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I NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL OWN JONAS!!!!!! BUT I DO OWN FARREN AND THE IGNOTUS CLAN!!!


(FARREN'S POV)

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…"


JOE'S POV

As Kevin drove us to the forest path, the car was completely silent. I rested my cheek against the cold window, beside myself with worry and irritation. Why did Nick always run off when we needed him to stay? Does he know the danger he could get in? I thought he was supposed to be the mature, responsible, serious, wise and knowing brother. He was supposed to know these things!

"You guys seem to be taking this all pretty well." remarked Stella. I shook my head at her, and she quieted down, finally seeing the haunted look of pain behind mine and Kevin's eyes.


FARREN'S POV

Nick advanced towards me, his eyes full of nothing. I stood my ground and did not allow any emotions to show in my own eyes. This time, I would come out victorious, this time he would be cast away in defeat and his life would be the cost. I widened my stance into an offensive position and called on the power that shifted in the farthest corner of my mind, ready to take my revenge. All Nick did was smile a cold and cruel smile that did not reach his dead eyes. Wait a moment…

No time to think now. Nick lunged at me, his hands wrapping around my throat in a vice grip. For a moment, I lost concentration and gasped like a fish out of water. But I had the power of the stars and wouldn't be taken down that easily!

I threw him away and slammed him against the wall farthest from me. He hissed in pain and my hand went to my throbbing neck. The black in his dual colored eyes seemed to pulse larger and I felt a wall of icy air blast to me and it cut into my skin, as if the air held invisible razors. I ignored the blood that now ran down my arms, cheek, and legs and I focused on fulfilling my own destiny of killed the last unrestrained child of the stars, the last untamed child of chaos.

The dust on the floor gave me an idea. I lifted the grey particles from the creaking wood floor and forced them all together. I needed more than just air to fight with, so I turned the dust into a battering ram that knocked down the door. I could have probably just willed the door to open, but this way was more fun and loud.

I raced, no I flew out the door, with Nick hot on my tail. I spun to a stop at the end of the hall with the pictures of the old children of the stars, and Nick did the same at the opposite end. I looked into the vacant and glassy eyes of the nearest portrait. It was a girl with long curly blond hair and blue eyes very similar to mine. I closed my eyes and called upon her spirit which was said to live inside the painting and could be called upon in times of need, like all blessed children did after they passed into the void and finally became one with the stars.

I extended my mind out to all of the portraits and opened my white eyes to watch the scene unfold. Ghosts stepped from their pictures, all milky white and barely visible. All had ripped clothes, pupil less eyes and blood stains on there clothes from where they were killed. All turned towards Nick and floated towards him, murder on their lifeless faces.

Nick's strangely void eyes widened in what would be shock, if they would express any emotions. He desperately tried to open the door behind him, but I had locked it. In a panic, he blasted a wind at the body less souls, but to no avail. They crowed around him and he was blocked from my view.

But I knew exactly what was happening. The spirits reached out and scratched Nick with very real claws; they ripped his skin, pulled his hair, and whispered words of my hatred to him. I heard his disemboded scream and something in my mind stopped.

I quickly called the spirits off of him and thanked them before they floated back into their peaceful sleep inside their paintings. Nick was sitting on his knees, his pale hands covering his pale face. I walked towards him at a quick pace and I saw thin streams of blood fall from his hands, cheeks, arms, head, and legs; no part of him was spared from the spirits wraith. I kneeled in front of him and listened to his labored breathing.

His hands suddenly flew from his face and I was through away from him, and trapped on the floor by an overturned statue, with a marble sword hanging, inches from my throat.

Nick walked up to me and glared at me with his weird emotionless eyes. I allowed my fear to show for the first time in my blue ones, and I ignored the warning of death that my power was sending me.

"Nick? Are you in there?" I asked, feeling quite stupid. He just continued starring at me, but something small moved in his eyes, like a sleeping dragon finally waking.

"Nick, fight their control. You are not their puppet, like I am. You have a live not bound to the scum bags in the council, you can fight." Nick blinked once and a small inkling of the black in his eyes receded. But the door behind us flew open with a bang and the dark robed man, whose name still escapes me, walked in and stood next to Nick.

"I am afraid you are wrong child. He is my puppet now, and you are no longer needed." I glared at the man and dared to ask one question.

"How?"

The man grinned. "Children of the Stars may not be able to take control of minds, but that doesn't mean everyone else can't. You see, young Farren, more than stars fall to the earth and I am the last of my kind and have been for 400 years. Children of Space, me, are not hindered by the rules you are. We focus with mind control and manipulation. Less powerful that you are, I am sure, but useful nonetheless. Nicholas, finish her."


NICK'S POV

All I saw was darkness and all I felt was pain from an unseen source. I felt my energy drop as my power was used without my consent and I struggled to keep my fear at bay from the compressing force that was in control of my mind. For once, I was utterly powerless and alone, lost in my fear, and shoved away by something unknown.

But I fought. I poured the remainder of my strength and energy into my power and fought against the iron chains around my conscious. The chains loosened at snails pace, but still, their hold lessened. I forced my last bit of energy into the final blow and the chains loosened enough for me to think, see, and continue battling for the possession of my soul.

"Nick? Are you in there?" I heard her ask in a small, embarrassed voice. I fought even harder against the control, but my progress was slow and slowing with each breath I took.

"Nick, fight their control. You are not their puppet, like I am. You have a live not bound to the scum bags in the council, you can fight." I blinked once at the confidence behind her voice and it suddenly became a bit easier to fight against the suffocating hold on my mind.

"I am afraid you are wrong child. He is my puppet now, and you are no longer needed." Farren glared at the man and dared to ask one question.

"How?"

The man grinned. "Children of the Stars may not be able to take control of minds, but that doesn't mean everyone else can't. You see, young Farren, more than stars fall to the earth and I am the last of my kind and have been for 400 years. Children of Space, me, are not hindered by the rules you are. We focus with mind control and manipulation. Less powerful that you are, I am sure, but useful nonetheless. Nicholas, finish her."

My power obediently stirred and the sword quivered in the air, but it did not fall. I was suppressing my own power now, willing it with everything I had to stay back. I am not a killer, I won't do it! I screamed silently in my head.

"Nicholas, do as I say. End her life!" The man sounded angry but I dared not met his eyes. I just starred into the pale blue ones of the girl that was facing her death.

No, I won't. The pressure of the hold intensified until it felt like it was crushing my brain. I wanted to die from the pain, but I would not give up, I just kept fighting with my diminishing strength.

"Nick," Farren whispered. My hands went to my head, as if that gesture could stop the power from collapsing my head. "Nick, fight it. You are not a killer, like I am. You have a future so fight it!"

Her soft voice rang louder than the robed man's screams and I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst of my internal battle. I pushed my way through the layers of darkness that were put up to cover my soul and with each push I made, it felt like a fire was burning through my body and scorching my fighting mind. But I made it.

"Get out of my head." I whispered painfully, but strongly. I did not need my eyes open to see the surprise on the mans face. But his manipulative presence did not leave. As weak and exhausted as I was, I still managed to find the strength I needed to force him from my mind and it felt as if a giant and very sticky Band-Aid was ripped from my forehead, only leaving the pain.


(FARREN'S POV)

I watched, proud and jealous of Nick as he fought. I was only jealous because it took me so much longer to fight their hold, and up until now, I had no idea how they did it. I saw Nick's eyes turn back to their normal brown and the man stumbled back a step and Nick fell to his hands and knees. I pushed the sword and statue from me and glared at my robed figure. But, with terror, I realized Nick and I were too tired and weak to use more of our powers, without endangering our lives. Calling the spirits of the past took mountain sized amount energy and Nick's experience was just as bad, if not worse.

He could barely stay conscious, and I could barley stand. The robed man laughed at our pathetic state and he raised his hand, smacking me hard in the face and throwing me to the ground. I was used to this stinging pain though, and I glared even more at the man.

The man smirked and his eyes glinted evilly. He turned his gaze towards Nick and kicked him hard in the stomach, again and again. I heard something crack and my heart stopped from the amount of pain in Nick's eyes. No one but me can hurt that bratty boy! My soul, mind and heart turned into an inferno of rage and anger that no cage could contain. I unleashed my fire of emotions at him, and he slammed into the wall, in a dead faint.

My vision blurred, but after a moment, it cleared. I turned to Nick and saw him laying a pool of his own blood. I needed to get him out of here. I grabbed him and risked teleporting to the portal, and then I dragged him through, feeling the familiar blast of warm air as we stepped into different worlds.


KEVIN'S POV

We ran to the clearing and stopped dead. At the edge of the pond, were Nick and the girl. But the girl was not showing any signs of hostility, she just was whispering words into his ear. I saw that she was cut up pretty badly, but the cuts were fading into thin scars, that faded as well. Her skin was paler than normal and her eyes held fear and sadness. She looked at us sadly, and I finally saw the state my brother was in.

He was lying on his back, in the girl's arms, paler than any ghost or vampire, and covered in slowly healing deep bloody gouges. His breathing seemed labored and pained and his shirt was ripped, exposing massive bruises on his ribs and stomach. His eyes were clenched closed and his face contorted with massive amounts of pain that caused my heart to break. He suddenly turned his head and coughed violently. Only when blood dripped from his lips did I realize how bad this was.


Koutai: …………………yeah, please don't hate me for this. Until next update!