Koutai: Hi! Thanks for reading my first JONAS fanfic! Here is the next chapter, and yes, I love Jonas Brothers and Nick, so I really have no idea why I am writing this…Here it is! The third day of the kidnapping…
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JOE'S POV
It was Wednesday, the third day that Nick was gone, actually, the third night. But we spent all day figuring out a plan on how to bust Nick out, and not pay those scumbags. Its not like we don't have the money, because we do, we just have the pride not to give it to anyone who asks. Besides we were going to donate that same amount of money to different charities all over the world.
But anyway, my parents, Frankie and Macy arrived. My parents were in hysterics, Frankie was asking us, that if we were too late with Nick, if he could be in the band, and Macy was storming around the hotel suite, with tears in her eyes, and a javelin in hand. Wait, didn't Stella tell her not to bring that? And how did she get it past security?
Oh well. Like I mentioned before, the plan was in the making. We knew, thanks to Nick, that they were watching us. But we all wished we knew what Nick was about to say.
(flashback)
"Shut up!" Nick interrupted. "This has to be quick! I know they are still listening to us, but right now, they left the room. Don't worry about me! It's you that they are watching! And it doesn't matter if…"
That told us three things. One, Nick never told us to shut up, so this must have been really eating at him, and he must have been really upset, which only made me angrier. Two, they were watching us, which is how they knew that we told our parents, and Macy about this, and how they knew that Big Man had tried and failed to trace Nick's cell phone. Three, something big was going to happen. What the heck did Nick mean when he said: And it doesn't matter if…And it doesn't mater if what?!?!?
"Joe, can you please stop pacing? It's driving me insane," asked Stella. I stopped in surprise; I didn't even know that I was pacing.
"Sorry Stella. Just thinking." She nodded at me.
"Aren't we all?"
Then, my phone rang, and it had Nick's number on it. Wait, didn't someone throw his phone into the wall? I picked it up, and put in on speaker.
"Look," I said fiercely. "If you A-holes are calling us just to torment us, then stop! You'll get your money when you give us the info on where to leave it!"
A silence was heard on the other end. Then:
"Geez Joe, if I didn't know better, I'd say you are seriously mad at someone calling you."
Could it be?
"Nick?"
"Who else?" he asked, rather playfully.
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NICK'S POV
I hated doing this to Joe, but I am being forced to lie and act happy, at gun point. I needed to stick to the script this time, or else.
I could practically see Joe smiling from hearing the sound of my fake happy voice. "Look, I can't talk long. They don't know I have my phone, which they somehow fixed after the Boss slammed it into the wall."
"Nick, who is the Boss?"
"My kidnapper and head of the whole corporation. He is dangerous Joe. He is the one who set this whole thing up. But that's not important right now." I was on thin ice for letting that slip. I had to get back on track.
"Yes it is Nick! You have to tell us more about him!" Joe's voice was filled with anger which I knew was not directed toward me, but to the Boss.
"There's no time!" I snapped at him. I hated doing it, but what choice did I have? "Listen to me Joe, they let slip outside where they are holding me, that they tend to move this entire operation."
"To where?"
A pause. "To a remote forest, about 50 miles from where we had our last tour. They plan to use a cave there that leads to a bunch of abandoned mines. They move us tonight."
"Do you know anything about the exact location?"
Silent tears were coursing down my face, as the Boss motioned for me to continue.
"No. They weren't that specific. But how hard could it be to find the mines?" anther pause. "Crap. I got to run, someone's coming. Bye Joe. I love you man."
I shut the phone off, and let out a sob. I just led my brothers into a trap, and they wouldn't come out alive. The Boss wanted to make me suffer, and his torture succeeded. I was led back into my cell, where they chained up my feet to the wall. At least I wasn't hanging from the ceiling anymore, I though bitterly, while rubbing my sore and rope burned wrists. But I didn't care anymore. Soon my brothers would fall into the trap, and there lives would be the cost. I could never forgive myself.
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JOE'S POV
I was practically jumping up and down with joy, and Stella and Kevin were too. But Macy had a thoughtful look on her face.
"I don't think we should check this out." She stated. We all starred at her, dumbstruck. "I mean, Nick sounded kind of pressured. I think he might have been forced to say those things."
"Nonsense Mace," said Stella. "You know that it is impossible for Nick to tell a lie, and he sounded pressured because he didn't want to get caught. You worry too much."
Big Man entered the room. "I heard the whole thing, and we found the exact coordinates for the cave."
"Lets go!" I said confidently.
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NICK'S POV
The door to my cell opened, but I didn't care. The weight of my last act was still heavy on my mind. A girl, around 16, was shoved into my cell, and the door slammed close.
I looked at her. She was very pretty despite the fact that she looked like death. She had limp curly brown hair, and skin that hadn't been in the sun for ages. Her eyes were large and a deep knowing blue, but they had a dead, hopeless expression in them. For what I could tell, she was about an inch or two shorter than me, and very skinny, but not in an unhealthy way. She starred at me, and I noticed her hands, and legs were bound, and she had duck tape across her mouth.
"This will hurt." I warned her. She nodded. I grabbed the edge of the duck tape and tore it off. She did not scream out, but I could see the hint of pain in her eyes.
"I'm Nick." I whispered. She didn't speak, but just starred at me, with a large shocked gaze.
I laughed for the first time in what felt like years. "Are you a fan?" She nodded again, but then shook her head, as if getting rid of a fly.
"I'm sorry for starring." Her voice was very quiet, but it was also strong and wise. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here? Toady is Wednesday night, if that helps."
"I've been in this place since Monday night." I answered.
Her eyes seem to lose there glow, and she nodded sadly. "Why are you here?"
"As bait for a ransom. Why are you here? And for how long have you been here?"
She took a moment to compose herself, and she answered in a strangled voice.
"I've been here for a year. As to why I am here, that will have to wait for when we have more time. But now, I ask the questions, you answer. You've been here for a total of three nights. Has a lady with long white hair, fangs, and glowing golden eyes come in here, with shots?
I just nodded my head, wondering how she knew.
Tears swelled up in her eyes, but her voice was as steady as ever. "How many shots, and what was their color, and when did she come in?"
"Two, maybe more. I don't know, they might have given my more when I was unconscious. They were purple, and she first came in two days ago."
Her hand went to her mouth, and she starred at me in shock.
"Ok, it is very important that you listen to me, and not interrupt." Her voice was shaking violently now, like she was holding in fear, and tears.
"Those shots are deadly to the faint hearted. I am the only person to survive for longer than a month. All of the others died within the week. You received the purple shot. I got three colors total. Depending on what color you get, and if you live, your genes are supposed to mutate. Purple is supposed to mutate your mind, making it capable of sending, hearing, and possibly controlling the thoughts of others. No one that has gotten that color had lasted three days. I've gotten purple, green, and gold. Green is unknown to me so far, but I now for a fact that the golden eyed girl had that shot. I think she can change her shape, like her hair color, eyes color, and all that. I have no idea how I survived all three."
I starred at her, trying to make her words sink in. None of this seemed real. Then something clicked.
"Whoa, wait, back up. No one, but you, has lasted more than three days with the purple? I can't die! I won't…" my voice was lowering in volume and fear took over my soul.
She turned her eyes down, and shook her head. Then she turned her now calm eyes up toward me.
"Let me try something. Give me your hands."
I wordlessly put my hand on top of hers. She starred deeply into my eyes. It was a bit unnerving.
"Tell me that you won't die."
I starred at her, but obliged.
"I won't die."
"Say it again, with more feeling."
"I won't die."
"One more time, but mean it."
"I won't die." Only this time, I heard the truth of that statement in my soft voice. She released my hands and smiled at me.
"You won't. You have a strong will, belief, and heart. You will not be overpowered by this. But, be warned, it will not be pleasant when you first find out when your genes mutate. It is scary."
"Which powers, or mutations, do you have?"
She suddenly snapped at me. Her normally calm blue eyes filled with anger and rage, and they turned black.
"Never ask me that again! I've spent a year in this heck hole, and I've kept my mutations a secret. The people here even doubt that I have one. I need it to stay that way. If this happens to you, you will understand."
I just nodded at her, and then did something she clearly wasn't expecting. I hugged her. Being a fan, or just no being used this kind of human contact, she stiffened at my touch, but she soon relaxed. We stayed there for awhile, and then the door opened.
We were torn apart, and she was forced to stand.
"Wait!" I said. "What's your name?"
She regarded me sadly; tears were streaming down her face.
"I don't have one."
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Moments after the nameless girl was dragged out of my cell, the Boss came in, smirking evilly. His voice suggested he was laugh at some sinister joke.
"Well Nick, you made quite an impression on project 463. It's still crying in its cell. But enough about that. Come with me, your brothers fell for it, and we thought you might want to watch it in real time high definition." He snapped his fingers, and the white haired lady came through the door. She tied a piece of rope around my hands, and unbound my feet. Then, the Boss grabbed me by my neck, and all but dragged me down the hall.
We came into an empty room, with one chair that had chains attached to it. They forced me into it, but first, I got the satisfaction of kicking a guy where no guy wants to be kicked. It was almost worth getting hit in the face for.
After they forced me into the chair, and chained me down, the Boss stood behind me and turned on a large, wall size, plasma screen TV. Joe would love this TV.
On the screen were my brothers, father, Big Man, and a few other security people. They were surrounding the entrance of the cave.
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Joe's POV At the same time Nick was kicking a guy where it hurts, Joe and Kevin were crouching down in the entrance of the cave Nick had described.
I have a bad feeling about this. What if Macy was right? What if this is a trap? It's too late now Joe, now come on, Focus!!!! I looked over at Kevin, and he glanced at me, and nodded. I hid the fear and doubt in my eyes, I had to be strong; I had to live up to my nickname of Danger.
For some reason, I felt like we were being watched, but whenever I looked around, I saw nothing. I saw no shadows move, and I heard no crunching of leaves. Everything seemed quiet, maybe a little too quiet. We were at the entrance of the cave when it happened. People jumped down from the trees, each of them holding a weird looking gun. Kevin and I were instantly forced behind Big Man.
"Where's Nick?" He demanded in a voice that even made me shiver.
A bird like laugh came from all around us. "Where's Nick? Where's Nick?" they repeated mockingly. "Nick's not here! He was a good boy and led you here himself!"
"No," I said loudly, ignoring Big Man's shushing noises. "Nick would never do that."
"Nick would never. Nick would never. Well face it Joe! He did! He did!" There high pitched voices got on my last nerve.
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Nick's POV
No. Joe. I would never do that on my own…but I still did it…I'm sorry…please forgive me.
A pain was growing within my head, though it wasn't a head ache. My head felt like it was going to explode. But then, the golden eyed girl brought out two more shots filled with purple liquid. Somehow, I remained conscious throughout the shots, and the pain in my head grew and intensified. It felt like my head was in a hydraulic press. But I did not let this pain show in my face. I just turned my attention back to the screen showing my brothers. My heart was dying from what I was witnessing.
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Joe's POV
"NO!" I shouted so loudly that the annoying bird like voices shut up. Not a sound was heard. "Nick would never do this on his own! He would never betray us! Now, you all tell us where he is before you rip off your heads!" I meant it too. One more word out of their mouths, and their lives would be gone.
They laughed, very mockingly, at my outburst. "We'd like to see you try!" they all said. But before I could even move, all of them were silenced. They were making a weird strangling noise, and some of them were on there knees, clutching their head. Suddenly, a few of them started running head first into trees, until their neck broke, the rest turned on each other, and in a few moments, only one was standing.
That one walked slowly and drunkenly into our lights. We all gasped at his appearance. He stood three feet tall, and had a mix of feathers and scales all over his body. His head was human and bald, except for a single grey feather that stuck out from the top of his head. Its face was flattened and paler than the moon. Its once sparking grey eyes were now dead, and it spoke in a disembodied voice.
"I am the Nameless One. What do you need to know?"
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Nick's POV
I couldn't believe my eyes. The pain from my head faded just as the ambush started killing itself. And when the last thing started talking, I knew exactly who was controlling it. But unfortunately, the Boss did too. He slammed his fist down onto the back of my chair, and I could almost feel the anger coming off of him.
"Make sure she never see's the light of day again."
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Koutai: hehe. You all review so quickly! Thank you! And just so you all know, this will not be my last JONAS fic. I have a lot of less painful ideas. This is my worst chapter yet, in my opinion, but I had to get some things taken care of in it. I swear, the next chapter will be even better!
