A/N: Okay, so, first off: I'm not posting this on the drabble fic, because, well, I'm not really sure. I guess it's because more fics need to exist in this category (21 only! Seriously!). And well, also, because it's sort of different. There will be thousands (hopefully) of chapters on the drabble one, and a limited one on this. Anyway, it's obviously about the Colas' darkest secrets, so there won't be any pairings, and if there will be, then they'll be pretty dark too. Thirteen secrets for thirteen Colas (including Catherine, of course). Some, like this one, might be a few chapters longer, 1 or 2 in the least, and 4 maxium. I think. I'll see.

Anyway, I'll be starting wit Darren's because we have no idea about him and it's a hell lot of fun to create things about him which might not even be right. XD Read and enjoy! And review, of course :)

Darren.

1.The true master:

Spook was starting to get worried—his friend was acting even weirder than before.

The redhead had always known that Darren was strange because of his looks and personality and sinister smile. Darren had fully black eyes, which would linger a long time on you, without you having any idea. He seemed normal to everyone else, but to Spook it was more than a little disturbing to have him in his company. Darren was fascinated by all kinds of things—mostly death, blood and fire.

If he could just stay all day staring at the burning flame, he would. It was strange, as if he was seeing something apart from the dying embers. Spook sometimes thought he was seeing some sort of endless war going on in the flickering flames; something only the boy could see.

Darren often went out on walks, alone, even if Dax was outside on a foxtrot. The shapeshifter never sensed or smelled him, for a reason unbeknownst to Spook, but Darren knew too well what it was. Not that he was going to ever tell.

Spook sighed and sat down on the boy's bed, leaning on the pillow. He frowned when he felt something, and searched for the thing, finding a scruffy-looking notebook.

Spook stared at it, confused as to why Darren, so dark although no one but him and said illusionist knew, would have a diary. Diaries had always seemed girly to the boys, especially Darren who was as against them as anyone can get.

Should I…? Spook thought nervously. He could already picture Darren's twisted calmness as he flashed him a grotesque smile. A shudder went through his body, and suddenly something, he didn't know what, made him thrust the worn-out notebook open, his heart beating frantically in his ribcage.

He stared in shock and awe at the scrawled drawings, all made in black ink. The entire notebook was filled with them, all gruesome, strange images. Spook couldn't make out what they were, but a feeling told him they just weren't…normal.

There was one, spirals and spirals all connected to one another, and in spite of the outlines of the twists being in black, the inside of them was coloured in a blood-red.

There weren't any words, just the drawings which Spook simply could not peel his eyes from. They were so weird, so undistinguishable, yet intriguing and abnormal and incredible…

The sound of the door opening behind him made the redhead jump in shock and fear. Darren stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, and his right hand still on the handle.

"Spook?" he asked in a low voice. Spook gulped and turned round, trying to seem as normal as possible. It wasn't that Darren did anything to him, physically; it was just those eyes which would scare the hell out of him.

"Yeah, Dar?"

"What are you doing?" Darren finally entered in the room, and Spook quickly hid his notebook under a pillow.

"Nothing," he said grinning a bit too over-cheery. "Why would I be doing anything?"

Spook cursed himself mentally – this was simply pathetic. He was a good actor, usually, but with Darren he simply he could not lie. Probably because Darren would always know when he was lying or not.

And the boy could clearly see the fear and guilt in Spook's grey eyes. His own eyes flickered on the pillow Spook had hidden the notebook under and rage contorted on his face. He pushed Spook aside, and hauled the pillow off the bed.

"What...?" he whispered.

"Darren, I—"

"Where did you find it?" Darren growled, spinning round to look at Spook levelly. He was gripping the notebook so tightly that his tanned fingers were turning white.

"Under your – under your pillow," Spook admitted, looking away from Darren's prying and creepy eyes.

Darren remained silent for a while before giving Spook his cold, slightly psychotic smile.

"I bet you know what the drawings are about, huh?" he chuckled darkly. Spook said nothing, out of fear. "Oh, you don't need to answer," went on Darren the smile growing wider and worse, "I know you do. Well, have a seat, my friend."

Spook tried not to wince at the way Darren said "my friend" and did as he was told. Darren sat near him, gazing at the notebook. Eventually he took a deep breath and looked over at Spook. Spook tried to avoid his eyes, but Darren did his usual "look-at-me-or-die" sort of expression and he had no other choice but to obey.

Darren gave him a simple, yet very confusing answer: "It is the reason I am what I am." He flashed Spook another of his freaky smiles and got up, leaving the room without another word.

The illusionist sat on the bed, still and afraid beyond words. Then he started shivering and coughing and crying. He had no idea what made him do all these things, but Darren had always had this "talent" which he would use to make him feel weird, or do weird things.

Darren gave a low laugh as he heard quiet sobs coming from his and Spook's dorm-room. Oh, how fun it was to simply terrorize the latter, to watch him quiver in fear...

People thought Darren was the shadow of Spook, who was superior, who was better than him. But they were so wrong.

Spook was Darren's shadow, hiding the terror behind his stuck-up façade. Darren wanted it like that – he wanted people to think that he was the inferior, when in fact he controlled Spook like a puppet.

Spook had thought that himself for awhile, before Darren showed him "who was boss". Darren kept a low profile with other Colas, but with Spook he was the master; and Spook was the obedient, scared little servant.

Back in the dorm, Spook had stopped shaking and sobbing and was quite sill and impassive. Again he felt the urge to look at Darren's notebook and so he did, even more afraid than before. He skipped to the last page and his breath caught in his throat.

On the page were three simple words, but with so much meaning: This is war.

XD Pretty weird ending, huh? Everything will be explained in the next chapter, the continuation or whatever it's gonna be. Anyhow, if you have any character after the… "Darren's secret arc"… that you want done, then tell me! (I'll do them all eventually, don't worry.) Oh, and if it's Dax or Spook (yeah, Spook) or Barry or Clive, then can you please give me an idea, in a PM, but not a review? Obviously, the next will be Dax...(what is so awesome about him, anyway?) so I need ideas for him too! PM not a review, because it would just spoil it for everyone else.

Thanks for reading, and do tell me if it sucked or not in a review! :D

~Trippy

PS. Pretty pathetic name, I know...anyone got ideas...?