A/N: Here you are, chapter four, but before you read it, I have a recommendation for all of you readers out there who appreciate twisted and death/torture oriented fics. She Pukes Glitter, that's her pen name, nickname of Arachne, wrote a brilliant fic called, "Two of A Kind". Draco Malfoy meets a character of Arachne, Relic, in a sketchy bar/club of a sort, and Relic (a very pretty young woman) brings Draco home to show him her "collection", and I love the collection, one of my favorite parts. I won't ruin the story for you, but I've been promised a killing spree in a later chapter, and who the hell doesn't love those? So, for all you wonderful sadists out there, go read it, it's a good story, and you MUST review, before or after reviewing this story. Thanks to everyone who supports this story!

Anishu: gasp The perfect review! Finally, someone gives me structured criticism! Well, other people do, too, but it's not often, so thank you very much, I really appreciate it! Heh, I'm not very good at feeling bad for characters that have been tortured, but yes, I think I understand what you mean. I am so glad to hear you like Draco's descriptions, and thank you. I just cannot say this enough though, thank you for the advice, I will be sure to take it. And you're welcome, hehe, I don't like gags either. I'll try and put some more dialogue in, and describe the surroundings more, especially those two aspects, but the rest I'll try and touch up as well. I put a bunch of dialogue in this chapter though, hope you like it!

KumalsFine: Damnit all! Why do all the goddamn awesome people live in different fucking states than me! AGH it pisses me off! The world needs more sadists. Massachusatts especially. Move here, I command you. Satan, I know! If Draco was like that in the series…mmmmmm. Hehe, I'm glad you like my twisted stories, though, thanks!

She Pukes Glitter: You've been dead, too? Small world. Thanks, glad you're enjoying it!

akuma-river: Is Harry going to go insane? It's an interesting question. But I can't tell! You'll see. What book is this based on? Hmmm…well, think of it like this: Draco's maybe, nineteen, give or take a few years, Harry's about the same age, they're out of Hogwarts, Voldemort is dead, as are the bulk of his followers, the wizarding world is at "peace", and this, this story, is a small slice of discord in this world. Thanks to you, this review changed the chapter, and Harry's rant, because I realized I needed a back round, so, much thanks to you!

James Skye: Sadly, I have never had the chance to witness/experiment with large amounts of salt in a deep wound. Salt and ice, yes, but I imagine that's different. So I don't want to tell you the effects of something when I could be wrong, though my guess would be slower healing, blisters, swelling, and I know it would burn. Hehe, yes, mind games are brilliant fun. Thanks!

Rusted and Weathered: Ooo a new reviewer! Glad you liked it, and I usually update faster than most stories.

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I looked over at Hades, and he mouthed, "Aura" to me. I concentrated on seeing that light around him, that describes peoples deepest emotions by way of color. Black. Pure black. This should be interesting. It doesn't get any worse than black. There was some really complicated shit going on in his head, he was confused, in denial, self hating still, angry, and pretty damn miserable. And, if I'm not mistaken, black also happens to be the color of suicide.

And so I took several more steps toward him, which, in fact, you aren't supposed to do with a suicidal person, but hey. He raised the dagger, and put it over his own heart.

"Harry," I said softly.

"Talking me out of it won't work. I don't fucking want to live, Draco. Not like this."

"You may as well tell me if you're going to die," I reasoned. "Tell me what's going on with you."

He shook his head, pressing the dagger in a little.

I tried a different approach. "Harry, if you go now, we'll be very, very pissed. And do you know what happens when we're pissed?"

"No…"

"That's right, you don't."

"What happens?" he asked.

"You tell me your dirty secrets, we'll tell you ours. Deal?" I saw him hesitate. "Not like it's going to matter, Harry, if these are your final minutes, right?"

"I guess not," he said, and lowered the dagger. Now there are plenty of things Hades and I can do to stop him. For example, Hades can run over faster than we can blink, and snatch the dagger, simple. But we sure as Hell aren't therapists, and that won't take away whatever he's dealing with. Besides, I'm curious. And impatient. I just want to cut him up into itty bitty pieces, but first, we have to take care of this.

"Spill," I said, and sit down on the floor, motioning for him to join me. I want to say, the sooner you fucking spit it out, the sooner we can torture you until you're raw and screaming. But that probably wouldn't be seen as comforting.

He sits down, and screams, writhing and clutching his side.

I watch for a few minutes, content to watch him twist around, making the pain worse. Then I suggest, "Why don't you lie down?"

If I had wanted him to be in less pain, I would have told him to stand. But it was nice watching him in so much pain as he struggled to lie down.

I wait for him to speak, which takes a long time, and everything is silent. He takes a deep shaking breath, and I know the only reason he would ever say whatever he will say is because he thinks he's going to die.

"Here goes, the shit I'll take to my grave: I've been dead before, I've had urges that no one expects the fucking Boy Who Lived to have, I've had dreams that had to do purely with – with stuff like you guys do that were far from nightmares, and I was doing it, and I do bring death to everyone around me, I'm sick of pretending I don't, I'm a fucking magnet for it. I'm so tired of everyone's expectations….I saved the world from Voldemort, and now everyone I ever loved is dead, so what does it matter to me? At least when he was alive I had a life, a purpose! Now I have nothing! I'm wandering around the muggle world, because they're so much easier to be around, I'm a walking, talking, lie! I lie every day! I'm supposed to be the ultimate brave, good, Gryffindor, and that doesn't match what goes on inside me at all. And there's no way I can ever tell them that. Tell them that the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. And you're my torturer, Draco!" he seemed not to notice he had stopped calling me Malfoy.

"I'm supposed to hate your guts! I could have killed you, and I couldn't! I couldn't do it! Even knowing that if I kill you, it will save countless lives from being screwed over, it will save so many people so much pain and trauma, I couldn't do it. Instead all I can think is that I envy you! Because you don't hide, you don't pretend, you embraced the darkness! And you can do this," his voice lowered to a whisper, pointing to the hideous wound in his side. "I can't. I have so much I'm supposed to do, everyone wants to shake my fucking hand and glorify me! Everyone loves me because I killed him, no other reason, everywhere I walk people suck up to me! I hate it! I HATE THEM ALL! THEY'RE MORE FUCKING FAKE THAN I AM!" He shouted this part, hands clenching. He took another deep breath, and continued on, as if we had triggered something deep inside of him he'd always wanted to say, as if he couldn't stop.

"I don't even know what the fuck happened to me! And I hate myself! I disgust myself for saying this, for thinking the thoughts I think, for being what I'm supposed to hate and kill! I have no one left that was ever close to me to help me find the right way!" he looked around at us, seemed to realize what he was saying, and shut his mouth. Oh, there had been more, not too much more, but enough, I was sure there were some things he would never tell us. Just keep locked up inside, hurting himself more and more in that way.

Harry closed his eyes. "I'm not going to live. No one will ever have to know what I feel for you, and everything that's wrong with me, or anything else!"

"You never heard our dirty secrets."

"I – what does it matter? I'm about to die!"

"It does matter. Doesn't it Hades?" I turned to him, and he nodded solemnly, which must have been strange for him, because solemn is just incredibly un-Hades.

Harry sighed and opened his eyes. "What is it?"

"You may not be able to kill me to stop it, but you never found out what happens when we get pissed." I nodded. "We would go out, raid that large city above us, and bring back enough people to take out that…disappointment on."

"We only get beautiful victims," Hades added, and paused to see if Harry would say anything.

He gave a bitter laugh. "Then you sure fucked up bringing me here."

"You don't think you're beautiful?" I asked, surprised. Surely everyone must tell him that, at least everyday.

"I know I'm not beautiful, Draco, don't fuck with me," Harry snapped.

I exchanged glances with Hades. Hades shrugged, and we both left it aside for later.

"As I was saying, we only get beautiful victims, the best of the best," Hades continued. "Know why?"

"Let me guess…" Harry said, still slightly bitter. "Knowing both of you, even for this short time, I'd say the vain ones are fun because you get to mutilate that beauty."

"Well, how about that, he thinks like a sadist, too," I grinned, and Hades joined me. "And naturally, Hades won't fuck anything that isn't at least pretty to look at."

"Unless they have an aspect to them I like," Hades added. "But anyhow, we love things of beauty, so we'd probably clean this whole, huge city of them. We can do that, you know, never doubt that we can."

"Know how many boys, and girls, teenagers, and young men and women we'd screw over? We'd probably kill a few of them, because, while not nearly as fun as torture, nothing scares someone like having the person they love tortured and killed in front of them. Naturally, we'd let some of the loved ones live, because then, you see, those who love them can look at them, and watch them change from who they knew, and wallow in their misery each and every day."

"And who'd be responsible for these happenings?" Hades picked off where I'd left off.

"You would," we said in unison, and his eyes widened, the dagger falling loosely from his hand to clatter to the floor.

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A/N: This is a "Happy Halloween" chapter, if you need a little darkness to get you in the mood. I'd post it on Halloween, but I'm going to be very busy, as Halloween is the best holiday ever, and I don't want to miss my chance to scare little kids shitless and eat too much candy. Among other things, of course. Happy Halloween, everybody, and REVIEW please, I updated for all of you. Thanks in advance!