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  Luke sat in the room alone, back to his normal self again. He stared at the shackle on his wrist and sighed as G walked into the room.

"I brought you something, bitch," he said, dropping the ring in the boy's lap. The same ring he had given Calum on his 19th Birthday, promising that they'd be married one day. There was dried blood on it...

"W-where did you get this?" He asked breathlessly.

"I took it from your little boyfriend," he replied, setting up a new IV. "Right after he died." Luke started crying.

"W-why?"

"I don't like people getting in my way," he whispered.

"H-how was he getting in the way? He wouldn't have found us. You didn't have to kill him," Luke sobbed.

"That wasn't our problem. He was a distraction. As long as he was alive, Michael wouldn't have been able to focus." G grabbed the boy by the arm and unlocked the shackle on his wrist before pulling him up and pinning him against the table, binding him and raising him up. He pulled the ring out of his hand and smirked. "I figured you'd want a little keepsake," he said, slipping it on the boy's finger. "Now he'll always be with you. And you'll always know it was your fault that he died..." he stuck the needle in Luke's arm and flipped it on, walking away as the drug did it's job.

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He sat alone in the hospital waiting room, tapping his foot anxiously. The doctors were in checking on Calum and Mali was picking her parents up from the airport. So many thoughts ran through Ashton's mind as he sat silently. First Luke, now Calum? Calum had always been his best friend, even before he started dating Luke. He was the boy Ashton fell in love with... he felt terrible, he felt like his feelings betrayed his brother, especially after he was kidnapped. He couldn't help it though. Love just kind of happens, you can't help it. Ashton knew that he couldn't lose Calum. It was almost like losing Calum would make him lose hope of ever finding his little brother...

Suddenly, someone plopped down in the seat next to him. He looked over and saw his baby brother, Harry, staring at his feet as he kicked them.

"Har, what are you doing here?" He asked, wiping a tear away from his own cheek.

"I got worried," he whispered. "Mum said you came here but I didn't know for sure. I started thinking you were taken too. I couldn't lose Luke, Calum, and you..." Ashton sighed and looked at the ground before hearing the boy stifle a sob. "Luke's dead, isn't he?" He asked, hiding his face as he cried.

"What? No. No of course he isn't," Ashton said, pulling the young boy into a hug. "Of course he isn't." But he wasn't even sure himself anymore.

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Michael walked into Luke's room and saw the young boy passed out on the table, breathing so soft he could almost be dead. He sighed softly and walked over to his pet, brushing a strand of hair from his face and tracing his finger down his bare, skinny torso. Luke's eye's fluttered open and he stared back at his captor through the haze of the drug. After a dosage, he loved seeing Michael. He looked angelic.

"Good morning, baby boy," Michael hummed softly, examining his tools as Luke moved to get comfortable. Michael picked up a large scaple and smiled softly, glancing over at his obsession. "You're smiling," he said. "I love it." Luke didn't even notice the smile on his face. He just continued staring at Michael. The boy flipped the blade with his fingers and gently traced the back along Luke's pale and scarred skin. Luke felt himself leaning towards the blade, wanting to feel Michael's not so gentle touch. "Eager, are we?" Michael teased, kissing the boy's neck softly. Luke was too high to stop himself from resisting. He actually loved the feeling. "Shit you're beautiful," Michael whispered.

"Do it. Please," Luke begged quietly.

"Do what? Say it." They met eyes and Michael smirked wildly.

"Hurt me. Please," he begged, leaning forward as much as he could, getting close to Michael's face.

"That's all you had to do," he whispered, placing his lips on Luke's roughly as he leaned back against the metal slab. As he continued kissing the young boy, he dragged the blade across his chest, just enough to draw blood. Luke moaned softly into the kiss. Michael smiled and pulled away, looking at the long streak of blood. He smirked and placed it back against his skin, engraving something into his skin under the dragon scar. Luke bit his lip tightly, drawing blood as he held back the moans that threatened to escape his lips. This drug turned pain into the most amazing feeling in the world. It drove Michael crazy. He smiled and placed the bloodied blade on the metal tray, placing a white cloth over the word cut into the boy's pale skin.

"That's what I leave you with," he whispered, kissing Luke's jaw before walking out of the room without another word.