Okay everyone, here's the next chapter of Dancing on water, I'm sorry for the long wait, truly.
Thank Snowfall_xo for threatening me to write it ;)
first of all, this is shorter then my usual, but it's also kind of a filler to get them to where I want them to be
Second, this was written while listening to Nick Jonas and the administration, Greenday and Within Temptation, witch makes it a little sadder then usual also
Still, please enjoy,
Stella PoV
"Kevin!" "Kevin!!"
"Kevin, where are you?"
"Have you seen this guy?"
"Do you recognise him?"
"KEVIN!"
I sat down on a park-bench in the park where I was putting flyers with Kevin's head on all the trees, handing them to every man, woman, child and duck I could find while at the same time trying to avoid the mass-hysteria that had evolved out of the police message, displayed on all TV's of America, in search of Kevin.
I didn't even care about my clothes getting dirty; they were messed up with salt water anyway.
It had been three days now, three awful days since we found out Kevin was missing, only leaving behind his favourite pick, on a necklace, on his pillow.
It has been three days where in we searched everywhere for him, all the places he might have been taken, checking the mail for threads, ransom letters and any sign of him.
It has been three days without a clue.
It has been three hours since we released the message, saying he was gone.
It has been three minutes since I cried for the last time.
It has been three seconds since I got called the last time and yes, there went my phone again. Playing 'I am what I am' Kevin's favourite JONAS song… It had been, probably something else with a 3 in it, ago that I changed it to that.
I decided it was time to go back to the firehouse; I have been delaying that for the past 33 minutes or so. It just feels so wrong, the tension, the sadness, the frustration in not being able to do anything more…
I made my way through the dozens of fans standing outside of the Jonas-household.
Once inside I stripped from my coat and went upstairs, passing a very sad Mrs. Jonas. Staring out of the window. She and her husband had returned from their trip to New-York immediately when they heard the news, Mr. Jonas was currently making call after call trying to find his oldest son. His youngest son, Frankie, being dropped of at their grandma's.
Three silent tears made their way over Mrs. Jonas's cheeks, I gulped and walked on.
Eventually upstairs I found myself being tackled by curly brown hair and muscular, yet slender arms.
"You're back!" She whispered, hopeful, almost. She looked at me, her big brown eyes pleading for me to have good news.
I shook my head and she nodded, disappointed.
"Nothing here either…" she answered my unspoken question, also not wanting to break the heavy tension in the room.
I sad down in one of the chairs, burying my head in my hands. Macy kneeled beside me, laying her head on my knee.
"Hey Stell's, you're back." Came Joe's thick voice.
I looked up, Joe was a mess. His hair untidy and he was wearing jus his sweat-pants and earmuff's, to block the music.
Maybe his bare torso should've bothered me, but today, it just couldn't.
"Hey Joe. Anything new?"
"Nope." He shook his head. "But we're not giving up. He has to be somewhere; I just hope he's okay." He sighed and sat down next to me, for a second we were completely still, just the three of us sitting there until Macy stood up and walked over to where Nick was sitting, on his desk, still writing music, like he didn't even care.
"Nick." I heard her whisper. "Stop writing for a second… please?"
I smiled, just slightly; he would have to stop writing now…
To my surprise he didn't, he just scowled at Macy and continued, bringing a very hurt look on her face.
Strange, normally Nick wasn't scowlish, or Macy-deny-ish.
Then again, nothing was normal these days.
Macy walked away from Nick, towards Kevin's trunk and I stopped walking, burying my head in my hands again. Feeling Joe put an arm around me, trying to comfort me through his own discomfort.
"Thanks Joe." I said, but he didn't hear me. He had zoned out again, it happened frequently these days. His eyes would turn glassy and his mouth would open slightly, just staring at nothing.
I sighed and slid his arm off me, pushing him back into the chair softly, trying not to startle him.
I felt so sorry and so worried and so… aargh… there was nothing I could do.
My best friend was suffering, Kevin was gone, Macy was hurting and Nick had lost all interest to the world and his emotions.
"Guys…" Macy suddenly said, in exactly the same tone as three days before. Déjà vu much?
"What is it Macy?" I asked, still looking at Joe's face, he seemed to come around again, blinking three times before focussing on my face and groaning in realisation.
"Isn't there always a guitar in, on top or underneath Kevin's bed?"
"You aught to know, but yeah, there is." I answered, smiling at Joe, happy he was with us again.
"Well, where is it now?" Macy continued.
Me and Joe both looked up to where Macy was standing, her eyes big, the pick necklace in her hands. My eyes grew too as I realised what she meant.
Kevin never went anywhere without his guitar and if he was forced to go his 'kidnappers' would never have let him take it.
Kevin had gone out of free will…
This hit me in the stomach like a punch, blew all the air out of my lungs and I saw Joe's eyes widen too as he realised it.
Kevin has left us voluntarily.
I took three sharp gasps. No…
I shared a hurtful look with Macy, brown eyes looking in blue ones as she sat down on Kevin's bed.
Macy PoV
I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't. Kevin, our Kevin, would never have left us, never; something was wrong, so incredibly wrong!
I opened my mouth to tell them, my friends sitting on the three chairs. Stella in her dirty outfit she had worn for longer then six hours, something she wouldn't have been found dead in before this.
Nick, still obvious to our realisation and Joe, with his ridiculous earmuffs.
No, this wasn't right; Kevin would never have done this, a trap. A setup.
Nice kidnappers?
We all were absorbed in our own thoughts, when suddenly.
"Aaargh!" Nick groaned, his hands in his hair, gritting his teeth and baring them. His eyes shot open in wild panic.
"Nick!" Me and Stella yelled as Joe already ran towards his brother.
Nick slid out of his chair, falling to the ground, his hands still covering his ears.
"It's to heavy, let me go! I want to go!" he screamed and mumbled at the same time.
Fright shot through me. He wanted to go. Him too? My mind, pushed by adrenaline, worked it out in a split-second
it's happening to him too!
"It's so beautiful." Nick marvelled, his eyes getting softer. "Yeah, I'm coming. No I'm not! Let go. Never let go!"
"Coming to what? Nick!" Stella asked, her voice trembling. "Nick, please, answer me, snap out of it." She pleaded, pulling Nick's arm.
He trembled and shuddered, fighting whatever was attacking him.
"Stella, get out of the way." Joe suddenly said, grasping Stella's arms and pulling her away from his brother, who was completely in his own world.
"Nick?" I asked, softly. "Where are you going?"
I had to ask, as I shot a nervous glance towards Joe, his arms around Stella and his earmuff's.
He and Nick heard the same music, Kevin had zoned out too… It was the reason why Nick had been so obvious all the time.
It was all the same, it happened to Kevin, now to Nick and, I gulped, it's going to happen to Joe too.Nick rose up from the ground, his eyes focussed on nothing. A smile on his normally so serious face.
"Nick?" I asked again.
"To a beautiful place, they are there; I want to go to them. They love me and they will teach me." He said, his black curls messy from his struggle earlier, grabbing his acoustic guitar and swinging it over his shoulder.
He walked away, a in a manner totally not suiting his normal calm pace.
I let him go, as he slid down his pole, I knew I couldn't stop him.
Instead, I walked to Kevin's bed and grabbed the handcuff's laying underneath it, don't ask.
Stella was in hysterics, trying to get away from Joe, but he held her locked.
He must sense the danger too.
"It's happening to him, what happened to Kevin." I said shortly. "To find and maybe rescue them both, we have to follow him."
Stella, white as a ghost, nodded and Joe made an agreeing movement.
I shot the middlest brother an apologising look and grabbed his wrist, quickly attaching him to the iron bars protecting the fire-poles.
He looked at me in confusion, pulling the cuffs.
"I'm sorry Joe, but whatever is happening to them is going to happen, or already happening to you too. I'm not going to drive you in their arms, whatever they are."
I was proud of myself not to have stuttered under his Jonas-intense look.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, grabbing Stella's wrist and dragging her to the poles. "Come on, before we lose him."
Stella looked back once and then grabbed the fire-pole next to me, not caring she hated the things.
I caught a glimpse of Nick's brown jacket walking out the back-door, avoiding most of the fans.
I looked at Stella nodded.
We started following him… on our way to who knows what.
Joe PoV
Shit, shit, shit. Three times shit.
I know, hard words for a Jonas, but that's basically how I felt right now.
My older brother was gone and my younger brother was on his way to it. My best friend and other close girl-friend had gone to safe them and I was absolutely useless!
I was cuffed to a bloody pole, because what happened to my brother was also happening to me, Macy knew it, I knew it.
The music was getting louder day by day; the only things that helped were talking to others and those stupid, itching earmuffs.
I leaned against the iron, it was cold on my bared skin, I knew it was better this way, but I wanted to help them, my brothers, my friends so badly. I tugged against the handcuffs, not really wanting to escape, but at the same time hoped it would work the third time I tried it.
I loved them; I couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
Ouch, the music reached a peak again and I felt the numbness Stella called 'zoning out' creep through my body.
Great, just what I needed, I thought, before the beautiful pulsing blue light danced before my eyes, mesmerizing and hypnotizing me.
The music rose in volume and the blue took form, bodies, many dancing and singing bodies.
God, they were so beautiful. My eyes went blank, my body numb.
"It's your turn now Joseph." They sang. "Come to us and bring us your beautiful voice, your beautiful body, your passion, your love. We'll give you ours."I gave one tug to the cuffs and broke free, inhuman strength pulsing through my body, standing up. It's your turn…
The music was so loud, so demanding, I couldn't tune it out anymore, it lured me. Talked to me, it manipulated me.
It attracted me, I couldn't not go.
I followed the blue light; it took me through the city, though nobody else seemed to see it. I didn't care, it was mine.
I knew, vague, in the back of my head that Stella, Macy and hopefully not Joe, were following me. With every bit of resistment, humanity, I had left I tried to keep that thought away, trying to protect them.
So I gave myself to them, it was the only way to cover my friends, to forget what I knew, had been figuring out in the back of my head in the last three days. I knew what they wanted; I wasn't the intelligent one for nothing.
The only thing I could hope for was that Stella and Macy would figure out what was going on with us and stop it.
For now, I had to give myself up. Like Kevin had done, like Joe was doing now, yes I knew that.
One, I gave them my body
Two, I gave them my mind
Three, I gave them my soul
They absorbed it, took it and I felt every other emotion, feeling, movement other then theirs disappear…
I disappeared.
