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Mello's POV

We arrived at the small but appealing café, parking in the shade so our vehicles wouldn't burn our asses when we left the café. I shut off my bike and hopped off, removing my helmet and tucking it under my arm as Matt pulled into the parking space next to me. I smiled as I watched him, but my smile disappeared as I saw a vehicle pulling into the parking space a few cars down.

It was that van. The one I remembered from all of my nightmares since I had been taken from my home. I went limp and my helmet fell to the ground, and I heard Matt say something. I couldn't hear him as the memory flashed into the front of my mind.

"No please! Leave me alone! Let go of me!" I screamed as I struggled, thrashing and fighting to get back out of the van. I kicked as hard as I could, and I felt my foot hit one of the men who had grabbed me.

"Shut up you brat! There's no use trying to escape!" the man I kicked growled, slapping me sharply.

"If you bruise him, the boss will be angry." Another man said in a warning tone.

"Well this little bastard's kicking hit me in the knife wound the boss gave me last time!" the first man hissed as he successfully pinned my legs down.

"He stabbed you because you beat the last kid we were supposed to put on the market until he died of blood loss." The second man said blankly.

"I know that!" the first man roared.

I cried as they argued back and forth. "Please just let me go! I don't want to die! God, please help me! Please, please help me, God!!!" I screamed, begging for God to save me from these two men. The first man laughed cruelly, smiling evilly at me as I screamed for help.

"God? You really think God is going to help you, Mihael? Would God have let us kidnap you from a Catholic school right when you were heading to Mass? Or even let us kidnap you at all? Think again, brainiac." The man said with a cold smirk. He reached forward and took my rosary from around my neck, swinging it up above my head, taunting me with it.

"Give that back!" I screamed, trying to snatch it back from him. Just as my fingers touched the cool metal of my cross, the second man put a cloth over my nose and mouth. I knew what he was trying to do and held my breath as long as I could before the chloroform caused me to lose consciousness…

"Mello!" Matt yelled, shaking me roughly. I blinked back into reality and saw a look that was a cross of panic and worry in Matt's eyes.

"What?" I asked blankly, shrugging his hands off of my shoulders. Luckily he removed them at my weak movement, but he was still giving me that worried look.

"You've been staring off into space, silently crying, and muttering under your breath for the past five minutes, and its making me really worried, Mells." He said. He grabbed my hand, pulling off my glove, and brought it to my face, and I felt my fingers come into contact with warm wet tears flowing freely down my cold face.

I blinked in shock and quickly wiped the tears away, humiliated that I was crying in front of Matt. "Sorry, that happens sometimes. It's nothing." I lied. I saw his mouth open to say something, but I cut him off. "Let's head inside. Its freezing out here." I muttered as I headed into the café, slipping my glove back on as I walked.

Matt's POV

I followed Mello to the café. It wasn't one of those huge and fancy ones owned by some huge corporation, or one of the tiny and dark ones you see in horror films. It was big enough to catch someone's attention if they were looking for somewhere to stop, but not so big you avoid it if you hate people. Mello pulled in first, hopping off of his bike agilely. I pulled into the spot next to him and shut off my car, rolling up my windows before hopping out.

I saw Mello smile at me before noticing something behind me. His eyes went wide and blank, and he dropped his helmet. I blinked in shock. "You okay, Mello?" I asked, watching him. He stayed silent and I wondered if maybe he was playing a prank on me.

Then I saw the tears. His wide eyes watered and shining tears streamed down his cheeks. His hands were shaking slightly and I couldn't understand what he was mumbling under his breath. I heard him begging someone to let him go, and something about him needing God to help him.

I quickly ran around my car and over to him. "Mello, snap out of it man!" I said loudly, snapping my fingers in front of his eyes. I got more and more worried as he just stood there like a statue. I grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking lightly at first and increasing the roughness of my shaking at the same rate my panic and worry were increasing. "Mello!" I yelled, relieved when he finally blinked in response.

"What?" he asked. His voice was emotionless and his face was blank. As he blinked he shrugged his shoulders, which meant I was supposed to remove my hands from him or he would remove them by force.

I frowned and watched him worriedly. "You've been staring off into space, silently crying, and muttering under your breath for the past five minutes, and it's making me really worried, Mells." I said honestly. I gently took his hand, pulling off the leather glove and put his fingers right on the path of tears on his face. He looked shocked when he realized he was crying, and he quickly wiped his eyes.

"Sorry, that happens sometimes. It's nothing." He said. I could tell he was lying. I opened my mouth to call him out on the lie, but he cut me off before I could speak. "Let's head inside. It's freezing out here." He muttered s he turned around. He slid his glove back on as he silently walked into the café. I watched him walk for a second, worry bubbling up in me, but sighed as I let it go. I knew Mello would tell me what had happened when he was ready to, and I wouldn't get anywhere if I held my breath until then. I sighed quietly to myself and followed Mello into the café.

Description
Mello's POV

We arrived at the small but appealing café, parking in the shade so our vehicles wouldn't burn our asses when we left the café. I shut off my bike and hopped off, removing my helmet and tucking it under my arm as Matt pulled into the parking space next to me. I smiled as I watched him, but my smile disappeared as I saw a vehicle pulling into the parking space a few cars down.

It was that van. The one I remembered from all of my nightmares since I had been taken from my home. I went limp and my helmet fell to the ground, and I heard Matt say something. I couldn't hear him as the memory flashed into the front of my mind.

"No please! Leave me alone! Let go of me!" I screamed as I struggled, thrashing and fighting to get back out of the van. I kicked as hard as I could, and I felt my foot hit one of the men who had grabbed me.

"Shut up you brat! There's no use trying to escape!" the man I kicked growled, slapping me sharply.

"If you bruise him, the boss will be angry." Another man said in a warning tone.

"Well this little bastard's kicking hit me in the knife wound the boss gave me last time!" the first man hissed as he successfully pinned my legs down.

"He stabbed you because you beat the last kid we were supposed to put on the market until he died of blood loss." The second man said blankly.

"I know that!" the first man roared.

I cried as they argued back and forth. "Please just let me go! I don't want to die! God, please help me! Please, please help me, God!!!" I screamed, begging for God to save me from these two men. The first man laughed cruelly, smiling evilly at me as I screamed for help.

"God? You really think God is going to help you, Mihael? Would God have let us kidnap you from a Catholic school right when you were heading to Mass? Or even let us kidnap you at all? Think again, brainiac." The man said with a cold smirk. He reached forward and took my rosary from around my neck, swinging it up above my head, taunting me with it.

"Give that back!" I screamed, trying to snatch it back from him. Just as my fingers touched the cool metal of my cross, the second man put a cloth over my nose and mouth. I knew what he was trying to do and held my breath as long as I could before the chloroform caused me to lose consciousness…

"Mello!" Matt yelled, shaking me roughly. I blinked back into reality and saw a look that was a cross of panic and worry in Matt's eyes.

"What?" I asked blankly, shrugging his hands off of my shoulders. Luckily he removed them at my weak movement, but he was still giving me that worried look.

"You've been staring off into space, silently crying, and muttering under your breath for the past five minutes, and its making me really worried, Mells." He said. He grabbed my hand, pulling off my glove, and brought it to my face, and I felt my fingers come into contact with warm wet tears flowing freely down my cold face.

I blinked in shock and quickly wiped the tears away, humiliated that I was crying in front of Matt. "Sorry, that happens sometimes. It's nothing." I lied. I saw his mouth open to say something, but I cut him off. "Let's head inside. Its freezing out here." I muttered as I headed into the café, slipping my glove back on as I walked.

Matt's POV

I followed Mello to the café. It wasn't one of those huge and fancy ones owned by some huge corporation, or one of the tiny and dark ones you see in horror films. It was big enough to catch someone's attention if they were looking for somewhere to stop, but not so big you avoid it if you hate people. Mello pulled in first, hopping off of his bike agilely. I pulled into the spot next to him and shut off my car, rolling up my windows before hopping out.

I saw Mello smile at me before noticing something behind me. His eyes went wide and blank, and he dropped his helmet. I blinked in shock. "You okay, Mello?" I asked, watching him. He stayed silent and I wondered if maybe he was playing a prank on me.

Then I saw the tears. His wide eyes watered and shining tears streamed down his cheeks. His hands were shaking slightly and I couldn't understand what he was mumbling under his breath. I heard him begging someone to let him go, and something about him needing God to help him.

I quickly ran around my car and over to him. "Mello, snap out of it man!" I said loudly, snapping my fingers in front of his eyes. I got more and more worried as he just stood there like a statue. I grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking lightly at first and increasing the roughness of my shaking at the same rate my panic and worry were increasing. "Mello!" I yelled, relieved when he finally blinked in response.

"What?" he asked. His voice was emotionless and his face was blank. As he blinked he shrugged his shoulders, which meant I was supposed to remove my hands from him or he would remove them by force.

I frowned and watched him worriedly. "You've been staring off into space, silently crying, and muttering under your breath for the past five minutes, and it's making me really worried, Mells." I said honestly. I gently took his hand, pulling off the leather glove and put his fingers right on the path of tears on his face. He looked shocked when he realized he was crying, and he quickly wiped his eyes.

"Sorry, that happens sometimes. It's nothing." He said. I could tell he was lying. I opened my mouth to call him out on the lie, but he cut me off before I could speak. "Let's head inside. It's freezing out here." He muttered s he turned around. He slid his glove back on as he silently walked into the café. I watched him walk for a second, worry bubbling up in me, but sighed as I let it go. I knew Mello would tell me what had happened when he was ready to, and I wouldn't get anywhere if I held my breath until then. I sighed quietly to myself and followed Mello into the café.