God no…-_- I forgot what I planned for this story. OH GOD NO. I knew I had something nice as well…I should really write this shit down. XP. Oh well. By the way, I just remembered that Randy and Adam and Chris and Mike and Morro and Cena and Phil existed as well in this fic. :P My baby's baby has so many people in her stomached chapters. :)

18 – Up At Night – Part 1

Jeffery Nero Hardy did not like Shannon Moore in that way.

It was a fact that he didn't. It was a pure fact that he was in love with Matt Hardy—well, the other side of him that didn't really care about being reckless…and Jeff found himself, holding onto this patch of love that he'd had for Shannon. He saw Shannon as a child, even though Shannon was only two years younger, there was this sheer lividness into his eyes that was made only of childish demeanor.

That night, Jeff thought of Matt…why did Matt enjoy that schedule more than anything else in the world? To wake him up at 6 every morning, with or without school, force him to bathe, make him a bland breakfast filled with protein since he needed to focus, do his hair, force him to wear the clothes that Matt had only brought him. Depending on if it was a weekend or so…

If it was a school day, Jeff would instantly have to do his homework afterschool since he wanted to go to band practice and then before it hit 6, Jeff was supposed to be at home. At that point, Jeff would work on his paintings while Matt made sure that Jeff cleaned up his equipment before he went downstairs to eat and even at the table, Jeff expected him to have manners, such as no elbows on the table or the fact that he wasn't allowed to make a mess on Matt's sparkling table… then later on, Matt would've brought a Jeff some science fiction book and Jeff would have to read it and Matt would know what science-related thermos were in the book and he always picked those that would help Jeff strengthen in his sciences since he basically was too weak in them.

If it was a weekend, it was worse. Matt dragged Jeff everywhere he went so if Matt had to help his friend, Jeff had to be dragged senselessly while his other friends poked Jeff on and about, mocking him for being a baby and then harassing him senselessly until it was time to go and Jeff hated that Matt had to run so many errands during the weekend, grocery shopping, clothes shopping and he also went to a lot of lectures. It almost hurt Jeff remembering that Matt dropped out of school even though he was doing so well. Jeff realized just then how much Matt valued Jeff's future when Jeff didn't care at all. And right now, that was even worse…he was dead, he didn't have a future. Jeff watched as Shannon slept. Even though it was still seven, Jeff decided that he wanted to try out the schedule. He needed Shannon to feel the pressure for a moment, just for someone else to feel the pain…and at the same time, he wanted Shannon to make a pact to leave the house.

Every time Jeff looked at Shannon, all he could see was another drained out version of Matt, just more childish and vibrant. Something that Matt lacked. Shannon was always jumping around the house in his shorts, Bermudas and tanks…almost always barefoot and happy even though there was so much pain going through his mind through these past few days. Shannon was severely injured but he didn't care as much…he only started looking extremely depressed and upset when anyone mentioned it so Jeff avoided the subject of discussion.

But no, all that was with Matt and Jeff was over now…

And the reign of Shannon and Jeff shall be over soon enough. Jeff strode out of the house, leaving a note on the counter saying that he was going to shop. Through the next few days, even though Jeff knew his intentions was cruel, Shannon would feel what he had been feeling for years…being controlled in food, dress and even thoughts and as Jeff passed by a cat, his entire body shivered remembering the cat—the cat that died at his touch. Jeff wasn't sure what had happened to the cat, just that at the touch, the cat yelped and withered in agony before dying before Jeff's eyes when the cat had been simply touched by him.

Jeff stopped by a clothing store, smirking and then pushing himself inside of it. Oh, Shanny…Shanny…Shanny…

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That morning, Shannon felt a hand tap against his shoulder and he turned to the other side of his bed, feeling a stab of pain near his abdomen, Shannon slowly peered his eyes open to see Jeff standing there. "What time is it?"

Shannon presumed that he'd hear a one or two in the afternoon…but instead, Jeff grinned. "Six."

Shannon groaned and pushed the covers over his head as Jeff pulled it off, kissing at Shannon's neck. "Come on, love. I got you some clothes and you can go bathe and I even made you some breakfast."

It was hell trying to cook but Jeff managed through the most part.

Shannon nodded his head, and stood up, walking towards the bathroom, telling himself that he'd make Jeff content for now…after all, he needed a bit of control of his life. Over the past few weeks, Shannon's emotions spun out of control, from his mother's death, to Blink's runaway, and knife thing with Matt…Shannon had never felt anymore in danger in his life. Shannon slipped out of the room, in his robe, just looking down as if expected Blink to be there but no, to his dismay, Shannon sighed. Loneliness suffocated through him even though Jeff was in the room and he stepped towards the bed, grabbing onto the articles of clothing.

Shannon blinked. "…it isn't too…showy?" Shannon tried to find a word for it.

Jeff shook his head. "Oh no, your body is something beautiful and should be seen, no? Don't you think so, Shanny? Isn't your body beautiful?"

Shannon shuddered for a moment before nodding his head. "Okay, Imma go wear this…" Shannon turned to the bathroom and slipped inside, shutting the door behind him. Jeff blinked.

What in hell's name did he just say?

Jeff was slamming his hand against the table, wanting to bang his head in instead.

"How is it, Shannon?"

"Fine," Shannon slipped out of the bathroom in green short shorts, and a cropped top with various cutouts in the solid flamboyant yellow color. Jeff kissed Shannon's cheek and pulled him out of the room. "Come on, Shannon. I made you breakfast."

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Matt had been awake for hours.

…7:00 AM…

Wherever he was, it scared him.

Matt tried to sit up, right but he couldn't… wherever he had woken up after blacking out wasn't pleasant. It was dark, dainty and damp here and the scent of blood was empowering his sense of smell as he pressed his back against the solid metallic-something over him. It was too dark, even though the morning had just become. There was no light shed against it, and all that Matt had was the clock into his head. In the tiniest corner, there was a number written.

1 PM.

Six more hours and he'd be out of his place—that was what the man had written on the page…Matt felt sluggish and sleepy though whenever he closed his eyes, nervousness willed up in him and he thought of the metallic solid object over him—would it collapse? Fear struck him…he'd rather die with eyes wide open then die in his sleep but slowly, he felt his energy draining until he couldn't even hold the clock anymore. Everything hurt him too much.

"Jeff…"

He wanted to check on Jeff somehow. He could imagine Jeff in his room, happy and serene without Matt there to aggravate him…and somehow, the image almost made Matt fall into a sleep though he fought sleep. Sleep deprived yet too scared to actually fall asleep, he yearned to close his eyes for a few moments but if he had, then he'd fall asleep and then there was the chance of the object crushing his bones to pieces and he'd be asleep by the time that his breath restricted and he'd die.

Matt didn't want his death to be hazy.

He wanted to be clear and painful.

After all, he deserved it. Matt brushed his finger against the red ticking color that was on his clock.

"I love you." Matt whispered, his thoughts solely focused on Jeff. "I'm sorry…" his hands were shaking.

He felt like any minute could be his death.

Fear evolved through and through—

"I love you." Matt repeated, shaking and trembling, holding onto the clock as tight as he could have…

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Jonathon Anthony Felix Cena loved Randall Keith Orton.

Randy was all that John could think of. He was mending a few pieces of metal into their true form, and he'd done a heart-shaped necklace…John pressed his head against the wall. He'd always wanted to make something of his life—and this was the only thing that he loved. Mending metal into jewelry. He'd loved the profession ever since he'd been ten and had seen his mother and her friends go so obsessed with the jewelry and when his mother finally let him touch a necklace, he admired the craftsmanship. He wanted to make something as beautiful and lovely ever since…

He looked at the necklace, gently placing the stone in the center of the heart, and allowing the necklace to lay gentle against the still hot metal as the metal cooled off…John made sure not to let the metal touch his fingers or else they'd probably melt. John allowed the necklace to dangle from its cool chain, while the heart-shape of it slowly cooled. In that time, John had made a ring…it took him all of his energy and thought and love to make something and make a sort of design on it, before placing the stone that he'd found in one of his mother's broken ring…some companies offered the ring to be strong when the metal was weak and could break easily…but John was sure his metal was strong enough. After all, he'd mixed the natural metals together to create the ring in his hand and he'd known that they'd take a while before they cooled. He continued to carve in while it was still hot, knowing that it would be easier now than later.

Then he placed the stone.

John grinned at his creation.

A design of flowers was on the ring, an army of roses and then in the center, was a flower-shaped diamond that gleamed brilliantly. John closed his eyes. He could imagine the ring wrapped around Randy's little finger…beautifully gleaming in the light and he missed Randy's warm smiles and his teasing jokes/insults…he felt the tears burn at the corner of his eyes. The rest of the air was empty around him. He needed to feel Randy sit on his lap.

That night, John had grabbed onto the now-cooled down ring and had gone towards Randy's house, knowing that he probably shouldn't have as he knocked onto the door, waiting for his love to answer the door. There was no sound so John went around the back only to realize that Randy was lying down onto the grass, on a bunch of blankets spread out, stuffed animals all around instead of people and John sat down beside Randy, holding onto a teddy bear that used to be there, and placing it over John's body.

Randy looked over at John. "…leave Mr Bear Bear alone."

"No, he violated six violations…those will be containing fur, having a silly blue bow, smiling at all times, having stuff written on him and last and the best, being naked. I do not accepted nudity in this environment. There are children around here." John jeered, holding onto the bear.

"…the bear may have a thing for you if he strips constantly." Randy winked. "Besides, Mr Bear Bear looks hot. Leave him alone."

"…he won't leave me alone. I think you're right. He loves feeling up my ass." John stuffed him underneath his back, as a cushion to his ass while Randy shook his head.

"You're suffocating the poor soul."

Randy stood up and tried to pull a reluctant John out of his place but John didn't move and Randy ended up slipping onto John, John holding onto Randy's back, stroking it softly and two eyes met as their lips connected with each other. Randy pulled off in mid-kiss, staring down at John. "I'm not okay anymore, John."

Randy felt John holding onto his hand, stroking it lovingly.

"I love you. I can't get away from you…I'll be a part of your life…" John closed his eyes, 'and your death." He said the last part with revolt as he held onto Randy's hand tightly.

"Tell me one thing that you don't regret about us, John."

"I don't regret that I fell in love with you." John held onto Randy's shoulders. "You were there for me when I needed you and now, it's my turn. I won't let you go, Ran. I promise you won't die on me that easily…I love you and I love every part of you…and I don't care about anything else in the world but holding onto you until your spirit reaches the sky and you'll be the horizon. Whenever I look up there and I see the blue sky, along with the pink horizon, I'll remember your blue eyes and your pink lips."

"When did you turn romantic, wiseass?"

"…when I met you." John grinned.

"…romantic, yes, but I miss the John that used to tease me."

"Oh yeah?" John pulled Randy off and stood up, grabbing onto Randy's hands and pulling him out of the blankets. "Come on, you little six year old, let's go down something wicked and awesome instead of sitting here and weeping like emotional girls!"

"Dude, I'm in my pajamas!"

"…it's pajama season. Let's go!"

John pulled Randy towards a lake and Randy just stared before John hopped in. "You gotta be kidding me…" John tugged at Randy's pajama base, pulling him from the cotton fabric and the second Randy fell into the water, a look of distress climbed across his face. "Fuck! John, where are my pants?"

"…is that song? That would be an awesome song."

"John!"

John pressed his head into the water before pushing himself upwards, lifting Randy, Randy's legs still into the water as Randy held onto John's head of hair. "…you don't need pants, Randall. It's late at night. Whose gonna watch us but the cheese moon up there?"

"Someone's been watching too much Tom and Jerry."

"Ever since I was four, and I watched that episode had I believed that the moon was made of cheese. It looks like Swiss cheese anyways in all those pictures!" John grinned as he pulled Randy out of the water.

"Take me back to my house and get me my pants!"

"No." John grinned, carrying Randy from the lake and back to his house in a short fifteen minutes. It would've been shorter if Randy hadn't been struggling so much but John wasn't the one to complain. Lying him back on his blankets, Randy shivered. "It's a freezing night and I'm wet and…" John pressed his lips against Randy's own.

"…I got condoms in my car."

"…should we?" Randy whispered. "I know that we've always wanted to but then again…I mean, the AIDS thing? What if the condoms aren't enough to protect you, John? What if you get infected as well?"

"…I don't know whose supposed to be wearing them. You or me."

"…let's try it on both of us just in case then." Randy watched as John walked back into the car, and came back in a few short moments, with the box in his hands. Randy patted onto the side beside him, and John sat down, grabbing onto a few extra blankets and covering them. "Take off your clothes, Randy."

"…they're off."

"…okay, good."

In the heat underneath the blankets, John moved towards Randy, the blankets were enough to cover both and their clothes were beside them and he was comfortable, doing this in the cold night, in this basically dead-sleeping town as Randy felt John decorate Randy's body with butterfly kisses, so soft Randy melted over them. John was trying to be as gentle as he could be, slowly pushing into Randy and waiting for his reaction before he'd done anything else. Randy wasn't the type to moan or so…not all people were but John knew that Randy liked it, but the look of serenity and peace on his face. With sweat-coated flesh, they pulled away, pressing their bodies against each other.

They wished they could stay like that but in the chance of getting caught in the morning naked, Randy and John had worn their clothes again and Randy found himself being held by John…John's hand brushing against Randy's back once more. "I got you a ring." Randy pushed himself upwards as John had given him the ring and Randy stared at it, softly smiling warmly.

"…you made this?"

"…Mr Bear Bear is jealous of it but yeah. I did."

Randy grinned as he pulled the ring on his finger.

"So you'd live on in the sky with at least something to remind you of me…I don't want you to forget me, Ran. You're everything to me and I deserve to at least be a memory."

"You're more than that. You're every memory…everything to me, and even up in that sky, I know I'll be looking down on you. You'll never be alone, John." Randy squeezed John's hand as they laid beside each other, their hearts beating to the rhythm of the rain of love that continued to fall into the deep core of their souls.

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Matt had been waiting for almost thirteen hours now…

Two in the morning and Matt's eyes had finally shut tight only to be dragged mercilessly from the place he was in and even though he tried to be alert, he wasn't and the shapeshifter pulled him towards the center of the room, laying him down onto the floor and Matt tried to keep his eyes open but it was too hard…he was too tired. It felt like eternity since he'd last slept then he felt a sharp knife digging into his side that alerted him. So he was fully awake for the time being. The shapeshifter pulled out a hot rod and then driving it through Matt's stomach, causing him to feel like a person who'd been smeared too many times. Matt wanted to sit up but he was sure the impact would force the rod to emerge even deeper within his core, enough to make his intestines rapture so he stayed in place while the shapeshifter had drawn the Devil's symbol then forcefully drawing an 'X' on top of it.

Against Ian.

"…I hate him as well." Matt rasped out. "Please, just let me go. I can help you…just please…let me go."

"You're mortal. You're not of service. The only way you can help is by dying." The shape-shifter sneered. Matt didn't know what to call him just yet but 'the man that ruined my life' for the moment. Matt felt the man softly kiss the spot, causing Matt to shriek with discomfort and pain. The agony and anguish overwhelmed him. He felt maimed and mangled and too scared to look into the mirror only to find a cut up, ragged doll. His eyes were filled with tears that refused to fall.

Then there was the voice's hushed whispers.

'Remember, you deserve this.'

-_- too long of a chapter. I have to cut it in half. :3 BISECTOR OF THE FIC. :O

X Sam.