Disclaimer: Me owning a death Note? Pfft. Yea right. It'd be pretty awesome while terrifying!

Third Chappie!

Almost done will have fourth and final Chappie done and posted soon!

Promise!

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Hope this is gettin really good to ya and sorry this izz soooooooooooooooooooo short!

Near screamed in pain when boiling water that had salt and lemon juice mixed in it was poured over his burn wounds and unmarred face. His eyes burnt and his so did the rest of his body. His nose smelt only lemons and the strange metallic smell of the salt water. Fresh blood oozed from his wounds due to the heat of the boiling water and all he could wonder was if Matt was really coming or if he had been killed on the way or perhaps Matt didn't love him anymore, because Michael was right.

Maybe Matt did only care for him because of his beauty.

What if Matt never really loved him and all he wanted was a single night in bed with him? What if Matt had never even, actually been his friend? Had Near always been alone? Did Matt even really care about whether he lived or died? Had Matt been toying with his heart like he (Near) toyed with his hair? Near wondered and wondered, but all it did was make his heart ache worse than what it already did.

Soon Michael came in and taunted him. "Aww, where is Mail?" he said with mock sympathy. "Doesn't he want to save an unattractive wretch like you?"

"M-Matt loves me…." Near said weakly. "He wouldn't want me to hurt…this badly…be-because he loves me…."

"Does he?"

"Y-yes…."

"How do you know? Because he told you so? Huh?"

Near wanted to say yes, but he was too weak and his throat hurt badly he coughed up some blood and watched as a sick smile spread over Michael's face.

"I said it before and I'll say it again, Nate, Mail is a liar and only lies to you. He just wanted you for your body, but now that your beauty is gone…he is no longer interested in you…Mail only wanted to pleasure himself with your body and then forget about you. Mail doesn't love you he hates you! He always has and always will. Nobody has ever really loved you, Nate. Nobody."

The blonde left as tears started brimming the boy's eyes.

Near was so frightened and in so much pain that he saw no reason to cling to life anymore, but then the memory of meeting his redheaded friend, no Matt was much more than that, Matt was his perfect, much-loved angel. But when he started to think about all Michael had done to him…he contemplated…if Matt would want him after all this?

Tears slid down his face and stung as they went.

A cry of agony came from deep within the boy's throat as a fist slammed into his wounded torso. Michael was back and in a crazed, insane rage. "All that matters to your precious Mail is your good looks. He's not coming Nate, cause I told him that you're no longer pretty." Michael sneered.

Near glared up at the blonde scornfully. "Y-you're…l-l-lying…liar!" Near sobbed with great effort. "Liar." He sobbed again only to whimper in pain when he was slapped.

Matt, please, just come to me…if not to save me…please let me…let me see you one more time before I-I die…please…Matt…. Near sobbed silently.

Another match was lit.

"N-no…." he whimpered. "Mi-Michael…no…please…s-st-stop…."

He wailed loudly as it was dropped onto his already burnt and bloody torso.

More pain.

The fire then embraced his arms and legs. He hurt so badly. He wanted the pain to stop, but it seemed to only increase and then stop and then increase. The pain hurt too much. He screeched loudly feeling his vocal cords tear themselves apart and then he went mute. Blood worked its way up his throat and out his mouth. Cold water was dumped on him and he felt another wave of intense pain.

Then all of his body went cold and seemed to numb.

Then a baseball bat slammed down onto him, over and over and over again. The pain was not there and Near knew that that wasn't a good sign. It was like he was aware he was being tortured from somewhere far off, but not within his own body. His body, he knew was just a broken container. Sparks of life were stirring within him and slowly, one at a time going out. Death was coming closer and closer with each passing moment.

He was aware he was being beaten, but could not feel it.

Was he dead?

He didn't know, but as the sound of a baseball bat hit the floor and then a fist slammed into his chest he hoped Matt would be the last thing he could see if he were to die that day. All went black and the boy had no more thoughts, no more hopes.

His eyes were closed tight, but his tormentor saw not a sound nor traces of life.

The little boy didn't even move.

Michael was pissed. He pulled Near off the bed and kicked him in his ribs. He swore and moved quickly to his room. He pulled a gun put from his dresser drawer and headed back to where he was keeping the unconscious Near.

A gunshot rang out several minutes later. Birds flew out from around the house moments after the sound appeared, but they landed back on their perches after it faded. All was silent and all was still.

Nothing moved nor seemed to breathe.

It was still as death.

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