Sorry that this is short, but I think that I did a good job.

Ppwease, enjoy.

x^P

~Fairylust~

His green eyes burned with more tears, his tender body trembled with fear and pain.

Matt wished he could see what was happening, but his eyesight was too blurry and unfocused for him to make out much of anything. The redhead swore and cried out as unfamiliar hands tried to restrain his struggling body. Something cut into one of his wrists but he broke free from the painful grasp. Matt resisted all the hands and fought against the pain trying to free himself fruitlessly. Something wet and sticky stung at his wounds. Finally when he gave up fighting and relented he felt as though someone was shoving a hot iron poker into his stomach.

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Matt felt someone yank an arrow out after moving it around a couple times. The redhead cried out as something ripped into his body. It felt like a hot knife. Something was slapped against his face.

It was cold and wet, yet surprisingly soft.

He swore loudly as he felt something cut into his stomach. Blood gushed out and something jabbed at his insides. Someone forced his mouth open and shoved a thick piece of leather in, while he felt someone else tie his limbs together.

A sharp feeling stabbing in and out forced him to bite into the leather.

He felt string, which was more than likely attacked to a needle as it slid in and out of his flesh. Then he just felt needles as they were repeatedly stabbed into his arms. He let out noisy broken sobs unable to bear much more. That didn't deter his tormenters. They continued to cause him pain. Matt felt like he was going insane from the sheer agony of what was being done to him. Something sliced down his cheek. He was certain that it was a knife of some kind. He heard someone scream it sounded like a girl but he wasn't sure, and then there was an argument.

It gave him a five second break before the pain ensued again. Blood ran down his face along with sweat and tears. The feeling of something hot searing into his abdomen made him let out the loudest cry of pain he'd ever made in his entire life. Matt felt the coldness as liquid was poured over his wounds. A horrible stinging pain followed the coldness, which was worse than a thousand wasps stinging at once.

Someone kept him held down while another person forced the leather out of his mouth and choked him on water. The leather was put back after he stopped choking.

The torture then continued.

He felt something heavy slam down on his chest at one point in time when he was beginning to pass out from pain, but his captors wouldn't allow him to slip into a state of unconsciousness. Matt watched as a huge bruise blossomed on his chest. He felt a heavy pressure on his throat. Someone screamed and fighting ensued but was quickly stopped when Matt tried to sit up and looked around.

He was shoved back against the wooden table, which he lay flat on and he felt fingers cares over an open wound before going in to tease his insides. Matt wailed in agony as he felt one of his organs get poked. Then he felt something cool go over it, and then there was that searing hot feeling again. Matt's throat was raw and strained, his vocal cords bled from all of the abuse. He felt as though his skin was on fire. A hand slapped him across the face several times after his cries of anguish quieted down to small, pathetic whimpers. The redhead felt ready to die.

Why didn't they just let me die? He wondered when they gave him a break for like five minutes. Matt tried not to scream or cry out, but it was pointless for him to try when his tormenters weren't being at all gentle.

The redhead groaned and started to cry out from pain. Once all the attention stopped he figured that whoever was hurting him was done, but no, they weren't done. He was flipped over onto his stomach and the torture continued, but he felt that it was worse than before. When everything finally stopped and he was rolled back onto his back Matt panted trembling.

I-I can relax…it's over…it's finally over…thank God…. He thought as he forced his muscles to relax themselves. His eyes then shot wide open when he felt something stab into his wrist and his pupils dilated. He knew he'd been drugged, but with what was what concerned him most. All at once his back arched and the pain receptors of his body all shut down. He went limp once more, bloody saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and tears began to slide from his eyes once more. Matt could only see darkness around him now, but he knew that he was still awake. His body had a spasm before it convulsed several times and then fully relaxed itself.

He was still awake though.

And he felt like he was going to puke as his stomach done flipflops.

Matt then felt gentle hands as they stroked his hair. He, surprisingly, felt his body as it was lifted up in a gentle manner. Matt whimpered and shook a few times, but the person carrying him said nothing. When he was put down he felt something soft and feathery beneath him. He groaned turning his head towards the body he sensed was watching him.

"W-who…?"

"Don't talk. It'll be over soon."

"Wha…?"

"The pain. You won't feel it after a little while. You lost a lot of blood."

Matt felt himself pale. He tried to move a hand, but found it was too hard of a task. The redhead shuddered. Matt swallowed as he felt something being wrapped around his skin. It was surprisingly soft, yet firm. It hurt after a while, but he didn't vocalize it. He simply endured it. He felt as though he was about to die and from what he hear he was going to die. After all the pain it didn't surprise him. Matt took a deep breath. He let his body relaxed and he let his head loll to the side.

And his body went limp after he lost all consciousness.

Meanwhile, Mello and Near ducked into a cave that they found a while after running from the horrible scene. Mello couldn't get the image of Matt's body full of arrows and dead on the ground out of his mind.

He sobbed for his lost friend glad that it was only Near there. The boy wrapped his arms around Mello's waist and rested his head in the blonde's lap after a short while. It was nice to know that Near was trying to comfort him, but Mello still felt anger and a killer instinct boil within him. Near sensed it and kept himself as quiet as he could, not knowing what would happen if he made a sound around the blonde.

It wasn't fear that made Near do so. It was logic that told him that he would possibly die if he provoked the blonde. Mello stroked the younger boy's curls as he attempted to calm himself down. He knew that if he did anything to Near while he was angry he would regret it later. He always regretted it later. As he stroked the albino's soft, white hair he actually started to feel more composed. He felt the boy who had been tensed relax as he calmed. After a short while Near fell asleep and Mello stopped stroking his curls.

Near whimpered and mewled as he slept making the blonde feel rather guilty that they were in this mess. He stood up and decided that he'd go look around for some shortcut or something that could get them as far away from where they were as possible.

He got up and walked off a couple of miles before the sound of a gunshot made him pause and look around. He saw a man standing a few yards from him holding a shotgun. The man had scraggly gray hair and a stubby beard. The man wore camouflage and had dark, piercing eyes. Mello knew that running wasn't an option so he just stood as still as he possibly could. "Are you one of 'em?" the man shouted angrily.

"W-What?" the blonde croaked.

"You're not one of those cannibals are ya?"

"What the hell do you think?" the blonde spat venomously. "I can talk can't I?"

"Don't matter." The man said as he began to laugh crazily. His dark eyes grew wide and his mouth formed a huge crazy grin. "Some of these freaks learned themselves to talk. The police around these parts act dumb. They don't know what's going on. They do. They feed these freaks whenever they can and cover it all up by taping a section of these godforsaken woods up. More like a damn forest! Eating. That's all they do. Eat and eat and eat. Ate up all my buddies. I only gots three left. Two...now that another one…is filled by holes and arrows."

"You sound crazy!" the blonde snapped. "You are crazy!"

There was a brief silence that was like a void in space.

"Run around these woods as long as I have and you'll go crazy too." He, all of a sudden, laughed. "No matter how many of these disgusting people I kill twelve more fill their place. On and on and on and on. Eat and eat, eat, eat, eat! That's all they do cause people taste better! Kill! That is another thing they do. Kill! Kill! Kill! I've seen lots of bloodshed going on. Lots of it! War. That's what is going on between these beasts they want to fight for land and food! Like animals! Rabid animals! Rabid! Rabid! Rabid! All of them are rabid!"

Mello felt his hand as it subconsciously and very slowly went to grab his gun. The man noticed this. A loud gunshot filled the air. Mello let out a cry of pain falling to the ground, clutching his shoulder. The man held a pistol in his free hand, whilst the other held the shotgun. Mello gritted his teeth to stifle his cries. "Well boy you might make great bait, so I won't kill you just yet." The crazy man said with a nasty smirk.

He fired again with the pistol shooting Mello in his leg. The cries that were made this time couldn't be stifled. And they were loud enough that they reached the ears of Near who had came awake the first time he heard gunfire. His eyes were wide in alarm.

"Mello?" he called looking out of the cave's mouth timidly.

The bright light of day made him withdraw. It stung his eyes, which were still heavy with sleep, but he knew better than staying where he was for long. Gathering up all of his courage he stepped out and headed in the direction he'd heard the gunfire and cries of pain. "Mello?" he called softly as he stopped moving. Something didn't feel right. He looked about, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, so he continued. He then saw Mello who laid bleeding and whimpering in pain.

Mello looked up to see who was there to his horror it was Near. He wanted to tell the younger boy to run or to get out of there, but he knew it'd just result in both of their deaths if he did so, besides those gunshot wounds hurt like a bitch! The small boy padded closer. Mello opened his mouth but could only let a gasp of pain out. Near bent over beside him to examine the blonde's wounds making the blonde boy feel uneasy as Near mentally noted that one was in his shoulder another was in his thigh.

He looked about for someone who could be held responsible, but saw no one. Assuming that everything was okay Near began to lick at the blonde's leg wound. Mello groaned making him hesitate, but he continued when there was no protest. It hurt like hell for the chocoholic. He shoved Near away confusing the boy. "D-don't do that." He said through clenched teeth. Near nodded and sat beside him purposefully.

Leaves crunched, but before Near could turn his head several bullets lodged themselves in his small body. Mello's eyes widened and he gaped at the small boy as his body fell to the ground motionless. He let out a loud cry of anger, terror and pain. The small bundle of white was stained red and the blonde knew he wasn't going to get back up. Not after the wounds he'd received.

Mello watched as the man came out from his hiding place in some dense undergrowth. He laughed crazily as he stood over the pale boy's body. Grabbing white locks of hair he lifted the motionless boy's head up. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. The look on his face was both tranquil and adorable.

Even Mello thought so despite his usual outlook on things.

Mello felt rage surge through him. If he hadn't had his gun taken away he was sure that he'd have put bullet after bullet in this creep's skull. He watched as the man kicked the small body carelessly. It only fueled the blonde's anger. The man then turned to the blonde with a sick smile. He bent down and began to press down on Mello's bullet wounds. Mello cried out louder and louder as pressure was added.

The torture unexpectedly stopped shortly after blood spattered his face. He opened his eyes to see a blood-covered Near pounding a rock onto the crazy man's body. His head was already bashed in and Mello could see his neck was broken from the strange angle his neck hung. Mello watched in horror as the boy suddenly stopped to turn his attention to the blonde. He dropped the rock and drug the body off.

Mello didn't see Near for the next two hours. When he finally came back he was bloody, panting wearily and limping. Mello saw that he had three guns in his arms.

"N-Near give tho-those t-to m-me." He said shakily. Near obeyed falling flat beside him. Mello was quick to check the ammunition ignoring the pain in his arm. The pistol was empty, the shotgun had only a few rounds left and his gun was almost empty. He groaned as he looked over to Near whose angelic face was stained red and had leaves stuck to it. He moved over to the boy and wiped away the blood. It wasn't much of an improvement since he just smeared it, but he figured it was better than what it had been before.

A dark, shadowy figure stepped out from the shadows. Mello glared up at the man quickly aiming his gun at the new arrival and pulling Near's unconscious form into a protective embrace with his wounded arm regardless of how much it shook. He glared at the unwanted newcomer not trusting him at all.

Especially since he was wearing camouflage.

And Mello noticed that he carried a large colt revolver, which he quickly drew and aimed at the blonde. Mello glared coldly at the man feeling as though he had nothing else to lose. Matt was dead. Near was dying, probably going to be dead in a couple of seconds from blood loss and he was officially screwed, seeing as how he was low on ammunition and, probably about to get shot dead. Keeping a shaky grip on Near's body he slowly drew in a lungful of air and prepared to shoot.

Loud gunfire and the spattering of blood made the whole world go dark.