Title: Screamworks

Author: NeroAnne

Disclaimer: I don't own the following wrestlers. Do I wish? Oh yes. But do I own? Oh no. XD.

Summary: "Jeff could feel everything that was being done to him," Matt whispered, the feeling of Evan's fingers in his hair soothing him only a bit, "…but he just could not move." SLASH.

Note: Slight age differences. READ THE NOTE AT THE END. Enjoy.

{Screamworks}

-Perpetual Smiles Hospital; Ward 1, Non-Violent-

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

His pale, thin fingers gripped the neon green rubber band, pulling at it before releasing, not watching as it snapped back onto his wrist. He continued to do this, mouthing words to himself the entire time. He didn't seem to care that his little wrist was red in the area from the snapping of the band, didn't seem to feel the sting.

His plump mouth was parted slightly as he mouthed the same words over and over, emerald eyes staring at the white hospital wall. He continued snapping the rubber against his skin, unaware of the eyes watching him from the door.

"Why does he keep doing that?" Evan whispered, afraid to speak any louder. His brown eyes were soft as he watched the blonde, hands clasped tightly around the bicep of his fiancée.

He couldn't deny that he was a tad bit creeped out. Hospitals always bothered him…but this one…this one was different. This hospital was for people who were a bit different, who were mentally sick instead of physically sick.

People like his fiancée's baby brother…

He heard Matt let out a deep sigh and looked up. Matt's usually sparkling brown eyes were solemn, looking to the pale blonde sitting on the bed, snapping the rubber band against his wrist.

"It's…well," Matt swallowed, shoulders slumping, "Dr. Michael's calls it a form of punishment…" sighing sadly, he watched his brother closely, "Watch his mouth…do you see what he's mouthing?"

Evan looked back to the boy, narrowing his eyes slightly.

That plush mouth, a soft pink, was barely moving but it was clearly forming two words over and over. His lips would form a bit of an "o" at the middle of the second word. It took Evan only several moments to realize what the words were.

"He's saying bad boy over and over again," Evan murmured, frowning sadly.

"…Yeah." Matt stepped inside the room, making sure to walk in slowly.

Evan watched him from the doorway, watching Matt slowly sink into the chair next to the boy's bed. He blinked thoughtfully, watching Matt reach out to stop the abuse his younger brother was bringing upon himself.

"Why does he have a rubber band? I thought they took things that could hurt him away…"

Matt shrugged, "Jeff hides things…"

Matt always said that Jeff was three years younger…so that meant that Jeff was eighteen.

He really didn't look older than fifteen though. He was small…especially for his age. Matt said it was a side-effect of the medication given to him so long ago…

"Hey, Jeffro," Matt whispered, fingers sliding up to cup his brother's chin. He brought Jeff's face towards him and he pressed a soft kiss to the younger boy's mouth. "How are you doing?"

"I…I thought you said he didn't talk," Evan murmured. He flushed as Jeff turned to look at him, uncertainty shining in his pretty emerald eyes.

"Doesn't mean he can't hear," Matt chuckled. "Jeff…this is Evan. The one I told you about…my fiancée."

Jeff looked Evan over, making the other boy shudder. Eyes dimming, Jeff turned to Matt, offering him a small smile. He lifted his fingers, tracing Matt's mouth, before moving his thin fingers through the older man's neck-length curls.

"Letting it grow out," Matt said, smile on his lips, "Do you like it?"

Jeff nodded, fingers twirling around the dark locks. He sat back on his bed, picking at his bed-sheets.

"Are you sleeping well?" Matt asked, frowning when Jeff looked away from him, "There's nothing in the dark, Jeffro…you know that."

Evan scurried over to Matt, confused, "How do you know what he said? He didn't say anything…"

"I don't know, really," his fiancée shrugged. "Ever since it happened, I was able to understand him, kinda. His eyes...They're the most expressive feature on his face. Ask him a question, you'll see."

Evan hesitated, staring down at the older boy. It was a bit unnerving; Jeff being older than him but still so small, "Um…Hi, Jeff." Remembering the bag he'd brought with them, he held it up, "I brought you some candy. Matt told me you liked Skittles and stuff…I got you those and some chocolate bunnies. Would you like some now?"

Evan watched in amazement as Jeff's eyes lit up, smile just as bright. He didn't even say anything…didn't even nod. His eyes told it all…

"Okay," Evan reached inside the bag, pulling out a red baggie containing the rainbow candy, "Here you go," he handed it to Jeff, smiling as the smaller Hardy took it slowly. It was then that he noticed Jeff's nails were painted a dark purple and perfectly manicured.

He blinked at this, glancing at Matt.

Matt grinned at him and shrugged, "He likes colors."

They both turned to look back at Jeff, watching him wave the bag of skittles around before gently ripping it open. He took one in between his index and thumb and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

"So…why won't he talk?" Evan whispered, sliding up behind Matt, wrapping his arms around the older man's shoulders.

"You remember when I told you about what happened to him, right?" Matt murmured quietly, watching Jeff carefully. "He's mute…due to trauma."

-Perpetual Smiles Hospital; Violent Ward-

"He's uh…he's beating the hell out of his roommate."

His eyes softened, staring at the monitor. His brown orbs traced over the form of the young man, heart breaking bit by bit. "…How many?"

The man in the white coat gave a heavy, weary sigh. "This is the eighth roommate in fourth months. We thought that this patient would be able to hold him off. As you can clearly see…"

He winced as his surrogate son's foot connected with the other patient's head before medical staff and personnel came rushing in, four of them pinning him to the wall while another two members brought in a stretcher.

"…He was not able to at all."

"Damn it all," Hunter cursed, raking his hand through his silky hair. "There has to be someone he's able to get along with…"

The doctor shrugged, crossing off the injured patients name on his list. "Well…we could try someone smaller…someone who wouldn't be a threat to him."

Hunter turned to him, eyebrow raised.

"We could try the non-violent ward," the doctor picked up a clipboard, eyes scrolling through names.

"You don't think Randy would completely kill the person?" Hunter asked, intrigued.

"Well, we had an instance like this a couple of years ago. Big guy, really unstable, would pretty much bite the hand off of anyone who fed him."

"Sounds like my kid," Hunter murmured.

"So we placed him in a room with a little patient. It triggered something in the big guy; made him want to protect the little one by any means. He was easier to deal with afterwards. Wasn't as violent," the doctor smiled patiently up at Hunter. "Are you willing to try?"

"I suppose," Hunter mumbled, "the kid won't be hurt, right?"

"Only time will tell, Hunter." The doctor stopped at a name, smiling a bit.

Hunter sighed, turning his back on the doctor, "I'm going to go have a quick chat with him. Let him know what's going to happen."

"Be cautious," the doctor advised, "When he's at this state, he forgets who he is."

Hunter chuckled, "You're talking to the man who raised him, and I can handle his abuse." With that, the man who resembled Thor left the doctor to look over the names of other patients.

Walking down the halls, Hunter didn't let his eyes stray over to the small windows on the white painted doors. He could feel the violent patients watching him walk by, but he was not intimidated.

He'd spent eleven years with his surrogate son.

After spending that much time with Randy, nothing really scared him.

He stopped at the young man's door, lifting a brow when he noticed the small speckles of blood coating the window. Shrugging, he let himself into the room using his personal key. He walked in casually, ignoring the low growl coming from the patient pressed against the white wall.

"Are you ever going to learn to play nice?" Hunter drawled, shutting the door behind him. His brown eyes watched the way Randy began to pace around, shoulders and neck shuddering and moving in quick rhythm.

Rolling his eyes, he moved to the younger man, grabbing his neck and tugging him so that he would sit on the bed. The blue-eyed man snarled but didn't do anything else. He sat, glaring coldly up at Hunter.

Hunter merely narrowed his eyes.

After several minutes, the midnight in Randy's eyes returned to cobalt, looking slightly confused but not completely flabbergasted. His head turned, looking towards the other bed. Seeing it empty, he reached up with the fingers of his left hand, rubbing his eyes.

"Did you purge your medication?" Hunter asked calmly, his hand coming out to rest on Randy's head. He sighed when Randy didn't reply. "Kid, you need that medication. How are you supposed to keep your IED in check if you don't try?"

"What makes you think I want to keep it in check?" Randy's voice was cold. Monotonous.

"You can't fool me, kid. I've been in your life since you were nine. I know you're not as cold-hearted as you act. I know you want help."

"No you don't," Randy gritted out, "You're the fucker who put me in this hell-hole. You've got no fucking idea what goes on in my head now. I'm not the same little kid as I was eleven years ago. I don't get scared anymore. I have no reason to be scared. I've got people helping me. I no longer need you."

People.

The voices in Randy's head.

He referred to them as, "people."

Though he knew that Randy was only speaking out of anger, Hunter couldn't help but frown sadly at the younger man's words. They stung so bad…

Randy had been his responsibility since he turned nine. That's when the signs of something being wrong began…and his family was too powerless to stop it. His biological father had suffered a concussion at the hands of his eldest son. His younger brother, Nathan, had almost been shoved down the stairs and when Randy stuck his younger sister, Becky, the family had come to their wits end.

Randy hadn't been violent before then…but ever since he hit age nine, things just changed. He began to move and speak differently. His eyes would darken to a midnight blue. He would suffer from random spasms and he would lose control.

It didn't take long for Hunter to find out what was wrong with his surrogate son.

His close friend was a psychiatrist, and had explained to him in detail what was wrong with the young boy.

Randy was suffering from IED. Intermittent Explosive Disorder; random bursts of uncontrollable rage only sated once he'd made someone either bleed or give into unconsciousness.

It wasn't until he was admitted into the hospital that he began to hear voices though. It had only been happening for a year, but it was definitely becoming difficult to bear. Randy was actually listening to these voices, pretty much doing everything they told him to do.

This was why he was becoming much more dangerous. Sooner or later, the hospital was going to suggest putting Randy up in an asylum.

The thought broke Hunter's heart.

Sighing, Hunter kneeled, staring into cobalt eyes. "You're getting another room-mate. Smaller. Younger. Probably a kid. You're not to hurt him."

A small quirk of Randy's lips was the only answer he received.

Standing, Hunter made his way to the door. "And by the way, Batista is going to be giving you your medicine from now on, and you know better than to try and dodge him."

Hunter left the room, smirking as Randy's growls followed behind him.

{Screamworks}

Jeff gripped the edge of his bed, shaking as Matt stood next to the light switch. He begged his older brother with his eyes, soft sounds of fear leaving his mouth.

Matt could feel his heart breaking, but he really needed Jeff to sleep. "I'll be on the bed with you as soon as I turn the light off," he promised. Slowly, his fingers crawled closer to the switch.

Jeff's breath hitched, eyes zeroing in on his brother's slowly moving fingers.

Matt's long fingers gripped the switch…and quickly flipped it down-wards.

Jeff's eyes closed tightly.

"It's alright, little one…"

Jeff's eyes snapped opened. His mouth dropped open in horror, staring up at the fluorescent lights above him. He tried to move, but his limbs were tied down, shackled to the cold surface.

He shook his head, trying to tear his wrists out of the tight bonding straps. He began to sob dryly when he realized he couldn't do anything to help himself. His head snapped to the left when he heard the cart being rolled up besides him. He began his struggles again when he noticed the items resting atop the silver tray.

"Come on, kitten. It's nothing you haven't felt before." The doctor lifted the first item from the tray, examining it before letting out a small murmur. The mask covering his mouth and nose made it impossible for Jeff to hear what he had said.

"Dr. Steel, please prepare our little patient." The head doctor said, cold eyes looking towards his right.

The largest of the three doctors nodded his head, approaching Jeff. His eyes were cold, stoic. A small smile began to tug at his lips, his hand raising, brandishing a pair of sharp scissors.

Emerald eyes watered, head shaking quickly. He arched away from the large hand, whining low under his breath. Tears began to slide down his face as his hospital gown was cut off, the cold steel scissors grazing his skin. The tattered remains were pulled away from his body, leaving him naked.

"Thank you, Dr. Steel," turning, the doctor held his hand out, "Sanitizer please, Dr. Doomsday."

"Yes, Dr. Pain," the scariest looking of the doctors held up a bottle of hand sanitizer, squirting a nice amount onto Dr. Pain's hand. He set the bottle down, and rolled up the sleeves of his blood-splattered coat, moving close to Jeff.

Dr. Pain rubbed the sanitizer into his palms before grabbing the item again. "Spread him apart, gentlemen. Don't let him move."

Dr. Doomsday and Dr. Steel grabbed onto his thighs, prying them open. Their cold, calloused hands squeezed his thighs, nails sinking into his pale skin. Red markings appeared…staining his body.

Dr. Pain pulled the bowl of liquid close to him.

Jeff knew what it was.

He didn't want it.

Dipping the clyster syringe into the bowl, Dr. Pain pulled up the lever, sucking the drug into the syringe. The large nozzle oozed thick medicine, some of it sliding down the thin top.

Nails scraping against the cold surface, Jeff tried closing his legs. It didn't work.

Dr. Pain moved closer, and without so much as a care, shoved the nozzle deep into Jeff's anus.

The bloodcurdling scream rang throughout the room, causing the three doctors to smirk in unison.

Pushing the drug deep into the boy's body, Dr. Pain, waited until he was sure the entire drug was deep inside Jeff's system. "If any bit of that spills out…you know what'll happen to you."

Loud sobs tearing their way from his throat, Jeff waited, thighs still quivering.

It didn't take long.

Twenty-five minutes after the drug had entered his body, he couldn't move.

Not an inch.

He couldn't move his fingers. His couldn't move his lips. He couldn't move his lashes. But he could hear them. He could hear the doctors removing their own clothing. He could feel them touching his skin, pinching it, pulling it, scratching it, cutting it.

He could feel the large cock's tearing down his throat. Tearing into his ass…

Tearing him away…

He couldn't move anything…and that's the way the three doctors wanted it.

{Screamworks}

Jeff convulsed, eyes wide, focused on the ceiling lights, which had been turned back on. His body shook hard, mouth opened, but unable to breathe in any oxygen. His legs thumbed up and down on the bed, sheets flying all over him.

He could feel the hands on him, trying to hold him down. He trashed harder, trying to escape. He felt a mouth press against his own, trying to fill his aching lungs with oxygen. He clawed at the person, fear taking over.

He could feel bits of skin under his nails, a thin coating of blood covering the pretty polish. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, choked sounds leaving his throat as his body turned and twisted.

Pressed against the door, Evan had a hand to his mouth, tears swimming in his vision. His heart was beating rapidly, watching Matt try to handle his brother. Even though the older Hardy had four scratch marks running down his cheeks, bleeding, he still tried to hold onto Jeff.

"Get a doctor!" Matt screamed over at him.

Evan hesitated for only a second, before shoving his way out of the room, almost falling over himself. He could hear Matt screaming back in the room, and his heart almost froze.

"DOCTOR!" he screamed, running into the arms of a large, blonde man. He was about to demand to be let go, when he noticed the white coat fly past him. He followed quickly, his eyes trained on the doctor's pony-tail.

He grabbed onto the side of the door, sliding in.

Evan stopped, his hand clenching his heart as he took in the scene.

Doctor Michaels and Matt were both trying to restrain Jeff, who was now shaking so bad it looked as if he were being possessed…

Evan was shoved over and more doctors came in, each other doing their best to hold down the smaller man.

How could it take so many grown men to stop one little boy?

Evan felt his tears drip off his face as another doctor pulled out a needle, injecting the thing into Jeff's arm. He pressed own, the medication entering Jeff's body.

Jeff stopped moving.

His body sagged, eyes going dull. He fell back into Matt's arms, mouth parting to let out a breathy whimper.

"It's alright, it's alright," Matt rocked Jeff slowly. He petted the blonde locks of hair, pressing his mouth to the teen's temple. "Shh…you're fine. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you…" his eyes slowly lifting to look to Evan, "…"

Evan bit his bottom lip, shaking his head at his fiancée. He wrapped his arms around himself, eyes closing.

"Matthew," Dr. Michaels began, eyes gentle, "We need you to wait outside…"

Nodding slowly, Matt gently set Jeff down on the bed. He stared down at his brother's empty eyes and slowly backed away, watching the doctor's huddle over his brother. He stepped back, inhaling sharply as Evan's arms wrapped around him.

Together, they slowly walked backwards, leaving the room.

A pair of brown eyes blinked.

Hunter glanced into the room, seeing his friend hunched over the blonde patient. His mouth formed a frown. 'Poor boy…'

He glanced a look up at Shawn. He was a bit surprised to see the passion burning in those blue depths…

'…Is this him?' Hunter thought, 'is this the patient you told me so much about…?'

Taking one final look, Hunter moved away, making a mental note to talk to Shawn later that day.

{Screamworks}

-Several hours later-

Jeff whimpered, tracing the markings on Matt's face. He shook his head, tiny sobs leaving his lips as he inspected his older brother's face. He sniffed, bringing his hand to his mouth. He bit onto his wrist hard, trying to draw blood.

"No, Jeff," Matt gently stopped his younger brother. "I'm alright. It doesn't hurt." He sighed, kissing Jeff's knuckles, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry for turning off the lights…I won't do it again. I promise."

Jeff lowered his head, hair sliding into his eyes.

Matt watched him, brown eyes soft. "…I think its best I went home, darling."

Jeff nodded slowly, fingers curling into his sheets.

"I'll be back in two days, Jeff. I'll bring our stupid Canadians over. Would you like that?" Matt grinned as Jeff looked up, eyes bright. "Good. They've wanted to see you."

Jeff smiled slightly, arms wrapping around Matt's neck. He pecked him gently on the lips before hugging him tight.

Matt stood, looking to his fiancée, "Ready to go, Evan?"

Evan nodded, staring sadly down at Jeff. "…It was nice meeting you, Jeff." He looked to Matt, "Can I hug him…or something?"

"I guess we won't know till you try…" Matt gently urged Evan closer.

Evan swallowed nervously, reaching out to touch Jeff's cheek. Slowly, trying not to alarm Jeff, whose eyes had begun to narrow, he reached to pull him into a hug. His arms wrapped around Jeff's middle, making sure the embrace wouldn't be too tight.

He was surprised when he felt Jeff's hands slide up his back, hugging him in return, though it was very light. Evan smiled none-the-less, pulling away so that he could look into Jeff's eyes.

"Goodbye, honey," he whispered.

Jeff's lips quirked.

{Screamworks}

Alright.

So, a little peek at the hell Jeff's been through. What his flashback revealed was that he was tortured by three doctors. Dr. Pain= the head doctor, who Jeff is most afraid of. Dr. Steel= the largest of the doctors, and Dr. Doomsday= the most frightening looking doctor.

In that flashback, Dr. Pain was forcing an enema on Jeff, using not water, but the drug that I have imagined up. The drug is used so that the patient could feel EVERYTHING being done but cannot move any part of their body.

It is illegal, and more will come to light in future chapters.

And yes, they ARE wrestlers. In fact…whoever thinks they KNOW who these three are; send me a PM and if you're right, I'll dedicate this fic to you. Try and be quick. I'll only dedicate it to the first person who guessed ALL THREE OF THEM right.

Also, a lot more of Randy's past is going to come up also.

So for now, Love on.