Okay, hi, darlings! I've been quite hectic lately with all the Christmas stuff. Anyway…I've decided to make these pretty little horror Christmas shots that can be seen as more of a Christmas gift in its own sense…a very…er…interesting one. XD. I can't promise you that all of them would be before Christmas but I'll try ^u^

Me girls/dudes: Shaddin, Kimber, KitKat, Kassy, Rosie, Monica, Mischa, April, Alex, Cody, and Jackie. And I'll take any request and stuff for this occasion ^u^. No matter if I don't really know you…I'll take anything, people! 3 as LONG as I know them. I BARELY watch wrestling due to guests visiting every Friday *I hate my life; RAW and Smackdown are both on the same night* but I'll try to pick it up so that you're able to request whatever you'd like and not limited to the ancient pairings, XD! ^_^

PLUS IMMA DO THE OLDER REQUESTS TOO XD. My mind is fully loaded on T&T ;D.


Title: Torn Up Photos

Summary: John's been dubbed as "innocent", far too innocent…Edge/John Morrison.

For: MickieMelina4Eva


It's just another one of those nights where the moonlight brushes against their skin and they hear the sound of a chortle followed by a chaste kiss and the candlelight burns silently and it's almost like a clock ticking away every moment of frustration and anguish that hangs into the air and the tension still resides even though there's some sort of fake happiness in their eyes that looks almost real.

John's face is cupped by his lover and there's just not another word to hear and not another sound that can break the very gentle brush of Adam's lips against John's. The candle is still silent even though it wants to warn them that it's not the only one that'll melt in the end. It's a foreshadowing of a tale of sadness and despair but they don't listen even though on the inside they know what'll happen to. John slowly tries to unbutton his shirt but Adam's hand is onto John's thin, adorable wrist and their eyes meet and it's the same cycle again.

There are pictures all around the room. Adam always tells John to take a picture of himself and hang it up around the room whenever they've one a little mistake and John doesn't retaliate or say why and the pictures are haunting and etching into the back of John's mind - pictures of him into Adam's arms into that white dress that symbolise his innocence, pictures of him sitting down onto a bench, and they're always just so covered and that's one of the reasons why Adam doesn't let John wrestle anymore…he can't bare to see his little puppet showing off his chest and hearing comments of some sort of bulimic nature that John's adapted to whilst they're all perfectly sure he eats well and loves his body too much to be a bulimic.

Still Adam's scared of his adorable little flower having any type of disorder and he limits John's time in the bathroom whilst he searches for diet pills or laxatives and after two months, he'd finally given up, knowing that John isn't doing anything to his body. He's looked even in the most unexpected places, like John's underwear drawer and every book in the shelf even though it's impossible to wedge a bottle of diet pills into a book without it being noticed.

Adam watches as John stares at him, still wanting to expose himself to him but Adam shakes his head. "It's not long now that we're going to get married. I don't want you to feel pressured, my love."

John stares at him and stares down at the floor. He wants to show himself to Adam but Adam won't let it. In Adam's own mind, John's simply just some sort of pretty little flower that won't ever be touched or tainted by anyone else in the world. John simply tells him that he'll go out to eat and he doesn't want him going around and Adam doesn't question John's slightly agitated voice. He's playing an act, Adam tells himself…

John walks out and meets up with Mike and off-set they're quite close as can be seen and John would never say it but he's jealous of Mike only because Mike isn't seen as some sort of Virgin Mary, he's actually seen as the opposite of that, with what his see-through black tights and his pretty little a-like tank and his too short shorts but now he's fully covered into black pants and a cuddly red cardigan that he'd stolen from his lover, John Cena and that might explain why it's slightly bigger than what Mike's used to and the way the light contrasts to bring the blue into his eyes makes John envious.

Mike is flawless.

John isn't. As much as he'd like to be, he isn't. He and Mike go out and they're sitting down beside the car and laughing and John stares at Mike with those slightly sad eyes and that's how the story really begins.

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It's about two months after they're married that John gets even more agitated. Adam just starts coming in late from the wrestling federation so that they'd avoid the sex all together even though John and him are married and he'd promised but promises are just meant to be broken and he's trying to avoid an angry John. Adam's entire family just walk in on Christmas Eve, with presents with a dozen colours and all of them are filled with the colour white. To Adam and his family, white means pure. White is the basis of a virgin's life in there. In Adam's family, it's easy to detect that half his sisters are virgins because they wear both the colours white and a purity ring whilst the sisters that aren't virgins are slightly looked down upon. It's almost a contest on who can stay innocent the longest and John's won it even if he hasn't wanted to. The virgin sisters walk towards him and ask him for his "secret" and John simply smiles and fakes secrets because really, he just wants to be touched already.

It's after Christmas dinner that Adam and Drake decide to go out, leaving John with the other girls whom are giggling and he suddenly feels disgusted and too pure to live on because really, if he's as pretty as irresistible as Adam says - then why is he still a virgin? Maybe that's the real reason. John thinks that he's as fake as a plastic doll.

Everyone loves little virgin John whom is as sweet as a six year old and shouldn't ever be touched. John doesn't feel like he's too "cute" to be touched - he feels like he's just too disgusting nowadays. Maybe it's the days that he's tempted to stay outside into a cropped skirt and high heels that make him want to laugh and cry the most. Maybe it's because something of him is missing and he just can't find it. His life becomes circled about him in bed and him staring at the pictures around. He's full of white. He's just full of white in every picture. He looks like a doll that can't be touched or he'd just explode for some reason.

He just wants to show him that he's not so innocent sometimes but he doesn't know how to. John can't bear to actually wear those clothes since he feel too filthy into them but he can't bear to be called so innocent all the time.

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He just can't see straight anymore. His body's numb and his heart's pumping so fast and his vision blurs and the pain hurts and he feels like he's being torn apart in two and he just wants some sort of help but he can't find himself into this mess he's brought upon himself and it's just so horrible and he sees flashes of a horror scene and it's not a real horror…not really…

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'Poor Mike.'

'I don't know how he can just die like that…'

'Mike, dead? What kinda creep would just kill him like that?'

John listens and he can't believe it and Adam's arms are around John's stomach, kissing his head and saying "I'll protect you" over and over again and it's like John can't handle himself and he's just that fragile…

'Poor Mikey…'

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Mike pushes past the road, his shorts are too short and his white shirt is just too pretty and he's joking around with John on the phone, "well, John, if I can fuck you, I would…you're just so pretty…I can almost imagine how you'd look like naked. Kinda smooth-like, you know? I'd fuck you up pretty good…my cock in your ass…just sounds so good, huh, Johnny-boy? We should do that sometime…I can't imagine living like you do."

He closes the phone and stares into space and almost instantly he's attacked and there's just a hit of a scalpel towards his shoulder and it's cutting him in an almost circular motion and Mike can't help but try and breathe and his eyes are burning with tears and the blood's just so…horrible…his predator tears off the piece of his shoulder and bites it almost as if he's lunch but he looks more interested into maiming him into pieces rather than eating him. Mike stares at his arm and he notices that his predator is cutting him into pieces. The flash of silver upon his skin and then his predator his face with something so hard that he feels as if his cheekbones breaking and Mike allows himself to shed some final tears before he's just fully nothing but skin and bones.

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"Look!" Carrabelle's fingers are laced around a tiny ball. It's only a day after Mike's death but for John it feels like a year. Adam touches him and tries to cajole him and tells him that they're looking for the murder and that John's not allowed to leave the house and now he's sitting underneath the stairway trying to celebrate Carrabelle's birthday but John moves towards the kitchen and notices a cake opposite of Carrabelle's cake.

John smiles softly. It's his birthday two days after Carrabelle's. Adam must've thought that he doesn't want to be late for his birthday either. Adam, he wants to be prepared for everything at this case. John moves towards the cake and eyes it. It just looks so delicious with its pinkness. John spears a cut of cake and eats it. It's a tiny cake. John presumed Adam had made it for two. Adam walks inside with slightly wide eyes.

"I know you've been planning to make me a party for my birthday, Addy." John smiles at him, eating another bite of the cake. Adam nods silently but doesn't say a word as he stares at him. "I know you like stuff to be surprises, Addy but pull up a chair. Do you want a piece?"

"No! Eat your cake. I'll just go make you some milk! I think it's kinda dry that's all."

So typical of Adam. He thinks that the cake is dry so that's why he's so worried. Another part of Adam is that he wants to take care of John's pretty moisturised skin and his lovely hair and just everything about him. If John tells Adam to get him some sort of lotion from Paris, then Adam won't hesitate to fly over there himself and get it.

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Adam returns late to yet another day of pretending to work late where he's really at a bar drinking no more than water to try and avoid John thinking that he's not really working late and that he's off frolicking with other men. Adam opens the doorway and his heart pumps ten times faster because there's his John, into a tight black dress onto the floor and naked pictures of him and torn up photos of his innocent ones and a folded up note that Adam opens up and read silently.

'I'm not innocent, Adam. I'm just not innocent enough for your taste…you…heard Mike talking to me slightly vulgarly and you attacked him and killed him and…I ate him. I ate him into that stupid cake. I realised this after I kinda bit through a ring I gave him for his birthday. I know. I just know Addy. YOU KILLED MY MIKE…why? …Addy…did you figure out that he raped me? Well, I led him on, Adam. I'm just not so innocent after all…

'A picture for everything wrong in my life…I don't think I have enough footage in my camera to show you my shame…'

'Addy, I do not expect to be touched. I just expect to suffer into Hell for what I've done. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…I'm not innocent enough…what is innocence anyway…? I forgot. I just lost myself and I found myself when I was cheating on you with Mike. I don't expect you to be in my funeral. I don't even expect you to bury me. The ground has less filth than I do right now…I wish I can wash off the filthy thoughts and be as pure as you want me to be, almost like an angel…but you didn't marry an angel, Adam. You married a lying, cheating whore is what you married. Better luck next time I suppose…'

'I do not expect a funeral. I do not expect to be touched. I do not expect to be buried. I just expect to wither silently in my own filth because really…I'm no beautiful tragedy…'

'I love you, Adam Copeland…'

'A picture for everything wrong in my life…Sorry for all the naked pictures. I'm not a beauty, Adam. I know this. I know that I'm not some sort of goddess…ha…this dress smells like Mike. I'm crazy anyway you would be glad I'm dead. Bye, Adam. Maybe one day in time I can actually be that person in that photograph, that pretty little innocent flower that you've always loved…I wish I was…maybe in a different universe, we're just that perfect couple… I don't know…'

'I don't know anything anymore…'

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I hope that produced at least 0.1 percent of shock factor when you realised that John actually ATE Mike. XD.

Merry early Christmas all you people xxx Sam