This came as a request from one of my friends.

Mellow woke suddenly and violently. The silent night was shattered by his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face like snow in an avalanche. His whole body shook with mixes of fear and unreleased energy. The room was as it was when he went to sleep, but the Wammery dorm was eerily dark, and the moon cast shadows on the walls like ghosts begging to be released. Mellow sat up and pushed his black bed-sheets away. He was wearing a set of silk pajama bottoms that Matt had bought him. The only other thing that remained on him was his rosary beads worn more because of habit than anything.
“Matt,” Mellow breathed trying to regain his breath.
Across the room, Matt rolled over in his bed and coughed.
“Matt!” Mellow tried again.
Still the red-head seemed dead to the world. The only sounds coming from him were the steady coughs and slow movements. Man! Mellow thought. Matt really needs to stop smoking. It is ruining his lungs. Mellow pushed the rest of the bed-sheets away and stood up. With only moonlight coming from a half open window, Mellow proceeded to Matt’s bed.
As Mellow was about to shake Matt awake, something stopped him. There’s no reason to wake him. I can deal with it myself. Mellow thought relaxing. Mellow returned to his bed and began to remember the dream that had haunted him so.
It felt like the future had come in and opened itself to him, and yet everything was surreal. He had been lying on a metal table with his hands and feet bound by rope. Dark shapes moved around him and laughed menacingly and maliciously. A few helped him to his feet and then vanished back into the black void. Words were spoken, but Mellow could not hear them. Then as one of the shadows came into view, Mellow recognized the mustached man from his history class. This man was Hitler.
“Dam, what the hell do you want,” Mellow asked squirming against the hold of the ropes.
“Ah my little Mafia Prince, now that is no way to talk to me,” Hitler crooned calmly.
“Mafia? I’m not in the Mafia! I’m just a kid! Let me go dam it!” Mellow demanded.
“Now if you are going to keep talking to me like that, I’m going to have to punish your insolence,” Hitler smiled. Hitler snapped his fingers and the sounds of more fighting came into ear shot. Several of the shadows forced another figure that seemed to be bound as well forwards. Matt’s face appeared in the translucent light and stared at Mellow.
Mellow froze. He could take pain of all kinds, but Matt couldn’t. What did Hitler want? Why was he doing this?
“Mellow!” Matt yelped as a shadow squeezed him tighter. The light reflected of his goggles, but Mellow could see his eyes perfectly. They were in pain and had been suffering. Mellow forced himself to look away.
“Now you are going to answer a few questions my little Mafia Prince, or your friend here is going to pay dearly,” Hitler laughed.
Anger and rage went through Mellow like drugs. He fought against the ropes but to no avail. They only seemed to get tighter.
“Now don’t fight. That won’t do your friend any good,” Hitler laughed. A knife was drawn from the darkness and stabbed itself into Matt’s shoulder. Blood exploded and Matt’s cries ripped through Mellow. Matt fell to the floor, but shadows pulled him to his feet as blood spattered over his white jacket. “For every time you struggle or don’t answer my question, I will have your friend stabbed. So much blood loss would probably kill him in two or three stabs. I suggest you tell us what we need to know.”
“What do you need to know,” Mellow asked dropping his head. His blonde hair covered his face hiding the tears that were forming.
“Good boy, now first admit that you are in the Mafia,” Hitler smirked.
“But…” Mellow began, but as a knife was pulled to Matt’s throat Mellow lowered his head again, “Yes I am in the Mafia.”
“Good boy, now tell me who you are.”
“I’m Mellow.”
“Bad boy, give us your real name.” The sound of Matt stiffening meant a knife was being held to him.
“I’m Mellow,” Mellow began again. This time he heard the sound of a knife entering Matt.
“Mellow!” Matt seemed to beg, “Don’t give them your real name! Don’t give it to them!”
“Matt,” Mellow sobbed.
“Mellow, it’s going to be ok. Don’t give them your name,” Matt cried as another knife was put into him. This time, the knife went too far, and when it was pulled out, Matt bleed to death. He feel forward and hit the ground with a deep thud. Blood pooled pure red on the ground. Mellow watched in pure horror begging for them to release him.
Matt’s body was left unsullied on the floor with his goggles shining in the dim light.
“What a waste of a body,” Hitler sighed, “His death is on your hands Mellow. Now it’s your turn to face pain and humiliation.”
And from then on, Mellow was subject to excruciating pain and suffering. First there was the humiliation. Mellow was held down as Hitler shaved several swastikas into his hair and branded his neck with them. Shadows laughed as he was held to the table and stabbed lightly through his arms and legs. The pain never seemed to end. That was when Mellow looked down at his rosary beads. A cross held them together and it reminded Mellow of the story of Christ. Christ had been subject to pain and misery. Now it was Mellow’s turn to bear the burden. Tears were coming, but they were not because of the pain. They were the sadness of losing Matt. At the moment that Hitler was going to finish him, Mellow awoke from his dream.
Now in the silence of the room, Mellow sat very still. Even though I was in pain, all I cared about was Matt. He means more to me than I thought. Matt, let’s stay together forever.
Mellow got out of bed one more time and went over to Matt’s bed. The red-head remained asleep, and Mellow bent down and pushed Matt over. Groggily Matt opened his eyes and looked at Mellow.
“….What’s up Mellow? You ok?” Matt asked sleepily.
“I’m ok now, Matt, but I just wanted you to know that you mean the world to me. Night Matt,” Mellow said as he walked back to his bed and proceeded under the covers.
“Aright, night Mellow,” Matt hummed sleepily.