Undertaker hugged me the next morning as I sat up in the coffin, head pounding. Even in my state it felt stiffer than any other hug of his. My eyebrows creased in confusion; something was wrong. I drew away from him, giving him a hard look.

"What's wrong?" I asked, shifting to a comfortable position in my coffin, scooting over to make room for him. "Theo," I said sternly as he sat down next to me, barely looking at me. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"Don't get mad at me," he muttered, turning his head briefly to me, smile maniacal. "Just, promise me that."

"What are you going on about, you insane man?" I teased fondly, tugging the braid in his hair, wishing I had the thought to pierce my ears.

"I," he started, looking at me, eyes pleading as he continued. "Let your brother-"

"I know, you tried didn't you?" I queried, eyes filling with tears. "At least you tried. That's good enough for me. I'm not mad at you for that anymore. Please, not that subject anymore, let's ju-"

"Listen, I have to get this off my chest," he gripped my wrists, holding me down as I tried to stand up. "My moral compass is getting in the way," Undertaker released a short giggle, insane smile replacing his serious look. "I let your brother die," he admitted, tone gruff. "Don't-"

I didn't hear the rest. My body had completely shut down, the words circling around. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. Undertaker cared for him; at least, I thought he did. This was just a sick joke of his.

No, it was true. Not even he would pull this on me. It hurt me worse than any physical pain I had endured. My heart seemed to crack slightly at his betrayal. I'd been so happy when he had hugged me. I shouldn't have had asked, I was so stupid. Ignorance was bliss in this case.

"Tell me why?" I asked, drawing away from him, tears threatening to spill over.

"You didn't care about me," he cackled holding his stomach. "You. Didn't. CARE!" he laughed between each word, shouting the last. Gulping in air, he continued, "All you cared about was that brat of a brother. Your reputation held everyone back from beating him to the ground. I behind you enforced this even more! ME! I did everything for you, yet you barely spared me a glance. And when he was gone, you always came to me; nightmares, to talk, to eat with, advice…why couldn't you see I loved you? My greatest triumph was that."

He reached out to touch my cheek; like he cared for me. What kind of man was he, to think he could touch me after that? I slapped his hand back, scandalized. How dare he touch me? Get away from him, my body screamed, away; time to cool down. I had no other place to go. None at all. Making friends didn't come easily to me, much less human friends.

Practically falling out of the coffin, I scrambled back towards the door, pressing my back against it, glaring at him.

"Love me? No, you didn't care about my feelings. How dare you suppose that when he was gone, I'd come to you? I came to you when I wanted to; I didn't think you liked me at all, until after that. I came to you now because you were the only person I knew."

Laughing slightly, I let my tears come, dashing out of the shop. Undertaker's laughs echoed behind me, sounding more insane than ever. I brushed my small hand across my eyes, pushing my body to its limits. Far away from him as I could get.

Undertaker:

His body trembled as his laughter died down, shaking with repressed laughter as tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't funny. He felt stupid, so stupid. At least it was out in the open now.

And now that he had really seen what that did to her, he realized that he'd done something far worse than he'd ever imagined. Not even the project he was working on now could contend to this twisted act. Now she hated him; she'd never come back.


An: ACH! So short. I'm sorry; I feel horrible. As always, your reviews are very appreciated.