Fog. Darkness. So much darkness.
When Matt had been blindfolded, all he'd seen was darkness. When the blindfold had been taken off, he'd seen the same thing, just with the addition of fog. Mare had turned the lights off.
It's not his fault. He can't help it. It's not him.
No matter how much Matt told himself things like that, he couldn't help but hate Nate. He hated Nate, he hated Natemare, he hated everyone who hadn't come to rescue him yet.
Dreams.
More dreams like the last one haunted Matt, amusing Natemare.
Anger. Sadness. Fear.
Matt was angry that he was still here.
Matt was sad that he was still here.
Matt was afraid of what was to become of him.
Revenge.
Matt twitched violently as he thought about Nate. He no longer cried. He knew he wouldn't die. Because he would kill Nate first, make him feel the pain he'd felt. He would win this fight. He couldn't wait to hear Nate's screams of pain. That beautiful singing voice cracking as it cried out in agony. It would be music to Matt's ears. And the blood. Oh, the blood. The crimson stains on everything. Matt's clothes, hair, hands, face. Everything. He'd especially enjoy watching the life leave Nate's eyes.
Matthew Patrick's sanity had snapped.
A/N: I regret nothing! Nyeh heh heh!
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