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5 – Loved
Match's just happy that Jeff and him are on shore.
He lays down Jeff on the hot, sandy beach, looking back to see if anyone's there, or more specifically, if they're there. Those demonic bastards that always find a reason to poke into Ian's business and since Match is Ian's business, then Match has become their business as well.
"Jeff…"
Match pulls out a few bandages and wraps Jeff around with them and now, he helps Jeff up when he notices that he's slowly revving back to consciousness. "Jeff," Match sighs, smiling at him. "We need to keep moving."
Jeff clutches onto his head terribly before nodding his head. "Let's go."
But Match can't help but have this horrible, terrible feeling in his stomach as nausea and pain twists in his stomach. He can just feel like something's going wrong right now. That something horrible is going on… Match's lips twitches as he grabs onto Jeff's hand and pulls him into the forest. He just wants to get this over with.
He won't believe it!
His Match betray him like this.
Ian Sheckler doesn't stand for this. Hell, he doesn't stand for fucking anything. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as his eyes stare at Match's guitar, his instrument, Match's power of course being hypnotism but his link is at its strongest when he does use his enchanting, endearing music so there's no way that Match can hypnotize Page, Afton and Arrow right now.
And—
Ian hears the sound of Isabella walking inside as her brilliant eyes bubble with a furious fire. Her clothing made of only one color; pink, and there's a slight bump on her stomach even if it's supposed to be rounder by now. Ian sighs when he sees the rebellious teenager, 'I never understand why you're around anymore."
Isabella smirks as she rubs her stomach, 'she's growing."
Ian knows it's a she. The one who's going to take her heir right now is a girl and Isabella's eyes turn darker now, 'so…what bonehead thing are you after now, Ian?"
"Looking for Jeffery Nero Hardy."
"Isn't he a wrestler?" she huffs, walking towards him then running her fingers through his stiff hair, letting the coldness ignite a fire of warmth inside of her as both of their bodies press. "And he has that brother, no?"
"His brother," Ian responds, 'oh hell! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Of what."
"Jeffery wants to play dirty. Let's play dirtier. Let's smash the ones he loves. The best way I know how to."
Isabella follows Ian into the hallway where people's names are written, the souls that are damned to Hell forever and he stops towards the two certain parents, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You made me do it, Jeff."
Afton's eyes are now onto Jeff.
"Such a prize."
Ian will certain not like Jeff and his toy being broken, would he…? But a pair of sapphire blue eyes are standing beside Afton, taking it all in… "Mel," the voice is cream and honey, irresistible venom, 'his face…baby faced…like Mel…"
The sapphire eyed boy stares as Jeff moves with Match.
All that those sapphire eyes know that they'll be watching—and they will be protecting Jeff.
"Matt!"
Matt's eyes turn to see Chris who sits on the bed, taking a quick breath, trying to find the words that he wants to say but he doesn't really say anything. Matt sits down and sighs softly, his eyes are onto Chris's face, seeing that the boy's thinking, lips puckered, pink and soft, popping against his light toned skin.
"Hey, Matt." Chris's voice is soft. "I need to talk to you."
"Couldn't it wait?"
Chris shakes his head softly and then looks at Matt, his eyes locking with Matt's in an attempt of him trying to understand and Matt can see the sympathy that bathes into Chris's eyes. "You know I have a hard time too dealing without Jeff but I don't think that you want to move. We're the last thing that you have that reminds you of him, isn't it? You don't even have your house anymore…what happened to it?"
"We abandoned it." Matt responds. "I think it's still there but I just can't go back to it. My tapes are there from…"
Chris nods his head, understanding him as he hugs the distressed ravenette, 'I know but don't you think that we can go back? Say one last final goodbye. Make you believe that you will get over this and not sit around, waiting for your turn. It's a tradition of ours I guess. Another Jericho-Copeland tradition. Since we're all as close as hell to each other, when one of us dies, it's tragic. So we sell the house and then move to the next one…you might find it strange but half the time we can't handle the memories."
"So you're suggesting that me and you should hop off in a plane and go back to North Carolina to say goodbye to me and Jeff's memories one more time?"
Chris nods his head, 'I swear that it'll help you a lot and besides, my family's filthy rich and so is Adam's so we can toil for two tickets. Besides, Adam and I travel all the time. No one needs to know and… you miss him. You miss him so damn much that it's not only hurting you, it's killing you."
"But it's insane! I mean, going from here to there just to see one damned house that will just make me cry my eyes out?"
Chris nods his head one more time, 'Jeff didn't think it was insane when me and him went on a place from North Carolina to Canada, looking for every Campbell family that has a son named Matt, just to say one last final goodbye. It's all he ever wanted and I know that he wants you to say goodbye…I know that you're in pain…hell, we're all in pain."
"Are we going to move?" Matt asks, thinking of Amelia missing and Chris nods his head once more, strands of blonde hair blurring Chris's vision for a moment as he runs his hand through his hair, 'hey, about that marriage thing? When are you and Adam—?"
Chris laughs softly. "Adam's already eighteen and my eighteen birthday's only two weeks away…" Chris's eyes are listening. "So very, very soon. Hell, we're both going to college married and our parents want us to think about having children. That's insane but Adam's thrilled about the idea of having children with me. He's checking the orphanages and foster homes a lot, just to see and keep his eyes out for 'the right one' in his words. I don't fancy kids much but hell…I love Adam so…"
Matt's stunned and Chris can see it from his solid brown eyes. "I still don't understand how you're handling all this so well."
Chris smiles. "I just can. Now, get up, let's eat breakfast and I'll check for tickets. Do you want to be in first class or—?"
"No, no, any class is fine, 'Matt responds, blinking as Chris nods his head and takes out a phone and Matt doesn't know how Chris can be like this, just give away a ton of money to make Matt happy, even if it's for a moment—everyone's reaching out and trying to help Matt but Matt's pushing everyone else away.
Time to let the feeling of being loved sink in.
Matt's now packing his things. Chris and him are running off to catch a plane at night and now, sighing, Matt still thinks that he shouldn't be going but Chris in insisting and with his blue duffel bag, Chris walks inside the same moment that Matt swings a purple duffel bag on his shoulders, both of them hurrying down Matt's window and running off, trying to suppress their laughter and feeling like two sneaky teenagers as they make their way towards Chris's car.
Chris dumps Matt and his things in the trunk and moves quickly and starts driving as quick as he could've and Matt's staring outside, opening his window so the cool brush of the air tickles his skin.
Chris starts the car and Matt slumps backwards, his thoughts on the house, on Jeff, on Amelia, and fear closes up in his pure heart. He's supposed to be scared, isn't he? Matt and Chris are fading off into the blackness of the night, nothing but their intentions in their mind. Chris already misses Adam, not used to being without Adam for more than an hour and taking a deep breath, Chris lets his intentions be his motivation as he fastens the speed of his car.
"North Carolina, here we come."
Match stops so that he and Jeff can eat, picking a few berries that are around and eating them after making sure they're not poisonous. And nibbling on the fresh berry, Jeff looks around his surroundings. He'd normally be afraid and he is because he doesn't know where in hell's name is he. Where this 'School of the Insane' is and Match can see the look of distress on Jeff's face.
"Hey, we just have to go through this forest. That'll take about a day or two, and then we'll definitely be fine, okay, Jeffy?"
"Matt…I want Matt!" Jeff exclaims, hearing sounds he's never heard, dropping the piece of food that's in his hand as he stands up and walks towards a tree, looking up at the black night as tears threaten to trickle down his eyes. "I want Matt, dammit…"
"Hey, Jeff," Match walks towards him, holding his hand onto Jeff's shoulder, 'if it makes you feel any better, I envy you."
'Envy? Envy what? The broken pieces of my heart?'
Jeff moves towards Match, confused as Match lets a soft smile make its way through his lips. "You know how love feels like but I don't. I've never seen it…I guess I've always lived in darkness. The twelve year old cripple…" Jeff's heart explodes when he says cripple and the tears fall. He's whining when Match seems to be taking in more than him, 'but Jeff, you know and I envy that so damn much. I guess… can I—?"
"Kiss me?"
Match nods his head.
"It doesn't have to be real, Jeff. I want you to pretend that I'm Matt. I don't care. I just want one."
"You've never been kissed?" Jeff's eyes are still swimming with tears as he tries to wipe them out and Match nods his head.
"I've been living for—what? Twenty years? I'm in a twelve year old body, yes, but only because I died at twelve and I've never been kissed…no, never…kiss me, Jeff, 'Match begs and with that, Jeff hesitates but finally gives in and leans down to capture his and Match's lips together and Match's taste is different than anything he's ever tasted, jasmine and rose, sweet and fierce, at once. Jeff leans from Match's lips, his eyes wide as Match continues to kiss him and Jeff plays along for the moment and he tries to imagine that it's Matt, he tries with all his might to imagine that his jet black haired brother is pinning him to the tree. And when Match moves away, there's something in his eyes that Jeff's never seen before—lust. Match is yearning for his body, mind and soul.
Jeff feels Match's hands go to Jeff's pants and he shakes his head, trying to push Match away but Match refuses to move away.
"Intoxicated;
The poison from within
Burning every sin,
Dance and spin,
A sweet little rose,
As it releases its venomous liquor,
Stirs in your blood, makes it much thicker,
Hot, sticky venomous liquid as
It claws inside of you, razes you,
Into its blazing fire,
Ignited desire,
Let it.
Listen to it.
A candle that's been lit.
The fire that burns within,
Ignited every sin,
Your heart pulse quickens,
Listen to it…
A candle that's been lit.
Listen…"
Jeff's eyes glow green, an emerald stone, his face loses all of its emotionless at the hypnotizing song and Match smirks. "On your knees."
'No. No! DON'T—'
But Jeff's not controlling his body anymore as he drops to his knees and Match pulls down his pants so that his cock is released from his pants. "Suck."
'No! That's only for Matt!'
"Suck for your precious Matt, the one you love so much, 'Match's smirk is too devious as Jeff's mouth covers Match's cock and he starts sucking as fast as he can and tiny tears are filling Jeff's eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, darling." Match has something in his voice that seems enchanting and his body loves hearing it, his mind works for it but all of Jeff doesn't want it. Jeff himself can't control his body anymore, just a puppet on a string. "Faster."
Jeff does as told, sucking faster and harder, only to be met by Match's moans.
"Oh, so Match doesn't like him," Afton says to Arrow, looking at Jeff as he continues to suck onto Match's cock, 'another one of Ian's soon to be toys…do you think he does better as one of us?"
Arrow nods his head. "One of us. Rebel against the Devil himself…do you want to turn him or should I?"
"When we get him, we'll make Page turn him, 'and Page looks down at his hands, the ones that rip and crack against his and Page nods his head at them and Arrow lets out a dark laugh as he turns to Afton, 'but let the boy suffer…so he'll learn never to get back to Match."
"But can't Match hypnotize us?" Page reminds him.
"True…" Afton says, 'so we'll wait when Match leaves the child alone and then we'll strike. Page, you hold him down and me and Arrow…we have plans for the little Devil's child."
So the plot is stirring… And yes, the horrible song-thingy that Match used to hypnotize Jeff is mah creation. I made it when I was 12 and I just couldn't change it! It's too dear to me! I just tweaked it up a bit. X3. Also, who do you think so sapphire eyes are? The ones that are 'watching over Jeff'? Important? XP! You will see in the next chapter! Haha. I love this story. I can add all I want. Like in 'Torn', the Matt tape twist wasn't supposed to be made but it made the story way better! X3!
X Sam.