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A.N: Thank you for reading, I really didn't think this would make triple digits, so thank you. Also, any mistakes I've made will be fixed in time, so don't hold them against me.

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Mello has never been much on history. In fact, in school it had to be his worst subject because most of the time he wasn't interested enough to read the passages to do the assignments. But when Matt began his tour of old town from behind the wheel of his car, Mello's attention went from locating the homes on his new route to listening attentively to what his new friend is telling him.

Prior to the 17th century, the area where Silent Hill was established was home to an unnamed Native American tribe that used the land for rituals. At the end of the century, settlers arrived and founded the town; shortly thereafter, they began to rapidly die off. The deaths were attributed to an epidemic, and Brookhaven Hospital was built to treat those affected. Eventually the settlers fled the town, leaving it abandoned for nearly a century, until it was resettled as a penal colony in the early 19th century. Twenty years later, another epidemic broke out, and Brookhaven Hospital was rebuilt and reopened. In the 1840s, the prison was closed, and the town once more abandoned; in the 1850s, coal was discovered there by another wave of settlers, and it became a bomtown.

Mello could bet that the town became an overnight sensation with coal being its number one resource to that. And then they built the Lakeside amusement park with the money, Lakeview hotel. They got major franchise places to build in their location, the Shell Gas Station, Happy Burger etcetera. The beach is pretty popular.

But there are still times when the towns people can hear whispers in the night telling of an anniversary of doom. A curse placed on the area by the Indians.

"Because of that, we always hold big town meetings near the time of the anniversary and pray for the rest of those who lost their lives." Matt concluded. "We want them to find peace and move on to a better life."

"And nothing's happened?" Mello, work schedule on lap, asked with attention on the important task official gone.

"Not that I know of, and I've lived here all my life."

Mello had to scoff hearing that. Some curse.

"After that came the mafias and gangs. They took over this town around the time that Central was first built and the mayor wanted to fill the new area up. Since the homes were empty practically of every town member, they decided to use the place to import and export drugs all over the states."

"Yeah?"

Matt nods. "The calls started coming in, from the remaining residents, about disturbances, missing people who were later found dead just from taking a walk in the wrong place at the wrong time. It got so bad that the cops decided to have a raid on the area when a U.C. reported about a big shipment. They called it a way of 'officially clearing out the problem'," He nodded when Mello's face showed realization to his words. The cops planned to kill them all. "There was a hush evacuation for the remaining people into Central after which point the bridge was raised to keep everyone in the city safe. Little did the cops know that a rival gang planned a raid that same day and boy was it a blood bath."

Mello could see it all, one crowd jumping another, rivals turned comrad in order to save themselves from the police force, but at the same time the gangs are firing on each other still while trying to get away with what little of their spoils they can. Amazing. From there Mello learned that the hospital was flooded with officer and gang member alike, there were no more rooms and anyone sent on to the next hospital died on arrival. Rumor has it that on quiet nights you can hear the screams and gunshots. The blond had to admit that he's damned impressed with the dark history of the peaceful place. Looking out of the passangers window beside him, he wondered for a second about that 'peace' he'd thought of before. He'd be an idiot to think like that when in truth it wasn't peace he saw when looking at the neighborhood but an eerie silence.

When the car rolled along to Central, Matt spoke of the American Civil War and how the town served as a 'prisoner of war' camp; after the end of the war, the building used to house prisoners was converted into a state penitentiary, and later on, Silent Hill became a resort town. Around the same period, a group of religious zealots founded a series of small doomsday cults based upon the eschatology of the unnamed Native American tribe which occupied the land before settlers arrived. Collectively referring to themselves as "The Order", the cults, each of whom worshipped a different sub-deity, practiced human-sacrifice and necromancy in an ongoing effort to resurrect "The God", an ancient deity which they believed would usher in an age of paradise by killing all humans. They nicknamed him The Executioner. To fund their efforts they took the approach of the mafias, and The Order dealt a psychadelic drug called White Claudia to the towns people and tourist to the area. It was great because the drug trade served to increase tourism to the town from the residents of surrounding areas, who traveled there to obtain White Claudia. The drug trade was eventually crippled in the midst of a war between The Order and local authorities in which members of The Order murdered several police officers. Its rumored that users of White Claudia often experienced hallucinogenic encounters with demons.

"Seriously?"

Matt shrugged. "I guess, but then I've been doing it for a long while, and I haven't had any hallucinations- not anymore. Maybe the first time..." He lowered his gaze from the road a minute saying. "I once saw my mother. She came for me in the night, and we went around town together." He smiled dryly. The corner of his lips began to twitch, and to console their itch he popped an unlit cigarette into his mouth. "I was raised by my grandmother because my mother was in the cult." He explained nerves back in check, and his easy voice is back in place of the one that started to vocally tremble a bit. "Anyway, they were shut down when the cops were killed and people started to go missing, only one time did someone return and they were all doped up on drugs so no one believed them about what happened. Could have been alien abduction for all the cops fucking cared."

Palleville, the town he planned to live in temporarily, has only recent dirt about it. Since the re-populating of it. A lunatic named Walter Sullivan, who became a seriel killer when his mother fell into a coma. Someone told him that the way to revive her would be to offer souls to bring her back and he had to kill 21 people to complete this ritual. The bastard killed 2 kids who were playing outside at night for a start, and from there on it was nothing but slaughter in the most brutal ways. The last people he killed before he died in prison was a family that lived out in the woods... the two younger boys would have been the last two people to kill before completing the ritual. Something happened that left them alive with nothing but flesh wounds and Walter was sentenced to life in prison. Next came the nightmare of a man named Beyond Birthday, he was the youngest boy in the cabin of Walter's final victims. Some say he became a seriel killer from trauma, others- people who knew him- say its because he was the devil himself.

"So what happened to them?" Mello asked, hardly keeping the bewilderment from his expression after hearing about all the deaths in the resort town, honest curiosity in his question.

"Walter was beaten to death in prison, Beyond... well, that kid was different. Never really convicted but he spent a lot of time in court and in the nuthouse. " He grinned impishly, his tone lowering to a ghostly degree. "I heard that the kid grew up and continued killing somewhere out in the forest."

The car pulled to a stop; the gentle rock of the vehical snapped Mello out of his thoughts of the lanky, stringy man he'd seen in the forest. The one who'd been bashing into his car with sheer unearthly strength.

"People have said that he died about a year ago, that he became the devil himself because when Beyond was born he had red eyes. Others say that he died and was ressorected as The Executioner." Seeing the serious expression of fear creeping up on Mello's face, the tour guide laughed. That was the expression he'd been waiting for. Everyone, young or old, boy or girl, loved a good ghost story especially when they have such a supernatural twist to them, making it sound as if it were true. Honestly, Walter was killed in prison. As for the reincarnation of The Ghostly Executioner, he's living in England with his older brother. At least that's what he's come to understand. He'd met the older brother once, nice guy, a bit to himself when not tossing out opinions. He took a tour with him when he came into town, mostly wanted to know where a good hotel was during his brothers trial. Now he's just a ghost story told to keep kids in line.

Following the red heads lead, Mello exits the car shutting the door after himself. His teal gaze scanned the areas buildings and street tags before landing on the reason they've stopped. Its a medium sized building in front, but it looks as though it gets larger in the back.

Matt is in the backseat of the car rummaging around for something, when he exits he spots Mello craning his neck upward as if to see something on the roof of the place. "This is the History museum but," He ended dramatically, paused as he slips into a solid black zipper-hoodie, with blue and black striped sleeves before handing an identical red and black striped one off to Mello. "don't get too comfortable because its gonna be torn down and made into a boathouse."

Mello said nothing to this and instead looked over the garment in his hands, smiling as a clump of stripes has been thrown his way yet again. He was glad his chocolate fetish wasn't as obvious as Matt's love of stripes. Pulling the zip-up around his body he zips it only halfway as the chill hasn't gotten to him quite yet. Following his friend inside, Mello can't help but notice a good amount of wear and tear on the place.

"Why don't they board this place up- at least to save on cleaning from the vandals."

Matt scoffed, shaking his head he asked. "Are you kidding? Until they overhaul, this place is a hang out for potheads, drunks, sexaholics, you name it."

"Oh really?" He replied half interested. "And which one are you?" He sports a knowing smile seeing Matt light the cigarette which he'd only been holding captive between his lips, but now it seemed the stick were in for a fiery torture- granted it were alive.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, he replied blandly. "Unzip and I'll show."

Mello looks around the room, Matt's comment ignored. The museum wasn't all that bad looking, broken, dusty, but not bad. A bit smaller than most that he's used to. His mother had taken him to one several times when he was a boy. He didn't much care for being there, but being with her was always a nice time. Walking around, lightly fingertipping the items in the room Mello got a sense of still in the air. It wasn't calm, just still. Like the air were laced with weights that you could not see. Probably because of all the dust and cobwebs. Which right then he ran into. Spending a moment brushing the tingly, sticky feeling from his face he looked about the darkness for Matt when asking.

"Tell me something about this place?" He had to get some sound into the air or he'd go mad just that quickly. And for a tour guide he sure shut off pretty fast. Probably whipped out his handheld without him noticing.

"Read the plaques. I'm on my break." Replied the red head who's leaning against a cracked, but not broken through, display case.

Scoffing in mock offense, Mello strides over to one of the larger statues in the room. "Don't expect a tip." He mentioned to the slacker while polishing a plaque to read its inscription. Its a statue of a gooddess of the new world.

A flowing gown covers a very grim looking woman's body. The next thing he looked at was a model of a ship placed within a broken case. It was beautifully done. The inscription read: 1000's died that day. We will never forget the Saint Worshiper. Not all of it was grim, though. A few abstracts caught his eye, and for a moment he pictured one on the wall of his apartment back home, but naah. Cleaning it would be a real bitch. All this art, delicately done, carved, painted, sculpted... all of it is unappreciated as nothing more than an eyesore by the buildings new inhabitants. The next painting is so weird looking, but he can't really tell what it is that he's looking at. It looks like a triangle, but one made out of lumps or spheres. Something else in the painting looks like a long blade, but again its very beaten and worn. Checking the plaque he reads: Execu- but the rest is cut off.

'What is this towns obsession with death?' He wonders to himself. Spotting a door which he assumed leads to another part of the museum Mello grabs the knob before looking over his shoulder to ask Matt. "Where does this lead to?" His head whipped back around to look at the door knob which he had abruptly released when the chipped gold knob gave the gentlest turn within his grasp.

"Afriad of spiders?" Asked Matt, appearing as if like magic at Mello's side.

Mello stepped aside when Matt reached for the door knob to brush it off before latching onto it himself.

"This is an office but," Giving the door two hard jerks before releasing the knob, he added. "No one can get in there because its locked, jammed and can't be opened. Probably swelled shut years ago from the heat. I've never seen anyone get in there."

He had to question anyone being in there, though. He could swear that the knob had turned in his hand. Where he gave it a gentle twist something on the otherside gave it a firm jerk farther around as if it would open- if it could. Reaching out for the knob again, Mello jumps a bit when Matt's hand lands on his shoulder.

"Ready to go?"

"..Yeah."

But as they exit the building, he couldn't help his attention from going over his shoulder at the thing one last time.

It has gotten colder since they went in. Mello zipped the jacket completely up to his chin, but left the hood down since they'd be in the car for the ride back to Matt's and hopefully the male would put on the heat.

"This is what sucks about living so close to water, the fog is ridiculous." Matt mentions absently, climbing into the car after stomping out the butt of his thoroughly smoked cigarette.

He didn't have to tell Mello about ridiculous fog. He experienced it first hand as he walked through the forest and into the ghost town. Mello had to touch his side as the memory of those hellhounds came back into thought.

"Rosewater park leads to Central, by the way." Matt says to him with a casual tone. "It cuts right over the lake."

Mello wondered why he would need to know something like that, but since the comment made no difference to him it made no sense to comment on it. "I think that farmer might be on something." Mello says instead, just to be conversational.

"Probably grows weed."

"Mm." Spotting the laptop in front of him resting on the dash. Mello reached for it. "Do you mind if I use this?"

"Go ahead."

Lifting the screen and turning on the power, Mello watched Matt's hand snake over to his side of the seat landing on the keys of the laptop. He tensed when the male, who hadn't taken his eyes from the road, pressed the computer into his lap by typing in his password. He muttered a 'thank you' when the hand was removed, receiving a simple sound of acknowledgement for it.

The car slowed over a speed bump, and without looking up from what he's doing Mello could tell that they've stopped at a fast food restaurant. Glancing up after Matt ordered 2 chicken sandwiches and fries, a Coke which had to be changed to a root beer since they only served Pepsi there. He wondered if McDonalds knew that Happy Burger had ripped off their golden arches. Returning his attention to the laptop, he continued his search for an apartment to rent. It would have to have all the amentities furniture, appliances etcetera. He can't afford to buy knew things and he certainly isn't staying here. A part of him wondered if Matt would care about that, but he decided that he didn't need to know. Matt seemed content at just being anywhere with anyone, why should his place in Mello's life matter?

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"Put that away for now," Matt said when the cranking of the mouse's roller went off for the eigth time. "You can stay at my place as long as you like." Matt had to say something because the blond hadn't even touched his food, and he was sure he'd heard the tell tale growling of a stomach at one point.

They are sitting in the car which is parked at the park- not Rosewater but a smaller park within the center of Paleville. Normally, like in the hot weather months, you could hear the fountain clear to the road, but now there is nothing but the sound of a few people talking to each other and the occassional car going by. But after a few minutes, the fog had gotten so thick you'd think that the townspeople have been swallowed up and eaten by it. Eventually the cars stopped coming by, the skaters silenced, not a single screaming child, or spotted lovers kissing in the distance. Just the two of them walled up inside the red Plymoth.

Having come away from his focused searching, Mello had to think about Matt's words for a moment. He already told himself eleven million times that he will not buy a home to live in this town like he were stuck. Staying with Matt would be cheaper than renting a place as well. But no, he couldn't impose on Matt like that. Its a fun idea, but truthfully, a man needs his own space.

"Just one more night, but after that" He points to the screen. "I'll be living in the Blue Creek apartment building. I'll give you the room number when I get it."

"Hn." Matt commented thoughtfully. "Why you'd wanna live two hours from Central is beyond me."

"I've got a thing for pool," Mello points a finger in the general direction where he'd seen a large sign that read pool hall/bar.

"I don't play ameteurs. Try not to be so busy when I wanna hang out with you. Okay?"

"Yeah." Mello decided then to partake of the food that his sense of smell has been nibbling on for the past ten minutes.

Having limited experience in talking civily with people, he figured eating would be a well enough distraction. The longest conversations he's ever had were with one to ten of the dogs in his town, and they all had his fist within an inch of busting their nose up, while the other hand kept a choking grip on their shirt collar.

Face set in disgust, he mutters over the bite of food. "Fuck. Its cold." Tossing the remains of the cottony frie back with the others, he reached for his watered down root beer to remove the taste.

"Hmhm." Matt snickered softly. "You've only got a 4 minute margine before that microwave heat wears off." Turning the key in the ignition to start the car, he says then. "We'll go back to my place and heat it up." Tossing his empty contents into the white logo printed bag, he handed it off to Mello so that he could place his untouched meal inside.

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When Matt had said "heat it up" this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. But hearing Mello's whispy pants into the large soft arm of the couch, turn into grunts and very voiced moans under his command, Matt wasn't going to complain. Mello arched his back, his longish hair fanned out and over Matt's shoulder; sending tickles up the red head's spine, before the back of his head rest there. Matt grunted in pleasure feeling Mello's body tighten around him when he'd straightened up, and his arm wraps firmly around his houseguest torso pressing his back to his chest.

The gamer's nimble fingers cruised up Mello's side before he ran his palm roughly down to the delicate hip bone that was dying to be held; but his hands want more than a firm grip, they want to explore every bit of the male while they still can. Planting kisses on Mello's bony but firm shoulder; his hand caressed carelessly up and down the blond's side, until a distressed hiss reminded him that Mello is wearing medical tape after having had a trip to the hospital yesterday. So he settled for running his hand up and down the male's gaunt thigh. The wrapping should have been a red flag that Mello is injured, but you try keeping a clear head when Mello's got his tongue in your mouth. Not an easy thing, Matt can tell you.

Mello's hand grips onto the back of Matt's head, fingers tangled in the franticly placed red crop of hair, keeping them close together during their kiss; as if the gamer would have pulled back. Though thinking about it, as for how they came to be on the couch like this: disheveled, glistening with a sheen of sweat from their combined heat and the heavy air in the room, a human knot panting and groaning, and very connected was a mystery to them. But if Matt had to take a guess, he would figure it was when Mello came into the kitchen, only seconds after himself, and moved him from infront of the sought out microwave. Noticing that Mello was sandwiched between himself and the counter, Matt felt something take over him but not completely sure of what egged him on, Matt raised his hands so that they rested on the counter top trapping the male in place, where he then leaned in and claimed the blond's mouth with his own. The kiss went from curious to demanding, hungry at the pull of being engulfed to overpowering with want to show off. But regardless of leadership through the mouth, Mello gave his body to Matt completely and his hips and crotch received the grind session in full. The red head's hands left the counter in place of a better location, and they surfed through the ocean of the blond's longish mane.

Mello made the first move to expose flesh; their black hoodies were removed at the door long ago when they came in, so there was nothing much between them but easy to remove jeans and season heavy shirts. His first and then Matt's, Mello undid the buttons and zippers on their jeans after that he reached in to pull out the hidden meat with a grace that was completely natural and comfortable, as if this sort of thing went on between them often. Why act shy or coy when a good-looking guy wants you just as badly as you suddenly want him, you go with it. The feeling that rushed through them when their semi-erect members touched erutped a groan from one male's mouth to the other. If the sounds were living breathing things they would have exploded from sudden impact of bumping into each other, and Matt's caressing hip movement became damn near starved for the offered meal as he brushed up against Mello with a sturdy purpose. The counter's edge was unfelt murder on the blond's backside leaving a faint strip of light red bruising as Mello was repeatedly shoved into it when he shoved himself off of it.

But again, how point A got from point B... The trail of clothes gave their path away. Shirts abandoned at the kitchen exit, belts by the coffee table, boots next to the couch. For some reason their jeans never fully made it off of their person, but all of its material is out of the way of the desired parts of the other person and the denim rest bunched beneath their bent legs. It was nice touch, though, when they stood on their knees on the seat of the couch; Mello had since been spun around facing away from the red head, and the movement from their rocking brushed the jeans along their thighs and backsides.

Their mouths found each other again when Mello turned his head; their exhausted breaths had to forgive them because the two refused to give up an ounce of relief so they could catch themselves to calm down. Mello moves his hips slowly up and down over Matt's shaft, up only about an inch or two, so drawn into the kiss that he can't focus much on manual movement anyplace other than his mouth. The gentle bounce was driving the red head insane, though, and leaning his weight down over Mello's back he pushed the blond forward over the arm of the couch again, gripping the submissive male's hips before proceding to give him a good deep thrusting. And Gods it was good. Mello hadn't felt this familiar fire in the pit of his stomach since he experimented with a friend who didn't mind giving blowjobs. But this isn't a blowjob in his father's basement, and he's no longer an awkward 14 years old wondering how to respond to pleasureful touches.

He was sure that with Matt's lack of finnesse- though lubricated, the male did sort of just shove himself right into his body once they'd hit the couch- he'd be feeling it badly later on. But for right now, its nothing but divine pleasure mixed with only a momentary, yet good, pain. He heard his voice swear of its own accord during a mind bending palming massage of his balls, and he rocked his hips back into the treatment. But the blinding light came from just the briefest pinches left upon his right nipple, and he would have begged for Matt not to stop if the hand on his chest didn't get promoted to running circles around the slit of his burning erection. Mello would never call gaming a waste of an active life again, if it taught the red head to touch like this. Matt's breaths pant into Mello's neck, and he smiled a bit when the blond hummed over a dry voice when his tongue ran along the vein throbbing in his neck. Having someone be so responsive is a headrush, he feels almost powerful in the appreciation of his movements, and kicked it up a notch by jerking the leaking meat in strong, firm movements until Mello's body lurched and convulsed beneath him.

Surges of pleasure dug Mello's fingernails into the couch, and his teeth clenched to keep him from screaming out like a bitch in heat because its been too long since he's felt, or let anyone touch him this intimately. He's never so much as been hugged since his mother's death. Matt's moan brought him back from his slowly failing senses, which only made the chills up his spine and the loss of his breath that much more pronounced. He's sinking fast. But Matt seems to be closer than he is, as the steadily tightening hole gives him more and more resistance when he tries to move in and come out. Pound after pound became slower and thicker, the strokes along Mello's shaft imitating the movement until both men let go... So maybe the 'how' isn't so much important as the 'why' did this happen. But neither of them cared, not in the least as they lay in a panting heap trying to recapture their senses.

After about 4 minutes of rest, there was Matt all ready and with a stick in hand, zipped up, and tugging his goggles from around his neck over his head tossing them onto the coffee table before shoving the thin white stick into his mouth. "Mind if I smoke?" He chuckled after looking down at the mess of a man laying somewhat on his lap, unbuttoned and still exposed to the world. Mello's head on the seat cushion while his lap is draped over his own.

"Go ahead." This conversation would turn into 'their thing', if Matt didn't take the hint that Mello could careless if he smoked around him. Whether it be here, or a diner, or the back of his car. Mello doesn't care.

"Thank you- and zip up," He adds when the flame jumps to life from his lighter. "you look like my nameless whore."

Laughing, Mello shifts himself around on the couch, talking to Matt as he does this, arranging the borrowed clothing into a more tasteful state on his person. "Let's see, you barely know me and we just had sex." Sitting up properly on the seat, he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "I'd say that qualifies me as your whore."

Matt smiled at the notion of having Mello to take whenever he pleased, but instead he blew out a large cloud of smoke. "Want some?"

Noticing that the smell is anything but nicotine, Mello declines.

"Suit yourself," The words clouded out of Matt's mouth, and he shrugged. "And my bad for being in a rush." He waved the smoking stick around Mello's genitalia. It looked like he was weaving signs at him.

Readjusting his seat as that very pain was calling for attention, Mello replied. "It'll pass." Though it has him momentarily pinned in place, and honestly if it didn't he'd of gotten up to use the shower as he can feel Matt's sticky release still inside of him.

After a while things grew quiet. Mello wasn't sure which did it to him the hardest, the low sound of blowing Matt was doing to release the smoke from either his mouth or nostils, the silence, or the constant flicking of the red head's lighter; decorated with some kind of bat looking monster. He'd been looking at it for minutes trying to make it out better, but his drooping eyes won over his curiosity and he slumped over to the empty side of the couch, fast asleep.

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It was one of two things that jarred Mello out of his heavy coma-like sleep, and that was a hot seering pain on his back and the left side of his face, or the loud insane sound of a scream. But coming to his senses made the heat a lot more pronounced, and the weight on his body caused momentary panic, but he bounced whatever it was to the floor before furiously smacking at himself as if he were putting out a fire. Bad idea. Mello cried out in pain as he slapped hard onto a blister just above his eye. Shaking the blur from his vision, and the sleep cobwebs from his mind Mello looks around the room and in an instant he prayed that he was still asleep.

The heat in the room was coming from all around him. A large black cloud hovered overhead like a personal thunderstorm that was ready to strike with bolts of lightning at any moment. He didn't see the source of the fire though, just a lot of smoke. Coughing into his fist, Mello set about locating the high-pitched screamer and his blood ran cold. There on the floor flailing madly, and smacking at invisible flames, is Matt. Taking in his friend's appearance, Mello was sure that all the stop drop and roll in the world wouldn't make a difference now. Every handsome feature that made up the male's face was unrecognisable through a cluster of puss filled blisters, and flaking, shriveled black skin.

Snapping out of his stupor, Mello dropped to the floor. "Matt!?" He winced hard from the pain that racked over his entire body. He hadn't felt that pain since that dream about being mauled by those hellhounds. It was almost crippling, but he ignored it as best he could in order to come to Matt's aid. "Just hold on, Matty." He touched a clump of exposed hair, wishing that he hadn't when the singed hair fell away from the scalp.

Mello rushed into the kitchen, stumbling over their boots or maybe it was the coffee table, who the hell could really tell. He grabbed a large cup from the upper cabinet and filled it with water from the sink. Hurrying back into the living room he dumped the water over Matt's face, unsure of what he thought would happen once done, but he knew he would need more. A single cup of water definitely wasn't going to do it. The smoke has gotten thicker now, and its nearly impossible to see. Breathing is even harder, and if he had to pick one over the other , Mello would be strapped up to a damned oxygen tank that would last him a year and three months. Moving forward, arms extended to feel his way around, he searches for the window. He knows where it is, but is unsure if he can get to it without running into the source of the fire. The heat in the air is overwhelming and the fire could be any place in the apartment.

Having another fit of coughs, he realized that Matt was no longer screaming in pain, so he put a lot more steam into his desire to locate the window. When his fingers stabbed into the glass, he smiled for the briefest second over the victory. Jerking the window open was a dumb idea in itself as the smoke came rushing his way, and he nearly threw-up choking on the smoke while he leaned heavily out of the window hoping for some fresh air that didn't come. Turning back into the apartment, Mello knelt down to pick up the burned male.

"Dammit, dammit, don't do this!" He said channeling a dramatic scene from television. "Stay with me!"

He had to bare with the heat coming from Matt's body, and the pain coming from his own. His ribs were crying murder in his senses. But it had to be put aside as he hefted Matt from the floor like he were nothing but a rag doll. And as limp as his body has become he very well could have been. The weight is no problem for him, he feels his way around the room for the location of the bedroom, he's used to shoving around 300 to 500 pound garbage dumpsters. So little Matty was nothing by far. Thankfully the smoke hadn't completely blotted out the bedrooms visual, and he easily found the bathroom door and hurried to it after shoving his foot against the bedroom door to keep the smoke out for as long as he could.

The tub would make the perfect place for Matt to... well, he's not really sure what will happen but its better than doing nothing. Laying the male in the tub, he rubbed the rosary around his neck furiously begging to someone, anyone, that Matt is only unconscious and not dead. Turning the faucets, he watched the water rush into the tub. That should do it. Pressing down on the drain stopper, it sticks into place allowing the water to fill the white tub. Feeling assured that Matt will at least- something- Mello decided to brave the living room again in order to locate his phone, and the fire. Hopefully he can put it out and call an ambulance at the same time. Damn it, but he wished he had put his shirt back on. It could have helped filter the smoke away while he breathed. On hands and knees, he crawled along patting at the floor until he felt his fingers brush against the cool metal of his phone. Picking it up, he feels around the room hoping to find some kind of flame... mabe its not even coming from Matt's place but another one of the apartments. But then how did Matt get burned.

'Crazy fool must have gone out to help.' Thought Mello dialing for an ambulance. You wouldn't see that kind of kindess in his city. You were on your own and that was that.

A thump over by the bedroom caught the male's attention, distracting him from seeing what was coming down overhead. And receiving a hard pop to the head, Mello hit the floor unconcious. The apartment hummed with the sound of mumbling fire, filled from wall to wall with smoke, and over the phone a woman's voice called out. 'Hello?' 'Hello?'

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Blinking, the first thing that Mello noticed was that the vision in his left eye is gone. Maybe not gone, but something is blocking him from seeing with it. Reaching a hand up he touches the soft white bandage gauze. The wrap went around his head, and he could feel a lot more of it along his back also on the left. What the hell happened? Closing his good eye, he thinks as hard as he can to recall the past events that brought him here. His mind is cloudy, thick and heavy.... He remembers sleeping... sleeping and, he was awakened by an intense heat. There was smoke everywhere, his lungs could actually remember how thick the air was. It had burned with every intake of breath.

'There was smoke everywhere. ...It was a fire, but... not in Matt's place. It must have been at the neighbors, smoke travels quickly enough.' Rubbing his exposed eye with agitation, he tried to keep himself awake but Mello knew that laying down wouldn't help him, so he struggled onto his better side to assist him in sitting up. 'And what happened to Matt? If I'm here that's great but did the paramedics get there in time to help him?'

A low groan escaped his mouth, but he'd managed to prop himself up against the headboard all the same. His head is pounding like someone beating a steady rhythm on a base drum. Placing his hand to the right side of his head, he tries to pinch the pain away, or at least calming it. His heart is beating rather quickly too. It feels like its trying to pass through his rib cage, but it can't.

A nurse walked past the room, clipboard in her hand and at a pace that said she had somewhere to be, but when glancing into his room she stopped in her tracks. Plastering a smile on her face, she turns herself into his room walking right up to the bed. "Looks who's awake, finally." Her attention went to the chart at the end of the bed, picking it up she wrote down what was on the monitor beeping beside him. "How do you feel?" She asked in a sweet tone.

Mello wanted to spit the sugar out of his mouth, but rather than make a bold gesture that her kindness was unwanted, he asked in a dry, rough voice. "Where's Matt?" He'll tell her about the headache later, but right now priority was priority.

"Matt?" She wonders out loud over the name. But it seemed that she didn't recognize it, so she went back to checking his stats. Once done, she pulled a flash light from her uniforms pocket, and walked around to the side of the bed. "I'm gonna need you to follow this light." She said before reaching for the cover over his left eye.

Smacking her hand away as if it were a poisonuos snake, he grabbed a handfull of her pale green cardigan and jerked her closer to him so he could hiss at her, rather than shout with a voice he can't seem to muster. "Screw you lady, and answer the damned question. Where. Is. Matt?"

Appauled, she pulled herself free with much effort and after straightening her clothes, she answers. "I'm not certain of whom you're speaking of. No Matt anything has come in."

"That's a lot of bullshit lady, and you know it." He grabbed his aching chest. He can feel exhaustion sweeping over him.

The woman moved closer, regardless her growing frustration with the snippy patient, and she did her job by soothing his pains. And by sooth them, she slipped his removed oxygen mask back on. "You've inhaled a lot of smoke, you should keep this on until the doctor gives you the OK."

Mello rolled his eyes.

"I'll check around for you about your friend, but for now, please listen to what I'm asking of you." Again the flash light is produced.

Annoyed, Mello follows the blinding beam left, right, up, and down, even diagonal until the woman is satisfied and turns it off with an audible click. He couldn't help himself, and went on to say. "He's got red hair. He was burned all over, though, so you might not notice that."

"I told you, that I'll check. We have many people in intensive care who fit that description. Even if you told me his eye color, I don't think that it would help much."

"Would you look now, please?"

He said 'please'. What more did she want? Dinner and a movie. He'd offer it up too if it would get him news about his friend. The nurse left the room, heading down the hall to where she had been planning to go before her detour into the rude patients room. Mello stared out of the door for what seemed like hours, and during that watch dog posture he'd taken, the blond fell asleep, waking up whenever someone came into the room to check on him. It was late by the time Mello woke up, and stayed up. The sun is just starting to set. He had to get out of this damned bed and get to the front desk. Surely they would know where Matt is. Although he had to remind himself, as he stripped the cords and things from his person, that Matt's real name is Mail Jeevas.

On trembling legs, the blond moved out of the room and into the hall. Its very quiet, nothing but distant sounds can be made out. Mostly of closing doors. Using the wall as sort of a cane, Mello makes his way to the elevator.

"Excuse me!" A woman's voice shouts from behind him. "Where do you think you're going?! Get back into your room!"

Mello picked up his shaky step when hearing the nurses sneakers creaking over the floor, at a faster pace than he was going. If he could just press the button. But the elevator doors slid open before him, and there stood a doctor in his long white coat, clipboard in hand. But not just a clipboard.

"Stop him doctor, he's trying to escape!" The nurse called from six feet away from him and closing in.

"What escape?" He bellowed over his shoulder. When he turned back to explain to the doctor as to why he had gotten out of bed, he was met with a syringe filled with some sort of clear liquid. "What did you...." Mello toppled forward in an instant, and hit the floor.

Though brought back to his room, the blond fought the sedative as hard as he could. It wasn't the first time he'd been under its effects. He went bat shit hysterical in the hospital when his mother was dying, and the doctors thought that he needed to 'calm it down'.

"Would you like something to eat, or drink?" The battle axe of a nurse asked him while keeping a firm hand planted on his chest to keep him from lurching forward to sit rather than lay in bed. "You've been on liquids for two days, you need to get some solid food into you."

"Two days?!" Unbelievable, Mello scoffed. This is a fine way to start a new life. Car accident, vividly mauled, and now he's losing the one person he's allowed into his life after such a long time of solitude. "Just get the fuck out. I don't want anything from you people." He hates hospitals. Doctors and nurses alike. They're nothing but a bunch of pill pushing, knife wielding, puppets to surgeries, and the lifestyle of playing god.

The nurse was hardly offended by the brash behavior of Mello's, she's seen it all. From poop throwing elderly, to the deluded minds of drug addicts who need to burn out trying to rape the staff that gets too close to their bed. Since when were hospitals for the emotionally unstable, she'll never know. But she's unmoved by aything other than a fat pay check, and the blond didn't seem the type to hand one out. So fuck him and his care. She'd send someone in to feed him, or not. What does she care, she gets off in the next 20 minutes. She got to the door when Mello called for her to stop.

"Yes, what is it now?"

"Mail Jeevas, was the name of the person in the apartment with me. You must know that he came in too. He was in the bathroom of the burning apartment with me."

"Burning apartment? There was no burning apartment."

"The apartment we were in wasn't directly on fire, but Matt- Mail," He corrected himself. "Got burned. One of the nurses said she'd check on him for me. How is he?"

"Mail Jeevas did come in with burns, but there was no fire."

'Who cares about that part. How is Matt, stupid bitch.' Mello yelled in fury.

The woman looked as though she'd heard what he'd thought, and with a small smile on her face she said to him. "Mail Jeevas is dead. Now stay put, you should be able to leave by morning." The woman turned around saying through the exit of the room. "Although, if you continue to deny food, you'll end up like your friend."

She turned off the lights in the room, closing the door behind her. Mello sat there in the deafening silence of the room, while inside he hears the woman's words on repeat. "Mail Jeevas is dead." Dead? Dead. It just couldn't be true.

Which is why when the place grew very silent. Moreso than when he'd first tried to escape 3 hours ago, Mello slipped out of bed again. He had to see. He had to know. He'd locate the morgue and look for his friend. He won't just take the word of some doctor. He didn't take it then about his mother, and he sure as shit won't take it now about Matt. But he had to take a detour to the bathroom, after finding a closet rather than the bathroom behind the first door he borrowed a cane that was concealed inside, then checked the other door. After relieving himself, he walks out of the bathroom and into the hall with little caution of being caught. He actually welcomed the fight with the way he feels now, but the sooner he could see a body for himself the better.

Mello was on the first floor wandering, unseen, down the hall of intensive care. He could hear someone talking hard, and serious about one of the patients so he positioned himself in a place where he could easily eavesdrop without being discovered.

"Its a wonder he made it here alive. Burns this bad... this young man should be dead." The doctor was saying.

"Maybe he's surviving on effort." A nurse wondered out loud.

"Get a hold of yourself, there is no such miracle." The doctor snipped. "Maybe the burn hasn't gotten as deep as we initially thought?"

Mello leaned forward hoping to get a peek at the body, when someone tapped him on his shoulder. He swung around looking for a fight, but his attack paused when seeing a young blonde nurse gesturing for him to follow her. She appeared harmless enough, but with guard up, he follows. The two step around the corner so they won't be heard by any of the doctors in the patient's room.

"Is that your friend in there?" The nurse asked. Her fingers are pinned together, one hand cupping the other, as if they were formed that way. "His name is Mail Jeevas?"

Mello nodded, wondering what was the point of secrecy.

The nurse let out a low sigh. "I've been assigned to watch over him until..." She trailed off knowing that Mello would figure out the rest. "My name is Lisa Garland," Her hand came out to shake his, but slowly returned to overlap the other when seeing that he wasn't going to budge. "I'm so sorry to tell you this but your friend is alive by sheer miracle. Honestly, he won't make it through the week."

"But he's alive right now?" Mello inquired.

"Yes."

"Then why did they tell me he was dead?" His voice began to raise. "I could be sitting in there with him."

"Yes, but the doctors here have a strict policy about patient care; and frankly, they told you that your friend was dead to keep you in bed. If you had gotten up and started wandering around, with the concusion you had, you could have hemorrhaged or collapsed from lack of proper oxygen."

Shaking his head, he waved a hand telling her to stop. "Stop it, okay? Just shut up... I don't care about these people's fears of being sued for malpractice. I just wanna see Mail."

Lisa seemed to be thinking that over as she looked from the room which held Matt back to a very ticked off Mello. "I'll see what I can do, but he isn't well. His lungs were full of black fluid from smoke inhalation, and the burn has taken away all of his fatty tissue. Again, sheer miracle is keeping him alive."

"....Fuck."

"You have some very nasty burns as well. But not nearly to Mr. Jeevas' extent." Lisa's gaze is on the patients door. "The doctors say that you can leave tomorrow, and I think its best that you do. We've called around for living relatives, but your friend has none. He'll need you to make the funeral arrangements for him."

Mello's head was in a spin right now, and the nurses words were barely coming in.

Funeral arrangements. Death. No living family. How does his life always end up coming back around to hospitals and death? Maybe he's a jynx. He should really consider cutting himself off from the world completely.

Seeing Mello charging down the hall, Lisa called out to him. "Where are you going?"

"If Matt's gonna die today or tomorrow, I at least want him to know that I was here with him."

"But you can't!" Though she made no move to stop him.

The enraged blond burst into the room, moving quickly over to Matt's bed with a look that threatened to put every doctor in the room in intensive care if they tried to stop him. Matt looked a distorted mess, bandages cover his entire body from head to toe. Not a shred of him was normal, flesh colored or anything. His body is so bad off there are lumps sticking up even through the wrapping. Mello can feel two larger ones pressed into his palm when taking Matt's hand into his own.

"Matt.... I'm sorry. If I had gotten up sooner than maybe..." He trailed off unsure of what to say next. Honestly, he didn't think he could have helped Matt any. But what happened? "I know things must look really bad right now, but that doesn't mean that you're beat yet. I know you can fight this... You have to."

Clearing his throat, a doctor Mello all to easily recognized, placed a hand on his shoulder. "You shouldn't be out of bed, but if you insist on sitting with your friend at least wait until we take him into a patients' room."

Mello glared daggers at the man, he could fuck himself if he thought that he would listen to him and his staff of monkeys any longer. What kind of fucked up hospital lies about a patient being dead when they aren't? True, that nurse Garland said that Matt really didn't have much of a chance, but Mello wasn't about to give in or give up. Returning his attention to Matt, he's momentarily startled by Matt's gaze upon him. His eyes are intense and hard focused on Mello's face. It was as if he were trying to steal his soul, or pass his vision through his face. The burned victims grip on Mello's hand tightened as well. Is he trying to say something?

"Matt, what is it?"

A hard breath was drawn, it was so dry and strained that Mello felt a chill prickle his spine at the thought of his own throat being that damaged.

Doctor Kaufmann has seen enough. Shoving Mello aside, he bellowed at him. "Enough. Let us take him to a room, and you can see him to his end."

The nurses in the room help the man move the bed out into the hall.

"I should sue this place for poor bedside manner!" Mello shouted out the door after them. Walking to the door behind the slew of medical staff, he felt something wet in the palm of his right hand. Slowing himself, he turned his hand over slowly opening it. Blood. Thick and moist, staining his palm. Wiping it onto his pants, Mello took notice, just then, that he's wearing a hospital gown and little else. The blood stuck to his bare leg just as it had stuck to his palm, but he could always wash it off once he got to Matt's room. Walking into the hall, he watched the elevator numbers rise to the third floor, and when the door opened again he stepped inside pressing the button for that same floor.

How Mello missed anyone else on the elevator was beyond him. But he felt a wave of dizziness wash over his senses when the mechanical box moved up, it was so intense that he had to grip the hand rail to steady himself, and when the ride ended he went to step off, making it no farther than two steps before something hard and metal came into contact with the back of his head and he collapsed on the floor.
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