30 May 2014 @ 11:22 pm
Upside Down [10a/?]  
Title: Upside Down
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kaossbells & [livejournal.com profile] mcsparklez
Beta: the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] gypsyjaeger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Based on the mkmeme prompt: A rich music collector has almost everything he ever craved for, almost. One special object is still missing in his collection: Matthew Bellamy!
Warnings: language, violence
Feedback: Is like Matt Bellamy bathing in red glitter; fabulous.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and has never happened. We do not own any of the people mentioned and do not mean to offend.


[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3a] [Chapter 3b] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5a] [Chapter 5b] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7a] [Chapter 7b] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]



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Time was stretching like a rubber band and Matt could never be sure if it were seconds, hours or days passing by. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn’t bother to pay attention to anything as trivial as time anymore. What did it matter? As long as he was in here, there was nothing he could do anyway. The singer had finally come to the devastating conclusion that there was in fact no way out. Suzanne was always there, somehow knowing his every move.

So… what did anything matter anymore? He would eventually rot away and no one would ever know the whole scale of his predicament. Maybe they’d find him some day in the future when Suzanne was already long gone and the only thing that remained of him would be a worm-riddled corpse. No breathing, no pulse, no thoughts, no life. Nothing.

With a deep sigh he rolled off the bed and padded over to the tiny bathroom connected to his cell. Yes, he’d probably die in here, but that didn’t mean he’d piss himself just because he had no hope left. No hope did not mean no dignity, after all. And it was the trivial things that kept him sane in a way. Sleeping, eating, pissing, taking a shower. Thinking wasn’t one of them but the temporary shut-down of his brain after he had witnessed Jon’s shooting was over now. His thoughts did not go riot like they used to, though, it was more like they were muffled echoes of his once so vivid mind.

Yes, that seemed about right. He felt numb and couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. But it didn’t bother him. Maybe he had finally resigned himself to the fact that he would never see his friends again. Or daylight for that matter. He wanted to see the sun so badly but there was no use in clinging to that idea. Hope only intensified the unavoidable pain of disappointment and so he tried not to think of anything outside his prison anymore.

After he had relieved himself and washed his hands while pointedly avoiding to look into the mirror, Matt went back into the larger room. What had he been about to do? Ah yes, lie down again. Right now the lights were on and the whole room looked cold and too bright. He had no idea since when it wasn’t dark anymore, but as there was no apparent schedule to it, Matt had stopped counting the seconds.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of wrongness overcame him and he felt his body succumbing to its pressure. He sank down to his knees in front of his bed, closed his eyes and leant his forehead against the metal bedframe. This wasn’t new to him, no, far from it. Every once in a while the numbness would fade and make way for floods of emotions and thoughts he had no control over. And just like all the times before, he tried to endure it and let it pass until numbness took reign again. It was hard, so very, very hard because there were still sparks of hope woven into the despair he had to resist. Because he was sure that if he let himself hope again, he would eventually be suffocated by the mental rope he had tied himself.

Matt was rocking back and forth on his knees, trying to shake the images of his friends and of what used to be his life. He cradled his face in his hands and worked hard on getting his breathing back under control. His eyes were stinging already but he didn’t shed a single tear, which wasn’t a sign of self-restraint but of his body’s inability to react appropriately to the storm in his head.

“Matthew?”

He had not heard Suzanne enter the room but he didn’t care much about the woman who was now standing behind him.

“Matthew, you have to calm down again,” she said soothingly. At that his head snapped around and he eyed her furiously.

“Shut up,” he whispered shakily.

“Nah, nah, it’s okay. Here, I made you your favourite,” she continued in her calm voice and held out her hand in which she was holding a mug. “We need to start working again and if you’re all shaken up, you’re practically useless. Come on, take it.”

Matt fixed his eyes on the steaming, dark-brown liquid. It was topped with cream and he was immediately creeped out. The mug bore the logo of Smith’s Café, the place Suzanne worked at, and also their favourite place to go to when they needed a bit of privacy. It was so weird to see this tiny piece of normality, this reminder of what his life used to be, that he couldn’t quite grasp it.

“Come on now. You need to get off the floor.” By that point she started to sound a bit more impatient, but Matt couldn’t stop staring at the mug. It was amazing, even to himself, how such a small object could trigger so many memories and emotions. And how it could, at the same time, represent Suzanne’s betrayal of their trust so vividly.

Suzanne sighed and rolled her eyes at the unmoving singer before she went over to the piano, put the mug on its lid, and then walked back over to Matt. Without hesitation, she grabbed him by his arms and pulled him into a more upright position.

“Pull yourself together, Matthew,” she said sternly. “I thought you were a professional. We have got a video to record.”

For a second Matt let himself be handled by Suzanne. She was a lot stronger than her fragile looks let on and he felt paralysed anyway. Then he snapped out of it, though, and slapped her hands away, straightening himself up on his own. He kept all his “you’re so sick” and “I hope your death will be painful” thoughts to himself and instead got back to his feet. The feeling of being stared down upon by a psychopath made his skin crawl.

“What video?” he asked defensively and crossed his arms over his chest.

“A video to show people your true musical self,” she replied. The ‘duh’ was implied.

“My musical self? It’s dead,” he muttered under his breath and let his eyes wander to the piano he dreaded so much.

“Stop being complicated about this. Don’t you want people to know that you are still there?” she asked and mirrored his position. If this wasn’t the most fucked up situation he could possibly imagine, he would have laughed right then. But it was and so he couldn’t.

With a deep sigh of resignation he nodded slightly, not exactly sure if it was in answer to her question or acknowledgement of her demand.

“Go on then,” she urged him and gestured over to the piano bench.

“What do you want me to play?” he asked, suddenly getting nervous at the mere thought of sitting down behind the keyboard.

“Whatever you like. I don’t want to impose any restrictions on your creativity,” she replied, her voice sickeningly sweet again.

He swallowed hard when he finally padded over to the instrument and caught sight of the still steaming hot chocolate on top of it. At that he struck upon an idea. What if…? Yes, what if he could…? But… maybe. Maybe it would work.

This time Matt wasn’t as resistant to the hope that was starting to bubble up inside his chest again. If there was one way left, then it had to be this. Quickly a plan formed in his head as he sat down on the bench. Meanwhile, Suzanne put up a video camera near the door, the same place she used to take the pictures from, her renewed smile firmly in place.

He moved his fingers over the keys, only a hair’s breadth away from actually touching them. He had to be subtle. Oh, fuck he had to be so subtle. And subtlety wasn’t really his strong suit, anyone who knew him would testify to that. But to hell with what people knew about him. He would not let that glimmer of hope go too easily. Not if Chris, Dom or any of the others out there might get to see the video Suzanne was about to record. Not if that could possibly mean his escape.

Suzanne had stressed more than one time how she always uploaded all of her latest conquests to this Guild’s website. Such a website had to have been found out about by now. There were actual people who had seen his pictures and he put all his hopes into the hands of those people now, relying on their humanity and hoping that at least one of them had already outed the illegal activities there. If that really was the case, the police - and by extension his friends - had to know. They had to have the means to see this video, too.

Subtlety, he thought to himself, drew in a quick breath, and looked up at Suzanne again.

“Okay, we are ready to go,” she smiled at him and that alone made him want to throw up instantly.

Calm. Calm, calm, calm. Calm, Bellamy! Again he nodded and let his eyes stray back to the mug that was now exactly at his eye level. Somehow it could become the key to end his misery. He needed this to work out so badly that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else for a second.

“Action,” Suzanne announced and fell silent after that.

Matt rubbed his face with one hand in order to collect himself before he raised his head again, took a deep breath and started playing. Starlight was his song of choice, not only because he knew every note by heart, but also because it was the same for Dom. If Dom saw this, he’d know. He needed him to know and it was that fact that kept him going in that moment.

His best friend’s necklace was dangling a little loosely from his wrist, he had made sure of that before Suzanne had even put the camera on. It needed to be visible because he wanted Dom to know that it was with him. That he had a part of him that reminded him of their relationship that went so much deeper than just friendship. He willed Dom to know all of that. And just maybe Dom would also know that Suzanne had stolen the necklace. While Matt had no idea about the circumstances of the theft, it might have been possible for Dom to have realised it by now. And even if he wouldn’t make the connection to Suzanne, at least he’d know where to look first.

Suzanne was standing behind the camera, her eyes fixed on the little screen and her smile growing by the minute. It wasn’t actually that hard to make her happy, if you only played by the rules. The problem, though, was that those rules sucked big time. But now, for the sake of everything Matt was attached to (i.e. his friends and in a way also his life), he subdued himself to them. With one little exception. He used her own weapon against her. At least he hoped that he did.

When the melody changed a bit, Matt raised one hand from the keys to take the mug from the lid, the other still busy with hitting the right notes. He made a little show of how he played with one hand and took a sip from the hot chocolate with the other. Then he fingered the handle some more, just for good measure, and eventually put the mug back onto the piano. When he engaged his free hand in the song again, he hit a few stray notes, making the refrain sound slightly off. Nothing too bad, though, Suzanne didn’t even notice, Matt realised with relief. But Dom would notice. He was sure Dom would because he was perceptive like that. Especially when it came to changes in the singer.

Matt could practically feel the eyes of his drummer on his hands when he hit yet another wrong note and made another grab for the mug, taking special care when he let his index finger slide over the café’s logo before wrapping his hand around it to take another quick sip. He knew that the necklace as well as the logo had to be visible in the video. But Suzanne didn’t show any concerns, she was too occupied with swaying along to the song.

It worked. Just maybe it actually worked. If Dom or Chris got to see this video, they’d pay attention to every little detail, he was sure of that. And then they’d hopefully get the hint. It was a small chance, but at least it was a chance.

Then, all too soon, the song was over already. Matt really wanted to repeat his actions a few more times, maybe give some more hints, be a bit more obvious, just to make sure, but the problem was that Suzanne knew the song and he was afraid she would notice if he started to stall. So he fixed his eyes on the cup when he forced the final notes out of the ancient instrument and let his shoulders sag as they sounded through the room. This was it, he thought, the last chance.

“Brilliant!” Suzanne crooned after she had shut down the camera again and smiled brightly at him.

“Yeah,” he muttered, one simple word dripping with irony. But, again, she didn’t notice as she was too wrapped up in her own euphoria. Matt had subdued himself to her demands and that was all that seemed to count for her in that moment.

“There were a few wrong notes in there, but really, that doesn’t matter. Creativity is not about perfection but emotions. And you got that part completely right,” she announced happily and for a second Matt’s whole body froze. Shit. So she had noticed after all. But well, obviously she didn’t care. Yes, although he had been very concentrated on getting his message across, the new hope inside his chest had probably made him open up a bit.

All the better, he thought, closed the lid over the keyboard and emptied his mug in one go. The chocolate tasted better than anything he’d had in what felt like years. It tasted of a time before his imprisonment and, mixed with this new hope, it was the best thing ever. It didn’t matter that it had come from Suzanne. It just didn’t.

He couldn’t differentiate between what mattered and what didn’t anymore, if he was completely honest with himself. His thoughts and emotions had fallen victim to messy ups and downs, but this time, he was sure, he’d done the right thing. It felt like a tiny beacon in a massive storm. And he was surprisingly okay with it. No resistance anymore. They’d either find him or he’d die. He’d surrendered himself to both possible outcomes.

“You know what I’ll do with this?” Suzanne suddenly snapped him out of his musings.

He looked up at her in question just to see that she was waving the small camera into his general direction.

“Upload it to your pyscho guild website, I assume,” he replied drily.

“Clever boy,” she patronised him in her sweetest voice while her face took on an expression of pure satisfaction. “But I’ll also save your precious Dominic with it, after all.”

At that Matt’s whole body went completely rigid. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Killing three birds with one stone,” she grinned. “Firstly, we’re going to attract all the attention we deserve. Secondly, people will think that it was sweet Dominic who stole you from the public. And thirdly, he will be put away so he won’t be able to poison more people like he did with you. Don’t you think he’ll look gorgeous behind bars?”

“WHAT?” Matt cried out and jumped from the bench, just to hit his knee on the solid wood of the piano and curse loudly before he could focus on Ms Psycho Bitch.

She already had her hand on the door handle, her evil smile firmly in place. “I think he’ll be safer there. And now I’m going to make sure the police will find all the evidence they need. Wanna know how?”

Matt shook his head, more in bafflement to what she’d just told him than as an answer to her question.

“I’ll take this pretty little key of yours,” she produced Matt’s key chain from her pocket and waved it through the air, “go to Dominic’s house and upload our nice little piece of art from there.”

It took him a second to grasp the meaning of what she was about to do. They would suspect Dom of having kidnapped him. They would shut him away. No. No!

“NO! You can’t do that! You’re lying! Stop it! ” he cried out in desperation.

“I have always been honest with you. Why should I start lying now? And you know what I’m capable of anyway. Just look at the necklace I brought you. Your little boyfriend didn’t even notice.” She waved her hand around dismissively.

She was right. There was no reason she should start lying to him now. And she surely was far too resourceful for his liking. “I’ll do anything if you just leave him alone!” he changed his approach, his voice sounding utterly pained.

“Too late, Matthew, too late. You knew something like this would happen. And while you’ve been very cooperative today, the same cannot be said about the rest of our time together. Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.” With those words, she opened the door and took a step out of the room.

“NO!!! YOU’RE A COMPLETE PSYCHOPATH! STOP IT!” Matt shouted, suddenly overcome by desperate anger. He’d never wanted to kill her as much as he wanted to in that moment. “DOM HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!!”

“Oh, he has everything to do with this,” she giggled and shut the door behind her in the same instant Matt’s legs had finally found the ability to move again. Although it was already too late at that point as the door was locked again, he couldn’t stop himself from bolting after her anyway. The sheer force of his movement made him crash into the metal door, but the pain of hitting his head on it didn’t stop him from beating his fists against the unyielding barrier between himself and the woman who was so dead set on destroying every single part of his life.

Tears immediately sprang to his eyes as he kept drumming his already bleeding fists against the door and shouted every possible insult after Suzanne. In the same moment his body started to weaken and his eyes fell on the droplets of blood he’d painted the door with, the speakers sprang to life once more.

“It’s no use, Matthew.” Suzanne’s undistorted voice filled the room just as much as it filled his head. “Good night.”

With a creak the speakers went dead again and without warning the lights were turned off, too. Suddenly Matt found himself in an all-consuming darkness again. He turned around, leaned back against the door and let himself slide to the ground slowly. There was no use, she was right. Dom would never get to see the video. They’d imprison him just as she had imprisoned him. It was over.
 
 
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[identity profile] millionstar.livejournal.com on May 30th, 2014 10:59 pm (UTC)
She's smart. She's also a manipulative, conniving motherfucking psycho who, I hope, will be getting what she so richly deserves.

And now, Dom, dear god, I don't even know. *bites nails* No wonder Matthew feels so hopeless now, she's bested him at every turn. And yet, surely there has to be a happy ending for them somehow?? This fic makes me think, that's one reason I love it so much.

Thank you, so much, for posting, I hope to see more asap. x
mcsparklez: matt coachella b/w[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 09:45 am (UTC)
She's a fucking scary villain who just seems to know what to do next, Matthew didn't stand a single chance. We'll see if she does the same seemingly perfect job when it comes to setting up Dom.

As for a happy ending....... WELL, I guess we'll have to wait and see ;) If all else fails, there's still Chris.

Thank YOU so much for reading. Words cannot express how much we love you.
[identity profile] dominic-james.livejournal.com on May 31st, 2014 07:56 am (UTC)
No not Dommeh!!! :'(

I swear I want to kill her grrrr
mcsparklez: dom stadium smile[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 09:46 am (UTC)
Yes, poor Dommers! Let's cross our fingers and hope everything will be okay.

Killing her seems like the favourite option here. We'll see what can be done about that.

Thank you again for your comment <3
mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on May 31st, 2014 10:23 am (UTC)
Gah! Why stop there?? Don't stop there! Too short, need more!
Plus I'm leaving on Monday for a week and I don't whether I'll be reading fic wah

Back later for a proper comment!

mjartrod[personal profile] mjartrod on May 31st, 2014 10:30 pm (UTC)
Back to this. Can't leave it for tomorrow or I won't be able to put a sentence together.

Fucking psycho bitch is starting to get on my nerves. Dunno how this came up (probably cos it was on TV yesterday lol) but you know who she reminds me of, as far as fictional villain characters go and in the hatred she is starting to bring in me? Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter's The Order of the Phoenix. SERIOUSLY. Less pink, less cats... but everything else there. The deceiving looks, the patronising tone, the fact that she believes she's doing it in the name of a higher power...
She's so much further than being a deranged fan turned evil. Kill the bitch.

Matt's pretty little head is still working fabulously. Still reacting to everything, going into overdrive, conjuring up stuff minutes after feeling desperately hopeless... it only makes him suffer more :( Because he doesn't shut down, he still feels everything acutely. It was the little things that made me so incredibly sad for him this time. Wanting to see the sun. The mug with the café's logo.

Because I'm a perv, loved her pulling him up off the floor lol

More soon pleeeeeeeeeease!
mcsparklez: matt argentinia[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 09:52 am (UTC)
We always stop in the most convenient places, you know that. You should be used to that by now. But look, we even waited for you to be back! Aren't we nice? Yes, yes I think we are.

LMAO THAT UMBRIDGE COMPARISON. Well, thinking about it, you might have a point. Ugh, I don't know if that makes me want to cut her throat more or shoot her in the face. Umbridge was fucking annoying and just.... Yeah. Anyway.

Matt seems to fall into numbness, just to rise out of it like a phoenix, but Suzanne just stomps on his wings and pushes him back into the dirt. The up and down is surely getting to him. This was probably his last chance, and now it's clear to him that he won't see his friends, and most importantly Dom, again. Not sure how he'll come out of this.

As promised on Twitter, more will be up after I'm done with comments. Be patient, I'm on my own today :P

Love your face and everything you are <33
[identity profile] space-black-out.livejournal.com on May 31st, 2014 11:01 am (UTC)
Omg, surely they wouldn't think Dom had anything to do with this???
And Matt thought he was being so clever, I was clinging to hope with him through that recital!
You painted his utter despair so vividly at the end, poor, broken soul :(
What a bitch, see if I kidnapped him, I'd bring Dom to him so I could watch them...never mind XD
I love how this story just gets more and more intense with all it's twists and turns, it's developed so much from what I first thought it would be when it started, bravo girls!! I NEED a happy ending though, ok? Like I really depend on it...Please? XD

Thanks so much for posting!! :D



mcsparklez: dom gig[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 10:03 am (UTC)
We definitely wouldn't think Dom had anything to do with this as we all know how much they mean to each other. The question is, what will others think? Scarily enough, when it comes to crime, a lot of times it's a family member or a close friend.

Like D said, Suzanne has bested him at every turn and I fear the poor darling is at the end of his power. Especially now that Dom's life is pretty much over, just because of him. He needs more than a hug. Definitely more.

Same, same. Locking them up together just makes more sense. Not that we'd ever want to do that, right?.......... RIGHT?! #mattnapping2013

Ohhh, I'm kinda curious what you thought it would be. Telling you a secret, we've thrown the plot around at least a dozen times because we weren't completely happy, and there are like, 3 different endings as well by now. If it makes you feel at least a bit better, all 3 of them have the same end result. If it's a happy ending or not... Well, I guess I'm not allowed to tell you, but I'm pretty sure you could guess ;)

Thank YOU for reading and commenting. Oh, and being awesome, let's not forget that. Love you <333
[identity profile] nuraicha.livejournal.com on May 31st, 2014 03:07 pm (UTC)
Well, before starting, I want to point out several things: a) I read and wrote this comment at 1am b) I need to sleep but I need to read this c) There is Gone With The Wind on telly (aka one of my favourite films ever) and I'm favouring this instead of it (but who I'm kidding, I prefer to watch it on DVD anyway) and, most important: d) I HATE YOU BOTH YOU EVIL CREATION OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF.

Right, let's do this *takes deep breath*


Maybe they’d find him some day in the future when Suzanne was already long gone and the only thing that remained of him would be a worm-riddled corpse. No breathing, no pulse, no thoughts, no life. Nothing. DON'T EVER THINK THAT, MATTHEW JAMES BELLAMY.

Maybe he had finally resigned himself to the fact that he would never see his friends again. FEELS

Matt fixed his eyes on the steaming, dark-brown liquid. It was topped with cream and he was immediately creeped out. The mug bore the logo of Smith’s Café, the place Suzanne worked at, and also their favourite place to go to when they needed a bit of privacy. It was so weird to see this tiny piece of normality, this reminder of what his life used to be, that he couldn’t quite grasp it. THIS IS SO WRONG IN SO MANY WAYS AND I FUCKING CAN'T

“A video to show people your true musical self,” BURN IN HELL

“My musical self? It’s dead,” he muttered under his breath and let his eyes wander to the piano he dreaded so much. LEGIT TEARS HERE. FUCKING HELL. FUCK. FUCK. WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS AND IT HURTS SO MUCH. HE HATES MUSIC NOW. THIS EQUALS TO THE DEATH OF HIS VERY OWN SOUL AND I FUCKING CAN'T OKAY

Not if that could possibly mean his escape. OH MY FUCKINF GUFCK FUC

I AM SHAKING.

I WANT TO SCREAM AND I FUCKING CAN'T

Starlight was his song of choice, not only because he knew every note by heart, but also because it was the same for Dom. If Dom saw this, he’d know. He needed him to know and it was that fact that kept him going in that moment. MY HEART. MY FUCKING HEART. HOLY FUCK. OMG MY BABIES

His best friend’s necklace was dangling a little loosely from his wrist, he had made sure of that before Suzanne had even put the camera on. It needed to be visible because he wanted Dom to know that it was with him. That he had a part of him that reminded him of their relationship that went so much deeper than just friendship. HURTS SO MUCH


OMG OMG OMG OMG I MEAN OMG

MAAAAAAAAAAATT

IF THEY DON'T GET IT I AM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER THEM

“There were a few wrong notes in there, but really, that doesn’t matter. Creativity is not about perfection but emotions. And you got that part completely right,” she announced happily and for a second Matt’s whole body froze. MY BLOOD JUST FROZE AS WELL

“You know what I’ll do with this?” NO NO N O N ONNOOOO NO NO N O NOOO

“But I’ll also save your precious Dominic with it, after all.” WHAT THE FUCK

“Killing three birds with one stone,” she grinned. “Firstly, we’re going to attract all the attention we deserve. Secondly, people will think that it was sweet Dominic who stole you from the public. And thirdly, he will be put away so he won’t be able to poison more people like he did with you. Don’t you think he’ll look gorgeous behind bars?” WHAT THE FUCKINF FUCK IN ALL THIS FUCKING PLANET IS THIS FUCKING PSYCHO TALKING ABOUT?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

before he could focus on Ms Psycho Bitch. *NODS FURIOUSLY*

“I think he’ll be safer there. And now I’m going to make sure the police will find all the evidence they need. Wanna know how?” HIJA DE LA GRAN PUTA

“I’ll take this pretty little key of yours,” she produced Matt’s key chain from her pocket and waved it through the air, “go to Dominic’s house and upload our nice little piece of art from there.” FUCKING FUCK

I can't even talk. Just. Please. Over this please. I really can't stand it it hurts too much and I'm crying. Please let the pain be over. I am begging.
mcsparklez: matt dom brits[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 10:13 am (UTC)
We 3 know you could never hate us because you love us too much C: That's why we keep doing this to you. Yep, only reason.

It's interesting to see how your reactions changed, pretty much like Matt's hope turned into despair. Means we've done this right and that it's played out exactly the way we wanted. That's wonderful to see, even if it means pain for you, I'm sorry!

Thank you so much for reading, it means the world that you keep supporting us, honestly. I promise to you, it will be worth the pain. I promise <333
[identity profile] unomusette.livejournal.com on May 31st, 2014 09:02 pm (UTC)
This is an entirely brilliant chapter, Matt's slide into apathy is so realistic and his yo-yo journey through hope, defeat and rage perfectly expressed.

Of course I hope that Suzanne's scheme to incriminate Dom fails and that Matt's coded message will help bring about his release. On the other hand I'm enjoying her endless villainy and complete lack of a good side so much I'm really hoping for more.

I'm so torn I'll just bleat like a little lost lamb and head butt you both till you write some more...LOVE this fic :D

*bleats*

Edited 2014-05-31 09:02 pm (UTC)
mcsparklez: matt wembley shoot '10[personal profile] mcsparklez on June 19th, 2014 10:19 am (UTC)
Matt's gone through quite a lot in this, hasn't he? From hope to despair in 5 minutes flat, don't think that's gone well for his mind. Especially after hearing that Dom will suffer just because he happened to be Matt's best friend. Suzanne is deluded and the woman needs a good kick in the face or alternatively a chair or bullet.

She thinks she has a good side, she thinks she's doing the world a favour by saving all these musical artefacts and keeping them secure from all harm. She thinks the same about Matt, and that makes her so dangerous. She doesn't see him as a human being, but an object. Deranged criminals are always the worst and most murderous. We hope she gets what she deserves.

More is on the way, we're sorry it's taken so long! The beach was just too comfortable to go back to a bleak prison and broken band members ;)

Thank you for reading and always supporting us. Seeing you here always makes our days, not gonna lie. Much love <3