A/N: Why hello there, it's Kitty. As Mina told you last chapter, this is my chapter. As her birthday present to me, one of them anyway, I got to write this chapter. Yep, I get to contribute something other than random ideas, reading over her shoulder and being ignored when I correct her typos. The plus side of this, other than what happens to Marcus, I got to read her big book of plots again, so I now know where this fic is going. Now then, I will warn you lovely people, this is a mature chapter full of abuse and not very nice stuff. You have been warned. So, I'm supposed to thank everyone who has reviewed, and ask you to please keep reviewing. So thanks and have fun seeing Marcus suffer.

"William? Are you ok?"

"You were right, Marcus. Knox was unstable. Nothing he ever said can be trusted." William glanced up, locking his gaze with Marcus'. "He tried to kill himself. I suppose because he was jealous of what we had. How could I have not seen it?"

"Well, you didn't want to believe it, did you?"

William nodded slowly. That was why he was so willing to believe Eric's theory. It was easier to believe that Marcus was some kind of monster than believe that Ronald- bright, perky, intelligent little Ronald- could ever attempt to take his own life. It was wrong. It was just so wrong. Even if his memories weren't complete, he couldn't see Ronald giving up. He couldn't see anything pushing Ronald so far it would just break him. He knew enough to know Ronald he'd been through hardships before, he'd struggle through and just bury it all rather than give up.

"No, I suppose not," William said. "I always seem to draw the wrong people. I suppose that losing my memories is one of the best things to ever happen to me. It's shown me how blind I was before. I should have seen it. I almost wish he'd get off."

It wasn't all a lie. He did seem to draw the wrong people and losing his memories and looking at his and Ronald's relationship in pieces and fragments, it made him realise there were a lot of things wrong. Marcus sat next to him on the couch and offered him a small, uncertain smile.

"If I knew who it was, you wouldn't be mad, would you?" William frowned and shook his head slowly, hoping whatever Eric had planned would work. "I didn't mean to hurt you so much." He crawled over and sat himself on William's lap, gazing up at him, gently stroking his cheeks and William's stomach churned furiously. "I wanted to check on you, but I saw that stupid brat pushing you into a stationery cupboard. You were in the office, you were working, how could you let him do that to you? And the way you moaned his name... it just made me sick. He made you so weak."

William nodded slowly, pushing down the seething fury in his chest. Even if he couldn't remember it, if he was willing to be intimate with Ronald in public then he obviously loved him more than anyone before him. The idea of Marcus talking about him like that was just infuriating.

"So, why would you take it out on me?"

Marcus shook his head. "I didn't mean to. Not like with her. I just wanted to talk with you alone. I asked you about him and you told me you loved him now. You didn't want me anymore." His fingers trailed up to William's heart, running his fingers over the jagged wound slowly healing. "Your heart belonged to him. You wouldn't listen to me. You used to be so reasonable, William, and that dumb kid had made you stop thinking."

"So if you could have me no one could?" William said.

"No." He shook his head desperately, looking so deeply offended that William could tell what he was thinking. "No, I didn't mean to hurt you so badly, I just wanted to be able to look after you, but you tried to fight me. You just wouldn't stop fighting against me."

"No one saw you go in or out."

"Of course not," Marcus laughed. "I'm not stupid. I know how to use portholes. It was easy to get in and out without being seen. Just like I did with that brat."

"What did you do to Ronald? I thought he tried to kill himself."

"I just needed you to see how dangerous and unreliable he was." His fingers brushed William's cheek and he suppressed the urge to shudder and turn away. How could Marcus be proud of what he'd done? To him and Michelle? To Ronald? It was disgusting. "You see that now, don't you? That he's unstable, unreliable and not good for you? He deserved to be punished for making you change. And at least now he'll get the help he need, won't he? It wasn't exactly what I wanted to do but it helped you, so I enjoyed it."

He enjoyed it? He enjoyed making Ronald suffer? He had to squash the urge to slap him away and drive his scythe right through him and leaving him to die like he had Ronald. Why did he have to pander to this idiots attention seeking? Eric and Grell seemed to have slaughtered people for hurting people they cared about before. Would it be so bad to do the same for Marcus?

No.

If Marcus didn't confess fully Ronald could be locked away forever. He had to make him confess in any way he could, even if he had to play up to his delusions about their relationship or William's feelings for him. So he swallowed his pride and stroked his cheek, watching furiously as Marcus smiled and closed his eyes.

"You did well, Marcus. I was stupid not to see how unstable he was. He could have been dangerous. If you hadn't got him locked up..." Marcus smiled and blushed, lowering his head slightly. "So tell me, how you punished him, Marcus. What did you do to him for me?"

"Oh, William," Marcus said quietly. "I don't want to upset you with those details."

"I want to hear them," William said. "I want to know how much you love me. Tell me what you did for me. It must have been hard for you, maybe I can make it up to you."

Marcus nodded and blushed heavily as he nodded, making the urge to hit him rise up again. Did he have no shame whatsoever? Did he really think anyone could be praising him for attempting to murder Ronald? And for putting him on the edge of death? How did this make sense in his head? William pushed down the urge once more as Marcus started talking. He just had to let him talk and prove his own guilt.

"Well, if you're sure you won't get mad." William forced a small, reassuring smile to get him to continue. "I waited until he was asleep and stole some extra pills then waited until the guards had just gone passed. I used a porthole to get into his room, and he was so sleepy and drugged up he didn't question when I fed him more, he just took them like the stupid little kid he is." William clenched his jaw and adjusted his glasses, ignoring the temptation to demand he never spoke like that about Ronald ever again. "By the time he realised what he'd done it was already too late. All he could do was lay there and I could do whatever I wanted."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," he said, like it was obvious. William had the horrid feeling he knew what Ronald had gone through already. "I mean, he was nothing on you, I just took a little taste, just one little kiss. The pills hadn't quite taken their full effect yet, he was almost gone but... he managed to bite me. He told me you loved him before they took him completely. After that he was helpless though. I wanted to make him pay, William. He's a liar. Liars need to be punished."

"You punished him."

Marcus nodded. "He deserved it. He ruined you. Besides, he's only in it for the fun, isn't he? He only wanted you for the sex. I gave him what he wanted, just a bit rougher than he liked."

"You raped him."

"He didn't say no, and he didn't fight." He couldn't. William was appalled by the man on his lap, running his hands over his shoulders. Even more than he had been. Did he really think this was ok? He took a deep, slow breath, trying to keep calm and in control. He had to admit to cutting Ronald's arms. Of course, he didn't think anyone would blame Ronald for attempting suicide if this was anything to go by. "He enjoyed it. Besides, I didn't have sex with that disgusting boy, who knows where he's been? You're the only one for me. You make it sound so dirty."

William nodded again. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the urge to smack him and leave him to die. In those few moments of silence, with Marcus waiting for approval, some many flashes of Ronald suffering returned to his cracked memory. How it had taken him so long to get him to trust him and open up after so many years of suffering. How was he going to fix him up after this? Ronald was going to be a mess. He didn't know how he was going to help him after this.

"Go on."

The white hot anger and disgusted sickness only got worse and harder to control as Marcus nodded eagerly and told him story like child who'd wanted to talk about a new present. He described in horrendously graphic detail his brutal abuse of Ronald's body, how he'd kept his actions hidden from guards so he could take his time, and how Ronald ad been crying silently, unable to say a word or defend himself, how he'd been completely at Marcus' mercy and the older blonde had taken total advantage of it to humiliate and hurt Ronald in very way he could. He even went so far as to talk about Ronald's body, his lips, his mouth, everything, like he was talking about an animal or an object, just inspecting him as if expecting William to agree. Whatever Eric's plan to get him officially arrested was he hoped he was doing it right now. This kind of confession could get him locked up for life, if not given the death sentence. He wanted to see the bastard killed for what he'd done to Ronald, for being proud of it and enjoying it. But it still wasn't enough to help Ronald.

"He said your name." William glanced up, pulled from his disgusted daze. "He managed to actually say your name when I told him what I was going to do to him."

"He was so broken he tried to kill himself," William said.

Marcus laughed softly. "No, silly, he could barely move his fingers and he could just about whimper. He couldn't do that to himself. I had to help him. Well, I didn't want him to suffer. So I got out one of my scythes and cut him. From here-" he motioned to the heel of his palm "-to here-" he ran his finger down to his elbow, going almost right the way along the artery "-on both arms, just to make sure. Only I timed it wrong and the guards found him before he could die."

William nodded. That was it. He'd tried to kill Ronald. There was no way Ronald could be forced into staying locked up now.

"And Michelle?"

"That bitch?" He laughed and getting up off William's lap again. "She deserved it. After that long, I just wanted to hurt her. Besides, she knows what I've done in the past. She'd go and blow it all. But it's ok, without that you'd have never realised how much we needed each other."

"That's quite enough, Mr Lance."

William snarled, getting up and pushing Marcus away with his scythe against his throat. It was almost satisfying how confused and hurt Marcus looked by the move. The door to the spare bedroom opened and Lucy stepped in, holding a recorder. A step behind her were Eric, Alan and Grell and just behind them a security unit.

"I agree, Mr Spears," Lucy said. "That will be more than enough to secure the death sentence." She pulled a note from her pocket and handed it to Eric. "Mr Knox is not threat to himself, and I think he would be best out of lock down." Eric nodded, taking the note as the security unit handcuffed him and pulled him away. "Thank you, Mr Slingby, without your tip off a serious miscarriage of justice could have been missed."

"William?"

Marcus looked so confused it was almost pitiable. Lucy turned to leave and Eric followed her out. There was a long, dragging moment of silence where Alan looked ready to throw up and Grell wanted to rip something apart. The churning, seething fury in William's stomach had yet to fade, but he kept the mask up. He swallowed heavily and focused on Eric as he came in again, shutting the door behind him before collapsing next to Alan on the couch.

"Wait," Eric said as Grell went for the door.

"What?"

The pair argued loudly and William sat next to Alan. His hands were trembling. How the hell had the doctors missed it? Weren't they supposed to be smart and trained to see this sort of thing? How could they miss it? He didn't care what Eric and Grell were yelling about, he just wanted to the idea of Ronald in that much distress out his mind.

"I'm going to get Ron."

He looked up at Eric's sudden announcement. On one hand, he desperately wanted to go with Eric and see Ronald but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him Ronald wouldn't want to see him. After what he'd done with Marcus, completely throwing their relationship aside just because he'd been a bit uncertain. He didn't like uncertainties. In fact he hated them. Things went wrong when he wasn't in control. Losing those memories had opened up all sorts of questions. He'd made a terrible mistake that had almost cost Ronald his life and caused him untold trauma, why would Ronald want to see him?

"He wants you to be there, William. The only thing that made him talk was me telling him you'd come for him, that you were worried about him. He only wants you." William nodded slowly and got up. "Grell, there's a graveyard just down the road from the Undertaker's. Find the grave marked Midnight Moore. There'll be a coffin next to it. Wait for Mark and Peter there, the Undertaker should already be there."

Grell growled and stamped his foot. "What? Why are we going to a graveyard?"

"Moore?" Alan said. William frowned as Eric rubbed the back of his neck guiltily. "Is that what I think it is?"

"You can keep an eye on Michelle for me, right sweetheart?"

Alan sighed but nodded and Grim mewled. Honestly, William had been so caught up in thinking about Ronald and Marcus he'd forgotten all about him. He got up slowly and got out a packet of cat food, giving him half and putting the other half in the fridge before following the others out.

Waiting in the hospital was one of the most terrifying things William had ever done. Not being able to remember everything from the past thirteen- almost fourteen now, he realised- years he couldn't be sure but he couldn't remember being more afraid of someone's reaction before. No matter what he told himself, he couldn't stop thinking what if Ronald didn't want anything to do with him anymore? He wouldn't blame him. It was entirely his fault. Ronald had only tried to please him, just like always.

Alan stayed with him, talking quietly and constantly, like he was trying to reassure him. It wasn't really working but he appreciated the effort. Finally, after half an hour or so, Eric came out with Dr Burns and Hazel ahead of him and Ronald a few steps behind, his eyes fixed on the ground. Alan stood quickly but William took his time, for the first time taking in Ronald's condition. He looked a complete mess. Within moments his gaze was drawn to the bandaged and braced arms, his sleeves only fell about half way down his forearms and were nowhere near long enough to cover them. Ronald noticed his gaze and pulled his sleeves down as much as he could, folding his arms and glancing away.

"Ronald..." Alan hurried over but Eric caught him in his arms, holding him back. "What's wrong? Eric?"

"You ok, Ron?" Eric said. Ronald didn't reply. "Ronald." Ronald looked up sharply. Whenever Eric called him Ronald it was serious. There was a moment of silence before Eric sighed and spoke up, sounding more like a big brother than usual. "William came to see you, Ron. Shouldn't you at least say hi?"

There was another long moment of silence before Ronald slowly turn back to them and nervously raised his gaze, not quite looking William in the eyes. He wasn't wearing his glasses, William noticed. Why he was focusing on that he didn't know, but he didn't want to think about what Marcus had done to him.

"...hi..."

William took a step forwards, masking his uncertainty, not entirely sure what to say. Everything sounded wrong, patronising or pitying. And Ronald had never wanted pity. He frowned and adjusted his glasses absently.

"Ronald." The little blonde flashed a weak smile for a second before lowering his head and gaze away again, playing nervously with his sleeve as an obvious shift through him. He slid off his jacket and held it out for Ronald. "Here."

For a moment, Ronald didn't move then slowly reached out and slipped it on, buttoning it up all the way and folding his arms again as he returned to playing nervously with the sleeves. William just about caught the muttered thanks and then they fell into silence again.

"Not awkward at all," Alan whispered.

"Shh, sweetheart. Ron, William." Ronald turned slightly and William glanced up. "We should go. Do you want to stay with Alan and watch Michelle, or do you want to go home or something, Ron? I mean, we're going to deal with Marcus but if you want to stay here-"

"I want to come."

Eric nodded and glanced at William who frowned but nodded. Whether it would be good for him or just make him worse he wasn't sure but he didn't want to argue. Alan waved them off, promising to come and see them if Michelle woke up. Once they were alone, Eric opened a porthole. William had noticed this, all this talk about portholes, and now Eric being able to do it, and he couldn't for the life of him remember what was going on.

They stepped out into a graveyard, Ronald staying a few steps behind, where Grell and the Undertaker were sitting on a coffin, waiting in silence with Grell glaring at the Undertaker. The redhead noticed them when the Undertaker looked up. Within the space of a few seconds Grell had dashed over, attempted to throw his arms around Ronald, squealing, and been tossed into a headstone, cracking it in half. Ronald staggered back, panting and whimpering.

"Easy, Ron," Eric said, getting between them, raising his hands peacefully. "It's only Grell." The fearful glaze in Ronald's eyes faded and he seemed to realise what he'd just done. "That was your own stupid fault, Grell. What were you thinking?"

"Ronnie?"

"I'm sorry, Grell. I just..." He sighed and turned away, playing with his sleeves again. "I don't want to be touched right now."

Grell nodded quickly and got up. They'd all heard what Marcus had said, no one blamed him. Eric sighed and William turned. The Undertaker was holding out a few shovels. The blonde took one and began digging up the fresh grave. Really? They were digging up a grave? William knew this was a serious situation but it was a bit disrespectful. The Undertaker handed one to Grell and held another out to William expectantly. Really? He took it slowly. They were honestly digging up a grave. He glanced back at Ronald and started digging. It was disrespectful, yes, but he'd do anything to make Ronald smile again and mean it.

"Well, I guess no one heard him." William and Grell stopped digging to glance at Eric as the Undertaker chuckled madly. "What?"

"Are you telling me you know who's in here?" William said.

"Alan figured it out," Eric said. "It says Moore on the gravestone."

"He did try to blackmail dear little Alan into inappropriate acts." They glanced up at the Undertakers as he spoke, Ronald sitting nervously next to him on the coffin. "None of us took that well."

"He kept hitting on Ronnie too," Grell said. William frowned as Ronald dropped his head even lower, staring down at his hands, still playing with the hem of his sleeves. "Whatever you did, he deserved it."

"They buried him alive, my dear." A porthole opened and the Undertake shooed Ronald off the coffin gently, opening it up then helping them out the grave. "Here they come."

The porthole widened and Marcus stumbled through. With perfect timing, the Undertaker nudged the coffin forwards just enough to catch Marcus' legs and trip him up, sending him tumbling face first into the coffin as Mark and Peter stepped through with their scythes in hand. William frowned and glanced at the pair. He was sure he recognised them, but couldn't figure out where from. Marcus groaned and laughed.

"Nice of you guys to save me." He managed to get up on his knees despite having his wrists chained behind his back and grinned up at the Undertaker. "I thought I was going to have to actually escape myself."

There was a growl and William glanced at Eric just in time to see him slam the handle of his scythe against the back of Marcus' head, knocking his forwards again.

"After what you did to Michelle?" Peter snarled, swinging his scythe down so it slammed into the wood just next to Marcus' head as he yelped and rolled away. It seemed it was only then that Marcus realised the trouble he was in and who was around him. "She's one of us, Lance. You're done."

"William?"

"Don't you dare try and ask him for mercy."

The whole group turned. Limping through the graveyard, leaning heavily on Alan and her scythe, was Michelle. William didn't like that. She shouldn't have been awake, let alone on her feet and out there. One side of her face was bandaged up, he remembered seemed a huge wound right the way down one side, and she was limping heavily. Those stiletto heels couldn't be helping either. As she reached the coffin, the Undertaker and Peter took her weight, helping her to sit on the edge of the coffin as she panted heavily. Alan moved back behind Eric, calling Ronald over to keep him from too much trauma from this. Whatever was coming it looked like Eric agreed with getting them out the way, waving them back at little, and that Marcus knew what was about to come as he tried to get up. Peter and Mark drove their scythes through his shoulders to hold him in place. He screamed and twisted, begging Michelle not to do it. Whatever it was.

To William surprise- and utter horror- Michelle took a deep breath then swung her legs over the edge of the coffin, turning on the edge and driving her heels straight through his eyes. Marcus fell still and silent, his records flickering out but were completely ignored until they faded and he whimpered. The Undertaker was holding her shaking hands gently as she looked about ready to collapse.

"He loves Ronald and you..." She laughed and took her hands from the Undertakers, gingerly leaning forwards onto her knees, putting more weight on her heels. "You were stupid enough to hurt him. Mercy no longer exists in his vocabulary."

Eric let out another growled and tore his scythe across one of Marcus' legs, making his scream again and a moment later Grell's shock seemed to be replaced by blind fury and he revved his scythe, driving it through his stomach causing him to cough up blood. The scythe didn't even splutter as Grell pulled it out and twisted, driving it back in at a right angle. They didn't have long. Reapers might have been resilient but they were vulnerable to death scythe wounds. They wouldn't kill them instantly like cutting their record, but they were still dangerous.

Ronald whimpered slightly and William glanced over. Sitting by one of the headstones, Alan was talking quietly with him- well to him, Ronald didn't seem to be saying much, just staring at the ground. It made William's blood boil. Without thinking, he swung his scythe up, took aim and squeezed the trigger. It shot out with a snap, sinking into Marcus' chest with ease. He squeezed slightly and retracted the scythe, receiving applause from Michelle and Grell and a cackle from the Undertaker as he tore Marcus' heart from his chest, spilling blood everywhere.

"William." The soft, broken whimper made turned him away from the gory sight. Ronald glanced up for a second before returning his gaze to the ground. "I want to go home."

Marcus was all but dead anyway. William release the scythes hold on the heart, dropping it unceremoniously into the coffin. A porthole opened for them and Alan stepped through first, Ronald just behind him. William paused, listening to the familiar sound of a heavy blade slicing through the air and the slick, wet thud of a scythe through a reapers neck before stepping through after them.

He really had no idea what he was doing. Grim greeted them as they entered their apartment. It was a matter of seconds before Ronald scooped him up, sat on the couch and curled up. Making certain to look the door, William walked over slowly and sat at the other end, watching him. There wasn't a time he could remember when he'd felt this awkward and uncertain. What was he supposed to say or do? Ronald didn't want to be touched and he wouldn't want pity. They still had the whole day before it was even a reasonable time to sleep. Not that Ronald usually cared.

"Do you want something to drink? I'll make you a coffee, or do you want something stronger?"

"No thanks."

That was it. Normally Ronald would be talking nonstop and climbing up onto his lap, looking for whatever attention he could get. Now he just seemed to want to disappear. He frowned and yawned. He'd been so worried about Ronald and Marcus and everything else he'd been neglecting his sleep. Going to be wasn't a bad idea actually.

"I'm going to bed, Ronald." He glanced up at his name and William got up. Since he'd lost his memory he'd only called him Knox. The recent incidents had brought a lot of memories back in a small space of time though. Almost too quickly, but it was worth it if he could figure out how to help Ronald. "Are you going to join me?"

"No thanks."

William nodded and left slowly, not really sure what else to say. He changed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed, closing his eyes and trying to sleep. Only he couldn't. There was movement in the next room and Grim mewled. The door opened and Ronald came in, sat on the bed and curled up again. Grim nuzzled against William's hand and he patted his head gently.

"Are you ok, Ronald?"

"No." There was a long pause and William rolled over to look up at him. He hadn't even removed William's jacket, he'd just drawn his knees to his chest and closed his eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright."

"I just don't want to be on my own."

"Ok. If there's anything you need, just tell me." Ronald nodded. "Alright. Goodnight then. Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it."

Again he nodded. William rolled away again and closed his eyes. He doubted he'd sleep though, not with Ronald in the state he was. It wasn't right. Ronald wasn't supposed to be this broken. That was just proof of how brutal Marcus had been. The things Ronald had pulled through before hadn't done this. All he could do was try and figure out how to help him and hope it worked.