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Master of Plastic Puppets

Phil ran as fast as he could.

He didn't know if he could run any harder. His feet were ready to gave away and he felt like he was going to collapse any moment, on the ground—falling, shattered hearts and twisted pain and bleeding souls, all around, horrifying world of blackness and it was closing in on him and he didn't know how to breathe anymore and he didn't know how to see anything that has any color anymore. The grayness and the blackness were the only colors that were painted in the sky. The only colors that was around, the grass that was brittle and black and the sky was still black and there were no stars and nothing at all but a world that was covered in black.

Pain in his legs. He didn't know why he was running from the world anymore and he just collapsed onto the floor, his body brittle and dull and he felt dead anyways and he didn't know how to move.

"Phil, Phil, Phil…" Chris's voice was in the air, infusing and Phil's face went red hot as he tried to stand up but was knocked down and the pain that was in his stomach as he spat out the dirt from his mouth, the taste of the dirt mixing in with the saliva of his mouth as he tried to stand up fully, so he could run, run, run.

"Run, Phil. I love a good chase."

Chase.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Phil tried to run, for his life even if he felt like every part of his limbs and every muscle in his body was ready to rip into pieces and he was unable to run anymore but he still kept on running.

"Phil, Phil, Phil, do you really want to die…?"

Phil shook his head as he looked back, slowly stepping away backwards and his body bumped into a tree, trying to catch his breath and the sweaty, sticky strands of his hair were almost glued to his face.

"Phil, Phil, Phil…"

The voice condensed to its true form, Jericho walked towards them with a smirk on his face, and Phil's eyes widened as Matt stood there with a blue tray of too many sharp tiny objects and Phil couldn't move at all as his stomach burned with acid and Chris pushed him against the tree, letting the tiny splinters of the tree dig into the soft flesh.

"Phil…do you like puppets?"

Phil shook his head.

"Why not? I'll teach you how to like puppets, Phil," he let of his hands grab onto a sharp tiny scalpel from Matt's blue tray and Matt stood there, unable to process what was going on until Chris stabbed Phil into his shoulder, causing hot, sticky blood to fall, every droplet of his red blood cells falling down onto the forest ground and Phil couldn't scream, too much in shock as he let the pain overtake his body. Chris stabbed Phil on the other side of his shoulder, kissing his shoulder so the blood will pool into his mouth. "You know, I always liked you for some reason. Too…bold, aren't you? You're not shy, are you? Very bold with your emotions…how do you feel right now?"

"I-I-I'm scared," Phil stuttered.

"I can't hear you," Chris grabbed onto the collar of Phil's black shirt and ripped it in a second, causing Phil to hyperventilate and pant even more as Chris pressed him harder against the tree, the splinters of the tree still digging into his sensitive, thin flesh. "Say it again, all too fearless CM Punk."

"I'm scared." Phil whispered, unable to speak because of the dryness in his throat.

Chris shook his head and grabbed onto a thick string and he stabbed Phil with the scalpel again, on his right shoulder once more, close to the first pierce, and he ran his the thick white string through those two cuts, using the as holes, before tying them both together and Phil shook his head, unable to describe the pure desolation of this all, the horrifying agony that twisted in his body and this caused Phil to scream but Chris only pushed him harder against the tree, silencing him.

He threw the string over the tree branch and grabbed onto the end of the rope, that was all too long but he didn't care as he stabbed Phil's other shoulder, similar to the other one, letting the white string to poke through those two cuts but he didn't tie both of them again, he simply let the white rope to fall down onto the floor.

"So, Phil, how do you feel right now?" Chris said.

"Chris, please stop," Matt mumbled under his breath, unable to see the now puppet-looking Phil that was attached to the tree all too literally and he could see the tears spring out of Phil's eyes, mixing in with his sweat and there was too much heat into Phil's body, infusing with the blood that was drying all too fast. "Don't hurt him."

"Oh, sweetie, don't try to stick up for this bastard," Chris told Matt, leaning down to capture his lips with Matt's and leaning away before looking at Phil and smirking but Matt had to do something to distract Chris and he pulled Chris to him, kissing him, causing the tray in his hands to fall and Chris ran his hand through Matt's side before pulling away. "Sweetie, don't be scared. It'll be over soon."

"Please, don't hurt anyone else, Chris. I can't take it…" Matt whispered, his voice cracking and breaking but Chris shook his head and went back to Phil, the scared little straight edge Superstar that looked like he couldn't take it anymore and Chris grabbed onto the string, lifting Phil up towards the tree, the blood pooling too fast out of his body and he wrapped the tree around with a rope.

Chris leaned down towards the blue tray and pulled out a plastic puppet, cutting and chopping the doll into pieces, he let the deep plastic puppet dig into his skin, painting him with plastic, letting it dig into his skin, flesh came into contact with the thick plastic and he smirked once more. "You know what would be cute, little puppet?"

Phil shook his head. "Please, I can't take it anymore…"

Chris grabbed onto a scalpel and he ran the sharp tip through Phil's chest, making a heart slowly and easily, then he dug the scalpel in his flesh, tearing the skin into pieces and pieces that fell to the floor too quickly and Chris grabbed onto the remaining plastic of the puppet and he stuffed it inside of Phil's chest before he smirked.

And Matt's fears were conformed.

He was dead.

Matt cuddled towards the cold metal of the cellar again.

"You should be punished, love. I can't let you distract me when I'm about to kill a person."

Matt whimpered.

"I know you don't like it here, baby…but I have no other choice… I can't let you start crying all over again when I start killing people…"

Matt didn't say anything anymore.

He just allowed the thick air to suffocate him.

"Chris…"

His voice was cracking.

"Jeff…"

Those vibrant green eyes.

That soft, silky hair.

That beautiful, beautiful smile.

He still can't remember.

And he was afraid to remember now.

He curled up. "Chris, please, don't kill Jeff… please, you promised if I helped you kill one…you wouldn't hurt him…Jeff, you're safe, right?"

Tears fell down his face.

"Jeff…you're safe, right?"

He didn't know why he was repeating.

"I'm trapped…"

He needed to get out of here.

He needed to save Jeff.

He…

He was trapped.

"Jeff…"

He needed to get out.

He really did.

But the dingy cellar didn't seem to have any way out. At all. This was it. It was over. Jeff was going to die.

Then he heard the sound of a chirping mouse.

He looked at the tiny mouse that was eating off rotten cheese off the floor.

Matt's mind flashed to a time where Chris had told him that he owned a mouse.

"Darlene…?"

The mouse continued to eat the cheese and Matt shook his head.

A mouse couldn't help him…

Or could it?

Reviews will be much appreciated. Happy Halloween. Oh and next kill will be John Morrison.

X Sam.