Chapter III

The Twin Voices

Disclaimer: I don't own Horton Hears a Who or any of the movie's characters blah blah blah.

This first part is taking place during chapter II ok?

Act III

Jojo hung out in the alley for a bit before deciding to head back. He thought perhaps he might write a song about his current state of sadness. "How emo" thought Jojo, with a sad sort of smile on his face. Then he remembered he did not want his voice to be heard by anyone. He would not run that risk. Unfortunately for him his house was at the best of times occupied with 98 whos. However he met an interesting new who just now, so he might as well take that as a win. He tried to cheer up a little and continued on his journey home.

Jojo pulled out his whophone and turned on his music as loud as he could stand it. " Cold was my soul… Untold was the pain… I faced, when you left me… A rose in the rain…. "

Jojo loved this song by "Who of Filth," The sad cries of the violins blending with the soprano's sweet melody and clashing with the power of the distorted guitars whilst the demonically low voice of the vocalist blend into one beautiful symphony of anger and lament. It had edge and it was sorrowful at the same time. That's kinda how he was feeling right about now. He had recently started expanding his interests in music beyond classical and the soft rock stuff. He even started to experiment with mainstream forms of metal. Nothing too extreme though, more dark than aggressive. However he had to admit, he loved his older styles of music better so he only kept the best of best new songs in his playlists. He'd also been doing other things to improve his musicianship skills. He started playing guitar more after the Horton incident for one. He also tried more breathing exercises even though he hadn't uttered a word since that day. He opened the door and walked into an odd sight.

Ok we're done with the "meanwhile during chapter II" part k?

He saw a blur of black and dark grey fur somersault off the stairs and totally land it in the center of the foyer with its back to Jojo. It was Nox, Jojo could tell and it wasn't hard seeing as having naturally dark hair like they both did is a genetic rarity since the gene is recessive among Whos. He could also tell that Nox was a natural Nero.

Nox waved at Jojo while his back was to him. "Hey Jojo…" said Nox in a hoarse damaged sounding whisper so faint only Jojo could hear.

"Whoa!" Jojo exclaimed in a startled tone.

"So that's what your voice sounds like" commented Nox in the same manner of whisper. He about faced slowly, his eyes cruel and intense. Just like Jojo remembered them being earlier. Whether this was intentional or not he did not know.

"Your voice sounds beautiful even now with that weak example, I should like to hear it again sometime as it sounds an awful lot like mine used to" whispered Nox in the same manner death himself must speak in. He closed the distance between them slowly. Never removing his soul penetrating glare from Jojo's worried auburn eyes.

Jojo countered by giving Nox a death glare. Nox didn't seem the slightest bit affected by it. Jojo took a step back but Nox had ceased to advance any further.

Jojo pulled out the phone and texted Nox, "What are u doing here anyway?"

Nox felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He gave Jojo a malicious looking smile as he made for his phone. He looked at the message finally breaking eye contact. "Hmm, I was having a problem registering at school so I asked if your dad could help me and he did. I was just on my way out." He passed around Jojo's right and as he did so he muttered to the smaller who, "You reek of fear, don't be afraid of me for I bear you no malice." And with that he made to exit the house.

Jojo whistled quietly to get Nox's attention and texted, "What do you mean my voice sounds like yours used to?"

Nox halted and turned around. He stared at Jojo for a moment and then removed his spiked choker and Jojo saw it. He had a scar over his Adam's apple as if his throat had been slit.

"Oh…" Jojo began but Nox about faced quickly and headed out the door without another word. Jojo was left in they foyer dumbstruck and lost in thought.

"That was weird. I thought he gonna kill me or something" Jojo thought to himself. "How does he know what fear smells like?" "And how the bloody fuck did he that scar!?" Jojo decided to put all those questions at the back of his mind for now. He had other things to do now.

Author's Note:

Hey guys sorry this chapter is a little shorter but at least it got a little better. That song was "Nymphetamine" by "Cradle of Filth" and entirely their work. And that word "Nero" it means the color black in Italian. Please review. Thanks.