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Devi/Nick POV
Telepathy/ flashback
I DO NOT OWN JONAS OR EVANESCENCE!!!
(BOSS)I led them back to the car, and allowed them a moment of privacy, for I sat in the front. I hated seeing tears, they were signs of weakness, and after today, they would not be allowed. My prizes would be turned into my puppets, no emotions, free will, or anything. Soon, they would be completely and utterly mindless and will less. Soon, they would be my perfect slaves. Soon, they will be mine…or death shall descend upon them and their families.
……(DEVI)
I sat in silence for a minute, contemplating and agreeing with his words. A simple but beautiful melody of his came to my mind and before I knew it, I was singing my heart out to his heartfelt lyrics.
And you don't know what you got 'til it's gone.
Don't know what it's like to feel so low, And every time you smile you laugh you glow,
You don't even know
So I'll wait 'til kingdom come.
All the highs and lows are gone.
A little bit longer and I'll be fine.
I'll be...fine
JOE'S POV
Seeing them again was better than what I could have ever imagined, but leaving them was worse than the apocalypse. My joy quickly turned into despair as I was again, reminded that I may never see Nick and Devi again. Yes, I would see them as Rose and Fang, but that didn't count. They were not themselves when they played those roles, and I was afraid that they might lose their true selves if this is permanent. I hoped with all of my shattered and dying heart that this would not be eternal. Life without Nick was like life without music.
I glanced around the silent car. Macy was leaning against her window, her face screwed in the effort to hold back her tears. I wrapped my arm around her in a small attempt to comfort her. She smiled slightly, but her tears started falling from her sparkling brown eyes. She grabbed my hand that rested on her shoulder and squeezed it, knowing I would need the comfort as well, before resuming her dead pan stare out her window.
Kevin's face was of one between sorrow and anger. His eyes starred on the road and tears slowly coursed down his own face. At a stop light, he glanced at me and I looked back. I gestured towards Macy, and he nodded.
"Hey Mace?" I quietly asked the distressed girl besides me. She looked at me, her eyes full of sadness and curiosity. "Do you want to go home, or spend the night?"
Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O'. "Umm, actually Joe, I am spending the night at Stella's." She answered, reddening from embarrassment of turning down a member of JONAS.
"OK," I said. "So, we drop you off at your house or Stella's?"
"Stella's. My parents think I am over there anyway." She stated, looking away. I nodded again and slumped back into the silence of the car.
FANG'S POV
As soon as we got to our hotel room, for we were starting our tour tomorrow, the Boss called us into the front room. He stood, his short black hair spiked for his charade and his fake brown eyes glittering menacingly as he surveyed his two new slaves.
"Now that you are unhindered by family, you are mine and I expect you to treat me as a master, for you are my slaves." He laughed quietly. Rose and I kept our glances down on his feet, not wanting to anger him.
"Now, Fang, I know you cook, so make me dinner. A cook book is on the counter. Rose, I am a slob, so cleaning my room will be your job. Understood?" We said nothing, but just nodded to the ground and waited for dismissal.
"You are learning quickly. Oh, and you may or may not know, but no longer am I allowing you two to speak or communicate with each other when you are not in front of camera's. If you do so, punishments will be severe. Dismissed."
We left to do our chores, and a growing hate flamed inside my once calm heart. But I would never give the Boss the satisfaction of showing him he was getting to me. He wanted us to rebel, to show anger, but we would not follow that order, not when so much is still at stake.
I glanced up at him from the cook book and watched the way his eyes hungrily followed Rose as she walked to his room. The pedophile smiled and got up and followed her. Fear and disgust added to hate, and I wanted nothing more than to put this knife I held into that man's heart and listen to him scream for mercy that would never come, but I kept my mouth shut and put down the knife with shaking hands.
A few moments of silenced passed as I started to fear the worst. But then I heard a scream and a door slam open.
Rose ran into the room in front of me, desperately pulling her skirt back up. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale, but her cheeks flushed with anger. Her eyes held a storm fear and hate and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were whiter than paper.
A very angry Boss entered the room. His eyes filled with hateful lust and his jacket had a new and large tear in it. I silently cheered for Rose before turning my back to preheat the oven.
"YOU PERVERT!!!! I MAY BE YOUR SLAVE, BUT I WILL NEVER DO THAT!!!!!!" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs. But that did not matter, the walls around us were soundproof and nothing could be heard that went on inside.
The Boss snarled and lunged at her, slapping her hard against the cheek and threw her into the wall. I watched it happen from the corner of my eye, but did nothing to stop it. I never felt so powerless and I knew Rose never felt so alone. This is what he wants...
The Boss turned to see my reaction, but all he saw was me, chopping carrots, with the knife I wanted to drive through his heart and scoop them with a spoon, which I wanted to gouge his eyes out with. But I let no emotion that caused a fire storm in my heart to show in my face and the Boss laughed before turning to Rose.
"He understands, but like I suspected, you do not. I think a lesson needs to be taught." The Boss snarled icy hostility and seduction riding on his voice. Rose braced herself to run.
"I will never do this for you, you pervert. Read my lips, NEVER!" Rose stated quiet calmly for her predicament.
"That is were you are wrong. I will not make you do it tonight, but soon. For now, a punishment. You will spend the nights in my bed, next to me." The Boss laughed at Rose's face, which I did not see because my back was, again, turned. But I imagined it looked just as horrified and disgusted as mine did. I heard the Boss hit her again before sending her back to clean his room. I glanced up and saw Rose, looking at me, her green eyes pleading. Hating myself, I looked down and ignored her. I heard her take a deep breath before walking away.
This was our new life, and we hated every second of it.
KEVIN'S POV
Exactly one month, eleven days, 5 hours and 28 minutes have passed since we last saw our brother and sister. The pain and heart break was still here and I began to suspect it would never go away. But Joe and I did our best to heed Nick's final words of embracing our future. We kept up with the band and were number one again, VIP was number two. We were nominated for five AMA's; VIP was for four, three of which were in the same category as we were. It was tonight, and at the moment, Stella was fussing about our outfits and again, she didn't let me wear a leather vest, shirtless. But whatever, we always looked good in what she put us in, so I really can't complain.
"Joe?" I called. "You ready to go man?"
Joe walked in the room and smiled at me, but it did not reach his eyes, and for one month, eleven days, 5 hours and…hang on…31 minutes, it hadn't. He was getting better, but he still did not pull pranks, joke around, or smile every ten seconds like he did when Nick was here. I missed the old Joe almost as much as I missed Nick. But then again, they were really close and I knew I wasn't the same yet either. In fact, we probably never would be.
"Come on, we're going to be late…again." I said, pushing Joe out the door and screaming thanks to Stella, who laughed and complimented herself.
Once we were both in our limo, Joe turned to me, sadness in his eyes. "It won't be the same without Nick." He simply stated.
"I know Joe. I know."
……….
We got there with an hour to spare, which happened to be wasted on interviews and photo ops. On the red carpet we saw Taylor Swift, looking as lovely as always and wearing a silver dress, Demi Lovato, who waved to us, her black dress rippling in the wind, and then we spotted them.
Rose and Fang were standing next to their band and talking to a reporter. They each had a smile pasted on their faces, but I knew that no one other than Joe and I would be able to see through them as fake. Rose abandoned her torn leggings, leather skirt, and skull necklace for this occasion. She wore an elegant crimson gown that hugged her thin shape and brought out her glowing green eyes. Fang wore a not torn jacket for once and actually looked pretty nice in a tux. Their band lost the pink princess gowns and each wore identical suits.
We watched them talk for a second and noticed how disconnected they both seemed. Yes, they were smiling and talking and laughing, but there wasn't any heart or real sparkle in it. Their eyes had no real light in them; they seemed like a dead portal to the frozen spirit that was hidden beneath many layers of darkness.
The reported thanked them loudly and walked away. Joe glanced at me and I started walking towards them. Rose talking to their drummer and Fang was looking around, smiling at the fans that screamed his name, but not a word escaped from his sealed lips.
Rose looked up at us when we were 20 feet away and waved half heartedly with no smile on her pale face.
"Hey guys, look it's the competition." Their Bassist, Leon, announced playfully. Rose still did not smile and Fang put his hands in his pocket as he looked our way. Nothing showed in their barren eyes, no sadness, joy, anything. It was like they forgot how to feel.
"Hey VIP gang. Just came to wish you a good luck and congratulation on making it here." I said, adding fake joy and excitement into my voice. Joe shifted next to me as Fang looked at him in an uncaring manner, which was the first sign of real emotion we saw on his face tonight. Rose rolled her eyes and held her hand to their keyboardist, Sid.
"Pay up." She told him and he slipped a ten from his pocket into her open hand before addressing mine and Joe's confusion. "We had a bet that you would come over here and say that." Rose told us in a breezy manner and waving her hand like this is nothing.
"Are you performing?" Joe asked suddenly, addressing their drummer, Thunder.
Thunder nodded. "Yup, it's a real honor too. See, we weren't supposed too, but our boss pulled a few strings and BAM! We're in!" Rose laughed along with Sid.
"Yeah, you have to love that man." Rose said, affectionately. Everyone in the band laughed at that, except Fang, who just smirked. "Anyway, we'd better find our seats, it starts in five minutes. Bye JONAS bro's…and good luck trying to beat us!"
They walked away without another word to us, chattering excitedly and we followed them inside, found our seats, and waited.
True to her word, they started five minutes later, the host walked up.
"Hi everyone and welcome to the Awesome Music Awards! Kicking things off tonight, the rising phenomenon that has inspired and astounded countless fans and critics alike, performing their new single Tourniquet, VIP!"
Figures instantly burst from the darkness behind the host and Rose came out with only a microphone and Fang had Titan and wore a mike just below his mouth. Fang and Rose each wore their usual attire; Rose in ripped and striped black and green leggings and a black leather short skirt. Her shirt was green and frayed and the tips of her bangs were died the same green. Fang had black leather skinny pants with a chain belt, sunglasses, a leather jacket and a ripped dark green shirt to match Rose. The song started with all of them jumping and Thunder throwing his drums sticks high in the air and catching them perfectly.
(TOURNIQUET BY EVANESCENCE…in this song, Rose sounds exactly like Evanescence, but since evan. doesn't exist in this fic, it works.)
I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more.
(So much more)
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming!
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation!
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long…
Will you be on the other side
or will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming!
Mm I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation!
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation
(Return to me salvation!)
I want to die!!!
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation!
My God My tourniquet
return to me salvation
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ!
Tourniquet!
My suicide…
Like always, their performance blew us away. Rose ran around stage interacting with the whole crowd, flipping and dancing in her weird ballroom/break dance style. Fang was not held back by his guitar and did awesome acrobatic stuff I wouldn't even dare attempt.
"And with that amazing show, comes the winner of our first award! The Most Awesome New Artist Award goes to…VIP!!!!" The host shouted and applause erupted from the fans.
Rose and Fang walked to the stand, Rose bouncing with happiness, Fang stood still, but with a smile and his eyes still covered by his sunglasses.
"Thank you so much! Especially our amazing fans! We wouldn't be anywhere without you guys, we love you!" Fang shouted and the crowd went wild as he and Rose blew kisses.
The rest of the show passed slowly and JONAS won three awards, losing the Awesomest Performance and Hottie awards to VIP. So in total, we each tied with three Awesome awards. Not bad.
After the show, we spotted Rose walking next to Fang, but neither of them speaking, touching, or even acknowledging each others presence. I couldn't help but wonder if something was majorly wrong. They got into their limo and a gloved hand closed the door and they were no more. I looked at Joe, who was squinting in a suspicious way at the vanishing limo.
FANG'S POV
I've made up my mind. I am sick and tired of being an emotionless and mindless slave to the man I hated so much that I believe the devil himself spit him back up for being too evil and cruel. Call that childish or whatever you wish, but it was a freakishly accurate description of him. But my mind was made up, I took his crap from over a month now, and I wasn't going to take it much longer.
He ruined my life for long enough. Driving Rose…I mean Devi…Away from me, just to see our pain, having her do unspeakable things to him, slowly driving her insane and turning her dying heart to ash. I am just about done with taking his crap.
Anger flared in my heart and it burnt away all of the feelings of sadness for Ro…Devi and my brothers and intensified my hatred by a thousand-fold. I was ready to kill, but how do you kill a man that has skin stronger than diamonds?
Koutai: Sorry it ain't epic or anything, but it needed to be written. Did you really think I would copy write the real AMA's? Until next Update!