One shots!

Noochzahhutt

3rd person POV

A small room. A small amount of light given from the stars in the moonless sky. A light breeze flowed through the open window moving the thing curtains. The windows wide open as if it were going to scream, but then realized it wasn't alive thus it couldn't. In the midst of the think silence the small room was filled with coughing. A teenage boy sprung awake coughing up blood all over his blue sheets. He struggled to breath, gasping for air in between each cough making the thirty seconds feel like an hour.

By the time the raven haired boy had finished his coughing fit the room became dead silent, but only for a moment. The sound of foot steps could be heard on the carpet, faint but at the same time deafening as for it was the only noise. The breeze had stopped moving through the open window. Wait, hadn't he closed it before he went to bed?

The sick child sat up in his bad and looked around. He had to had imagined the foot steps. Maybe it was the headache? After all he had been sick for a few months and he'd been hearing voices. "Why hello there Mathew." A voice growled, a hand clamped around the ravenette's mouth preventing him from screaming, not like he would anyway. His throat was raw from all the coughing he'd been doing lately.

"if you cooperate I'll make this quick." A husk voice said from behind him. There was a jolt and nothingness.

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Mat woke in a open room with nothing but a bed with crimson sheets and a cherry wood nightstand which matched the beed sheets. The floor boards appeared to be made of some sort of red stained wood. It was a strange room indeed as for Mat could sense the place had walls somewhere but a scarlet fog made it impossible to see them so he felt as if he were exposed and suffocating at the same time.

"Morning Mathew." A voice whispered in the black haired boy's hair.

Mat whipped around looking for his captor. He was brought face to face with a brown haired devil. "Its Brandon. The question got annoying after the 20th victim." The man growled. He seemed to be about 21 years old, Mat only being 18.

"T-twenty..ith?" Mat said in shock.

Brandon laughed. "More than 20. Way more." The brunet smirked.

Mat swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"Creep." Mat spat.

Brandon laughed once again. "Welcome to my special hell."

He disappeared into the thick scarlet cloud of fog. Chains locked their ways onto Mat's wrists and ankles. He could sit and stand and that was about it.

"Oh. I almost forgot this." Brandon's smirk could be heard through his words.

A gag was placed into Mat's mouth rendering the teen unable to speak.

"I won't stop until I get what I want from you." Brandon screamed at nothing in particular. His voice bouncing off the out of sight walls.

Brandon looked down at Mat being much taller. "It's a shame. You have such beautiful features." The brunet paused. "It's too bad that you're time has come much sooner than anyone originally anticipated."

Crack

A searing pain was sent through Mat's back as tears sprung to his eyes.

Crack snap

Two more. If Mat could he would have screamed but instead silent tears rolled down his face. Brandon hesitated before bringing the whip down onto Mat's face. "I hate to damage a face so perfect, but if he loses one if his better looking soldiers he's bound to start thinking about giving me what I want." Brandon mutters under his breath.

"Since when were angels hard to resist. Preston must be hard at work to make sure he gains a lot of followers or something." Brandon growled.

He the took the gag out of Mat's mouth.

"Wh-why are you d-doing this?" Mat whimpered.

"Thats a reason you don't need to know." Brandon kicked the ravenette's stomach.

Mat gritted his teeth. Another kick was sent flying into his stomach. Mat cough for a moment before he was kicked again. Small droplets of blood sprayed onto the floor.

Mat was released from the chains as they disappeared through the ground. Brandon dragged the raven haired teen over to the bed that looks like it had its period. Mat didn't struggle as for he knew that he wouldn't be able to escape this predicament anyway.

A/N: I was a frickin sadist man. Poor Mat. I promise I will publish a finished piece one day.