothing at all and he gulped down the lump in his throat and nodded his head. "He's so beautiful. His eyes. His face. His heart."
"Tell me you love me."
"I can't lie. I can't lie, Chrissy. I'm sorry. I just don't like you. I want Jeff…I need Jeff…I love Jeff…" each word fell out of his mouth as if it had weighed a ton and he felt Chris's boot hit Matt's chest, making Matt's breath hiccup in his throat and his throat was so blocked with acid that he can't really say anything else as he closed his eyes and Chris extended his arm to bring a tiny table close to them, holding up a cold silver syringe in his hand and at the sight of the syringe and the cold bluish liquid that reflected Chris's eyes, Matt's heart bled so hard that he can't really take another breath.
"No!"
Jeff was screaming out for him. "No! Please, don't let him do this to you, Matty!"
Chris brought the syringe towards Matt's shoulder but he didn't let it sink through his skin and Chris ran his hand through Matt's thick messed ringlets and Matt felt as if his heart was starting to catch on fire, blazing and burning and he was burning off into nothing—just nothing at all.
"Matt, please, don't let him! I can't risk this happening!"
"What—what are you going to do to me?" Matt stuttered as Chris's cold lips met Matt's equally cold ones, and he bit down Matt's lips, letting the blood seep from the swollen flesh of Matt's lip as he tasted the blood fall inside of Chris's mouth…so sweet, so thick, so sugary sweet…
Matt suddenly moved out of his grip, trying to run away, lagging and fell down onto his knees, holding onto the table, feeling those two hands gripping onto the table—his breaths falling in and out of his lungs, unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to do anything but just sit there as Chris leaned down towards him to bring the syringe. "You are taking this shot."
Matt's stomach twisted acid knots. Jeff was standing right beside Chris, with tears glittering out of his eyes and tears were poking in Matt's eyes too. They were burning and falling from his face and his knuckles were turning so white and his body was shaking so quickly and he can't do anything about it.
And…
Chris's hand went to Matt's shoulder, gripping onto it, and the tip of the syringe was barely touching Matt's shoulder. "Anything left to say, Matty before I do this?" his voice was so dark, so thick, so uncaring.
"Stop! STOP!"
Matt tried to move away but Chris held onto his body, holding him by the back of his neck and he stabbed the syringe in Matt's neck and he heard those words that made the rest of the world seem like it never mattered, "I'm sorry I have to brainwash you, sweetheart."
"No…no…Matty…I can't let him do this to you… I-"Jeff sniffed as Matt stared at him. Stared at his brother breaking so badly, so hurt, so sad, his hurt little Jeff was standing there, unable to stand up straight either and fell to his knees, staring straight at Matt's eyes whose eyelids were feeling heavy and he felt like the rest of the world was phasing out, blurry, unclear, hazy world that he can't hold onto much longer.
"But-but-"He didn't know that the words were falling out of his mouth.
"You said you didn't love me…"
Chris reached out for a phone and had a smirk on his face, and he could hear the ringing of the phone bang in Matt's head.
"Hello," Chris's voice was different, sweet and soft. "I just heard about Matt, Jeff. How is he?"
"Don't speak about that low life of a brother."
"What did he do?"
"He-he told me that he hated me…he…"
"He hates everyone, Jeff. He even rejected me."
"I just can't understand. I just can't—"
And Chris's hand covered Matt's mouth as he sobbed and he couldn't hear the rest of the conversation and he wanted to tell Jeff everything, just everything, but he couldn't and it hurt him to know that and the eyelids were so heavy and he finally gave in, falling from Chris's arms and Matt's body hit the floor faster than ever and the scuttle of pain burned from his toes to the core of his brain…
Unknown to Matt, when he'd wake him, he won't remember anything or anyone, Chris's smirk wouldn't leave his face as he ran his hand down Matt's hair. Finally. Matt was his. And he'd always be his and Jeff won't care and Matt won't remember that he even had another identity other than Matt Jericho.
His smirk widened.
That was perfect.
Matt Jericho.
The next few chapters would be of Matt adjusting to his thoughts and his new life as Chris's partner—how long do you think before the liquid wears out? What do you think that I'm going to do? Review, pwease! :)
X Sam.
