Author's Note: Did my cliffhanger absolutely kill you? Are you sitting there with a pitchfork, ready to pluck my eyes out? I'm sorry for leaving you guys hanging for so long. xP I had every intention of updating earlier this week, but I kept getting dragged away from my computer. Bah. But I got it done! Here's the latest chapter of Game Over. I really loved writing this one; it just flowed from my fingers without me having to think about it. xP Of course, it's almost four in the morning right now. So I'm not really thinking about ANYTHING right now. xD Teehee. All right, I promise promise promise that Ad Interim, Between Angels and Thieves, and Round One are ALL getting updates before this time next week. I swear. Cross my heart and everything. I've actually got half a chapter of Between Angels and Thieves written. So expect updates on those! All right, I've made you wait long enough. Onward!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I owned Death Note, I would trade for the Shinigami Eyes. What? I want 'em! I'd gladly trade half my lifespan for them! Die young and leave a pretty corpse, ne?

Warning: Whole. Lot. Of. Cussing. Geez, I must've been in sailor-mode for this chapter. These guys swear like crazy. But I can't really blame them. Oh, and rape. And abuse. And...well. You're going to hate me after this chapter. I just know it. Blame Zane!


BANG.

Mello cringed as the man's head exploded against the motel wall, bits of blood and brain matter dripping down across the blonde's shoulders. He wiped at his eyes, smirking to hide his repulsion, before standing up to kick the crumpled body aside.

"Excellent timing, Jay," he grinned at the man standing in the doorway.

"I try my best, Boss. Are you all right?" Jay motioned for the sniper and lab tech to hurry inside the room. "These two took care of the guy's men outside. We kept one alive. He might know something."

"Great," Mello snorted, wiping blood from his lip. "Bring his ass in."

The sniper, Vance, dragged the struggling minion in by the hair. Max, the lab tech, kept a knife at the man's throat. They shut the door behind them, tossing the wounded man at Mello's feet. Someone pressed a pistol into Mello's palm.

Mello glared daggers at the sniveling creature. He took a fistful of the man's hair in his strong grip, hoisting him to his knees. The biting metal of the gun's barrel brushed teasingly over the man's temple.

"What's your name?" Mello barked, shaking the semi-conscious form roughly.

"H-h-hal," he choked.

"All right, Hal," Mello hissed, "Talk. Where's Zane?"


Matt shivered and retched again, jerking hard against the rough, calloused fingers tracing the sharp jut of his collarbone. The hot breath teasing his ear made bile rise in his throat, but it was the horrible thing inside him that made him so sick.

"You simply sing," the man whispered. "You sing so sweetly when I take you. Like a little bird."

"What…now?" Matt groaned through gritted teeth. "First, a…fuckin'…fish. Now…a bird?"

"Yes," the man moaned, moving uncomfortably inside the young hacker. "Birds are so beautiful, aren't they? All you have to do is clip their wings, and they'll never leave. You're a little red bird, like a cardinal. Sing for me, little bird."

He pushed deeper inside, pulling out and slamming back inside again and again.

Matt screamed.


"Take a left here. Go half a mile until you see a greenhouse."

"Good, Hal," Mello purred, stroking the man's face with the pistol's tip. "What should we know about Zane?"

"He's fuckin' psycho," Hal shivered, "Your boy is probably dead already. Give up."

Mello glared out the window, counting slowly to ten before he violently cracked the butt of the gun across the man's face. Hal coughed and sputtered, fresh blood dribbling down his chin. Mello snorted, gazing back out the window.

"Drive faster, Jay."

"Right, Boss. I'll go as fast as I can safely go."

Mello shifted anxiously in his seat, wishing like hell that the car would go faster. Matt was waiting. Trying vainly to ease his nerves, Mello turned toward his captive once again.

"Hal. Who all did we kill back at the motel?"

"Them? Lonnie 'n Riki 'n Marty. And Boss, of course. I fuckin' hate you for killing them all. I've worked with each and every one 'a them guys for two years now. Like family or something."

"They tried to kill me first," Mello growled, "so shut the fuck up. What do you know about your Boss?"

"Fuck," Hal swore, hanging his head. "There's no use hiding anything now. Boss went by Doc before he hit the right rank. He still loves to play Doctor with the guys we rough up. I think he was a med school dropout or something. I don't know. I'm just a lackey. I haven't risen much in ranks yet, you know?"

"Understandable. Someone like you wouldn't know much about those you work for. Were you there when…when my hacker was kidnapped the first time?"

"Me 'n Lonnie were. But only on the first day, because Boss needed us there. We just watched, I swear. We were only there to shoot someone if we got attacked. I swear to God."

Mello closed his eyes, tightening his grip on the gun.

"Tell me everything you know. Names, actions, whatever you think of. Your life depends on your answer, you fucking pig," he hissed, gripping the pistol so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Shit! Fine, fine! Just don't fuckin' kill me!" Hal cringed, turning his head away from the intimidating blonde. "Fuck. I got called the first day, and the guys brought him in. He was drugged out of his mind, far as I saw. Fuckin' blacked out or something. He didn't bitch a fit or anything when they tied him up and stretched him across the table. I was on the couch the whole time, I swear. I didn't touch him at all. I just sat around with Lonnie and drank a few beers. We were just two people in a room of twenty. Honest."

"Fine, whatever," Mello snarled through gritted teeth, "Just tell me what the fuck happened."

"A-a-all right, sorry. Uh, then…lessee…they sat around and drank a little while until he started coming to. So they talked to him a bit, and he didn't answer anything. He started cussing and Jeremiah slapped him like fucking hell. Sammy and Neon started teasing him at some point, putting their hands all over his face and crotch. I think someone shoved a finger up his ass and made him suck it. I don't remember. Shit, just know I didn't do any of it! Don't shoot the messenger, yeah?" Hal glanced up nervously, deciding quickly to keep his gaze focused on the ratty carpet interior of the car. "Oh, uh, driver? Another left at this stoplight. Take the highway until you've passed five exits. Take the sixth…it should be right after that KFC sign."

"Just keep talking," Mello demanded, cocking the gun.

"Shit! Shit! I get it! Fuck. Well, Boss started getting horny after a few drinks, so he wanted to Play Doctor with the kid. Promise you won't kill me for telling you?"

"I fucking swear it. Just fucking spit it out!" Mello screamed wildly, making Jay and Max jump in shock.

"Oh, Christ. Oh, Christ. Fuck, man. Don't fucking shoot me. God damn it, I'm talking! I'm talking! Oh, fuck me. So Boss, he fucking wanted to Play Doctor. So he made sure the kid's wrists were tied and he…ah, fuck. He shot the kid up with aphrodisiac. And let him sweat for a while. I didn't laugh, honest to God! But the guys, they all laughed. It was funny watching him squirm and sweat with his hands and feet tied. But I swear I didn't think it was funny! So Boss waited until the kid was really feeling the effects of the drug, and he decided to fuck him. Christ, don't kill me. I didn't want to watch. I was just there, drinking beer and playing guard dog. That's all, I fucking swear!"

Mello felt the pit of his stomach burn. "Rage" couldn't come close to describing his brutal, pulsing, intense hatred. He saw red.

"Fucking. Keep. Talking." He choked, voice tense. Hal squirmed under the pressure of those words, knowing that this was not someone to fuck with.

"I…I swear, I didn't do any of it. I just had to watch. I had to! They made me watch. I'm sorry, man, I am. Don't kill me, please!" Hal cowered, exposed to Mello's raw hatred like a butterfly with its wings pinned under the examining glass. "He…Boss 'n Larry 'n Vic, they all made the kid blow them. Kid was still delirious with the drugs and aphro, so it might not've hurt him as bad as it looked…"

"Is there anything else?" Mello asked sharply, carefully unwrapping a chocolate bar because God he needed it.

"I didn't see shit after that. They got bored and the second shift came in. Second shift is Rap's group. I have nothing to do with them, I swear! I have no fucking clue what they did. They're rough, and that's all I know. I swear to God, that's everything I know."

"And Zane? Where was he during all this?" Mello bit into the dark chocolate, swallowing without even tasting the rich flavor.

"Zane helped tie him up, and he had a damn good seat when Boss was fucking the kid. He got harder than hell when he kid was screaming. But that's all. He didn't do anything at first. But he stayed for all three shifts, like the fuckin' freak he is."

"Do you know anyone in the second or third shifts?" Mello growled, snapping more chocolate off.

"Rap's gang is mostly his family by blood. Jaya 'n Markus 'n Penno 'n Ritti 'n Xanax 'n them. The third shift was Bad Errik's group. You don't fuck with them. They'd beat a grandma to death for pocket change. And they're ALL fucking horny as fuck all the time. Or, they were. You killed fucking all of them, save for Zane. Zane is tight with both gangs. He's a specialized shooter, so he gets around pretty well. We don't know who his main boss is. We think he might work for himself. You know, freelance or whatever. Fuck. He's a psychopath. Hey, driver, take that dirt road. You'll hit a service road in another few miles. Take it, and turn when you see the McDonald's sign."


"Fuck you," Matt swore, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His breath reeked of stomach acid and copper, and just the smell made him want to vomit again. "Fuck you, you fucking bastard!"

"Temper, temper," the man said, flicking a lighter in front of Matt's face, "That sort of attitude will only hurt you more in the long run."

"You'll pay…for this…" he growled, hanging his head. "You'll fucking pay…"

"Ah, now what did I just say about your temper? Some boys just never learn…" Zane grabbed Matt's bound wrists, uncoiling two reluctant fingers. He flicked the lighter again, burning the skin until Matt's screams echoed throughout the room.

"Ahhh, fuck! You sick fucking pervert! I'll kill you!" Matt cried out, letting bitter tears pour down his face. His whole body spasmed at the god-awful pain.

"Watch your temper!" Zane spat, slapping the hacker across the face. "Use your manners. I know you've got them somewhere under the layers of filth and grime that make up your personality." He slapped Matt again, shaking his head slowly.

"F-fuck you…" Matt groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Some boys just never learn," sighed Zane, flicking the lighter once again.