Crowd control that toyed with his emotions.

He had tried every nasty trick, everything from standing wonderfully uncomfortably close to JTG, smiling at him, heavy flirting (also admiring the garb which reminded him too much of something Corey would wear) and noticing, almost gleefully Zack standing beside Regal giving him sad bassett hound eyes now and then.

And Regal had fought, not against Cena shockingly enough, but his former Skip, who HAD after all dumped ZRyd in the back of an ambulance like throwing out a full bag of garbage, right into the can.

Well, if THEY could forgive( a little) and forget( same amount) and be together again, maybe, just MAYBE he could get over his fury fueled jealousy and have his Drew back.

Except Drew was IGNORING him.

They ALL were, all three, nose hair and clear eyes, talking with each other, one brown former model's face, on the other side left out again.

Justin gave up flirting, slouched and scowled and intentionally stared right at Cena's backside.

And received the trio of glares he'd expected, green brown and blue, in a row.

Once more, no longer part of the Family.

He ran to Corey as fast as he could.

Hid his sweaty face in the other man's white tee with black lettering, 'This isn't the shirt I ordered' and felt dazed, furious, all alone.

Grieving for his own life, over.

'Hey, what's with you?'

'Hook me up.'

'Not now.'

'But I NEED it.'

'Junkie getting his fix.' Corey smirked and Justin would've gladly turned and left him, apologized and begged a billion times to be back with the men he loved, the ones who'd once loved him the same.

Not here with this man, cruel and cold.

But he was deer in headlights, unmoving when Corey dragged the struggling, bound and gagged yoga freak brother of Evan's out from the corner.

'You know to make your pain go away? Hurt another person.'

'I don't want t-' Justin bit his lower lip. This WAS after all, Mike, aka 'Star' the young man who was with his ex.

Didn't want to hurt him.

But did.

HATED him.

'Well?'

Justin smiled.

'Let's have some fun!'

Corey did.

Justin did.

Mike, not at all.

Regal relaxed under the bedding, beside him one leg on the pillow, foot up, where a face usually would be.

He beamed, content. Zachary was too exhausted to move which meant he'd done his work quite well.

And once the boy had some energy returned he'd wear him out again the next night.

Another smile, a sip of tea.

In another room, an arguement.

Further still, tears and crying.

Miles away, the farthest off, screams of terror and agony.

Mixed with sinister laughter.