Chibiyu:…
Nick: Chibiyu has a very sore throat for all of you questioning her silence. And might I add the chapter title scares me? Oh and please check out and review her new drabble, Rose Petals. Thank you. *To Chibiyu* is that all?
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"Never." I responded and Jackson laughed.
"Very well. He will be mine, even if I have to wait another year." He said, kneeling down and looking straight at Nick, who looked back, shaking. "I'll be back for you Nicholas."
And we both had no doubt he would be.
NICK'S POV
We watched him fade into nothing, but the chill he left in the room, in my heart, stayed. Kevin breathed out in relief of his vanishing, but I was not as easily alleviated. He'd been stalking me for a year now and I knew tonight, he would stop at nothing to finally reach his goal. Yes, I was a module of relief to me knowing he had no interest in my brothers but the fact he was going to tear me away from them, to kill me, that is what scared me. In public, I portrayed myself as loner but really, I needed my brothers more than anyone, even them, really knew. But it wasn't like I was going to come out clean and say 'I need you," I just wasn't like that…but this…him…it put things in perspective…I may not have as much time left with my brothers as they thought. I may be gone before tomorrow.
No Nick, happy thoughts…well, thoughts not pertaining to your certain demise at least…why was thinking semi cheerfully when your being haunted by an evil ghost so hard?
"Kevin, Nick!" Joe yelled, bounding up the stairs and bouncing on his feet, either in an excited way or the 'I need to go to the bathroom way.'
I stood, pushing myself from Kevin's hold and Kevin followed, resting a hand on my shoulder. I felt annoyance creep up but he was only trying to help and he was probably just as freaked as I was the first time I saw him. "You ok Nick?" Joe asked, looking at me and I nodded once and Joe saw through my lie and pursed his lips, but did not comment. "Macy and Stella are coming over earlier to help out with the candy and decorations and Stella needs to make last minute adjustments to our costumes. Get ready!" Joe shouted and I rolled my eyes as Kevin muttered something about using Mom and Dad's shower while I took the upstairs one. No time to be afraid of being alone; I would never allow Macy to see me afraid or in pajamas…because she would freak for both of them and NOT because I had a crush on her, which I don't.
I got ready quickly and was about to put on my shirt when I looked into the mirror and nearly screamed. My heart raced as I lifted my hand and touched the smooth and fogged glass and I looked down at my chest and saw nothing but smooth skin and hints of muscles, the usual things but when I looked up…I saw numerous bruises and scars and bleeding cuts and what looked like a rib protruding from my lower chest. I poked my stomach, feeling only the flawless skin and finding nothing of what the mirror portrayed.
"This is what shall come if you resist much longer young Nicholas." A sinister voice whispered in my ear and I saw his eyes come over my shoulder in the mirror. But the room was still warm and the air was only heavy from the vapor… "I like dramatic entrances, but I don't need them." He told me and I felt his cold hand lay upon the small of my back and I shuddered from the sudden drop in temperature and shied away, but nothing I did made the touch stop. "Tell me Nicholas, do you want that to happen?" He whispered, pointing at the mirror.
"If it allows me to have more time with my brothers…then I will endure it." I bravely stated, feeling none of the courage my voice held.
"I'm not so sure…a knife can be very…persuasive." He tantalizing threatened and I repressed and shudder and I took and deep breath and turned to face the eyes I hated and I glared. I could see the smile he wore through his eyes. "You won't think that way when I am done with you. A little taster perhaps, to rust your armor?" He said lightly, enjoying that I wasn't helpless on my own. I watched his hands appear, and only the hands, and in one, was a dagger.
I could have run, but to where? He would have followed me no matter where I went. It was best to take it now instead of dragging it out. He smiled as the dagger rested on my skin, chilling it more than his touch did. I bit my tongue, promising to myself I would not scream, no matter what he did. But…if he wanted my body…he wouldn't to too far with it…he would make sure it would be able to mend. At least, that was my hope.
He pushed in the tip of the dagger, right under my collar bone and I remembered the scar that the mirror had previously shown in the spot. He wasn't lying, I was going to be put through torture…but I had to tolerate it, I could handle it. I tried to shut out the pain but I failed the instant I felt my own blood run slowly down my own skin and then its pace quicken as he pushed deeper and I bit my tongue so hard that I tasted the metallic flavor of blood. He pulled the knife down, satisfied with the depth and my hands clutched the sink behind me as I gasped out and held down the growing yell. But it wasn't unbearable yet. He lifted the knife and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and he laughed lightly at the look of pain my face was contorted into.
"Perhaps I should try something different…" He whispered lightly, the knife disappearing along with his mismatched hands and he looked back up to me, but something told me to not look, to not meet his eyes. "Look at me…" He demanded softly but I shook my head and he sighed. "You give me no choice then to go after your dear brother Kevin…or Joe…or Stella…or perhaps Ms. Macy…" He threatened. No… I would not allow them to get caught up in this. "But first…" He trailed off and I felt his hand cover the wound he had made on my left shoulder and suddenly, it felt as if my whole shoulder was aflame and I soundlessly shrieked and clawed at his hand, trying to get him to stop as I felt tears cascade down, but the owns that fell on my shoulder did not extinguish the flames, only make them burn hotter.
He suddenly released and I fell back against the sink, panting hard, eyes closed from the sudden absence of his touch and the wildfire and with a heavy heart, I opened my eyes and looked at my shoulder and bit my lip to stop the shout. The cut wasn't bleeding, but it wasn't closed either, but it looked worse than what I could have imagined. It was wider than what it should have been and inflamed but that was not what caused the near yell, no, what caused that were the black swirls lacing themselves around the cut and they became clearer in passing time as they formed elegant words made up of little swirls.
JS
Jackson Spence. I was branded. I had no escape. I did not think when I raised my horrified and repulsed gaze to his and he laughed as his pupils darkened to black and grew larger with power. There was never any escape.
JOE'S POV
Kevin came back upstairs in record time and once he had his hair dried I sat next to him, needing to have a serious talk to him about Nick.
"Kevin, what is going on with Nick?" I asked, not beating around the bush and he looked away.
"Nothing Joe, nothing at all." He responded, his voice higher that most girls can make it.
"Liar. Tell me, I want to help." I urged him and he looked to the bathroom door as the shower turned off and sighed.
"Fine but don't freak out." He begged and I promised on my hair I would not. "Ok…that ghost Nick asked about earlier is haunting him and when you were downstairs talking to Stella, I saw him too…I heard him….Joe, he is real." Kevin told me, his eyes pleading for me to understand, to believe. But hey, if Kevin believed it, I was never fully convinced but Nick…doing that prank again would be lame so he must be telling the truth…but how could I ever believe in something so far fetched as this?
I took a deep breath before starting. "Kev, I want to be convinced but I need to see said specter before I go declaring Nick is being haunted."
Kevin nodded. "Ok, he seems to like making people quiver in fear, which was why nick was so freaked when you found him up here. It was Jackson Spence that did that to him and you know Nick wouldn't lie about that."
I nodded and Nick walked out of the bathroom and over to us, smiling a bit as he ran his finger through his almost dry hair.
"Stella and Macy here yet?" He asked lightly and I shook my head and patted the seat next to me and Nick took it, looking confused.
"Nick, I need to know if Kevin told me the truth about you being haunted." I said before I lost the nerve and Nick looked at Kevin before turning to me, his eyes void of emotion.
"It's true." He shortly said no trace of fear in his voice at all. I looked to Kevin with raised eye brows and Kevin was starring at Nick like he was insane and Nick turned his head to look right back and that's when I saw something that definitely was not a part of Nick's blue plaid shirt. I grabbed his arm and he turned to me, alarmed as I rapidly unbuttoned the first three buttons and he tried to push away and Kevin just sat there, with a dumb look on his face. I pulled the white tee shirt Nick wore underneath away and gasped out in shock at what I saw and Kevin leaned over and paled Nick slapped my hands away, harder than necessary as he calmly buttoned his shirt back up and glared at me all the while.
"Nick…what was that?" I asked and Kevin looked to me.
"It was your proof Joe…Jackson Spence branded our brother."
"I did more than that Joseph." A chilling voice whispered from nowhere and I watched Kevin stiffen and look around, instantly grabbing Nick's shoulder but Nick looked lazily around, not one sign of fear on his face or in his strangely empty eyes.
"Where are you?" Nick called bravely, his gaze searching every crevice and shadow for something unseen. The voice laughed coldly and Nick stood slowly, pulling Kevin up with him and he took the back of my hand and pulled me up as well. "Go away." Nick ordered, his voice low and colder than I've ever heard it before and filled with so much authority that Kevin and I jumped, both looking at Nick like he had just grown chicken wings.
"No, I don't think I will. Not without you any way." The voice sneered and Nick caught my gaze and I saw the ounce of fear in his eyes and I realized that he knew he had no control over this voice…Jackson Spence, but he could sure as well try.
"I'm not coming with you so just leave us be!" Nick yelled to the ceiling and he laughed again and this time, I saw his eyes appear right next to me and I screamed bloody murder. Nick suddenly yanked me away from him and forced us behind him and Kevin forced him behind us. He just laughed and Nick shivered behind us, backing away a bit, but I thought nothing of it only because I knew he was afraid, try as he may to be brave, there was no finding the truth of his fear from his eyes.
"I will not leave you…I will only make your worst nightmare come to life." He said, quite happily and I stiffed as I felt something cold and sharp rest against my neck and my breathing stopped completely when I realized who, but not why or how.
"Nick…" Kevin whispered and I looked straight ahead and into the mirrors we had taken out to decorate the house with and I have never been more horrified in my life. Nick was holding the dagger like a pro and pressing it against my neck, no remorse in his eyes, only rage and evil, but then again, there was something different about his eyes…I looked closer and I just about fainted when saw the absence of his pupils.
"Nick…why…?" I whispered and Nick chuckled coldly in my ear.
"Because I can."
Chibiyu: Hehe…this chapter was a like five second dream that took so much longer to write but that explains why it is so small. Until next Update!
For those wondering why I am writing so many stories right now, I will glady tell. All of my current stories are going to be short and are very close to being done. It takes me thirty minutes to write a chapter to "Rose Petals," which I will update tomorrow maybe, "Jar Wars," is something I write on sugar rushes and when I am bored so I don't really have to update it soon anyway, "Nightmare" is almost over believe it or not, "Death Has no Hold" is lame and i update it when I feel like it/force myself too and this story is going to be short as well. So yes, I can handle all of this easily so no worries!