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Close Your Eyes and Settle	By : psychotic4llyxyours Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Slipknot Views: 6064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six: Disasterpiece

It was just like the first night: foggy, creepy, and even colder. Joey was shirtless and shivering as every cold, moist leaf and branch lapped over his torso. Light streaked down from the low-hanging moon and blinded him in some moments just to leave him in darkness the next. He continually looked over his shoulder, but was always fearful of what he might find. Because of his fried nerves and unstable state of mind, he wasn't thinking straight and still hadn't slowed down his overwrought running. He wasn't looking down, either, but was still surprised when his ankle tangled in a vine and threw him to the ground. For a long while he laid there, sobbing into the damp earth, clutching the rotting leaves with trembling fingers. His mind was a blur of so many thoughts that he felt as if he would explode.

He finally pulled himself to his feet and staggered along because the numbness of shock had worn off and he could feel the sharp twigs and acorns stabbing his feet with every step. He spat out the grit of dirt that had somehow gotten into his mouth, while crying, he suspected, and walked on. It was when something made a noise behind him that he broke into a run again, and while much more haggard than the first frenzied sprint, it got him through the trees faster than simple walking.

Some half hour later, he realized with a broken spirit that he was utterly lost; Corey was dead, his mom, too, probably and he had no choice but to ask for help from the one maniac who had done it all. He collapsed, exhausted, beside the trunk of a tree and smeared the dirt over his chest and arms. He could feel the forest floor crawling with bugs, mostly cockroaches, but he knew there were others. The familiar sound of an owl again reminded him of that first night, and he wondered how long it would take Wednesday to find him. Then the thought struck him:

What would Wednesday do when he found him? Joey had clocked him right in the mouth; that wouldn't have made him happy. The thought brought Joey into another episode of hysterics during which he could hardly breathe and his tears burned the cuts on his face. He was thinking exactly the way he didn't need to; he felt he'd brought everything on himself. He was the one who'd been stupid enough to go out when it was getting dark. It was his fault he'd gotten lost. He had asked about Wednesday's life and demanded to be told of it. He'd let Wednesday… let Wednesday touch him; not just his body, but also his heart and he'd actually felt sympathy for the monster. His greatest mistake, though, was going into his house when he knew Corey was there. He knew Wednesday liked him, and he knew Wednesday was insane, and still… he'd gone inside and kissed Corey, right in front of Wednesday. It made him feel sick. It'd made Wednesday feel jealous, and the final result… the final result was all his fault.

"Hi."

Joey started to his feet, and gasped as he saw the ghost girl in front of him. He felt relief for a moment before it fully struck him that she was a ghost, then he backed against the tree more.

She smiled brilliantly and looked to Joey's left, the way he'd just run from. "He's going to toss the body in the river, you know, the same as he did to your mother. I really don't think it's a good idea for you to be standing out here in the open."

Joey slinked around to the back of the tree and watched her warily.

Her smile only widened. "What? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" She took a few steps forward and swiped her hand through his chest. It caused a jolt of ice through Joey's heart, but that was all. "Follow me and I'll take you to a place he'd never dream of searching. You'll be safe there until morning."

"Why should I trust you?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

She shrugged one shoulder mildly. "Fine, then. Stay there and let him slice your throat open like the rest. I'm only trying to help."

The mental image those words provoked were harsh, and reluctantly, Joey came out from behind the tree. He followed close behind her, infatuated with the way she floated without touching the ground. They didn't talk anymore because there was really no need; Joey was lost in his own thoughts and didn't want to have a conversation, and she was there to serve only one purpose.

She took him to one of the many canopied groves, where little to no light broke through the trees. Joey was about to thank her, but she was already gone. He walked to where the shadows were thick and the ground was wet with dew, and he bumped into a cold stone that was smooth and waist-high. He ran his hands over it, down the front and felt words that had been carved in. It wasn't Wednesday's cemetery because he remembered all those stones had been flat, but he was nearly certain that he was in another, more original, one.

"It's about time you got here," said a voice from behind him.

He jerked around and let out a harsh breath as he was shoved against the stone. "Wednesday," he gasped, straining against the strong hands. "Please…"

"Shh." Wednesday pressed a finger to Joey's lips and came close to whisper in his ear, "Don't be so loud. You'll disturb them."

"Wh-who?"

"Those who rest here. I thought you were more respectful than that."

The girl had led him to a trap, Joey thought miserably, and again berated himself for trusting so easily. "What are you going to do?" he asked in a voice that sounded nearly muted to him. He felt like he was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, and was just waiting for the inevitable to happen so he finally could.

"I haven't decided yet. I'm going to leave that for you to do."

"What?"

Wednesday let go of Joey's shoulders and went up to caress his face, while the other hand combed through his tangled hair. "I can allow one of two things: if you want to live and stay with me, you can do that because I've taken care of all your responsibilities for you; but if you want to join the people you cared about, I can take your life just as easily as I took theirs." He cocked his head and waited for a response.

Joey cried. His small body wracked with sobs that he couldn't control and he cried even harder when Wednesday licked the tears from beneath his eyes. He was so torn: he'd lost everything he'd cared about and was left with the one thing that scared him the most, but that he was undeniably drawn to. It was true that Wednesday had destroyed everything that had meant anything at all to him, and he had nothing left… nothing but Wednesday. He didn't want to throw his life away when he was still so young. Hadn't Wednesday promised not to harm him before, when he'd first learned the truth about what Wednesday had done?

"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered brokenly.

Wednesday sighed. "You never make it easy for me, do you?"

Easy for you? Joey's chest burned with suppressed rage. "What do you mean?"

"If you were as predictable as anyone else, I could have killed you, fucked you and been done with it, but of course, you have to make me wait. You have to drive me crazy," he tightened his hands in Joey's hair and pulled it hard enough to make Joey cry out, "Waiting for you. And now, because you're so fucking sweet and fucking innocent and beautiful…" He shoved Joey away from him and turned away. "Now I have to love you."

Joey felt like he'd been slapped. "Love me?" he whispered.

"I'm going home. Come if you want to."

Wednesday walked away without even looking back. Joey watched him for a few seconds before he walked quickly after, always staying a few steps behind. Wednesday had given him a chance to leave, but he didn't know the way out of the woods, or even the way back to his house. Love? He shuddered, cringed, and blushed. It was insane. Of all the things he expected Wednesday to be capable of, love was definitely not among them. He hugged himself, trying to keep warm, and sighed in something like relief when he saw Wednesday's house tower before him.

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Relax… it's over, you belong to me; I fill your mouth with dirt;
Relax… it's over, you can never leave; I take your second digit with me…
Love…
You are… my first, I can barely breathe; I find you fascinating;
You are… my favorite, lay you down to sleep; it's all that I can do to stop…
Love…
So blue… so broken, paper doll decays; I haven't left you yet;
So cold… subversive, your eyes are full of bleach; tomorrow I will go away again…
Love…

YOU ARE MINE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE;
I CAN TEAR YOU APART, I CAN RECOMBINE YOU;
ALL I WANT IS TO COVET YOU ALL,
YOU BELONG TO ME;
I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU
(love)

'Iowa' by SlipKnot

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As soon as Joey stepped foot through the front door, he slid to the ground in a faint. Wednesday frowned, sighed, pulled him all the way inside, then shut the door. He hoisted Joey up over his shoulder and carried him upstairs to the bathroom, where he filled the tub with water and undressed him.

Joey came to as soon as he was immersed in the hot water. It was almost too hot, but after a moment, he let out a deep breath and relaxed back into it. Wednesday tossed a wash cloth in to him and left before Joey could say anything to him. Joey scrubbed the dirt, sweat and tears off with the soothing soap, which had been switched back to lavender, and washed his grimy hair. He sat there until the water got cold, as he was reluctant to face Wednesday after all that had happened. Finally, there was nothing else he could rewash or rinse and he let the water out, then climbed out onto the deck where he dried himself off with the towel Wednesday'd left.

For another twenty minutes, he combed his hair and brushed his teeth with his fingers and mouthwash. He put Neosporin on all the cuts and scrapes that covered his upper body, then stared at the bathroom door. He had nothing left to do. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he fidgeted for a few moments before finally opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Goosebumps spread across his body at the cool air that blew down from the ceiling and he shuddered as he made his way to the end of the hallway where Wednesday's room was.

Wednesday was laying on the bed with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Joey slowly walked up to him and, knowing for almost certain that Wednesday wasn't asleep, hesitated to sit on the bed. He sat on the day bed instead, but still, Wednesday didn't move. Distraught, Joey chewed one of his fingernails, then got on the big bed and poked Wednesday's arm, to no response.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, poking him again. His head grew light as he wondered if Wednesday had perhaps poisoned himself. "Wednesday?" He put two fingers to Wednesday's throat, but before he could feel a pulse, Wednesday made a sudden jerk of motion, and Joey, completely mortified, jumped backward and fell onto the floor. He blushed to hear laughter above him.

"It's just too easy to scare you," Wednesday said, leaning over the edge of the bed and smiling down at him. "Now, why don't you get back up here? I have something I want to give you…"

Joey's eyebrows drew together. "Something to give me?" He hesitated for a moment before crawling back up into the bed and sitting in front of Wednesday, a curious look on his face. "What?"

Wednesday gently pushed him down onto his back and guided his legs apart. "I believe I interrupted something earlier and I want to pay you back for that…" He dimmed the lights, then undid Joey's towel and laid the ends to either side. He sighed through his nose at the sight of such a perfect body, so smooth and seemingly made of porcelain, spread for him in such an enticing manner. He looked up at Joey's face, which held a mixture of emotions: fear and want the most prominent.

Wednesday crawled between Joey's legs and gave his cock a deft lick from hilt to tip. The sound of Joey's harsh intakes of breath fanned the flames of his own desire and he smiled before wrapping his lips around the sensitive organ before him. He lowered his head completely, taking the whole of Joey's erection into his mouth and sucking softly. He pulled back and lapped at the crown, playing his tongue down the slit and around the cap, closing his eyes as he felt the pulse beat hammering against his lips. Joey was fighting internal wars, he could tell not only by the look of pained bliss on his face, but by the way he was absolutely refusing to move.

'I shouldn't let him do this,' Joey said over and over to himself. 'I have to stop him. This is so wrong.' Somehow, though, he couldn't bring himself to say the words aloud. When he reached a hand down with the intentions of pushing Wednesday away, he ended up only pulling Wednesday closer to him. His stomach was all in knots and felt like his chest was going to burst with the pent up feelings, but when Wednesday opened his throat and swallowed him down, Joey could no longer suppress his moans nor the bucking of his hips. His fingers and toes curled in pleasure and he moaned again, louder, pushing his hips up to get deeper into the hot wetness. "Wednesday," he gasped in warning, "I'm gonna… oh, God…" When Wednesday only sucked harder, Joey's entire body arched and he cried out as his semen coated the back of Wednesday's throat. He collapsed to the bed, panting harshly.

Wednesday pulled back and licked his lips. He slithered up Joey's body and kissed him tenderly. They shared a breath, then Wednesday pulled away and stared at him. Joey returned the stare for only a few seconds before shyness got the better of him and he diverted his eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Joey," Wednesday said breathily. "You'll stay with me?"

Joey faltered for only a moment before nodding, trying to convince himself more than Wednesday. "I'll stay with you."

"I do love you, you know. All I did was for you… to have you… forever. I know it hurts, but you'll forget everything; it just takes time."

"Yeah… time."

Time was something they had plenty of.

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Sad small sweet, so delicate
Hey sad small sure, hey porcelain
I've got a bad feeling about this
Real bad; I got that and you
With me saying 'I'm a nervous wreck
When it comes to this, I'm a wreck'
But that explains our perfect fit
Who's to say you have to go?
Because I could go all night
Just close your eyes and settle
Close your eyes and settle

'A Decade Under the Influence' by Taking Back Sunday

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