A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for the reviews! Special thanks to Ottercub, thank you so much, and I'll go get those authors at the library, the ones you suggested.

Also much thanks to Eiflen, and Justsomeone who review all of my work, thanks guys! Plus thanks to Lady Cordelia who was very kind with her review. Thanks everyone!



I discovered something very amazing the next morning; five has an a.m. I know this because I woke up, (third time) finding it hard to sleep. I don't sleep well when people are mad at me. Anyway I decided I wasn't going to try to go back to bed this time.

I let the previous night's memories flood my mind, and the more I thought about it the more I realized something. I AM a kid, not an adult so why do I have to work like one? No one gives me any slack for missing out on kid stuff so why should they yell for two hours straight when I make a little itty bitty mistake. Okay so it wasn't itty bitty, but it was a mistake. A big mistake, but nonetheless a mistake. I said I was sorry, and that should have been enough. So they help me clean up the mess, or they punish me somehow, but they had no right to yell like that and hurt my feelings.

Personally I would rather be punished than be yelled at. I can't stand people yelling at me, it's just the way I am. Maybe it's because when I was a kid I was always trying to impress my brother's older friends to make him look like less of a mom. As I said he was always watching me while my parents traveled, and his friends would call him sissy names. When WildWing would yell at me, it killed because I was trying so hard. I hate screaming I can't stand people screaming. My grandparents did that a whole lot. They were always around helping out WildWing. I never took a great liking to them. Always yelling at each other, it's horrible that feeling of hatred. They yelled at each other, WildWing, my parents and of course me. They'd never stop screaming, and it sickened and frustrated me that no matter what I did there would always be screaming. So that's why I am the way I am today. I'd rather be grounded or something any day than be yelled at. I know it might sound crazy but it's the truth, I don't like people being hostile towards one another, I just like it when everyone gets along.

Well that's all besides the point. The point was (to me anyway) that I was a kid and so I should be treated, and my other point is that no one should yell at someone who was sorry for a mistake they made considering the circumstances. So the more I thought the angrier I had become. But not so much as angry but as frustrated. I was stuck on this crummy planet with nothing, just work. No dreams, no fun, nothing, pure hell if you ask me.

So I did something about it. Now what I did I'm not proud of, especially since it led to a cycle of hell but it needed to be done. I know it wasn't right, and I know that I had a choice to make, I knew my options and my consequences, but at the moment it seemed like a good idea.



I ran off. Well not really like running away, but just getting out for a while. I ran for five miles all the way to Captain Planet. Now let me tell you something five miles by car not be very long, but by foot, ha! It's forever, and for once that was okay. Running leases endorphins which calms you down, (see people think I'm stupid and everything but they'd be amazed with what I remember in school while I was dozing off) and I needed desperately to be calmed down. I reached my friends out of breath, and looking like crap but it was okay because I was okay again.

Now let me tell you something about living with a guardian of any sort. They usually need to know where you're going, and not only that, they need to know whom you're with, and where you're staying, and all of that crap. Well WildWing is really big on that; everyone is obsessed with something and with WildWing it's him knowing where I am. That too is from him being a full-time babysitter as a kid. He felt that if he ever didn't know where I was and something happened to me that mom and dad would just kill him, because he was responsible for me.

So let me assure you he was not pleased with the arrangement. Than to make matters worse I really did something awful. I blew-off the game. I was a no- show, and it wasn't an accident it was done on purpose.

I once again knew the consequences if I didn't go, but I didn't care. I was having such a regular day with my friends that it didn't matter. No pressure, happy zone. That was it, and that's what I decided to keep. It was kind of like a scale, Happy and Realistic or Beat-Out and Pressured. I decided to go with happy, I usually do. Anyway I went with that decision to blow off the game.

Needless to say they were not pleased. Than to really add oil to the fire I walked in around ten, five hours after the game. WildWing was waiting for me, like the rest of the team on the sofa's when I walked in. I knew I was in huge trouble when nobody said anything. That meant WildWing was so mad that he told them to mind their own business. But I thought I wasn't in over my head that bad. What I failed to see was that yesterday no one had really recovered from. So WildWing was mad, no mad is not the word I'm looking for. WildWing was furious. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the back of my head and dragged me into my room.

Once we got there I knew I was in deep-crap because he had that look to kill, that look which was caused from worry and aggravation.

"Well", exclaimed WildWing throwing his arms in the air, "I'm waiting!"

I sighed, there was no way he could understand this especially after talking to other group members giving their inputs.

"No answer", asked WildWing?

I looked away, I had no answer that he would find suitable.

"Well than", said WildWing, "Here we are."

In a minute WildWing joined me on the floor and quickly sat on me. Now if you think that's not so bad, well than you're definitely wrong. If you think having some one who's twice your weight and practically twice your height sit on you is comfortable than you're crazy. It hurts like hell, and the worst part of all there's nothing you can do about it.

Sure I struggled to get free, like I always did, but failed.

I knew what was coming, and I guess I deserved coming from his point of view, but still...In a flash WildWing backhanded me with his fist. It killed like crazy and I'd probably be all black and blue in the morning where he had hit me. Than he grabbed my arm and put it behind my back giving me an Indian rope burn, and pulling up like he'd brake it or something.

"OW", I cried, "WildWing!"

"IF you ever", cried WildWing, "EVER decide to leave without saying anything, ever decided to throw another party, and than completely blow off a game which we lost thanks to you, I'll kill you! DO you hear me?! This isn't a game Nosedive!"

(Remember that during his speech he's still killing my arm over here)

"You are my brother and lately I don't know what has gotten into you but it ends here! No more Nosedive, you hear me, no more!"

WildWing threw me down to the ground and once more I found myself being sat on.

"Get off", I cried.

"NO", shouted WildWing straight back at me.

I somehow managed to get my arms free to strike at my brother. It didn't work too well. He grabbed them both and jammed them under his knee. Than he took my face and pulled it up so we were looking eye to eye.

"You are out of control", he said, "You can't act like this! What you have done the last few days was irresponsible, immature, and just plain out stupid! You're my brother and I'm not gonna let you turn into a clown."

Than his voice became more gentle and quiet, "I'm sorry baby bro but you have to be punished."

He looked over at the closet.

"NO", I screamed, "WildWing no!"

I was practically pleading with him, "NO, please no!"

I could tell WildWing felt bad for me, but I also knew my brother and when he said something it happened.

He pulled me up and walked me over to my closet. I jammed my feet up against the wall preventing him from putting me anywhere.

"I'm sorry", I shrieked. "I won't do it again, I'll behave! But please don't do that!"

I was now hysterically crying.

"WildWing please", I begged, "I promise I'll be good, honest!" WildWing looked down, he felt really bad.

"I'm sorry little brother", he said, "But if I let it go now, than who's to say what else will be let gone."

"WING I'M YOUR BROTHER!"

"I know Dive, and I'm your brother who happens to have been your guardian your entire life, I admit the arrangements are odd but they are the arrangements, you know that. You also know that I have to punish you because no one else will. I don't like it but it's my job. What you did today and yesterday was inexcusable."

He opened the closet door, "I'm sorry. I love you and I'll see you in an hour."

He threw me into the closet and locked it. Okay now I really lost it, I started screaming and jamming on the door for him to let me out, but he didn't. Finally I collapsed on the floor hysterically crying in fear.

I know this might sound bad but WildWing has thrown me in the closet for the times when I really screw up because he knows that it hits me hard. He knows that I'm scared to be in closets and so he takes advantage of it. To me you could hit me for forever, and yell at me to some justification and it would still be better than being in a closet for an hour.

Let me explain. When WildWing throws me in the closet let me be the first to give you the tour. There is no light, pitch darkness in a cramped up area. There's no room to do anything but begin to think. I have a very over active imagination. I imagine things that happen so much so that I can make myself sick. It scares me because I start to see things. Like the story I had created that time was that a murder was in the closet with me sitting across from me. He was mental and had drool coming down his face. He was laughing with a knife and was telling me how he would strike from anywhere because of his demented leg that let him jump however he liked. He had just eaten five children in front of me and I had heard them scream, and their mothers who he ate next. And than he was going to kill me as soon as he lifted his head. Well of course I believed that the character lifted his head, and than those horrible eyes, twisted and diluted. Just glaring at me, ready to strike at any moment, any moment. And all I could do was hear him breathe.

Honestly I don't mean to make these things up but it just happens I can't help it. Anyway I believed my story so much that I began to actually see it happening. The mind sees what it wants to see, or so I've heard and my mind wanted to see that crazy person. It scared me so much, and WildWing knew all of this, which is why he felt so bad about locking me up for an hour.

Now hear is something that I was recently found out. Of course I wasn't there when this happened because I was in the closet, but WildWing told me this a few days ago when I brought this up with him. I told him how I was afraid you forget or something, and than he told me this: (happened right after he threw me in the closet)

"WildWing", said Duke, "You really go through with it?"

"Go through with what", asked WildWing.

"Hitting your brother and all and locking up like he was a criminal or something."

"Of course I did. I've done it before. I told you, I raised Nosedive as a kid, this just happens to be a punishment that works."

"Humph. Well we're going out to the movies you want to come?"

"No I can't", gasped WildWing.

"Why not?"

"Because it's very important that when times up I let Nosedive out."

"Oh don't worry about that, Phil will be here to let him out."

"No you're missing the point. It's very important that I am the one that lets Nosedive out of there. You don't understand, he's made himself sick before in that closet. I have to be there to make him recompose himself. It's also important because Nosedive needs to know that I'll always be there for him, and that I care enough to let him out."

"Oohh. Did you say he's made himself sick before?"

"Incredibly. He's going to be highly unstable when I let him out."

"Why?"

"Nosedive is one of the most creative people you'll ever meet if you get to know him on his "off time". He comes up with these horrifying stories, they've even given me nightmares."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Okay now back to me. Now most people thought I would have been mad with WildWing but I wasn't. He didn't see where I was coming from and he was doing his best to try and raise me. Okay yeah I was mad that he yelled at me for not seeing my point of view, and I would keep that grudge for a while. But I still understood why it did it. He didn't do it to be mean, and he didn't do it out of anger. He did it out love, and he was doing his best to try and raise me if I still needed that anymore.

It's funny because I have a career and I aid this team tremendously in battle but I still have to be raised. It gets confusing after a while. I don't know who I am sometimes, a hockey player, an agent, or a kid. And I have made myself sick trying to find the answer because it is confusing and it is frustrating.

But more on that later. Now back to me in the closet. Finally what seemed like forever WildWing opened the closet. He found me huddled in a corner with a pale face, crying and shaking. He offered me a hand, which I took.

He brought me into a huge hug.

"Sssh calm down, it's okay. It's all over. Sshh."

We stayed like that for a while. It felt so much better to be with him. He didn't plan on letting me go, he never did. He let me let go first. He knew that I needed that hug because it was like I had been through torture. He let me let go and let me decide when I was stable enough to talk.

I didn't want to talk about it though. He hadn't thrown me in the closet for a while. At least a year now. Eight months we've spent on Earth, one month in the camps, and I hadn't done anything wrong the rest of the time. I wasn't ready for that. WildWing sensed that and just held me harder.

He clutched my head, (this time tenderly) and stroked my back.

He kept repeating himself saying, "It was okay", and that "I was fine", and that "it was over now".

When I was a little bit better WildWing brought me into the living room where we surprisingly found the entire group. However they were more surprised to see us. WildWing had his arm draped over and me brushing into his chest. My eyes were red, and my face hadn't quite returned to its normal color, plus I had a black and blue right below my eye. Everyone gasped at us.

"I thought you guys went to the movies", said WildWing completely ignoring their comments.

"Sold out", said Tanya keeping her eyes fixed on me.

I didn't like being the certain of attention so I hid my face in my brother.

"All right everyone", said WildWing, "That's enough."

He brought me over to the couch where he practically forced me to watch the show with everyone. My breathing was a little off, but I was getting my stability back. Things were becoming normal again. I knew that I'd end up sleeping in WildWing's room because of a nightmare I'd have, but whatever.

At the moment I was glad to just get out of the closet. I didn't think I'd ever screw up (especially purposefully) again. I was going to be extra good. I was going to be a good little boy, and not do anything bad, and that included pranks on Mallory just to be on the safe side.





But if only I had seen that this was only the beginning.