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((I wrote this while listening to The Horror of Our Love by Ludo. Um, if you haven't heard it, you should, it's fitting. Um...you shouldn't read this if you don't wanna be disturbed. Haha. I blame Angel, her talking about fanfiction...))

It was always this room. Always. Avarice's laboratory was something of Bones' nightmares. Tonight, this particular nightmare was different. Instead of the twisted visage of Dr. Avarice, it was, to the sheer horror of Bones, Netvor. Apparently he hadn't eaten since they'd last met. His eyes were still the familiar mismatched green and blue of his own. Bones could still feel the familiar phantom sensations of Netvor's silver teeth sinking into his face and plucking free his eyes. Yeah, he'd been healed by Reks, but it didn't make the trauma any less real.

"The seven deadly sins," Netvor cooed. "Are you familiar with them?" His black lips curled, exposing those terrible teeth. In the blink of an eye, Netvor was at Bones' side, his black nails tracing the curve of his jaw. Goosebumps broke out along Bones skin. It was just like before, in that room, Bones bound and naked from the waist up. His scars bared to the world.

"Pride, envy, sloth, gluttony," Netvor's tongue slithered from between black lips, licking them in anticipation. The funeral perfume of Netvor's breath made Bones crinkle his nose in disgust. However, Netvor continued on...

"Lust," he purred, circling Bones. His claws traced along his collarbone, his shoulders, his back, leaving thin red lines in their wake. "Wrath." Those grotesque phalanges cupped Bones chin and those black lips leaned forward to capture his own. Shocked, Bones jerked away and Netvor chortled in satisfaction.

Those claws dipped lower, tracing the 'A' Avarice had carved into his chest long ago. They extended, piercing his skin and Netvor began re-tracing the old scar, illiciting a sharp intake of Bones breath. "And Avarice."

"Have you read The Scarlet Letter?" he asked. Bones remained silent. "Mary Hester committed adultery and was forced to wear a scarlet A upon her breast." The claw bit deeper into his skin and he shuddered. After years of being tortured, it wasn't a surprise that Bones had masochistic tendencies. A part of him enjoyed having pain inflicted upon him. With a knowing smile, Netvor continued. "Her guilt-ridden lover, Arthur Dimmsdale carved an A into his chest as well, just above his heart."

"Your point?" Bones hissed, tugging against his bonds. The silver shackles just scorched his wrist further. "My point, dear Bones, is that our good doctor has quite the sense of humor, doesn't he?"

"You could say that..." Bones replied. Netvor's twist grin widened and he pressed his body against his own. He felt cold, like death personified. It was frightening and yet...appealing.

"You like it, don't you Bones? The pain." In response, Bones used his abilities to fillet the b*****d. His bones pierced through Netvor's abdomen in several spots, the white points protruding from his back. "You do too, it appears." Netvor sighed, the black blood pouring freely, splattering against the floor and mingling with the red of Bones' blood.

This time, when Netvor kissed Bones, it was reciprocated quite fiercely. Their lips were torn by their sharp teeth, cut to ribbons. More of the red and black blood was drawn. "I'm going to eat your heart, Bones," he cooed, taking a fistful of Bones sandy-blonde hair, "you'll be apart of me forever."

Those black claws penetrated his chest, ripping his heart free. He watched in shock as the heart still beat and throbbed in his hand. Bones went limp, his vision beginning to fade. The last thing he'd ever see was of that macabre Netvor, black and red and the white of his make-up smeared across his face. It was beautiful.

Bones awoke with a start, his heart beating in his chest rapidly. His sheets and skin were drenched in sweat. He sighed, absentmindedly tracing the 'A' upon his chest. "Damn him..."

ROFLMAO! It was on my mind and I was bored, what can I say?

.... ninja .....

-sneaks away to printer, makes a copy of the story to carry around everywhere with me, sneaks away-