Nick PoV (after he runs out the attic-door.)I ran. Yes, I ran, because it was the only reasonable thing for me to do at that moment. What had happened? I questioned myself.
One minute, Jay was in my arms, finally crying her heart out, letting down her tough mask, telling me about the horrible things that man did to her. Her voice as she talked still ringing in my head.
'I was sold to him by my insane mother, who pushed her cigarettes out on me.'
Used as an ashtray, I thought, stumbling through the hall, my hands touching the wall in order to stay erect. My feet hitting countless of wooden crates, sprawled out objects I couldn't place in my hazed mind. Not only of shock blocking my view, but also my tears.
'I didn't give in, not even after a while, not after beatings, threads, starvation or exhaustion. They sometimes barely kept me alive, put me on drugs, cut off my medicines. But I never gave in. I never gave my body, they took it.'
Her whole life, tortured and used. Her whole existence was a walk through hell and beyond. I bit my own fist, trying to keep a cry inside my aching chest. Walking on, the white walls of the goddamned, way to large house, blurring as I ran past.
'He was intrigued by me. Obsessed with breaking me, hurting me. He is addicted to pain, a hurt-junk. He makes my life a living hell, loves the fact that I don't give up, so the only thing I can do is give in, because he hates that.'Still, she had told me so little, just a short snippet of what her life contained, a little of the blackness heart had bared. And already, I felt the need to scream. How strong must this girl be, how much fire must she have.
And then, she had been gone, her hurtful, finally pure face covered by the mask again. Yelling at me to get the hell out, as that man walked in. His creepy blue eyes fixed on her, but quickly shifting to me, with a glance that had made shudders run over my spine and back.
I shuddered again now, turning a familiar corner, finally. Trying to get out of here.
I ran into some junk, stuff that was probably used for things I didn't even want to think about. It fell to the ground with noise that would alarm possibly every person in this building but I didn't notice. Just as I didn't notice the entangled bodies or the animalistic sounds rising from the messy limbs.
I followed a trail of leather and cupboards that looked slightly familiar, as well as the faint trail of blood, backwards.
I finally burst through the curtain. Surprised faces watching my hasty moves as I kept running and leaped off the stage and through the club.
Who was this idiot, that had walked into mine and Jay's encounter? His eyes, a creepy kind of blue, had looked so… hungry, dangerous. Bad.
I wasn't a person that relied on his guts, but when your instincts scream: 'Run!' as well as Jay yelled at my face, you don't really have a choice.
Except when you are Jay, of course.
So I ran, through the exit and over the streets. Running away from the girl that yelled at me, said she hated me! When the only thing I wanted was to help her! Why had she done that, when this dude had come in, who was he and what did he…?
I ran faster, frantic and almost crazy, as I realised who he was; that man was Matt, the man that had hurt Jay so many times, breaking her time after time, and she, once again, had attempted to protect me. Sending me away in the only way she knew; by refusing me, reject and hurt me. She was probably getting punished for whatever that man came up with. For me. Because of me.
Then, suddenly I was in my brother's arms, who was surprisingly close to the club.
"Nick! O god, Nick! You're OK!" Kevin whispered, deep relieve in his voice as he supported my body. Not noticing the tears running over my face, yet.
"don't ever do that again." The shaky voice of Macy added, softly stroking my cheek.
I couldn't smile to reassure them, thought their concern made me warm inside. I could only think of the fact that Jay, didn't have this.
She only had me.
Kind of.
Joe's PoV
Even though I'm principally against breaking in on someone's privacy, I felt no remorse as Stella and I, under the cover of twilight, stood by what was Jay's backdoor.
"Got it!" Stella said and opened the door. Her lock picking skills surprisingly shocking.
"Stella, you're a genius!" I said with a smile. My eyes wide as I stared at the open door.
"I know, love or hate me for it, now come on!" She said, swinging blonde hair out of her face and then urging me in.
We walked in cautiously, not wanting to get caught, though It seemed a kind of normal house.
It very much showed off the poverty of this neighbourhood. We entered a small kitchen, which was attached to an even smaller living room. Old furniture that my mom would've despised , together with a few newer looking cupboards and a freakin' flat-screen.
"Let's see what's in this cupboards." Stella said, taking her job very seriously.
I nodded and walked towards the livingroom. Slowly looking around, as if I was gong to be attacked any minute. Flicking my hair back and scanning the area like a trained ninja.
So far, I didn't see anything serious, except for the horrible taste in colour.
"C'mon, Joe. Search." Stella said, passing by. "We only have this much time to help thepoor girl!"
I nodded. "What about I go search upstairs?"
She nodded and I walked over to the stairs. The steps creaked while I walked upstairs and found my first hint.
A bloody foot print, small and alone, about halfway up the stairs. I looked at it for a second before proceeding. A heavy lump in my throat.
It wasn't that large upstairs either, only a master bedroom, a bathroom and a locked room.
It smelled a bit odd, a little rusty. Almost salty.
I walked into the door on the right, finding a queen-sized bed, a small cupboard, a life-size mirror and some more cabinets in what was probably the largest room in the house as it coverd almost all of the second floor. The master bedroom, of course.
I looked underneath the bed, finding nothing but the smell of bleach. Cleaned. Of what? I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
I looked in the large night-stands where I found nothing but clothes, which was weird. Because a normal person would use the cupboard for that.
Taking a deep breath of expectation, I tried to open the cupboard, surprisingly. It did. And I didn't like what I saw.
"Stella!" I shouted. My eyes fixed on the objects in the cupboard, rage flaming through my chest.
To a normal person, this might, just might have seemed as a hobby of a man and his wife or something, but to us. This was bad.
Stella gasped as she appeared next to me and saw the shiny leather whips. The neatly lined knives. Rolled up black ropes. Thick silver chains. Heavily spiked metals. Pairs of black and red gloves, strongened with what seemed pure gold.
This dude was rich and extremely sick.
"I'm going to puke. Do you think he's using all this on Jay?" Stella asked, her hand in front of her her mouth.
"Yes. I very much think so." I answered through my teeth. Remembering the long scar in the shape of those whips I had seen on Jays shoulder, when her shirt fell of her shoulder hugging Nick.
Needless to say, I hadn't told Nick.
"I've seen enough. I bet ya there's more. But I'm not going to look for it." I said Stella, putting my arm around her shoulder, waiting for approval.
A tear ran over her cheek as she nodded and we hurried out of this devil's place.
We didn't saw the pale blue eyes and the taunting smirk behind the glass.
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"Guys." I started, walking up to the group of people in the alley we separated earlier, with Stella, still shuddering, in tow. "You will not believe what we found."
Then, I saw the scene. Even though it was already really dark; Nick in Kevin's arms. An alarmed expression on my older brothers' usually so carefree face. Macy standing next to them, seemingly having no idea what to do.
"Stella, Joe." She breathed and Nick looked up from Kevin's shoulder. The pain in his eyes making my cringe.
"What happened, you ok?" I automatically asked.
Nick nodded. But I could see he wasn't. Something had shaken him. So I turned to Kevin, with a questioning look. But he just shrugged. There was nothing he knew more then I did either.
"He just came running out of the club like that." Macy said, her hand resting on Nick's shoulder now, leaning against Kevin's to do so. "Something happened. He keeps muttering something about pale eyes."
"Pale blue eyes, doesn't Amelia have blue eyes?" Stella wondered.
Before I could tell Stella that Amelia, Macy's adorable little sister, in fact had in fact very much dark blue eyes and couldn't possibly have anything to do with Nick's state of mind, Macy gasped and said a very un-Macy like word.
"Amelia! I have to go pick her up! She's at Amanda's house and I don't have a car!" Her eyes went wide as she looked at Nick. Afraid he might be to less okay for her to be going.
"Go, pick up Amilia. Make sure she's safe." He said to her, looking at the athlete quite intensele and the way he told her to make sure her little sister was okay gave me shudders. Who wasn't okay?
"I'll bring you. I should've been home hours ago." Stella announced, a little shaky as she let go of my hand. "Joe, Kevin, get Nick home. We'll sort this out later. Joe, tell them what we saw. I'll talk Macy in and she'll talk me in. I'll call you later."
Then, she grasped Macy's hand and started dragging her away.
Macy shot Nick an agonized look and touched his shoulder for a second before walking off.
That touch stirred something in Nick. His eyes became a little clearer and he pried himself from Kevin's embrace.
"I'm fine." He assured Kev, who only hesitatingly was letting his younger brother go. "I'm fine, really. Nothing happened to me. Joe, what did you find?"
I looked at him, realising he really was in control again, his emotions buried as usual.
"Joe." He urged. His eyes on me. The brown eyes having something in them that reminded me of the rage I had felt earlier in the house of doom.
"What we expected, kind of. Torture devices. Whips, knives, ropes, all that." I shuddered, again. "That was just one cupboard."
Nick nodded, as Kevin looked sick and swallowed hard.
Brushing the brown curls, messy from Kevin's hug, out of his face, Nick opened his mouth. But instead of his normal quiet, discribed as angelic and kind voice there was a much deeper and much more scarier voice, that in a honey-slick voice said: "Well, then you know what will be ahead of you..."
In a flash, suddenly, Nick was grabbed and in one fluid movement, thrown against the brick wall by a tall, light-brown haired man.
I heard my brother scream in pain and for the first few seconds, I could only watch, as the man slowly chocked Nick, whose feet were trying to kick him about 2 feet of the ground, before my brotherly instincts kicked in.
"Get your hands off my brother!" I yelled, bolting for him at exactly the same time Kevin did.
"Why should I?" He calmly spoke. Releasing Nick, who fell down, but catching me in my flight, thowing me to the ground as well, with a painful kick in the guts, that making me a
more fortunate person then Kevin, who was slammed against the wall as well. Groaning in pain as his head came in contact with the brick.
A tanned fist inclined with his yaw and he slode down next to Nick on the ground.
The tall man grabbed Nick by the shirt and lifted him up again, but Nick wasn't three points shy of a genius for nothing and I weakly smiled as he high-kicked the man in his chest.
However, the man didn't hiss in pain, as I expected him to. He just laughed, muttered: "So innocent." And then hit Nick in his side, left shoulder and the right side of his neck, freakishly accurate, so that Nick's body, right before my eyes went completely limp. His eyes closed in pain.
He fell to the ground and I saw shocks of pain making his body tremble as the man above him laughed. I had seen one to many kung-fu movies not to know this, apparently real, trick.
I tried to stand up, with screaming pain in my lower abdomen and ran towards the guy. I ran into him with so much speed that he himself was now thrown agains the hard surface of the wall, before I threw my fist at his face.
I realised I missed, when my hand painfully came in contact with the wall and my feet got kicked from underneath me.
My body was caught, one hand around my neck, as the tall bastard held me up in the air.
"You're pretty, you know that?" He said mockingly. "Such a waste to ruin that face."
His hand reached into his pockets. An insane grin on his face.
Behind me, I heard Nick whimper, but unable to help him, kind of helpless myself, I had to ignore him and watch in fright, as the man pulled out a richly decorated knife.
Once again, he muttered: "Such a waste." Before setting the point on my cheek and dragging it towards my jaw.
I screamed, as a bolt of pain shot through my skin. Feeling the blood run over my neck.
The man sighed, in content as he watched me scream, pushing the knife deeper, so I struggled to get away from him. Frantically tugging at his hand around my neck.
"Stop that." Kevin's voice mumbled and his hand got dragged away, my body feeling itself fall down.
"Such stubborn pretty-faces you are." He said, now pointing his knife at Kevin's face. My hand shakily reaching for my own, feeling the sticky liquid on my fingers.
The man tilted his head, in concentration or mockery, I didn't know. I just knew Kevin stood equally concentrated, agony on his face as he saw the bodies of both me and Nick lying behind the man. I had to do something, but I was devided between two brothers.
"Nick." I whispered. Crawling towards my little brother. The rush of adrenaline making me forget my own pain, only worried about his.
"Joe.. I.. Can't.." he moaned, sweat covering his forehead as he closed his eyes. "It hurts."
"He did something with your nerve-system." I heard myself say, my hands reaching to roll him onto his back. He cried out in pain. "Stay here." I ordered, as if he was going to go somewhere and then turned around.
Kevin and our attacker were still staring at each other, as I softly walked up behind the knifeholder.
When I was so close, I was able to touch him, he suddenly turned around and grabbed the collar and the hem of my shirt, smiled, so nicely I almost believed it and then threw me towards Kevin, whom I hit in the chest and we tumbled backwards.
"You'd be pretty for my collection. But your brother has a certain bond I have to break, you see." The pale eyed man reassured us, almost afraid he was hurting our feelings as I hissed in pain. Not feeling any kind of movement from Kevin behind me.
I looked up to the man. His face barely visible in the dark alley. But I could see he was kindly smiling again, insanity in his eyes.
He turned around, towards Nick and even though there was nothing I could do anymore, I streched my hand towards my brother.
The man picked him up, Nick's body now truly without movement, fainted in the pain his nerve-system had caused him, and almost caringly held him to his chest.
"I'll take care of your little brother, don't worry." The man said and walked, towards the light end of the alley. Taking Nick with him out of my reach.
Jay.. Matt.. Pale eyes..
Images started dancing before my eyes as I put two and two together.
Nick in shock.. shining knives.. the queen-sized bed.. the tall man..
This was Jay's prisonkeeper, this was the torturer, I realised just before I blacked out. This man was the one inflicting pain on Jay and maybe many other unfortunate souls.
And he had Nick...
Then, nothing.
Nick PoV.
I woke up to a walking stride. My head resting against unfamiliar warmth I instinctivily shied away from.
The thing holding me laughed. Giggled, almost.
"You're awake." He cooed.
I opened my eyes to a frightening image. Matt, Jay's... I didn't knew what to call him. But he was certainly not good news.
"Let go of me." I pathetically whispered.
He smiled down at me, before gently giving in to my wish and setting me on my feet. In front of a door.
"Go. In." He told me. Happily ordered me and I was completely freaked out by it. I swallowed, my feet feeling like jelly, my brain unable to register anything but the dark wooden door I though tho have seen before and I slowly opened the door, feeling his presence watching me behind him.
I presume he got bored, or annoyed, because I was suddenly shoved in and the door was slammed closed behind me. I leaned against it, knowing it was locked and I closed my eyes for a second.
When I opened them, I realised I was in a small, black room. The only light coming from a window up in a high corner, leaving only one beam of light, moonlight, into the room.
In the vague light, there was only one other thing I saw.
A small, pale form. With flaming red-dyed hair. Still dressed in the white fabric, now stained with fresh blood. A silver shocker around her neck, similiar silver chains holding her hands abover her head, though her head laid on her chest.
For the first time, I saw Jay after Matt, without the interferance of her strange, yet beautiul musical gift I still hadn't figured out.
Her face was covered with a trail of blood from underneath her hair, her lips open as she panted in what I saw as a half-councious state. Accross her bare stomach were red stains, whip stains and her neck and shoulders were decorated in cuts as her arms were decorated in upcoming bruises. All sorts of small red pecks all over her feet and long legs, where he must've used something painfully spiky.
Her hair fell over her face, but I was sure there were tears in her eyes. So much pain inflicted on what seemed now like such a small creature. That must be unbearable.
"Jay." my lips whispered as I stumbled towards her, partly because of my legs still feeling like jelly and the other because of what I saw.
She looked up, tear stains on her cheeks, her green eyes only vagually recognising me.
I cringed when I realised I was responsible for that and sank down next to her.
"What..?" She asked.
"I'm sorry.." I answered.
"I didn't.. I couldn't?" She whispered, gasping, in pain and in horror.
"I know. Shh."
I embraced her. It didn't matter anymore now anyway and supported her body. My head resting on her shoulder.
Both our tears fell on the ground and I stared towards the moon outside the small window, hoping Joe and Kevin were better off then we were.
yay, I updated and Sorry, it's crappy.. I'm not good with fight scenes and this was overal not the best thing that I've ever written, but it just wouldn't work today...
Hope you enjoyed. Cya next update... this time hopefully a little faster
Love you all
~silver