Matt stepped outside for a smoke. It was dark out, the sun had just set. He walked off to his usual area, which wasn't far from where he was. He stood out by an old warehouse, staring at the sky. When all of a sudden, he felt something, nothing physical, but a feeling, he was being watched.

He looked around but quickly deduced where he was being watched from and wh- no- WHAT was watching him. He backed up against a wall and growled at the figure in the shadows, there was no light around, not even the moon.

He dropped his cigarette, he felt the adrenaline rush through his body, a maddening feeling came over him, at that moment he was a being of pure instinct at that moment. His fists clenched, his teeth bared, he was ready to run at any given moment. Whatever was before him was not human, it wasn't something of this world, he snarled, had anyone even come close to him there's no telling what he'd do to them.

There was something malicious in the air, something vile. Matt could sense it. He felt his senses heighten, his eyes focused and adjusted perfectly, he could feel the wind and hear it as it moved around him and his surroundings, he smelled scents and tastes that were foreign to him but he paid no mind to, all he thought about was the run from his spot to the door. This feeling lasted only ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity, he braced himself, swore under his breath, felt everything leave him and time seemed to stop in what could have been forever but was only but a split second.

He breathed, in, out, in… he ran. Pushed off the wall and tore across the ground. He felt his feet strike the ground so hard it hurt, one step after another beating the dirt beneath his boots as hard as he could. His arms swung fast, so fast he could have hurt a man. His breath was deep, his body temperature was cold, he dared not look back at the shadow he saw.

He came to the door, a panic flew over him, it was if his whole body was drenched in water that ate a away at his skin, his hands fumbled, his heart raced he could feel the thing racing towards him at breakneck speed, he opened the door, and threw himself in side, slammed the door as hard as he could.

He ran to where Mello was, the kitchen, collapsed in a chair and let himself calm down. He glared out the door, he knew what was outside was still lurking in the dark, the thing hadn't moved. He snarled a bit, dug his hands into the table and sat still before moving a bit. Hw turned to Mello, who stood at the counter looking genuinely concerned for his lover. Matt smiled, just a bit "Mels… outside… it ain't right…" He muttered.

He was shaking, breathing hard, his body temperature was rising, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the effects of his running were kicking in. Mello stared at him, not the first case of running from shadows in the night, a common occurrence at Wammys. He knew damn well not to approach someone in that state. It was a state of violence, pure adrenaline driven instinct. Doing so much as touching Matt might result in losing a finger or two, he'd seen it happen. A kid come running from the library and into the playroom, collapse on the ground shaking and growing, clutching the ground like a rabid animal, only for some stupid idiot to try and comfort them. The shock resulted in anything from a few swipes in the air and growling to losing fingers and full on fights. One time a kid was apparently shocked into that state and killed another student by tearing their throat out with their teeth before ripping out their own. But that was just a rumor…

Matt calmed down after a bit. Reduced to tapping his finger on the table and pressing random buttons on his phone. Mello sat down in front of him, not quite sure if it was safe to approach him. "Matt… do you need something…?"

"Water… please Mels…"

Mello got up and filled a glass before sliding it over to Matt. He drank the whole thing and slammed the cup down. "Thanks Mels… can you come here?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Mello said, walking over to Matt's side.

"Can you sit in my lap for a bit…?"

Mello smiled, "of course, Matty."

Mello sat in Matt's lap and he played with Mello's hair, after a while, Matt moved Mello off his lap. "I'm going to bed, you coming, Mihael?"

"I suppose so, Mail."

The two went to their room in the base and decided to take a shower before bed. Matt ended up laying on the bottom of the tub while Mello laid on his chest, just existing for a while. Neither of them said much, simply exchanged a few kisses and hugs. Once they were in bed, Mello laid his head on Matt's chest again, this time snuggling into him and running his hands through his hair. "Are you ok now, Mail?" He asked.

Matt shook his head, "Yeah, I'm ok now, I still sense it though…"

Mello gripped Matt tighter, "Yeah, I can feel it too. Hmm, don't worry though," Mello kissed Matt on the cheek, "I'll protect you." Mello smiled a mischievous little grin.

Matt rolled over, put his arms around Mello and placed his forehead against his. "I love you, Mihael."

Mello smiled, kissed Matt on his forehead, held him tighter and placed Matt's head against his chest, "I love you too, Mail."

The next morning, one of their guys was found mauled to death in the same spot Matt had been standing.