3: Jonah
Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme
And I'm dizzy on dreams (and I'm dizzy on dreams)
But if you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
B-baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
(Gutter where we found it)
Cause you think you think your only crime is that you got caught
I'm singing
Whoa, how the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
They fall in love
How the mighty fall
The mighty fall
The mighty fall
Oh how the mighty fall in love
Fall Out Boy-The Mighty
He remembered the first time he saw The Wolf. Like he could ever forget.
Jonah, at a ungodly hour in the night, was at a party in his designer brand name jeans and gangster shirt. His shades were on top of his head, he would use them to hide his water red eyes later on when the party was over. Of course, he would be getting wasted on the liquor and cocktail drinks, beer was too low class for him- The King of Rap, Johan Wizard.
He entered into the mansion, which was only a fraction of his own around the world, and saw the wild party inside. He smiled widely as he was please with the view of barely dress, sexy girls danced dirty on the boys who were already halfway wasted and were enjoying then nasty girls.
But Jonah didn't care. No one cared. It was a party, which was a much for attending to as he stood for the logos like 'Swag' and 'YOLO'. He was a 23 year old rapper after all. Soon the party really got started as someone called out his name and people crowed him like bees to honey. Jonah called out his request to turn up the music and the speaker blasted off at ear splitting volume. The bright fancy light went completely off,which caused total darkness for a second, and then, like a small nuclear explosion, the strobe lights flashed on. All Jonah could see for a long time were pink, green, blue, and yellow lights. Rather they were from the bottle of vodka that he just swallowed-almost choked on- or the strobe lights going at crazy speed, Jonah didn't know and didn't care.
Jonah was in his untouchable state. The place where he was the most puissant person in the world, even though it was for a short time. Everyone loved him. Everyone wanted to be him. The fame and fortune was at its highest at this point. He was the mighty, he was great. He was the amazing, the loved Jonah Wizard. The was higher then anyone else. He was the definition of perfect.
So what if he killed that vesper bitch-hell he didn't even remember her name at the time. So what if his mother disown him after the clue hunt were he almost died trying to please her-a badass gangster doesn't need his mother around him, she just slow him down and get his image dirty. So what if he became an alcoholic and there wasn't a moment he wasn't wasted or hungover- he was Jonah Wizard. The Jonah Wizard. He was perfect.
But being perfect was so horrendous... Just terrible...
He really did miss his mother, and truly did feel like nothing more then a piece of shit for killing that woman. Yes, she was the enemy and she just killed a close friend right in front of him, but it still was murder... He still took a human life...
That why he made his life revaluate around the booze. It filled his empty, broken soul faster then the guilt and sorrow...
About an hour later when he was dancing with more half naked girls and was completely drunk, he finally met the owner of the place. The guy was no more then two years younger then him,and had a hit pop song on the radio everywhere at the time. He was a white, chunky kid that was in a worst state then Johan himself. He follow the boy as he lead to the V.I.P section.
Jonah, dizzy and had the feeling he be puking soon, felt like he stepped into a different time zone. The king wizard entered a room smaller then the one he was just exited but you wouldn't knew that if you got distracted by the rich built of the place. The room had dark red velvet carpeting everywhere, even on the walls. It looked like blood red silk in the low light. Only a few people sat in the room, only four girls and two other guys.
But, seating in the middle of the room, was a God.
"And this is The Wolf..."
That's when Jonah first laid he's eyes on The Wolf. Jesus Christ...
The Wolf sat there on the highest chair in the room, making the sand colored lazy boy look like a golden throne with shining jewels. The Wolf was a dark skin, grown adult, like Jonah himself, and yet, looked so beautiful, so young, that it made him considered if Jonah was meeting the one human with everlasting life. The Wolf wore simply Levi Brand jeans, a plain and shades over the eyes. Jonah was confidently assured that The Wolf was the most enchanting human being he ever laid eyes on.
Jonah wasn't comfortable with he's feelings then. He felt as if he just flooded up to cloud nine and was having sights of heaven. He couldn't help but picture himself walking up, and wrapping his arms around Wolf's waist, kissing those full lips. Jonah never had these emotions before, and he knew it wasn't because of the liquor. He was enchanted to the extreme.
The Wolf looked at him and Jonah felt the butterflies move inside his stomach and a place below there because to move upward.
"Welcome."
"Bros, this is Jonah Wizard."
At that moment, Jonah learned the name and could never forget it. No matter how hard he tried.
"Thank you for having me." Jonah spoke.
"Our pleasure."
They made eye contact, and, looking through the black shades, he saw piercing green eyes.
Shit...This wasn't right. This couldn't be anywhere near right... Yet... Jonah couldn't stop it... But this could ruin him... But those eyes...
Before The Wolf could respond, a guy from the corner with one of the girls under his arm spoke up. Jonah couldn't make out what he said but everyone else seemed to know what he meant.
"Okay." Said the guy that brought him in. "I'll get the beer."
Jonah was confused. Beer killed the buzz that being wasted brought. The buzz that made him numb and feel no guilt and pain from what he been through with his life. He didn't want it to go away.
"Umm... What are we doing?" He asked as calmly as he could.
"We are going to made everyone a little clear headed before we start the speaking."
That made no sense to Jonah, but the way he said it made him take the offered can of bud light.
"Sit." He ordered and everyone did, who weren't already. Jonah took a sip of beer and could see a little better then. The Wolf had short, puffy black hair that didn't even reach the ears which were small, slightly pointy, and cute looking.
"Let's now talk." The Wolf said. The green eyes that brighten though the shades scanned the room. They stopped at Jonah for a long minute. Then the leader of the pack turn to a girl on the other side of the room.
"Heather," The wolf barked. "Tell us your story."
The girl spoked. She told about her life in the ghetto with a drunk of a dad and a gold digger of a mother. She told how she hated it all. This reminded Jonah of Ian Kabra for a moment. Then a boy spoke up next and told the group about how he stole a few gas stations down in Texas to help pay for his brother hospital bills. Sinead's name ranged in his ears. Then another boy told about how he lost both his parents in the 9/11 attack and was left to take care of his brother on his own at age 12. Amy and Dan flashed before Jonah's eyes.
As each person willingly told there story of loss and hate and anger, Cahills popped into Jonah's head. All his good friends lives were similar to these people's who Jonah didn't even know.
"Everyone has been through and has had times in there lives where trouble came and bent the good, loving things. And just because you have them or have done them doesn't mean you are the evil and cruel you have caused. You are another victim to a crime made by another that has damage you." The Wolf stated and turned to Jonah. Jonah could hardly breath.
"Tell us your story, Jonah."
Jonah opened his mouth in obeseness but then hesitated. He knew his dark storyline was bigger and meaner and more cruel then any of there. He killed a soul. And tried to kill others multiplies times. He wasn't any victim, he was a murder. A cold blooded murder. But the wolf kept looking at him. Like he was a tasty treat. Like he was worth the listening to. Like he mattered... That look came so rarely to him. Those green eyes hold his brown ones for what seemed like lifetimes before he finally, willingly open his mouth to speak.
That's when the screaming start and blue and red lights flashed through the windows. The cops. Everyone scrambled up to there feet and ran towards the door. The guy that brought him and The Wolf ran with the crowd but stop to grab Jonah's arm and take him with them. The dizziness of the liquor was starting to kick in as the group dash through a door to the right and out into what he thought was the back yard.
The group then ran apart from one another. Wolf grabbed his arm again and pulled him towards the fences and they climbed over together, making sure the cops didn't see them and then dashed off into the city. They ran till the flashing red and blue cops lights was out of sight.
Jonah stopped when The Wolf in front of him stopped. They stood side to side, pacing with burning cheeks for a moment till Jonah looked down. He noticed there hand were locked together tightly, like a couple's.
He saw The Wolf seeing it too and look back up to Jonah. For a good long moment, they started at each other. All the signs of a kiss were right and Jonah wanted to do it so badly but he couldn't gather up his courage before The Wolf looked away. Then ran away...
Jonah stood aside as he was the beautiful created ran away from the gutter they were just at, holding hands. Jonah felt like crying for the first time in a long time. He wanted to tell his story and hold hands again and possibly kiss...
The light of dawn was rising up and shining. He winced as he looked at the light, the hangover was starting. Jonah then promise himself that he would never drink again.
He turn to leave in opposite direction of were The Wolf traveled away from him. He began to think about The Wolf, half of him wanted to turn around and go chasing after the created as the other half yelled and screamed at his to keep going and forget all what happen tonight. But there was no way he could do that. No way in hell.
Time passed and Jonah managed to find the hotel his booked a room for. He walked in, covered the scent of liquor and sweat and dirt and dingy from the last night running for the cops, and got his room. The room was in the top floor number, that being the 35th floor.
Finally, Jonah got out his phone and login into the Janus Bata Site, search the web, and search for up coming artists on his wed site that might have the name of a dog-like, wild animal.
Jonah will see The Wolf again. No matter what, and he will have thee. He was Jonah Wizard, after all. And he always got what he wanted. Sure, he might do some 'bad' stuff to do so, but, like they say in the hood, it's only a crime if you caught. And this was a crime of love... Jonah needed to know if it was real or not. Was it true emotion, pure connection? Or just another scam just as cruel as the Cahills?
He was going to find out soon enough.
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Thanks for reading. Please review. Yes, The Wolf is a real person. I just wanted to explain Them in a new writing style. I hope it wasn't too bad. Please no flames
P.S. I swear, I never gotten drunk or even drunk any kind of alcohol in my life.
I don't own the 39 clues.