TERASBETONI. XD.

Well, it's a fic partly for Hardly Here, KitKat needs a shout out…what else? OPETH. MARIANAS TRENCH. QUEEN. SHANNON RAPE. SHANNON RAPE…FINNTROLL…HARDYCEST ORANGEAIDS. In Flames. XP. But that's a very good band right there that she should listen to—like…right now. XP. Anyways…here's the next chapter, where it gets just a smudge more intense. XD. SO SPN ENOUGH? :D Also, I should change this to horror. -_- If it's something Dani Filth would love reading…then I suggest it turns to horror. XP.

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Chapter Twelve – Last Caress Part 1

Jeffery Nero Hardy slipped into the bathroom.

A gasp escaped his lips as he turned around to see the shut tight door. It was shut before…but there was something in with him in the room, his body twisted as he was hit by a sort of ninja, Jeff quickly jumped, not knowing what he was doing for a moment as he was about to open the door.

The white gowned Jeff tried to open the door, but it was locked, jammed shut.

A smirk played upon the shadow's face.

It was a shadow.

And it was fucking scary. Jeff grabbed onto a sort of frame and smashed it against the door, grabbing onto a card and unlocking it the only way he thought he can and then running away from the shadow figure…bumping into no other than Matt. Then his eyes went to Caroline. "Where's Angeline?" Jeff asked but in that second, Matt was gripping onto Jeff, staring at the shadow figure.

Jeff felt stronger than Matt for the moment but he didn't know what to do.

Jeff shut his eyes for the moment. The demonic creature pushing himself out of Matt's grip and then looking over at the shadow like figure…not a threat, a message…Jeff approached the figure with all cautiousness. "Jeffery Nero Hardy, stop trying to act like you ain't afraid and get over here!"

But Jeff wasn't afraid.

Jeff walked towards the figure and stopped, the cold air touching at his body as Jeff realized that the figure was in disguise…he just knew it. Jeff nodded his head, somehow he could feel what the shadow was feeling for the moment, encrypting every thought in that shadow's body…just being that person, while staying in his own body…and Jeff nodded his head then turned around towards Matt. "Shannon's in trouble!" Jeff exclaimed. "Randy and Adam took him away!"

Matt was shocked at Jeff's thoughts. "Jeff…you're—"

Jeff was already pushing himself out of Matt's reach and running out of the doorway, barefoot and in messy pigtails. "No! I know what to do, Matty!" Some part of him did. Some part of him was acting on impulse. Shannon…Shannon was in deep trouble.

"Jeff."

Jeff turned around to see a stranger, with the sweetest liquid brown eyes, almost as sweet as Matt's, and soft brown hair, light and messy. His flesh pale against the moonlight and his clothing made of prison clothing—as if he'd escaped from jail and on his hip, where his pants were lower than supposedly, Jeff can see some sort of sign, the Devil's symbol. "…and you are…?"

"Sheckler."

He bit down his lower lip.

"Ivan Sheckler."

SkinAndBones

Ivan Sheckler hated Ian Sheckler with every fiber of his being.

Ivan rarely thought of it as something stupid—since he hated himself in some way…but Ian was this part of him that he didn't want to be. Ian was evil, and Ivan was his angelic counterpart. Ivan was all Callie, all angel, all his mother, while Ian had only a crescent of her, nothing more than just a simple crescent, the rest of him was shaded in pure evil. While Ian committed crimes, Ivan was the one to be blamed from him…he looked like Ian, after all, the same features, just instead of honey eyes, he had liquid brown eyes and instead of dark brown hair, Ivan had light brown…but other than that, they were identical.

Except for the fact that Ivan carried the Devil's symbol engraved on his flesh, on his lower hip and Ian…Ian didn't have that—no, he had some sort of flower on him…and it wasn't much of a tattoo, just something that had found its way to their flesh after the split. That was just it. Ivan's finger circled around the symbol on his hip…so ironic. He was some sort of angel with Satan's symbol engraved on his flesh.

Ivan had a connection with Ian non the less. Whilst Ian had a more physical ability, Ivan had a mental ability and God, he knew he could screw Ian in ten different ways…after all, he knew Ian's weakest points, he knew Ian's strongest desire…and yet, he did nothing. Nothing at all. Just sat there and watched his other half break the universe and shatter people's lives. That was all he did. And then rot in prison for Ian's mistakes.

Of course, Ian never realized that Ivan existed.

No. Not at all.

Most times, Ian didn't know his own family. That he even was born…no, he just remembered his duties as the Devil half the time…the amnesia that Dr. Love had forced on his son, to make him forget all the good parts of life and make him feel this incredible pain…Ivan turned around to face Jeff who was driving and he kept on thinking…thinking…

"You're like a queen to the Heaven side." Ivan finally said.

"…oh so?" Jeff asked, raising his eyebrow.

Ivan nodded his head. "Yes. You see…there's Heaven and Hell. Michael Mizanin is like the King of all things malice…but Mike doesn't control Hell. No, that's Ian. Ian is like…my twin? I don't know how to explain it…but I know that Ian would stop at nothing to destroy Mike…he wanted to control everything evil and at that point, the world would be his. He already has too much power with Horrorland…"

Jeff stopped at a moment. "Horrorland?"

"A place…in the ninth ring of Hell." Ivan nodded to himself. "It has six parts, six…different 'countries'…who don't speak different but have different cultures and traditions and they're sick…in a sick way."

Jeff nodded to Ivan's notion. "And…and I'm like…this queen of Heaven?" the thought made him feel so important. "And Mike…"

"Mike and you were supposed to wed but then there's the organization that Mike and Shannon joined…and there's your love for Matt. That pretty much breaks everything…and when everyone realizes that supernatural beings dominate most of the planet, they will fight…and they will win…that's why everyone's so keen on both of you marrying…it's like peace."

Jeff stopped the car for a moment, his heart thudding and his head spinning. "…I'm not human?"

Ivan laughed for a moment. "Jeff, you're as human as I am. Physically, you're human…but inside, you're a demonic spirit that has an angel's heart…" Ivan looked down at his feet. "Like me and Ian. I'm his heart and he's…he's this condensed figure of evil…just waiting to be unleashed on the world."

Jeff nodded. "Can you explain this to me?"

Ivan sighed before nodding his head as well, pressing his head back to the car seat. "We have a long ride. Continue driving and I'll tell you all about it."

SkinAndBones

Shannon Moore had no idea where he was.

He was just scared.

…he thought of how these people will live.

Jenna and Dylan took Shannon over towards the first region and his head was spinning as he looked at the desolate-like town…and Mark followed him, Dylan and Jenna afterwards.

"This is the first part." Mark explained, looking over at the town he'd been to a million times before. "These are called the Immerse, Eye Slingers."

Mark sat down onto the grass and patted onto his lap, and Shannon instantly fell onto Mark's lap, too tired and too exhausted to care about how much he'd hurt Mark when he'd fallen on him. "These people have a king and a queen, both of them. They're called as Deverajas. Deveraja Darrell Donor and Diamond Dale…"

Shannon nodded, 'the D's…"

"It's tradition." Mark sighed. "These people's traditions is that… when a child turns ten, they rip out his eyes."

"Out of his sockets?" Shannon's eyes widened and suddenly, he felt overprotective of his own eyes.

"See, this a type of sick, twisted love…later on, when they grow up, the woman gets the husband's eyes…and the husband gets his wife's. The husband sews his wife's eyes into her sockets and vice versa. That's just they way they live. You know the saying 'your eyes are the windows to your soul?' It's like they're exchanging souls in this region."

Shannon felt as if he wanted to throw up, his stomach pulsing with vomit as he sat up straight and his head spun with horror. "…and…and I have to do that?"

"If you wanna pass the course, yes."

Shannon trembling and tears were threatening to roll out of his eyes. "With…with Mike?"

"Yes. They'll get Mike for you and they'll rip out your eyes, Shannon…and you'll have to live with them for a week before shifting to a different region and you'll realize, the more and more you pass through these regions, the worse they become." Shannon's heart was thudding into his chest—worse? They were going to take out his eyes, what could be worse than that?

"The Immerse, these people, have been in war with the Impaled for a while now…you'll know more about them later. But here's something about this place, something that you can be astounding in… you see, these peoples' best talent is art. They believed that art was something to be felt, you didn't need to see your canvas to feel it…and that was what made their art so beautiful. Because they felt their art…and you, pet, are good in art, no? This should pass you by…"

Shannon nodded his head. "What if I don't pass?"

"…you die…"

…dude, I wouldn't trade my eyes with anyone's. XD.

Kassy, sorry, but I'm not taking off my eyes for you. No matter how much I love you…okay, I might. Just a bit. :3 I LOVE YOU. But it better be painless. XD.

…remember, all this twisted blood and gore and Horrorland is made at the age of 12…and mah husband thinks she needs help. If you need help, then what do I need? A shock to mah brain to reduce insanity?

XD.

X Sam.