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I NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL OWN JONAS!!!!!!
(NICK'S POV) I looked down into it and saw nothing but the reflection of the gray clouds, just like I expected. I turned away from it, intending to go for a walk or something, when a hand shot out from the depths of the pond and grabbed my ankle, yanking me off my feet and pulling under the surface without making a ripple and me without a scream.
,……….,
(FARREN'S POV)
He was going to pay. Next time I see that boy, I will kill him with the first chance I get, and then, my own life will be saved and I will not be a burden and chaos bringer; I would be a Queen of the stars.
,……….,
(KEVIN'S POV) "Ok," Joe interrupted. "This is not a short or sane sounding story, so please no interruptions and you both may want to sit down." The girls did so. I picked up where Joe left off.
"Nick is…well, he is not…he is kind of going insane."
NICK'S POV
What exactly is insanity? Is it the loss understanding, pure craziness, or is it when fear and paranoia drive you over the edge of your mind and you fall in a dark abyss you call your soul…For me, it is more of the last one. I was pushed and pulled, screaming and fighting, over the edge of my sanity, running from the life I once lived, but still denied living. That is my insanity, and I live it every day.
Where did it lead me? To my death may be an appropriate answer, but I wasn't dead yet. After the cold and slimy hand gripped my ankle and forced my under the surface of the only portal into my past clan, all I thought of was how stupid I was for coming back, for walking into the arms of my own destiny, of my death. Child of Chaos, Son of the Stars, your destiny of death awaits…
I was even warned, but yet I remained ignorant and uncaring. Anger aimed at my stupidity and fear for my life mixed in my heart and created an earthquake that shook my soul and eliminated the thoughts in my head until all that existed was fear and anger. That was when I felt the crushing pressure of a mind that was not my own, of a presence that radiated of power, of a force that was filled with anger of its own, and the intimidating feeling of hatred. It smashed my senses to bits and compressed all emotions until none were present. I felt it blot out my control and it forced me into darkness.
MACY'S POV
I listened intently to Joe and Kevin's words, and truthfully, I was waiting for them to scream: April Fools! Or something…But this is unreal and unbelievable.
"Joe, no offense," I inserted nicely, "but you do realize that this makes it sound that you are the insane ones, and not Nick, right?"
"Yeah guys," added Stella."How gullible do you think Macy and I are anyway? I mean, the only thing insane here, are your sweatpants."
I rolled my eyes, leave it to Stella to point out flaws in clothes. I mean, I preferred the skinny jeans, but what fan didn't? Joe and Kevin rocked sweatpants though.
"We know it sounds even more insane than Kevin's recent dream." Joe stated.
"You mean the one about the dancing sunflowers that laid eggs that hatched into guitar playing tigers and otters playing the trumpet?" I asked. Stella looked at Kevin like he was crazy but Kevin just smiled, obviously lost in the memory of the dream.
"Yes, that one. Can we get back to Nick?" Joe asked, in his voice was faint irritation. I just nodded.
"Ok, well Nick is seriously going insane. He believes that he is not our brother! How can that even be possible?"
"I don't know, weren't you guys there when he was born and scarred for life from it?" asked Stella. I made my "eww" face and Kevin nodded, like he was still haunted by the memories.
"Yeah, but ever since…I'd better start at the beginning." Joe said and Kevin looked at him worried. "No Kev, I am gonna say this." Joe answered Kevin's gaze, and Kevin nodded, threw his hands up, and backed off.
"Ok, well, you all remember that incident in the parking lot, right?" We all nodded, and even Kevin seemed curious. "That is where it all started. I was frozen in my spot and Nick was literally 20 feet away from me and had less than a second to act. But suddenly, he was by my side and attempting to push me away when the back end of the car spun around. He grabbed me, like in a hug and jumped over the truck. What he told you is a lie. I have been thinking about it for awhile now, and his story doesn't add up, until recently anyway…Wait…It…it can't be…" Joe paused, a shocked and confused look on his face.
I reached my hand forward and waved it front of his motionless face. "Joe of Jonas?" I asked, carefully and concern filled my voice. He blinked.
"That truck did not have a driver…and that girl…she was there, leaning against a light post…watching the entire thing. And when Nick kept looking over his shoulder that day, it must have been her!"
"Ok, first, What? Second, Nick has a stalker besides Macy?" Stella questioned. I laughed; everyone knew I was over that.
Kevin answered Stella for Joe. "The girl isn't exactly a stalker. She isn't normal either. She shows up at random times and tries to murder Nick, but she bit off more than she can chew with our brother."
"Murder?" I whispered, my voice shaking with fear and rage. When I get my hands on that girl…
Joe nodded. "You don't want to cross her though Mace. Like Kevin said, she isn't normal…and neither is Nick. They both possess this really freaky and powerful power that we know little to nothing about. We watched Nick become consumed by it and he almost killed that girl for endangering our lives, and he almost killed me. Those rips in my clothes were not a scissor accident, but Nick's doing. But it wasn't his fault. He can't really control it. But he blames himself for everything, because he almost took two lives in one night and he is scared out of his wits that it will happen again, though he won't admit it."
Kevin stepped in. "He seems to be getting better at it. I mean, that last fight, an hour or two ago, was quicker and more controlled. But something didn't seem right with him after it, before it or during it. He looked extremely stressed and sad, like he saw something he wished he never had to see. That girl did something to him when he was walking home, and he wasn't the same when we found him in that forest clearing, with the girl watching him. In fact, he…he was crying…"
I stared at Kevin's face blankly. I could tell he was telling the truth from his sad and hurt voice, but still I question him, I mean, Nick never cried.
"Are you... serious?" I whispered. Both of my previous idols just stared at me, a pained look on both of their faces.
"No, no, this can't be... poor Nick." Stella said, burying her head in her hands. I watched her as if she was insane herself. If this was only the reaction to the news of what happened, how must poor sensitive Nick feel?
"We have to help him!" I said my eyes wide as I looked at my friends. "He's in trouble and in pain. We need to help him..."
Kevin and Stella nodded but Joe looked unenthusiastic. "We don't even know where to find him. When we were talking to him, he looked broken, and then he vanished, in thin air, like he did in the last fight with the girl."
I nodded. "Tell us about the girl and the fights. Clues might be in past." Joe nodded, but Kevin spoke.
"It is really scary. The first fight happened in this very room. Long story short, the girl pushed Joe down, put her foot on his neck while I was being slowly strangled by enchanted carpet and about to be crushed by Nick's floating drums. Nick snapped and his eyes turned a cold and merciless black. He forced the girl off Joe with a blast of wind and pushed the falling drums away from me and the storm outside broke the windows and he turned the rain into ice knives to cut through the carpet. He did something to the girl that Joe did not see because he fainted from lack of air, and the girl was suddenly withering in pain. But she attacked him and knocked him back a few feet him a wall of hardened air. The girl turned into a jaguar, but Nick stopped that, and she turned invisible, but Nick stopped that as well. "
Joe took over the crazy story. "Nick was in front of me at the time and the girl turned the rain into little pins of ice and hurled them at Nick. If he moved, they would have hit me, but at the last second, he caused the ice to turn to water which the girl used to make a tidal wave and throw him out the window. But he somehow managed to make the glass from our shattered windows fly up at slowly drive into the girl. He flipped through the only intact window and walked in front of the girl and watched her pain."
Kevin started again. "I went to Nick to stop him, but he flung me back, and I found a shard of glass in my hair and blood coming form my head. Joe made his way to Nick and tried to stop him, and Nick made a wind that tore Joe's clothes. Joe hung on to him, not wanting to get blown down and Nick turned some of the glass onto him and brought blood. But after a few words and an eternity later, Joe got to Nick and the glass stopped in Joe and the girl's skin, and then after a few more words, the glass fell and shattered. The girl disappeared and Nick fainted."
"But the fight wasn't what scared me," Joe said, his voice so quiet I could hardly hear him. "It was the look of power and insane happiness in Nick's black eyes when he caused the girl pain and the look of joy when he caused us pain. That was the first time I was truly afraid of Nick, of my own brother…"
I nodded and struggled not to shake for tears for Joe and fear. "And the second fight?"
Kevin answered. "Nick seemed more in control. It happened when we found Nick in the forest, after the girl vanished. She came back and Nick must have seen her or something because the next thing Joe and I know, we are behind an impenetrable shield, and Nick was trapped inside, facing the girl. It lasted under two minutes and basically, the girl turned leaves into daggers, Nick teleported behind her and it became a battle of mind that Nick, of course, won. But he was exhausted and all that and something definitely was bothering him. We got home, and he asked us 'What if I told you I am not your brother?' We tried to talk with him, but it seemed to much for him, and he teleported again, or just went invisible…it is impossible to tell the difference."
I nodded again. But this time, my brain was working overtime. Macy Misa was not an all A student and the best strategy maker on any field for nothing you know. "He is the forest clearing."
"Macy, you are a genius!" beamed Joe. He kissed my cheek and I managed to hold down the scream and not pass out from it. But, OMJ, a JONAS just kissed my cheek!
FARREN'S POV
The head of the council, whose name I never bothered to remember, approached me. I got up and followed him. He led me through the farthest and oldest wing of the underground palace of Ignotus. Faded gold and silver lined the walls and cobwebs covered the numerous cracked mirrors. Old paintings of children lined the walls, and their glassy and vacant stares followed me as we walked. Our footsteps echoed, curiously loud on the dust covered floor and I felt my stomach tighten.
Somehow I knew this was about my double failure. Somehow I sensed torture, and possibly my own execution. But I let no traces of fear show in my face, though my heart screamed of it. I faced death many times before, and sometimes, I yearn for it. But not today, today my hatred towards the Lucas brat kept me alive and fighting, it kept me sane.
The darkly cloaked man in front of me stopped outside a large, splintered, and old dark wood door. It was medieval style and the handle was a ring. He opened the door with a loud Creeeeeaak, and shoved me inside.
I looked around, and saw white walls and chipped paint. The room was empty at first glance, but when a figure shifted in a shadow covered corner, I was instantly on the alert. The figure rose and it stood about 2 inches taller than me, it had a mess of curly hair, and its eyes reflected the little light we had. Its eyes were brown, but they had black smeared around the outside edge of the iris's and black streaks all throughout the eye. The figure looked possessed, manipulated, controlled, by an angry spirit that wanted revenge. The figure stepped into the light, and I actually took a step back at the sight.
"Nick…"
Koutai: Wow, Farren actually called him Nick. How do you like it? I only like the Farren and Nick POV parts because they were more my writing style. Macy's POV was really just more filling the girls in and everything so sorry if that made people bored. Until next update!