"You know Matty, it didn't have to be this way," Jeff said. He had lost track of time and he was now tracing the shallow cuts that now covered his older brother's chest and stomach. "Why didn't you just talk to me Matty? Why did you have to do all those mean things to me? Was your jealously really worth destroying our brotherly bond?"
"You're not my brother," Matt growled stubbornly. He was trying to get out from the ropes that were tying him down. "You're just a fucking psycho."
Jeff just laughed. "Yeah, I know I've gone nuts Matty. I'm very aware of my mental state of mind at the moment." He began twirling the knife in his hands. "You made it worse you know. I had my psychotic nature buried and under control until you pushed me too far. You made me realize that I was going to have to take what I wanted and not give a shit about the consequences. I took my revenge at Backlash; I made you quit and I broke your stupid little hand. That should have been the end of it." He stopped playing with the knife and tilted his head thoughtfully. "Part of me wants to thank you because you broke my self imposed barriers and made me realize I needed to make Adam mine."
Matt snorted. "He's yours for now Jeff. But someone's going to take him from you. If it's not me, somebody will come along and he'll go to them willingly. He's not exactly the most loyal bitch in the world."
Jeff's eyes narrowed. Who the hell did Matt think he was to talk about his Addy that way? Stupid fucking bastard wasn't willing to just learn the easy way. He had to make everything more difficult than it needed to be. He began using the knife to cut off Matt's cast. "Addy is mine," he growled. "And he's only mine. You don't know a damn thing about us Matty. And you never will, because you're not going to come near us ever again."
"Is that what you think?" Matt asked. He was trying to sound brave, but the way he was eyeing the knife gave away the fear he was really feeling.
"It's what I know." Jeff finished the cast off and tossed it away like garbage. "I don't want to kill you Matty. I don't want to go that far. Because if you're found, and they connect it to me, then I'm going to jail and I'll never get to be with my Addy. That's the only thing really saving you right now." He began to grip the knife so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "But I can hurt you so bad Matty. I can do all sorts of things to you that won't kill you, and you won't be able to go to the cops because they're looking for you. They want to put you away for breaking into my house and attacking me and Adam." He began to raise the knife up in the air. "Personally, I don't care if you go to jail or not. I just want you to feel me pain."
Jeff brought down the knife directly on to Matt's broken hand with enough force to make the blade go through the limb and get stuck on the table. The scream Matt let out was absolutely sickening, and Jeff paused for a moment, briefly considering whether or not he was going too far. But then he thought back to everything that Matt had done to him. He thought about the Royal Rumble, the pyro incident, all the matches he had been cost, being run off the road, being attacked with a blunt object twice, Adam being beaten, Adam nearly being raped, his house being burned down and Jack being burned up…his poor Jack, who had been like his son…
"Don't you dare pass out on me you son of a bitch!" Jeff yelled. He slapped Matt across the face as hard as he could. "Come on Matty, we're just getting started!"
Tears of pain were filling Matt's eyes. "Jeff stop it…"
"Why? Why should I stop now? You had no plans to stop hurting me! You wouldn't have stopped hurting me if I hadn't decided to take matters into my own hands! You wouldn't have stopped attacking Adam at the barbeque if I hadn't interfered." He grabbed his knife and yanked it out of Matt's hand. "And the day my house burned down, you didn't stop to think what you were doing to Jack, now did you? You didn't stop to think what I was going to do when you found out your murdered the closest thing I had to a child, did you?"
Matt shook his head. He was obviously sensing just how far over the edge Jeff was teetering. "Jeff I'm sorry! Okay? I'm fucking sorry! I'll go away and never come near Adam and you again!"
Jeff didn't really even hear what Matt was saying. His thoughts were becoming consumed by what had happened to his dog. "Stay here," he ordered as he left the shack. He had a whole new idea in his head. Since Matt started this whole thing with a fire, it was only appropriate that Jeff ended it with a fire.
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Adam looked through the cupboards and saw that one of the butcher knives was missing. "Shannon! Gil! Why is there a knife missing in here?"
Shannon and Gil came over to investigate. "Huh," Shannon said. "I could have sworn they were all here before Jeff left."
Adam's eyes widened. Jeff had a knife…that was not a good thing. "I think we need to go against what he said and find him," he said. He shut the cupboard and ran out of the house just in time to see Jeff walking away with a gas can. "Jeff!" he yelled as he began chasing after his boyfriend. "Jeff wait!"
Jeff wasn't waiting though. He was going deeper and deeper into the woods. Adam tried his best to keep up, but he didn't know the woods very well and he kept tripping and falling over branches and shit like that. But he didn't lose sight of Jeff, and he managed to follow him to a small shack deep inside the woods. When he got in there, he found Jeff pouring gasoline all over the place. Matt was also tied down to a table, his hand had obviously been stabbed and he had cuts all over him.
"You need to leave," Jeff said to Adam. "You can't be here."
"Jeff what the hell are you doing?" Adam asked. He was so stunned by what he was seeing that he didn't even move as gasoline was poured directly on to Matt.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Jeff asked. He started making a trail of gas that would lead out the door. "He started this with a fire, and that's how I'm going to finish it."
"Jeff stop it!" Matt pleaded. "You can't do this. Think about this for more than a second."
"Matt, I'd shut up right now if I were you," Adam snapped. He knew that this was exactly what Jeff wanted to do. "Jeff, you do need to stop though. This is going too far. You can't do this."
"Why not?" Jeff demanded. "He would do it to me and you know it!"
"I know baby, but you can't stoop this low. This is too low and too psychotic." Adam was hoping he could reach some sort of sensible part of Jeff, or his lover was going away for life. "You're scaring me baby. Please, I'm asking you to not do this. Don't do it for my sake."
For a moment, Jeff looked like he wasn't going to listen. But then he threw down the gas can and glared at Matt. "You come near us again, and even he won't be able to save you," he growled. He pushed past Adam and stormed off.
Adam just stood there for a moment, completely stunned by what had just gone down. When he regained his composure, he left the shack and looked around for Jeff. "Jeff! Jeff!"
There was no answer; Jeff was long gone.