Okay, now that we got basic backstories and origins completed, what exactly happened in five months?

Well...

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London and Kendrick's Suicide Table

Dedicated to NeroAnne, Terrahfry, Redsandman99 and Seraphalexiel

by Green Phantom Queen

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Chapter 6-Lesson 1: How to mold mind and body

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The past five months changed us forever. We no longer became Helmsley, but 'London' and 'Kendrick', the HooliganZ. It was strange; one day we were called Paul and Brian, then we no longer addressed to those names. We became...broken. In the first month of five, we learned how to use our body as an 'expression' of art, and to this day, I still dream of very horrible things that happened to us. And it happened just two weeks after we got to our safe haven...

"Morning, London." said Jeff as they were walking down the hall. "How was Shawn's lesson?"

"Rough." Paul answered back. "Morrison's quick time personality drills nearly killed us because he'd turn from obstinate to arson in three seconds flat. But, it was worth it; the quicker we became London and Kendrick, the better. And tonight, Kendrick and I are free. But as for you, tonight you have the art exhibit lesson, right?"

"Yeah!" Jeff replied, bouncing up and down. "Big brother, I mean, Surge, is coming with me. It's gonna be great!"

Great...yeah...the one thing I soon realized that in this family, Brian and I could no longer be brothers. Shawn stated that from now on, we were who we would eventually become. If our 'roles' were meant to be for brothers, then we would act accordingly. I mean, we were given a giant fluffy bed to sleep in and to tuck each other into at night, but the idea of no longer calling Brian my little brother scared me...he was the only companion I had in my life, and one day we might be called to do separate roles and might not see each other for a long time. And even if we did, we would be called 'London' and "Kendrick', not 'brother'...

"Hey, London!" said Jeff, breaking Paul out of his trance. "London!"

"Huh?" said Paul, dusting the cobwebs out of his head. "Did you say something?"

"I said three 'somethings'!" Jeff replied. "I said that the lesson Surge and I are taking is going to be at the White Palette. Second, Shawn said that he wanted two more people to come to make sure we're doing it right, so…"

"You want me and my br—I mean Kendrick—to come with you then." said Paul, finishing Jeff's sentence. "Well, I guess that can work. Both of us don't have lessons tonight, so we'll come with you."

"Goody!" Jeff exclaimed. "I'll see you tonight! I'll be busy playing mud wrestling with Capt. Charisma and Damon after breakfast!"

And then he rushed off to help HBK off with breakfast. Even if the food nourished us, we were still empty...or we were empty in the beginning, and were beginning to become full. I guess it was hard to think about what was going on at times like this, when you're adjusting to becoming free and not bound by rules.

"Well, Kendrick and I have to go shopping for groceries today, so we'll see you after that." said Paul. "Lucky for us, we got the last job applications at that new smoothie shop."

"Least it's better than what Prototype is doing." Jeff giggled. "A limo driver with no sense of direction; kind of ironic, isn't it?"

"When you think about it that way, it is." said Paul. "Well, I have to get going. Kendrick and I have to get to work by 9 or else."

"Okay then!" said Jeff, waving goodbye. "I'll be busy working on some art. Wish me luck."

"Dude, you don't need luck. All you need is a little attitude and friends in high places." said Paul before he started to walk off. "You'll go far with those two alone."

'You'll go far with those two alone.' That was what HBK told us on our 'official' first day of living with him. We needed an attitude to carry on from who you were going to be and people to help you out should things get hectic. I didn't understand that last part—it wasn't as if we were part of some worldwide mafia ring—but his intonations and how Shawn looked so calm when he said that simple phrase made me feel a bit nervous, but also excited. This feeling of change, and that we weren't going to be alone as we emerged from our chrysalises. There was that nagging feeling of not being able to see my brother as a brother, but the love I had for him was still there. Would it still be there by the time I became 'Paul London' and not 'Paul Helmsley'?

No...love is still there, no matter who says otherwise. Love is eternal, and it shall stay eternal for as long as it's there.

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Work at the "Electric Mayhem" Smoothie Shop was fun that day. Sure, there were the occasional spills, the giant orders, and the mix-up between pomegranate juice to pomegranate-apple juice, but all in all, it was exciting.

"Oh, Kendrick." said Paul, as he was preparing an order of '450 Splash'. "Galaxion is inviting us to go to his art exhibition lesson at that White Palette place tonight."

"Really?" said Brian. "I heard that that lesson changes you forever. I mean, when Capt. Charisma and Stryker did it...well, Stryker became more possessive, and Capt. Charisma became quiet. I saw it firsthand; I was getting a midnight snack..."

"Wait, you're the one drinking milk from the carton?" asked Paul.

"That's beside the point!" Brian snapped back. "Anyway, I hid behind the counter and saw Capt. Charisma and Stryker returning back to the house, and I heard Stryker acting alll weird. He was whispering something on the lines of 'You'll always be mine' and 'I'll protect you', and Capt. Charisma is just quiet—usually it's the opposite with those two, with Capt. Charisma being chatty and Stryker being the silent brooding type."

"Maybe they're trying to fool us by dressing up and acting like each other. They are twins you know."

"No, I swear that it's the real thing. You can tell who's whom by the tattoos...Capt. Charisma doesn't have a tattoo so that's how you can tell him apart from Stryker."

"Uh, Kendrick you do know that Capt. Charisma only wears blouses like those vampires from Interview with a Vampire, right?"

"But no one can truly mimic personality! That's why something's wrong! I don't like the looks of it all."

"So what? We go and ask them personally about the whole incident?"

"Yeah." Brian whispered. "And don't forget, art class isn't until midnight."

I just didn't like it...my observations that evening had to be right. What happened that day with Stryker and Capt. Charisma? In fact, ever since that incident they haven't stopped doing this whole 'role reversal' act. I heard rumors that once someone takes the Art Exhibit class, you lose yourself forever. It preys on your own weaknesses and makes you sick all over...but once that happens, you change. You no longer become the person you were when you arrived on the doorsteps of HeartBreak Kid...

I was worried, but I wasn't going to tell Paul that.

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Dinner came at around 8 PM—it was John and Randy's turn to cook—as everyone was talking about what they had done that day. Paul and Brian were laughing as usual, more than they had ever done before back at their old home. They were a big family, each of them working together and helping each other out...it was always a happy occasion at dinner.

"Listen guys!" Jeff announced. "Remember those super secret, top priority rectangles I've been hiding from you?"

"Of course." Matt muttered. "I see them every day because I share the same room as you do."

"Well, I took them to that Art Museum and they're going to place them in the exhibition hall in two weeks!" Jeff replied. "And they want me as part of their art show this weekend."

When we heard Jeff was chosen for this special contest a few days back, we were ecstatic. But the mention of 'art show' and his 'art exhibit' lesson made my stomach churn with butterflies. I didn't like where this is going...exhibitions to showcase your work and not give a damn about what people say about you because it's your work of art and no one else's. They can copy it, but it isn't actually theirs; it's just a replica of the original and anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

"Congratulations." said Shawn with a smile on his face. "May I now present a toast—may this be the start of good things to come for us. For all of us."

"Here, here!" said Jeff, raising his glass of water into the air. Everyone else did the same, clinking glasses with everyone else as a round of toasting echoed the hall. Cameron and Cheyenne clinked glasses with themselves in a burst of giggles.

Everything seemed so peaceful...well, except for the part that for every dinner we've had—whether it be pot roast which was a bit dry or even delving to an Indian curry—we never saw Shawn's right-hand men join in. I didn't like it...something was off with those two. Something so off, that I had to skip dessert that evening...

And when I skip dessert, Brian's the only one that knows that it means 'I have a very bad feeling about this'.

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Dinner became evening chore time as everyone packed away stuff for tomorrow or headed off to jobs. Some of the older residents of the house like John Morrison or Mike Mizanin were off for rentals and the rest were off to other deeds.

At around 11: 15 PM, Paul and Brian were in their room, getting ready for the two to head toward the "White Palette", the meeting place for Jeff and Matt's lesson that evening. Something was just wrong...very, very wrong.

When Paul skipped dessert, I knew something was on his mind. He told me about the Art Exhibition lesson and the uneasiness of the change. I then discussed my worries about the change I found in both Adam and Christian. It didn't seem like them, no...they weren't them. And unless I seeing things, I swear I could see scars across their backs...what happened?

"We're going." said Paul, taking some change into his pocket. "We're going to take a bus and follow Matt and Jeff into the White Palette. I have a very bad feeling about this."

"Since when have you haven't?" said Brian, grabbing his harlequin mask, placing it over his face. "Now come on."

The two of us followed Matt and Jeff to the bus stop, hiding ourselves with leftover magazines as to not alert them to our presence. When the bus rolled in, we sat a seat behind them, observing them. We knew better than to follow someone, but we had no choice. What was going on? What was so terrible about this lesson that made people switch personalities and then permanently stay like that? Christian's become silent and will barely speak a word and Adam is now a master to the silent blond. What happened to them?

The bus hissed as it landed near the bus stop of the White Palette. Jeff was bouncing up and down with joy while Matt grasped his hand and exited the bus. Paul and Brian followed suite, making sure they were hidden inside the Hardys' blind spots. There was a line to the White Palette, girls in spaghetti sraps and jeans and boys with sleeveless shirts and sandals all ready to enter inside the building. Matt and Jeff were still oblivious to what was going on, though.

"I don't like where this is going." said Paul. "I mean...this White Palette place, doesn't look so friendly."

Brian poked his head outside, seeing the bouncer inspecting everyone going inside. From the looks of it, the face of the bouncer would make grown men cry...and they certainly didn't want to be caught and have Matt and Jeff notice that they were tailing them for reasons other than for a night on the town.

The line was long, long and long...in about ten minutes; we got to the front and somehow made it in. It was weird; the bouncer never asked for ID or warned us that we were too young to enter. I had very bad feelings about this, but the pulsing sounds of the music inside the 'club'...lured me. It lured everyone into it, all they could talk about is how good the music is and how they ought to dance to it.

Brian thought I was crazy, but I had to dance. I just had this strange feeling to dance around like a chimpanzee and sing my head off. The words…'Submit to your slumber/convey your feelings through a mask/seek what you want/but what is it that you ask?' It was if they were speaking to my very soul. By the time we got inside, I was at the dance floor, hearing the siren tunes take me in. It was beautiful...oh so beautiful.

Paul was dancing, laughing, ignorant of everyone around him...all he heard was that beautiful voice—it was if it was some sort of pagan ritual only for teenagers his age. As he danced Brian—who had brought along a pair of earplugs to block out the noise of the club—looked on weirdly. Paul didn't dance like a crazed maniac as far as he could tell—ever since freshman year, the two would be the wall flowers of the men in class. Was it because it was his first time doing something like this? Brian couldn't tell...

Brian looked up, seeing the band. The drummer and guitarists were normal...but it was the person singing. She was a goddess, butter nut skin and long blonde hair, all pretty dressed up in a white dress with rhinestone jewelry. In her hand was a microphone, her lips singing out the beautiful alluring tones that made everyone dance. But with the earplugs, it was hard to tell what she was singing.

I noticed Matt and Jeff dancing and 'grinding' on the dance floor. Everyone had someone to dance with, except Paul. Poor Paul, just dancing like an idiot while everyone else had a partner...but my sense of logic told me not to go...

Oh forget it...I have earplugs on anyway, so I wouldn't be distracted...right?

Brian saw Paul dancing in the corner and grabbed onto his hand. Noticing this, Paul snatched onto Brian and twirled him around. The blonde Hooligan was trying to scream words to Paul, but he wasn't listening. And as he was spinning around, Brian saw Matt and Jeff grinding more, kissing each other on the lips.

Dear god my head was spinning...I felt like throwing up.

Paul took Brian into his arms and embraced him, mouthing out words that the speakers echoed. Of course, Brian couldn't hear them, but he could hear the rhythmic booms and pulses from the loud amps. Closing his eyes, he could somehow just feel time slow down, his brain registering the notes and thundering rumbles of music as a way to make him relax. Even as everything began fading into black, being wrapped up in his brother's arms as the two of them danced made things seem all right...

Paul and I were sucked into darkness...and that's all I remembered up to that point and time.

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Unknown to the Hardys, or to Paul and Brian…Shawn was there. After telling the singer—Lillian Garcia was her name if he recalled—that it was time for intermission, the four brothers were sent into separate booths of the bar and given them triggers and commands that would only work while they were in the trance. It took a while for Shawn to get Paul and Brian under his control—because Brian still had those annoying earplugs on him—but he eventually got that cleared away.

Then, he then motioned both Brothers of Destruction to take his 'disciples' to some of the back rooms. It was time.

Paul and Brian wrapped in a gentle embrace in one of the beds—the same happened to Matt and Jeff in another. The music and rhythm were laced with a subliminal command that would help them fall asleep. Of course they had to be open to suggestion to begin with—and what better way than to slip odorless drugs into their drinks? Shawn smiled to himself—it worked for Adam and Christian, so using two sets of brothers for his 'experiment' should be easy.

"Wake up." said Shawn in a gentle voice. "It's time for your 'art exhibit'."

At the command, Paul and Brian opened their eyes. They then realized that they were stuck in their embrace…but when they tried to remove themselves, they found themselves stuck.

"What the-?" Brian exclaimed. "I'm stuck!"

"Don't look at me!" said Paul. "I…can't get out either…"

"Now, now." said Shawn, getting the attention of both brothers. "Things will be alright as long as you listen to me. Okay?"

Normally, when faced with a situation like this, we'd usually tell someone to 'Fuck off' or ask 'What the fuck are you doing?' But when he told us this, we both answered with a yes and a slight nod. It was if…as if we were forced to do this.

Shawn flipped the light switch, the room becoming swathed in darkness. Except for the ceiling; a chaotic purple, green and yellow light show swirled in the air, right above Paul and Brian's heads.

"Look into the lights and stare past them." said Shawn. "Breathe in and out…in and out…and stare into the lights…keep staring at the lights and let yourself go…and all the while, you'll hear my voice…my beautiful, sexy and seductive voice…calling out toward you, calling for you, calling to you."

I didn't like looking up into something on the ceiling for so long, unless it was the ceiling fan in our old room whenever I was bored. But those lights…as I heard that voice calling toward us, I stared into them…then, that was all I could see. My eyes started to grow heavy, even though I had my arms glued to…who was I embracing anyway? It didn't matter…it wasn't important. No…the voice was more important than who was in my embrace.

Shawn waved a hand over Paul and Brian's faces, noticing and observing that they did not blink. They wanted to say something, but it looked as if they forgot what they were going to say. The reaction made the Heartbreak Kid smirk with glee.

"Do not blink; just keep staring at the lights." Shawn continued in a soft whisper. "And as you stare at the lights, start to count from ten all the way down to zero. When you reach five, you will become silent and you will fall into a deep sleep. However, your subconscious mind shall be awake and open for any and all suggestions."

And out of nowhere…I was counting from ten. 10…9…8…7…6…5…

Brian and Paul stopped whispering and stayed still, continuing to stare at the lights…they were very pretty after all.

"Can you hear me?" asked Shawn. He got a soft 'yes' in response. That was when he heard something pulse…hearing this, Shawn slipped on Brian's earplugs and plugged his ears as to avoid the effects of the music. The older man took a deep breath and began to speak once more.

"You are in a deep state of relaxation." He stated, as if he was some sort of master hypnotist himself. "In this state of relaxation, hearing my voice will make you feel even more relaxed. But you feel much, much better when you obey my commands. If you obey commands, they make you relax even more. You shall be aware of everything that goes on today and from now on, whatever happens here shall be permanent. What I say becomes real and nothing says otherwise. When I ask if you understand, you will nod your head once. Do you understand?"

Shawn saw Paul and Brian slowly nod their heads, but otherwise nothing was heard.

"From now on, you are to be called Paul London and Brian Kendrick—brothers with a bond so deep that it is incestual. You are part of the Kliq, where lost souls like you are taken in to begin new lives. You two are partners, meaning that if one is chosen to be rented, the second also goes along with it. When you are not on duty, you are helping out your beloved Kliq. You will take jobs that will help you recruit lost souls and refer them to me and you will also learn how to pleasure yourself. By pleasuring yourselves, you become 'you'. You want to become Paul London and Brian Kendrick; athletic jesters who are so happy-go-lucky that it draws people's attention toward you. Do you understand?"

Once again, there was a nod.

"You two cannot be separated because you are lovers. You love each other and no one else. If you are asked to go on dates—whether it be male or female—you shall always reject them, because their names are neither 'Paul London' or 'Brian Kendrick'. As long as you two are together, you are happy. If you are not together, you are not happy."

Shawn continued to command the two boys, both Paul and Brian staring off into space…they felt the commands, they needed the commands. They made those commands true. They ignored the soft rhythm of music, and the chaotic light show above their heads, only to hear their next commands.

"Whenever you hear the words 'You are needed for hara-kiri', you shall return to your trance." said Shawn. "You will become obedient and willing; you will do your jobs diligently without fail. If you fail, I shall separate you two from each other; therefore make you go to a heavy withdrawal until you two are reunited. And you two can only be united through intercourse.

"Finally, it should be made perfectly clear that whenever you get a rental, you will 'absorb' the knowledge of the person you are to become. When you are taken to your job, you will sit, doll-like, unfocused, not blinking…until you reach your destination. When your feet touch the ground, you will immediately become the personality you need to become. Do you understand?"

Paul and Brian nodded their heads.

"When I say the words, 'You are now connected', you will wake up from your trance and all hypnotic triggers will still be implanted. With this command, you will no longer be glued and will fall into a deep sleep with no recollection of being in this trance aside from remembering going to the White Palette to dance with Matt and Jeff. You will not wake up until you hear the sound of your alarm clock going off. Then, you shall have intercourse and it will be best thing you have ever had in your life.

"Last but not least: from now on, if anyone tells you that I am using you for evil purposes, you shall reply with, 'HeartBreak Kid is the nicest person we've ever met. We would never abandon him; we would give up our lives for him.'

"Now on the count of three. One…two…three…You are now connected."

Shawn turned the lights back on and removed the earplugs. At the same time, Paul and Brian fell asleep.

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"So, was it successful?" asked Shawn, as he was driving the mini-van containing the four brothers back to the house.

"The Hardys are now yours to control." The voice replied through the cellphone. "They are ready for treatment."

"Let them stay under those commands for the next month and we'll do some more conditioning once or twice a week. For the best friends, treat them as is. Do not push them yet…I've got a surprise for them."

Shawn hung up after that, a smirk on his face as he saw his handiwork. It wasn't that hard to hypnotize someone who was drugged; it was a pain to keep them in that state without them questioning what they were doing. But he did it before with individuals who weren't able to live up to their roles, making it look as if they went through 'assisted' suicides when it was time for them to leave.

Parking the car at the driveway, Shawn closed his eyes as he imagined all of the roles that these four would play…it would be so much fun.

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Morning made me feel refreshed. I never had sleep like that in months! Brian woke up with me and as I stared into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes…I felt as if I could gaze into them forever and ever. Wait, when did I start thinking like this? I…no, I always thought of this. My Brian, my beautiful Brian…

Brian let out a yawn as he was taken into a tight embrace by his brother. No…something in his mind said that he was a lover. Couldn't he be both? Brian shrugged the thought out of his mind as he traced his brother's lips with a fingertip. It was calming, and those lips looked as if they needed a good kiss.

I felt a need to kiss him, my brother, my beloved. So I did. It was sweet, tender and delicious. His taste and scent drove me wild…I needed to be with him; it felt as if we needed to be bound together. So with increase fervor, I removed our garments and continued to kiss, my fingers roaming through Paul's shoulders, arms and nipples, making him cry out in pleasure.

Brian gently kissed Paul's eyelids as he ran fingers down his stomach and between his thighs. Paul's eyes widened and he let out a gasp when he felt that touch, not used to feeling that sensation. Sensing this, Brian continued to stroke the hardened member as Paul felt something build in him, something that told him that he needed to release.

"You like this, don't you?" Brian whispered into his brother's ear. "Don't you?"

Paul nodded his head, wanting to give his wanted release…but the hand was no longer there. Distressed, the Latino then saw Brian on his hands and knees, hand stroking on his erection…

Then with a swift movement, the mouth plunged into that thick cock and took it in.

My mind was fuzzy…it was going through something…it was trying to make me remember something. Masks, a bus…music, dancing…embracing Brian…dancing with Matt and Jeff, sleeping, lights…what was going on? I don't know…but Brian, Brian stood out in my mind the most. My beautiful beloved brother, I couldn't live without him…I just couldn't…and his warm mouth taking me in…Oh man, it felt so good!

Brian smiled as he licked the tip of his brother's penis before sticking it out of his mouth. Dragging his fingertips through the saliva, the blonde Hooligan rubbed his fingers together to lubricate them. Then he gently pushed his brother back on the bed and got ready to enter his brother.

Oh Paul, he looked so scared when he saw what I was about to do to him…but it was okay. When he looked into my eyes, he smiled…so I went and entered inside him. He screamed…it was beautiful. I then pushed my fingers into his entrance, before adding another. They wiggled a bit through the pucker, but that was fine…because I gently kissed my beloved as he screamed.

Then as he was distracted, the pleasure began to build. His black hair covering his pretty black eyes, his dark skin was so appealing and opposite of mine. That's why I wanted him, we were perfect for each other—night and day and summer and winter…it worked out.

Paul let out a gasp as Brian straddled him gently, and then thrust inside him. There was a strangled cry as Brian adjusted being inside his brother. After some time, the feeling of pain started to wane as Paul whispered for more…and that was what he got.

Grasping onto his brother's shoulders, Paul felt Brian thrust deeper and deeper inside him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt the pleasure building inside him. He felt his cock become hard, so he let one hand dropped down to ease it. The pleasure was overwhelming…he released soon after. His seed splashed hard against his own abdomen, against Brian's and all over the bed. It felt so good…

Brian let out a final thrust before his seed spread through the walls of his brother's entrance, and he soon collapsed on top of his brother, panting for breath. The two stayed like that for a while, not noticing Shawn Michaels walking in and seeing their show.

"You are needed for hara-kiri." He stated in calm tone.

At that instant, Paul and Brian's eyes became distant. They were still, motionless and ready for a command.

"What are your names?"

"Paul London…" Paul murmured.

"Brian Kendrick…" Brian added in a monotone.

"And what were your names before that?"

"They were Paul Michael Helmsley and Brian David Helmsley." Paul answered. "Our father is Hunter Hearst Helmsley."

Shawn's eyes widened in surprise—he hadn't heard that name in so long. Then, he smiled…this would be perfect.

"You are to seal away all memories of this man, and anyone associated with him." Shawn commanded. "They can only be called upon when I put you in this trance and command you to recall them. Until then, you only have memories of each other and to your service of the Kliq. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master." Paul and Brian said simultaneously.

"Good." Shawn hissed. "You are now connected."