Hello, double the updating again! One from Chase, one from Adam! That's us, heehee! Here's my chapter, hope you all enjoy! Oh me and Chase are so excited to hear what everyone thinks of these two new chapters, tell us what you all like and what you think of them, okay? Alright, here we go! Enjoy! Disclaimer: Me and Love-san DO NOT own BTR! We just own the ideas of this story and the insanity along with it, nothing else! Again, enjoy!


'What time is it?' James mused tiredly in his head, hazel-green eyes slowly fluttering open as he sat up and rubbed his head.

He felt warm, strong arms holding him by the waist, restricting his movement some. With a bit of confusion he looked down, realizing he was in his bed, to see what…or who was holding him so tenderly.

Kendall's face, smooth and peaceful in sleep, was the first thing he saw.

James resisted the urge to gasp out loud and rip himself from the other's presence, eyes flashing red for a split second before…they softened in recognition.

He remembered now: the fight, Kendall calling him a monster, the sudden malfunction the half android experienced, James losing grip on his steel wall and fear filling him before using his powers to save him; visions of them talking also flooded back to him, he…having the will to actually talk about Chase.

Chase…

Kendall now knew about him, the one James missed so much and because of that there was an emptiness left behind after his death, the reason why the brunette prince was losing control over himself.

He was losing control over himself, and his emotions.

Wait his emotions…!

'I don't have them anymore, my emotions are gone but…then how did I have the courage to tell Kendall about Chase? I wouldn't have done that if they weren't here inside my head still. There's only one way to find out. Emotions that make up my face, if it is true then show me that you all have left without a trace…'

"Open the gate to my mind, grant my wish and leave nothing in sight…" James recited part of the spell in his head and the seal out loud, careful not to wake the sleeping blonde as he closed his eyes and concentrated.

He pressed his hands, once free from under Kendall, to his temples and steadied his breathing, trying to see if he could call out to them, any of them.

You believe you will survive…

James' eyes popped open at his voice, cold sweat forming along his left brow.

'I can still hear him…!'

You're wasting your time; they will all just die…

James flinched as a heartbeat started to echo in his head, hands clawing up to grip at his hair.

'You're a lair, you can't hurt me…'

A flashback of Chase's face, Kendall's words from earlier; James' eyes soon began to glow a bright white, the shadows in the room rising from the floor, intend to overwhelm as their faces started to take shape with long, jagged teeth and crimson eyes.

You can't deny your fate…

The shadows grew arms, grew legs; they loomed over the brunette and hissed, Kendall unable to hear them.

It will not be long, for the long-desired date…

They growled and hissed, moaned and groaned; they rose swords over James' head, the bracelets on his wrists preventing him from flying and commanding them to leave.

They cannot truly hurt him; he was their king, the one meant to take over as king and rule them.

To rule them and his people as king, while he enslaved other worlds, other universes and let no one live to escape the nightmares and pitch black nights he was to bring.

'No, you can't hurt me! You can't hurt me because….!'

"He's here!" James growled, the white aura making his eyes glow soon pouring from his mouth; the shadows' eyes grew wide as the pure energy touched their clothes, their faces and hands. They dropped their swords and began to back away into the nearest wall, James rising from his bed and following their retreating heels.

"Tell him that he'll need to try harder to control me again; I just need to think of Chase, I think of him and he can't say a word! He's powerless against my memories of Chase, against Chase and…Kendall, he can't touch me. So go, tell him that I won't let him win another round so easily!"

'Spirits of Zereth, please hold close these words on my lips; have my dark side relinquish his sinister grip!'

"Open the gate to my mind; grant my wish and leave nothing in sight…!" The floor of the room began to cave in, the shadows screaming from the white chains bounding them by the wrists and ankles.

James raised one hand then clenched it to a fist, the white aura growing in size around his fingers.

"Away with you, leave me alone!" An explosion, followed by echoing shrieks as the shadows disappeared into the mouth of the bottomless darkness, the floor returning to normal while James' eyes were now their natural, true hazel-green.

The brunette fell to his knees, clutching at the front of his sweater while breathing heavily; it…i-it worked.

The spell, a spell he just made up on the spot while thinking of Chase, it had somehow did what the Restrain Spell in one of his books could not: tame his other side.

At least, tame his other side for a while; there was no telling how long this peace would last, but somehow it had worked.

How could he do all this, when just hours ago he was struggling with the pain, the voice in his head telling him over and over how…he was to fulfill the terrible truth of his life.

Wait, the terrible truth?!

James turned his head to see Kendall still asleep on his bed, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. The brunette got up and sat down beside him, reaching out slowly to brush the blonde's warm, pale right cheek.

Not too long ago he was disgusted by the other boy, all he wanted was to destroy him and then everyone else, make them pay and watch them suffer.

He was so close to…actually allowing his other side to do what he wanted; to kill, to do so many unspeakable things, unspeakable and terrible things.

But now, he had retained some control, some control his other side could not take away.

When he told Kendall about Chase, he could not hear him speaking; of course, James was stronger when his memories weren't sad, when his dreams weren't haunted or thoughts malicious.

His heart, his heart wasn't completely evil; there something of his humanity still intact, working.

'Something Kendall made come out of me, something that I thought was gone forever when you died, Chase…' James thought, a mixture of awe and fear welling in his stomach.

Was it possible that…he wasn't what he was saying he was?

A flash pulled the brunette out his thought bubble, the built-in projector in his room blaring the time: 5:45 P.M.

It won't be long before dinner; a thorn of panic sliced through James as he thought about the classes he failed to attend, only to remember Kendall telling him Kelly canceled all classes and the afternoon therapy session thanks to his little…outburst this morning.

He wouldn't be surprised if at dinner or by early tomorrow, he'd be subjected to his testing early for his little stunt.

'But I did not hurt anyone; I was so close but I managed to stop, I did not-'He began when his face paled.

Wait, Carlos Garcia! That hyper S from group, the one who could read everyone's mind even if he didn't want to, the one who could read people's minds even when asleep himself and see their emotions!

H-He had attacked him, punched him in the stomach and left him out cold; that's why he and Kendall began fighting in the first place, because the brunette had hurt his friend…

James suddenly rose from his bed and pulled his hood over his head, looking back at Kendall briefly before slipping through his bedroom door.

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Logan jumped a little, trying to keep his eyes open.

He was in Carlos' room, said Hispanic boy lying motionless in his bed, eyes closed and breathing faint but there. His tousled black hair was messier than before, face still a little pale.

The taller boy sighed, running a hand through his own raven hair.

After James' little show in group, Kendall and Logan had rushed Carlos to the patient infirmary. There under Gustavo's orders millions of nurses took the small boy away and looked him over, did tests and such while leaving his two best friends on edge; thankfully no broken bones or damaged organs were found but the punch had enough force to cut through Carlos' skin, leaving a gash in his lower stomach. The blow to the head left with him with a swollen bump at the back of his skull, ice pack in the pillow the nurses gave Logan to help reduce the swelling.

According to the nurses Carlos wasn't in any danger, and he should wake up in a few hours or so.

But Logan wished he wake up sooner! This suspense was killing him, his best friend in the whole wide world was still as a corpse and there was nothing he could do to help!

'Carlitos please wake up, please! I know you can hear me even in your sleep, so please try to wake up! Wake up, please for me!' Logan moaned in his head, tears threatening to spill down his thin cheeks again, he resting his head on the other's chest and breathing in his warm scent.

"P-Please, wake up Carlos…!"

"I didn't know I did so much damage to him…" Logan gasped and sharply turned his head to Carlos' bedroom door, which was now ajar; James stood there, hood up to hide his face with wide, deeply tormented hazel-green eyes.

Logan's temper flared, he jumping to his feet and throwing his arms out, stance like a human shield. "Stay away, get out of here now! You try something else and I'll kill you, you hear me I'll kill you! I won't let you hurt Carlos again, YOU HEAR ME?!"

James flinched at the outburst but didn't protest; he did deserve it. "I just came to-"

"What, you're here to try and hurt him again?! Well I won't let you, one more step and I won't be afraid to use my power of mind control and force you out! I'll manipulate you, just like you do to others!" Logan snarled with eyes dark and deadly. His tone was practically dripping with venom.

James sighed and whispered an incantation under his breath; his body collapsed to the floor suddenly, leaving behind….a shadowy spirit in his shape surrounded by black aura, one eye red the other white.

Logan felt all the blood drain from his face, body shaking now.

"W-What are you…?"

"This is my soul, astral projection; I can leave my body, my physical body, at will with a simple spell. You can't use your mind control on me in this state, and you can't control a physical body without its soul in the deal." The shadow said, its voice James' to the T.

Logan gulped but glared fiercely at the ghostly brunette, not moving a muscle away from Carlos' body.

'Just like Chase….Logan will do anything to protect Carlos, just like Chase did for me.' James thought nostalgically, ignoring the sad memories beginning to fill his head again.

"I-If you want to get to Carlos, you'll have to go through me first!" Logan warned, body still shaking but voice steady, determined. There was no way he was going to let this guy hurt his best friend again, not again!

James sighed once more before he closed his eyes; in a flash he was gone, Logan looking frantically around him before he let out a yell, soon crashing into the nearest wall; he slid to the floor and clutched his left side, choking on the growing pain while he watched with horror-filled eyes as…James' soul form hovered over the sleeping Carlos!

"N-NO! YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Logan forced himself to stand and ran, throwing his hands out; James paralyzed him however with one lock of the eyes, the smart boy's muscles locking tightly and jaw clenching closed so he couldn't speak.

"I'm only here to help; have you tried healing him yourself, don't your powers work on physical, emotional and mental injuries?" James asked; he got a stiff nod in return.

"I-I can, b-b-but something's keeping m-m-me from doing t-that", Logan managed to say through gritted teeth, tongue to the roof of his mouth.

James bit his lower lip and turned back to Carlos' sleeping form, thinking hard.

'My powers, I must have accidently put him in a trance. Of course, the cut! My powers must have entered him through that; the only way to break the trance is to extract what's doing it! For me the trance is a way for me to control my powers even when asleep but for him, for him it will just keep him like this until his body gives in and…he dies. I have to take away what's keeping him this way but…that was his doing, if I take it away I might just end up losing my grip again. So if I can't take it out, I'll just have to overpower it.'

"Listen to me", James began, glancing at Logan over his shoulder, "I can help you; he's in a trance, my powers have trapped him in this sleep, a sleep that for someone like me would help keep me in balance. For a…full human like him however, it will leave him in a comatose state, eating away at him until his body gives in and dies."

Logan's eyes widen in terror at the last word, James quick to continue. "But if you let me use my powers again, I might just be able to break the trance and you can heal him yourself with your powers. Once I do he'll be free but you must trust me, you have to trust me or this won't work; my powers are not just effected by my emotions but also by those around me. Do we have a deal?"

Logan looked torn; why trust the person who put Carlos in a coma in the first place?! B-But if it was the only way, damn it…!

"O-Okay!"

"Good, then wait for my signal." James said before turning back to Carlos and lifting up his hands; he closed his eyes and chanted a mantra under his breath, hands glowing white each time it was repeated. He spread out his fingers and let the white aura wrap around the Hispanic boy's limp frame like a tight bubble, Logan watching with a mixture of awe and shock.

'Please, please let this work! My powers within me, as you flow through every pore hear me and undo this dark deed! Break the Mediation Trance and set this fiery spirit free!'

"Open the gate to my mind; grant my wish and leave nothing in sight!" Large pools of black aura left Carlos' weak body, all twisting and spinning like a top over him as the glow from James' hands drove them away; James opened his mouth, nearly gagging in pain when the darkness forced itself down his throat, back deep into him while the white enveloped the sleeping boy.

James fell to his knees once more, clutching his neck as the darkness inside tried to break free.

"N-Now Logan, use your powers to heal him!"

Logan's body lost its stiffness as James released him, he tripping a bit on his feet before he was over Carlos with his hands over his chest, closing his eyes tight and focusing all his energy on the smaller boy; a light blue shimmer grew to a glow around Carlos' body, his breathing regulating while the color rushed to his cheeks and neck, the skin back to its healthy, rich tan.

James lifted his head weakly, panting while he noticed a strange welt on his right wrist; it was pitch black, curving and crawling around his hand like smoke. It was outlined in red, like blood from a third-degree burn.

'No…'

"CARLOS!" The brunette blinked and saw…the Hispanic boy now awake and sitting up, a dazed look in his sweet brown eyes.

"H-Huh, what happened? Logie…?" His voice was hoarse and rough, expression completely lost; Logan didn't say a word, only choked on his tears of joy as he threw his arms around the smaller boy in a tight hug, burying his face into his chest.

"Oh Carlos, thank God! You're awake, I was afraid you weren't going to ever…!"

"Never wake up, Logie what do you mean? Don't cry Logie, I-I'm okay!" Carlos said with a small smile, rubbing the taller boy's back soothingly.

James allowed his soul form weakly slide back into his body, he sitting up on his spot on the floor and trying to control the wave of sensations coursing through him.

He was too weak, his emotional strength was too weak, even with his personal spell in place; he couldn't even sense the unwelcomed eyes watching them from the hallway.