Chibiyu: I hit a temporary Not-Wanting-To-Write-Them wall for Nightstalkers and Last Goodbye and I wrote this in first hour. Yeah. Enjoy.

Nick:…you almost made people cry with last chapter, how does that make you feel?

Chibiyu: … :~)

Nick: Of course it does.

THE WORLD WOULD HAVE BLOWN UP ALREADY FROM SADNESS IF I OWNED IT…and it hasn't yet.

()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()EYRA'S POV-BEFORE EXPLOSION

I told them hope was worthless and look where it got them now. Counting their final seconds before blowing up. I clung to Nate, wanting to die in his arms and he was holding me back, still as a statue, his eyes glued on the count down. Kevin was hugging Joe loosely, crying in fear and shock and Joe was looking thoughtful at something on the beach. I could not see what because Nate's arm blocked my view. But I did see the countdown. 55 seconds to live. Give it up Joe, you can't save us.

NICK'S POV

I needed someone to listen, to hold, to care. But ever since I became my brothers' killer, everything around me spiraled out of any and all control. Yesterday my handle on life had broken beyond repair and the things I used to cherish became utterly worthless to me. Music took the back seat of a very long bus and my fans were left at the last stop while Sorrow and Heart Break switched with driving at every turn. Now all I could do was wait for said bus to crash when they fought for the wheel.

But it won't Nicky. Not for a long time. Joe whispered the truth in the most snake like voice I had ever encountered.

Not, at least, until we're finished with you. Kevin put in and I shivered but that had nothing to do with the cold wind blowing in from my open window. They were right…unless…no. Suicide, no matter how desperate I became with this ache and loneliness, was never the option. Never.

I traced the new scab on my arm, thankful it had been accidental, but it had granted me precious minutes of silence, a world without them…but that was the exact opposite of what I wished. I wanted them back.

No one can return from the dead. Kevin's voice held a chilling tone, one I associated with hatred.

And why would we want too? Joe continued and it started again, the relentless torture and guilt and shame. Why would we want to return to you? You killed us.

Betrayed us

Forgot us

Left us

Tortured us

Hated us

Just like we hate you. They finished together, but I knew this whole thing was far form over. I tried to shut out everything as I closed my eyes and covered my ears, but to no avail. I could still hear their merciless taunting and insults.

Don't you ignore us Nicholas! They both yelled and I screamed, trying to let out some of the frustration and guilt and stress, but mainly to cover their voices that I forgot I was creating. I forgot this wasn't real, they weren't really here. I forgot that they were my brothers…I thought of them as my own personal Hell.

"Nick?" Jana's voice called through the intercom in my room and I looked up at the sound, seeing only my empty room with me and now one else. But I knew they weren't gone. "We're here. Come up to the deck."

BIG MAN'S POV

I can't even begin to describe the looks of relief on the faces of the Lucas family and Macy and Stella when I told them the good part of my news; Joe, Kevin, and Nick were not among the dead we had found. Now I faced telling them about the weird things and my theory as to why they had not been found…the likely explanation anyway.

"Among the various debris we found strange things. Things like plants and animals that shouldn't exist. Nate told you about that and he wasn't lying. We found evidence that the whole island was sitting on a bomb and again Nate was right in saying these people are dangerous." Now for the bad news. "I hate to say this but there is a large chance the boys are dead. The explosion was huge and it blew things everywhere. They easily could have been blasted a mile away and the current could have carried them farther."

I looked to see depression setting into the every ones faces as Macy and Stella hugged each other and Elvis tightly and the Lucas family clung to each other as well.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, but these words couldn't make the boys come home alive.

NICK'S POV

"I thought we were going to LA?" I inquired as I boarded the plane, eyeing the city lights with confusion, hiding everything else from my face. Eyra's dad, Tyrone, laughed lightly and patted my shoulder.

"That my Nick, is the cover story. The real Head Lab will be in Death Valley. Cliché I suppose but it is the only under radar place I could find and access easily. We stay for about a year until I can recreate our paradise."

And my living nightmare. I leaned back in my chair seat as it took off and closed my eyes, wishing for sleep but knowing it would never again easily come.

After awhile I heard talking and my name inserted in the mix so I decided to listen in, figuring nothing could hurt me more than I was now.

"He is taking this well; he can't remember a thing. If he did, he would be torn to shreds about killing them, but not a single tear has been shed." Jana whispered to Tyrone. I like him, he has potential for Nightmare Corp…too bad we have to use him for the gene."

I ignored her sickly sweet voice after that, hearing what I needed and what I didn't want to hear. They didn't suspect me yet. I can do this. I can hold in my emotions and lie. I can do this.

No you can't. Kevin said loudly but I heard no other disturbances and then I remembered only I could hear him. As long as I kept my face straight, no one would know. Open you eyes idiot, we are alone. I opened them and found he was right. The small closed off section I was in was empty. And then I saw them, standing and starring me down, cold humor etched on both of their faces.

What's wrong Nicky? Cat got your tongue? Joe teased using a voice for a little kid instead of his brother.

"What can't I do?" I whispered to them, again forgetting this was all in my head. Kevin smirked and Joe laughed.

Three points shy and still dumb as a rock. Joe commented. You can't hold it all in, we won't let you.

Being a puppet of sorrow isn't' fun revenge. Kevin stated and looked to Joe, who smirked.

But we have things in mind. They were doing it again…please stop…

Like never leaving you alone.

Haunting your dreams.

Causing your heart to shatter.

Making sure you don't enjoy the rest of your life.

Making sure you live long enough to satisfy our thirsts for our revenge.

You killed us.

It's our time to kill you.

"Shut up!" I whispered, holding back tears but they cackled.

Make us. They whispered threateningly, as if daring me to try and to see what would happen. Or can't you? Are you too weak? Too useless? They continued sneering. I HAD to make this stop! To get out of here! I eyed the scab on my arm but they both laughed harder. That won't work again wittle Nicky. They both forced out between laughter and I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at them, yelling for them to shut the fuck up and not caring for swearing. Joe dodged it and they both starred at me in amusement, not commenting but their gazes said it all; they were winning.

No one ran in at my scream so I guessed this cockpit was sound proof, like everything Nightmare Corp owned. So again, I was alone with my own insanity, my own fear, and my own tortures. But I deserved it all…I had killed them…they had every right to kill me. After what I did to them…after what I did to everything on that island…I killed everything little thing…they had every right to do unto me as I had them. Who was I to deny them said right?

So you figure it out. We deserve to torture you and we feel nothing from it. Joe tauntingly whispered.

No sorrow.

No Regret.

No relief.

No happiness.

We just do it because you deserve it after what you did to us. Call it our revenge. They both finished and I was getting so sick and tired of this!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed and I pulled my knife from my back pocket which I had been allowed to keep and I hurled it at Kevin's head but he moved, his eyes wide and the dagger stuck itself into the plane's bathroom door.

So you would kill us again? Kevin questioned, not mocking me now.

"I would kill you a thousand times more instead of endure this crap!" I yelled at them and they both took a step back, forgetting I could cause them no harm. Forgetting that they weren't actually speaking to me, that is wasn't even real. "I push that button again if I had the choice!" I roared and they looked to each other, unease in their faces but they were still not finished with me, that much I knew. "I don't care anymore about you! You are NOT my brothers! You're demons!" I shouted and their smirks faded into oblivion. Then they both stepped forward.

We may be demons.

But we aren't murderers.

I saw them vanish after that and I composed myself, knowing what their sudden vanishing meant and I quickly pried my knife from the door and put it back in my pocket and sat down.

"Nick, good you are awake." Tyrone said as he entered, beaming and I smiled and stood, feeling none of the happiness portrayed on my face. Their words kept repeating like a broken record; We may be demons, but we aren't murderers. "I need a blood sample again Nick. Know you know why."

I nodded and rolled up my sleeve, looking away and out the window as he inserted the needle. We may be demons, but we aren't murderers. Which is worse? In a way…I was both. A demon for being a murderer. I felt him remove the needle and I looked back to him as he smiled again.

"Thank you Nick. Your job once we land is to watch over the 'experiments' and help the surrounding scientists. Jana will be rounding up more gene participants and I will be reconstruction the island. Clear?" I nodded. We may be demons, but we aren't murderers. I was becoming more like these demons instead of Nick Lucas, all because I pushed a button. I would never again push a button…not even on a remote control. Never.

I sat back in my chair and kept my gaze outside, watching the land below speed by or having my vision obscured by a mass of white clouds. But I looked anywhere else from Tyrone, whose eyes were so very much like Eyra's, and from Joe and Kevin, who I knew were watching me, somewhere, with a glare. I could feel it.

This was my life now. I hated it.

We may be demons, but we aren't murderers.

I am a murderer.

NATE'S POV

Helpless, Hopeless, waiting, watching. Time moves slower when you watch it tick down until he final explosion. But in movies. You can see your whole life flashing before you, but no. In real life, I could only see the countdown, willing it to stop, willing my promise to everyone to be kept. But it wasn't to be. I failed.

I'm sorry Sandy Lucas. I am sorry to everyone I let down as I fail my one promise; to keep everyone safe.

57 seconds to live.

Why is Joe jumping up and down and smiling?

56 seconds to live.

Chibiyu: Sorry it is short but I have no time and I want to update. Until Next Update

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