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Such Synful Thoughts	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matt’s POV

Matt jerked himself awake the next morning when his phone went off, blindly he reached into his pocket and pulled it out and answered without bothering to check the caller I.D.

“Where the fuck are you?” Jimmy’s calm voice traveled over the line.

“The North Pole.” He growled; carefully he sat up so he could talk to Jimmy without waking Zack.

“Matt where the fuck are you!” Jimmy snarled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“There’s blood all over the floor here! I wanna know who it came from and why!”

“Ask your boyfriend.” And then Matt hung up. He turned his phone off and then slowly got the rest of the way up; Zack didn’t stir.

Billy was sitting at the coffee table looking through a newspaper; he had his headphones in and only gave a small wave when Matt stood all the way up. Matt returned the gesture and then went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, he hadn’t had a lot to drink the night before but he still had cotton mouth. He went back to the couch and sat down in front of it and waited for Zack to wake up.

“Hey Matt,”

He opened his eyes slowly and blinked, he couldn’t remember falling asleep, he shook his head to clear the lingering sleep and looked up at Joel.

“Jimmy called…” he bit his lip and didn’t finish the sentence. Matt shook his head, “I knew he’d get to you eventually. He probably filled my inbox or something.” He said pulling his phone out and turning it back on. Zack stirred behind him, he leaned his head back and Zack’s arms circled his neck again.

“We need to go back.” He whispered.

Reality: He’s right.
Denial: No we don’t.
Fury: Yes we do.
Denial: Oh no we don’t, we’re not going anywhere until you’re under control
Reality: We still don’t know what happened.
Protective Rage: Doesn’t matter; he’s dead.
Fury: Damn right he is.
Reality: We’re not killing anyone until we know what happened.
Curiosity: Can we really make him eat his liver?
Fury: Oh yes we can.
Denial: Fuck no we can’t
Logic: He would pass out from pain therefore he would not be able to eat his liver.
Curiosity: How much blood is on the floor? Jimmy said it was all over but Zack only has a busted lip.
Logic: …perhaps he was exaggerating
Reality: How closely was he looking at the floor?

Matt sighed; they did need to go back. Mostly so he could smear Brian into the pavement but also because he needed to find out what had happened with Zack.

Fury: Alright, we need to kill Brian and find out what happened.
Denial: Not necessarily in that order
Fury: In that order.

He got to his feet again and stretched his cramped muscles; they gave Joel a tight hug and a ‘thank you’ and then with Matt leading the way they got off the bus and headed back to their own band.

Reality: We will keep ourselves under control, we will keep ourselves under control, we will keep ourselves under control, we will keep…
Fury: We will kill him, we will kill him, we will kill him, we will kill him, we will...
Denial: We’re not killing anyone, we’re not killing anyone, we not killing anyone, we’re not…
Curiosity: How much blood is there, how much blood is there, how much blood is there, how much…
Annoyance: Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up…

Matt slowly climbed on board, part of him hoped Brian was out with Jimmy somewhere and the other part of him wanted the other guitarist completely alone cornered in the back lounge.

“Guys?” he waited a moment, the bus stayed quiet. Zack slowly sat on the couch and then curled up again.

“I’ll be right back.” He whispered pressing a kiss to his forehead, Zack looked up at him, “Where are you going?” his voice was small and scared and Matt kneeled down next to him so they were closer to eye level, “I need to get some more water, I’m not leaving the bus.” He kissed his cheek and Zack relaxed and curled up a little more.

Curiosity: How much blood? I mean there’s gotta be enough to notice, where did the blood come from?
Reality: Shut up we’re going to find out.
Denial: I doubt it’s all over the place like he said

He walked to the small kitchen and looked around, he didn’t see any blood. He grabbed water out of their fridge and looked for any signs of a fight. The kitchen was clean. He went back to the bunk section intending to check around the back lounge when he found it. There was a pool of blood on the floor, it wasn’t very big but it was there.

Fury: Dead! So Fucking DEAD!!
Reality: We don’t know what happened!
Denial: I don’t think it matters anymore…

He took three slow, deep breaths to reign in his fury and then he walked back to Zack.

Zack was still curled on the couch, he raised his head when Matt walked back in, “Is there a lot of blood?” he asked quietly. Matt hesitated for a moment and then said, “There’s too much.” He sat down on the part of the couch that Zack hadn’t claimed and pressed the cool water bottle against his forehead. Zack made a small sound and climbed into his lap.

“Baby…” he lightly ran his fingers up and down the nape of Zack’s neck and held him close. Zack’s body shook a little as he started to cry again. Pain and rage built inside Matt as his small lover continued to cry.

“Zacky what happened?” he wanted to take Zack away and never bring him back. He held him closer and started singing quietly. After a few minutes Zack’s breathing slowed and the warm tears that had been soaking Matt’s shirt dried up; he thought he had fallen asleep until his small voice broke the silence, “I don’t know why…” He trailed off and shook again, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He whispered.

“Zacky I can’t help you unless I know what happened.” Matt lifted his chin and looked into his watery green eyes, “I love you. No matter what I will always love you.” He pressed a soft kiss to his lips and Zack’s body relaxed against him once again.

“Brian…he, he was drinking…I…I…” he let the sentence hang and held tighter to Matt.

Reality: Well there’s where the trouble started. He was already mad at Zack for something and then he started drinking.

Matt waited patiently for Zack to continue, finally he took a shuddering breath, “I was gonna drag him to his…bunk…he kissed me…” he stopped again and then his next words came out in a rush, “I told him ‘no’ but he pushed me up against the bunks and kissed me again and I bit him and he hit me and I passed out or something and then when I woke up he was on top of me and he kissed me again so I bit him again and he hit me and he made me suck him off and then herapedme.” He was crying again and shaking uncontrollably. It took a second for his final words to sort out in Matt’s head and when they did he felt his hot fury cool to a deadly, vengeful wrath.

Reality: Okay. Kill him.
Denial: …I can’t argue with that.
Curiosity: Where will we put the body?
Homicidal Fury: *Mushroom cloud*
Reality: We’re going to break every bone in his body and throw him face down in a watery ditch.
Homicidal Fury: That’s too simple. He’s going to suffer.
Reality: Let’s go to the library and find some medieval torture books.
Homicidal Fury: That’ll work. Let’s go.

“I’ll kill him.” Matt muttered darkly, he softened his voice and soothed his tone and started singing again to calm Zack. He sang a song he had made just for Zack, there weren’t any words, he hadn’t been able to write any that didn’t sound cheesy or overdone so it was just tones. He had the original track on his computer; it had been a present for Zack’s birthday, Zack loved it he played it all the time. It was only Matt’s voice and an acoustic guitar.

After the first few notes Zack began to relax, his cries subsided into small hiccups and then he curled against Matt in his fretful sleep. He started the song over and carefully lifted Zack and carried him to his bunk. He set him down gently and then climbed in with him; Zack pressed his face into his shoulder and slipped deeper into sleep.

“Sanders.” Someone smacked his shoulder and a feral growl ripped out of him. Zack shuddered and made a small frightened sound and he cut the growl off.

Reality: Don’t wake him up, he’s been through enough.
Denial: He’s been through too much
Homicidal Fury: I swear if that’s Haner…
Reality: We’re going to rip him apart.

Matt carefully extracted himself from Zack and made sure the guitarist was still asleep before he shut the curtain and calmly turned to face a livid Jimmy.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he growled.

Reality: Fuck off Jimmy or we’ll destroy you too.
Denial: Jimmy didn’t do anything.
Homicidal Fury: He’s in the way.
Denial: We could just go around him

“Dammit Sanders where the fuck have you been?” he shouted. Matt resisted the urge to strangle him; the drummer hadn’t done anything except try to pick a fight with him at the wrong time.

“You called Joel, I don’t see why I have to answer that.” His voice was low and soothing, like the seductive dance of a cobra before it strikes. Jimmy’s eyes widened and he backed up a step, “What’s with you Matt?”

“Nothing that involves you.” His voice was still eerily calm. He glided past the drummer and went looking for Brian.

Synyster’s POV

He didn’t even know Matt was on the bus until Jimmy started yelling. He had a bitchin’ headache so he scurried to the back to escape the sound. He dodged around the small puddle of blood on the floor, he couldn’t remember what had happened the night before but he had woken up feeling sicker than he usually did after a night of heavy drinking.

Reality: There is no reason for him to yell Matt is right there
Denial: Maybe he’s still ignoring him
Reality: Yes and yelling is going to make him listen. *rolls eyes*
Denial: Bite me.

…

Reality: Where’s SD?
Denial: I don’t know, its been oddly quiet since we woke up.
Reality: Sex Drive? Helloooo! Sex Drive!
Denial: Why are you calling him? It’s been so nice without him
Reality: …I don’t know
Sex Drive: *peeks out from hiding place*
Reality: I see you, what are you doing?
Denial: Stay where you are!
Sex Drive: …
Suspicion: What’d you do?
Guilt: We did something bad.
Reality: Oh Jesus, what are you two doing here?
Denial: No! All of you go back, go right back to where you came from!
Sex Drive: …We’re in trouble
Guilt: So much trouble
Suspicion: What did you Do!

His stomach churned as guilt plagued him for something he couldn’t remember, he turned around to ask Jimmy if he’d gotten into a fight with someone when he was knocked on his ass with a solid right hook.

He lay on the floor unsure of what had happened his head was spinning and his jaw was stinging.

Self-Preservation: Get up, get up, get up!
Reality: Who the fuck hit us?
Self-Preservation: Get up and fight!

He rolled to the side and jumped up before his mind registered the movement; he ducked the next blow and threw his own punch. He hit his attacker in the chest but it didn’t faze him, he got socked again and again he was on the floor.

Self-Preservation: Run away, run away, Run Away!
Reality: Dizzy…

He tasted blood and tried to push himself up; there was a loud voice in the room and another voice. His brain kicked back into gear and suddenly Jimmy’s loud voice started to make sense, “…are you doing?”

Matt’s voice was low and cold, it sent chills down his spine when he heard it, “Move Jimmy.”

“No! What the hell is wrong with you?” Jimmy was standing in front of him protectively.

Denial: What the hell just happened?
Reality: Matt just kicked our ass.

Hesitantly he stood up, Matt watched him with cold eyes. He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve and looked back at the singer angrily.

Reality: What is his problem?
Denial: …Sex Drive what did you do!!
Sex Drive: *hiding*

“Matt?” Zack’s tremulous voice broke the silence and Matt turned to look at him and all hell broke loose.

Vengeance: Get him! Stupid fuck had no right to hit us!
Denial: That’s not a good idea...

Brian slipped around Jimmy and slammed his fist into the side of the singer’s head. Matt stumbled a little, recovered and retaliated with a bone crushing blow that only grazed his shoulder and still almost spun him around.

Denial: I told you that wasn’t a good idea!
Self-Preservation: Sweet Christ, Duck!

He avoided Matt’s follow-up hit with barely millimeters to spare. Jimmy slugged Matt in his unprotected side and the singer backed up.

Reality: Goddammit Vengeance!
Denial: Which one?
Reality: Both of them!

Ignoring his better judgment Brian jumped back into the fight.

Reality: If it’s two on one we can beat him right?
Denial: No way in hell
Self-Preservation: What the hell are you doing? Don’t fight, run the fuck away!
Reality: I’d like to say that even though we have our differences it’s been an honor knowing all of you.
Denial: He’s not going to kill us.

Matt caught him off guard with a punch to the stomach and his knees went out from beneath him, Matt hit him again and his vision blurred and went dark for a moment. He was on the floor, he could barely breathe and he couldn’t move.

Denial: He’s gonna kill us.
Reality: Yes, yes he is.
Curiosity: Why? What did we do?

Jimmy was trying to hold Matt off, but the bigger singer was having almost no trouble pushing him out of the way. He almost literally threw Jimmy to the side and then wrapped his hands around Brian’s neck.

Reality: We’re gonna die. Oh my God we are going to die.
Denial: No we’re not; Jimmy won’t let him kill us

He clawed at the fingers around his neck as his vision began to swim and darken. He could feel the fight leaving him as his lungs burned for air. There was a high pitched yelp from across the room and the vice around his neck loosened and then disappeared. He fell to the floor gasping and choking.

Denial: He didn’t kill us?
Reality: We’re not dead! Yay! =D

His vision started to clear and he saw Zack sprawled out on the floor unmoving; Matt stood over him protectively. He moved with the grace of a big cat when he struck out at Jimmy; he stayed back in a tight crouch and whenever the skinny drummer ventured close enough he would let fly a powerful punch that would surely knock his friend out cold if it ever found its mark.

Reality: What did he do?
Denial: there’s no way he hit Zack

Zack groaned quietly and lifted a hand to his head he mumbled something. Matt looked down at him and then sprang away from him and landed a solid blow right in Jimmy’s solar plexus. He went down hard hacking and gasping for breath, Matt ignored him and went back to Zack and pulled him into his arms, and then he walked out of the room.

Denial: What just happened?
Reality: We just got pwned by a very angry singer.

Brian crawled to his feet, using the sofa to help pull himself up and slowly made his way over to Jimmy. He collapsed next to his friend and groaned, Jimmy whimpered in response.

“You shouldn’t have hit Zack.” He mumbled he rolled over so he could rest his head on Jimmy’s side. Jimmy nodded weakly.

It took almost two hours for them to find the strength to get up; by that time Johnny had stumbled on them and freaked out whilst simultaneously informing them that Matt and Zack had, once again, disappeared.

Reality: I would really like to know why Matt decided he needed to kill us.
Guilt: Let him.
Denial: Why should we let Matt kill us?
Guilt: We need to die.
Denial: We need no such thing. What is wrong with you?
Reality: Its Guilt, he’s supposed to make us hate ourselves. That’s what he does.
Denial: I thought that made us want to eat and drink?
Reality: That too.
Guilt: We did such a bad thing…

Brian walked out of the bathroom holding a cool cloth on his busted lip; he almost unconsciously skirted the stain on the floor and froze.

Guilt: So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad…
Denial: No, stop it, we’re not going to remember that, stop it!
Reality: What did you make us forget?
Denial: Nothing, absolutely nothing, it was just a dream that got out of hand.
Sex Drive: …Nuh-uh…
Denial: Shut up! Nothing happened!
Reality: What did we do? What the fuck are you trying to hide?

Vaguely he recalled a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the table, Zack’s green eyes glowing in the low light, a sharp pain in his mouth as Zack’s teeth clamped down on his tongue.

Denial: It was nothing, just a dream, just a stupid dream that’s it!
Reality: Dammit Denial what are you keeping from us!
Sex Drive: It wasn’t a dream.
Denial: Yes it was, yes it was!

Zack was on the floor his lip was bleeding, he was begging him to stop, he saw Zack’s back, the letters of his name were blurred and unreadable and it felt good, so good to be inside of him.

Bile rose in his throat at the last thought, he looked down at his pants and ran back into the bathroom.

Denial: Its nothing, nothing at all, its nothing there’s no reason to look, it was only a dream!
Reality: Sweet Christ we didn’t. SD what did you do?
Sex Drive: I’m sorry…

He closed and locked the door and pulled his pants off, there was a dark stain on the front of his boxers.

“Oh Jesus…” he whispered, he turned around and threw up in the toilet.

Denial: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…
Reality: Sex Drive how could you!? And Denial, fucking hell What were you thinking?! You can’t hide that shit from us!
Guilt: We need to die.
Reality: For once I fuckin’ agree with you.
Denial: No! It was just a dream we didn’t do anything
Reality: Yeah Matt tried to kill us because of a dream, stop bullshitting yourself Denial
Denial: I’m not.
Sex Drive: I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened, I figured you guys would stop us before we got too far but you didn’t and, and…
Reality: Well dammit SD what the fuck were you thinking we were drunk as hell and you decided to see how far you could get?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Sex Drive: *Crying* I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Reality: Saying ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it. Matt wants us dead and for good reason. Christ what are we going to do for the show tonight?
Denial: The same thing we always do. Nothing is wrong.
Reality: o_o You are one hell of a piece of work do you know that?
Denial: If we pretend like nothing is wrong then it won’t be.
Reality: That has got to be the biggest load of bullshit you have ever dumped.
Hysteria: Matt is going to Kill us! He’s not going to stop until he sees us six feet under, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!
Reasoning: We need to explain this to him.
Reality: Explain? What is there to explain, we got drunk and we raped Zack. That seems pretty self-explanatory to me.
Reasoning: I’m sure if we explain how drunk we were he’d understand.
Reality/Denial/Logic/Sex Drive/Hysteria/Vengeance/Jealousy/Brian: O_O
WHAT!?!?
Reality: You’re outta your fucking mind!
Denial: There is no ‘understanding’ with Rape!
Sex Drive: How the hell did you come up with that?
Hysteria: We can’t reason with Matt, He’s Pissed!
Logic: There is no way to justify rape.
Brian: That’s it I’ve totally lost my mind.

He sat down in front of the door as his knees gave out. Now he sincerely wished Jimmy had let Matt strangle him. He needed to be strangled; if he was sick enough to rape one of his best friends God only knew what else he could do.

A/N: There ya’ go! An express update, I’ll start typing on the next chapter tonight :)
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