Hello all! This will be a quick author's note as I never write them on this story. I just wanted to let you all know that I finally have internet back and will be updating all my stories ASAP! :) Love you all and so sorry for the wait! 3

Perfection is the biggest flaw of mankind. While it's never achieved, my toys were blinded by their minds convincing themselves that they were crafted with God's most handiwork; they were perfect. In my mind they were just as rotten as the souls that had decayed long ago within their bodies.

Yet he was the most blinded. I don't understand how a smart-mouth geek could think he was any where near perfection. Mommy dearest had told him he was the best in the world, she babied her spoiled son. Her words had permanently etched into his brain, convincing him that he was king of the world. His father on the other hand, had more common sense than his wife. He attempted to bring his son from his pedestal, but failed.

Now it was my turn. Eric Forman was in my hands, he was my newest experiment. I watched him like a predator, learned what made him tick. Even perfect beasts have a breaking point. And this time, I wouldn't let daddy dearest down.

Eric's rise of rebellion and adrenaline was a cover. To mask the nerves ad apprehension of getting married in less than a week. It wasn't that he didn't want to get married- he loved Donna more than anything or anyone in the entire universe. He just hoped she felt the same.
Eric watched as his friends, grouped in their favored pairs, had scattered throughout the abandoned house. He felt a gentle squeeze on his hand and gazed happily at Donna.

"So... here we are..." Eric chirped as a smile began to lift on his cheeks. Donna laughed quietly as she absentmindedly twirled his fingers between hers.

"Yep..." She trailed off, eyes glittering as she looked at him. Eric slowly raised his hand and cupped her cheek.

Never before had he felt so happy, so alive. He was having the time of his life- finally the whole gang was back together; although currently separated. And doing something stupid and moronic. Not only that, he was with the love of his life. There couldn't be anything better than this.

Every time his and Donna's lips met in such passionate kisses, Eric could feel his ache for her grow stronger. Since he had come back from Africa and they had gotten engaged once more, they had little time together. What with school, work, ad planning their marriage. Dammit, he was horny.

"What happened to my Twizzler?"Donna asked as she swiveled her hips against his. Her devilish smirk told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

"I was never a Twizzler! I was more of-" Donna captures his lips with hers and ran her smooth hands up his recently toned arms.

"Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" Eric finally suggested, running his hands down her back.
"You mean... not the entry way?" Donna teased, he nodded and squeezed her hand tightly.

"Exactly." He grinned just then. His fiancee wrapped one leg around his waist as she circled her tongue furiously against his as they explored each others mouths. Much to her surprise, her soon to be husband lifted her off of the ground effortlessly; the year in Africa really paid off.

Nothing could take this happiness from him. Eric Forman was on top of the world, with the love of his life on top of him. He could face anything, as long as he had Donna with him. Together they were like the Jedi and The Force. They were destiny.

But I'm destiny's counterpart here to burst his bubble. I'm here to take away what truly makes him life, breathe, love, and laugh. Donna is just a sliver, and I'm the infection. I'll pierce the perfect boy's heart and show him what he's really made of- cowardice and dependency. My name is Fate and I'm the only thing Eric Forman can't face. I'll work my magic and make him ache and scream... and die. He's in Fate's hands now.

Eric felt his lust course through his body like tiny shocks electrocuting his body. Donna's skin was cool and smooth as his hands slipped under her blouse.

Let the game of cat and mouse begin.

He stifled a moan as her hand teased the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans, and tried his hardest to keep his composure.

As his lips planted kisses from her jaw to her pale collar bone, an idea flickered through his mind. An idea that would make this ten times more romantic, and a hundred times more erotic.

"Donna... wait..." he breathed, trying to slow his pounding heart beat. As his fiancee left a trail of kisses down his body, he nearly gave up the composure to speak. Fate works in mysterious ways.

"W-wait, I finally have an idea," Eric finally stammered, voice squeaking. Donna laughed quietly and circled her thumbs against his belt buckle.
"Me too..." she murmured with a sultry voice. Eric's mind was in sheer bliss as he watched her pull down his zipper with her teeth.

'Oh God, I'm going to die...' he thought, unable to look away from her devilish eyes.

"No... this will- be fun, I swear!" He squeaked, Donna cocked her eyebrows and sighed.
"And this wouldn't be?" He laughed nervously and shook his head. His entire body felt hot.

"God... yes but... listen," he forced out form his vocal chords. "We should play a game." Donna bit back her incredulous laughter as she stared at Eric.

"A game?" She more stated than questioned.

"A sexy game. You go wait somewhere, and I'll go hide, but leave a trail of... clothes for you to find me. Like clues." Donna bit her lip and suppressed her chuckle.

"Like sexy hide and seek?" Eric nodded and she sighed softly. "I suppose it's better than being Leia, I guess. I'll wait here..." She finally gave up, much to Eric's beam. He watched as she seductively lowered herself on the bed and his throat ran dry. "How long do I wait?" She asked, taking slow deep breaths to tease her fiancee. He furrowed his eyebrows as he thought of a reasonable time. "Twenty minutes?" Donna shrugged her shoulders and threw her head back on the pillow.

"Okay..." she murmured in a sing-song voice while she twirled a strand of her auburn hair between her fingers.

"I love you," Eric whispered before running out of the room, tripping as he pulled his zipper of his jeans back up.

Those would be the last words spoken from Eric Forman. The clumsy hormone-flooded fool wouldn't recognize the obvious signs of his demise if they were right in front of him. I'll show him what lust can really do to a person. Remember kids; love and lust are two very different things. And I manipulate the consequences of each. And for Mr. Perfect, they'd both have the same ending.

Eric silently tip-toed down the stairs in hopes that Donna wouldn't hear the wooden boards creak. Halfway down the dusty spiraled steps he slipped off a shoe and sock. Kelso had told him about this game, called "strip hide and seek." He told him it was a fun game to play- except if you lose your clothes.

At the bottom of the stairs, he kicked off the matching pair of shoe and sock. Once he took a step forward, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. The entire house reeked of iron. The smell reminded Eric of the hospital, and he wanted to gag. It was so overpowering that he felt dizzy and cold, as if he were about to fall over.

Glancing out one of the grimy windows, his stomach squirmed. The wiry branches from the trees outside cast horror shadows against the wall. Like wispy, skeleton fingers beckoning him closer and closer to wrap their spindly fingers around his neck. A cold chill suddenly ran down his spine, causing Eric to shudder.

'I've seen creepier,' he attempted to convince himself, pulling off his t-shirt and throwing it on the floor. 'Like Hyde and Jackie, and Old Maine... or mom and dad... oh God...' he thought, suddenly growing even more queasy. Yet the sinking feeling in his stomach guided his conscience to scream at him to get Donna and get the hell out of this house.

Know-it-alls never listen. Even if it's their conscience. Only the conscience is the most right thing in the world. Eric Forman was the most stubborn know-it-all and he needed to listen. Too bad daddy always told him to follow his gut and not his brain.

Eric's hand hovered on a dark door knob leading to one of the rooms. He quickly pulled his hand back when feeling a sticky substance. It was too dark to see even his own hand, and he wasn't about to smell it.

'Fez was probably here, his hands are always sticky from candy...' Eric reasoned, wiping his hands on his jeans; they would be permanently stained.

Turning the knob, he entered the dark room. A faint light from the moon glowed through the dingy windows and Eric signed with relief. He quickly wriggled out of his jeans and tossed them in the doorway before loudly slamming the door.

An all too familiar high pitched shriek filled his ears. Eric's stomach reeled as the blood curdling scream abruptly stopped. Yet it's echoed rang through his min and the room as he fought off the strong waves of nausea.

'It was probably just a cat... and if it was Jackie, Kelso probably just scared her. Yeah, that's it. And Hyde's punching him in the eye right about now,' Eric thought desperately in hopes that his own mind would help ease his paranoia. Instead of running like his conscience told him to, he slowly backed farther into the room.

Right before his eyes was his final sign, hanging by a thread. Yet his blind mind quickly looked over the conspicuous warning I had graced the genius with. But he was ignorant. Know-it-alls never heed warnings.

The scent of iron grew stronger as he stepped further into the room. He figured it was because of the old fashioned furniture that was still in the house. After all- it practically radiated from the dark coat rack in the corner.

His eyes lit up as he found a large wax candle on the beautifully crafted dark night stand. HE dug in his pocket for his lighter and flicked the wheel twice. Holding the flame to the blackened wick, he watched as the candle crackled. Bonus points from Donna.

Look around, look around. Use your open eyes to see. See the death that surrounds you. The decaying flesh and the dried blood that's right in front of you. Eric Forman- the blind coward. I'm done wasting my time with you. There's no hope.

Eric sighed heavily and lowered himself on to the small bed. The springs creaked under his weight and he smirked- there would be a lot of squeaking tonight. Damn his stupid game. He wanted her now.

The young man considered running back upstairs. To jump in the large bed and have his beautiful way with his gorgeous fiancee until the early morning. Until they left this creepy house. Yet the sound of footsteps slowly walking toward the door on the other side of the room he was in caused him to think twice.

He watched for feet under the door and his grin grew wider. His hints had worked well. Chest heaving with a heavy sigh of relief, Eric leaned back.

A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he felt it. The sharp blade stabbed in the very center of his neck, blinding his eyes and body. But only for a second. His sigh exhaled from his lips in a large, crimson bubble. Yet the smile on his face remained, with a glassy eyed stare toward the door.

Only fools die with a smile.

I flipped the tall wax figurine between my fingers before tossing it into the fire. The carved face of Eric Forman quickly melted, causing the embers to hiss.

In my lap lay my next play toy; my pet. My hands ran over the proud, feminine face before I dipped the entire figure into the bucket of spilled blood from my poor four sacrifices.

Slowly raising the beauty from her entombment, I traced my fingers over the chest smiling sweetly at the words over her much desired breasts.

MINE.

Donna Pinciotti should have learned to keep her hands to herself.