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Warning, non /con continued and in more detail. darker chapter...

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"Hand to Heaven"

"Hunter what are doing?" Chris asked as he watched Hunter pick up some weapons from a near by marble coffee weapons had been carefully laid out one by one over the past hour.

A dark determination had crept its way into The Games lonely mind. He was hungry, so very hungry, but not for food. The Cerebral Assassin was starving for the man of his dreams and now those of his very nightmares.

Moments earlier Hunter had been sitting still as stone on a living room sofa. He had been staring at the dangerous equipment he had gathered.

Now he went about like a mad man hell-bent on destruction preparing for what ever was to come tonight. "What does it look like Jericho?" Hunter knew he was in a fight of his life. Not only had he lost his husband physically, it was mentally as well.

"How are you going to fight an alter personality?" Shawn asked as he watched his best friend bulk up with every instrument of destruction he could find.

Hunter stopped abruptly at those words. Tears filled his eyes angry weary eyes. "I don't know, I don't fuckin Know!" Hunter boasted. Hurt and Love and fear and loss, filled his weary heart. "I don't know...Love? I can't give up on him Shawn. I, I love him. I have loved Adam through all these years. I know he loves me...I feel it. In here...and here." Hunter touched his head and then his aching chest as he said the words he felt so strongly about.

Shawn looked at Chris and said a silent thank you to the man above that he had Chris and that his man was alright. He hated with everything he had that Hunter was going through the hell that he was in.

"Is there anything we can do to help you?" Shawn asked. Hunter searched his best friends face and his mind. "Pray" was all Hunter said as he went to find his lost love. He was determined to be with his Addy Doll forever...But how was he going to get his lover away from a psychopath and Bray Wyatt?

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"Why did you let him do that to us? To me?" Adam asked in pure desperation. He was standing before a mirror looking at his face. His mouth was swollen and fingerprints were visibly dark around his neck.

"You know how much I love Hunter. How much he loves me, loves us? I miss him...Hunter." Adam whispered his husband's name, love filling his heart. Laadan may control his motions but the made up man did not control his heart, that control belonged all to Hunter.

Streaks of tears, wet and dry, new and old stained his red face. It had been Reddened by a large hand print. The hand print had came from a slap to the face when he had tried to turn his head away from the cock he didn't want to put his lips on.

He was told to worship the manhood before him. He just could not do it, not willingly. Submission was just not going to happen for him. This rewarded him with a stinging slap to his left cheek and now a large hand-print remained.

"Not to us! I let him do that to you!" Laadan snapped at the person inside his head. To Laadan he was the dominate personality and Adam was just a mere nuisance. "I did what ever it took to shut you up. Wish I could shut you up for good!" Laadan barked.

Adam began to smile at those words. "Then why can't you? Why can't you shut me up? Ever wonder that? Laadan?" Adam said the name with conviction.

The usual smart assed Laadan, had no snappy comeback. No quick one liners. Rage began to grow within his mind. How dare Adam talk to him like that? He was the dominate one! The personality in control!

Adam found himself in that anger. In the rage Laadan was no longer dominate. Adam finally found the key to his freedom.

Turning around he began to grab his things. Only one thing was on his mind now...Hunter.

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Abigail wiped at her silent tears as they fell. She was listing to Bree breathe as the beating heart within Seth beat in time with her own.

The song "Hands to Heaven", by Breathe, played softy on the radio. Listening to the lyrics she regretfully realized what she had to do. She needed to know if love was real.

"Just raise your hands to heaven and pray. That we'll be back together someday"

Seth was laying beside her, in his arms he gently held the woman whom gave him peace from all the dissension. All he knew was Abigail's love. He felt safe from the Wyatt brothers in the love and care of the beautiful woman he had came to grow very fond of.

"What is it Abigail?" Seth saw the tears slowly fall, concern filled his heart. "I I have to know something. I have to know if all of this is real. If we are meant to be one. That you are mine." Abigail reluctantly removed herself from the arms of the man she prayed would come back to her.

Seth watched her retrieve something from a drawer. Curiosity filled his mind as she turned to face him. Walking back to her love with a heavy heart, Abigail sat down on the bed beside of Seth.

She gently laid her hand on Seth's cheek. "Do you trust me Bree?" Seth saw the look of love and fear in Abigail's sad eyes. His heart began to race at her words. He could only nod his head at her question. The first thought that came to Bree's mind was that he would die for her.

"Um, P-Place this under your tongue. It's safe, I swear, all it will do is...r-reverse everything Bray has told you. I need to know if this is real. That you truly belong to me. You were in love with Dean when Bray took you for his own. I just need to know."

Confusion filled Seth's mind. "He beats up me. How could I be in love with Dean? Wouldn't I have felt it?" Seth asked in awe.

Abigail sighed as she began to tell Seth all she knew. About everything The Wyatt family had really done. "...and I fell in love with you. If Bray knew...please trust me. Open your mouth and swallow. Be Seth Rollins again, but please come back to me?"

Seth opened his mouth and put his faith in the woman he knew in his heart he wanted to live out his life with.

Abigail watched Seth lay there as the pill took hold and Bree faded from her...All she could do was pray that they would be back together someday.

"Dean!" Seth gasped as Dean's love flooded his very being. "It's ok, go to him, you are free Bree..."

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Dean drove around until his once full flask of bourbon was empty. His eyes were almost too heavy to keep focus as the alcohol impaired his judgment.

Finally making it back safely home he pulled into the drive way that just minutes earlier was occupied by Roman's Ford pickup truck. Removing himself from Becky, Dean walked into the home and in his inebriated mind stripped down, not even thinking about whom may be left in the home. Seeing the missing truck he assume he was alone.

Damn his cock was so hard, he needed some kind of release. "Oh s sorry Dean I didn't see you." Heath stuttered. Roman had left for a few minutes, to go to the store.

Dean was taken by surprise at first by the sight of Heath walking from the kitchen into where he was standing with a raging erection. Then Heath standing there dressed only in a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms filled Dean's vacant, horny mind.

Heath's heart began to race and not in a good way, he could smell the alcohol on Dean's breath and the look that had just graced the drunk mans face.

Before Heath could even react to what was happening around him. Dean was already naked, and pushing him down onto the hardwood floor of the living room.

Heath began to cry as Dean began beating him with the black belt that he just removed. Dean had picked up the discarded belt and wrapped it around his fist. He wanted to beat the redheaded "Spitfire" into the next world. Seeing the love Roman and Heath shared was making himself sick.

Watching the look of fear on Heath's scared face was like a fucking turn on only making his cock drip with lustful seed. Dean missed being in a hot ass and decided to fulfill that need not giving a damn what he was about to do. Not even his own life mattered at that second, the heat in his shaft was just too damn much.

"I I love Roman, I love Roman, D d dean." was the last words Heath said as blackness came to seek him. The feel of Dean's cock impaling him was just too much for the West Virginian to take. It felt like fire burning his tight tunnel and there as no water to put it out.

Heath wanted to take his broken heart and within the darkness forever remain. He had saved his body for just one man even when he was young Heath vowed he would remain a virgin until the man of his dreams came along. Now another man filled him and took away his body and mind...

"What in the hell are you doing Dean?" Dean's world stopped spinning and time froze when he looked up to the man whom asked the question...

"I thought you loved me?" Seth whispered...

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