once more I say, sorry for the late update. It's the last weeks of school for me and with the finals, me changing school and really wanting to get good grades so I'll get to to things I like next year, i'm sorta on hiatus for the coming weeks. But I promise more frequent updates when I am finally set free :) I love you guys all so much!

Disclaimer: -checks- no, still not mine. Though Nick is pleased that I got my hands on him once again and not chibiyugixyami (to whom I have eternal gratefulness for her immer support)

The image of them, my beautiful broken vixen and the protective pretty boy, locked up and fearing me played once again behind the lids of my eyes and I couldn't help but brightly smirk, so the worthless brat before me winced and shied away. My perfect beached teeth shimmering.
I hit him, harshly for only such a small act of disobedience. Not hard enough to draw blood from the tight, pale skin, but certainly enough to sting.
The boy fell to the ground, hitting his head on the wooden floor. A strangled cry left his lips, before he blacked out.
I looked down on his skinny body, he was pretty –not as pretty as my newest toy– but I was tempted by him. Sprawled out in front of me. Fascinated, I wiped a drip of blood from his cheek; I should remember to remove my rings. I had unnecessarily damaged the skin of little Jay more then once that way.
I brought the red-smeared finger to my mouth and moaned at the taste, he was rarely delicious, for a slave, but I resisted; one of my trophies would do better.
I kicked the broken boy, making him whimper in unconsciousness and graciously walked away.
I was on my way to the cell, choosing to break their anxious waiting.

Then suddenly, I felt a buzzing in my pocket, my whole body freezing on the spot.
My master.
I grinned even brighter. My master almost never called anyone, except for me, naturally. I, the one that brought him the best prizes. The children, the young boys and girls, the women, the men. I brought him the best that were out there, because I was simply the best there was. I slipped the deep green phone from the loose pocket of my jeans. I hated using them idiotic phones; I hated talking to people without seeing their face, not being able to play with their emotions. But it was different for him. He couldn't be played; he was the one that taught me how to play with human souls. He couldn't be lured, he only deceived.
I flicked the damned piece of plastic open and answered, silently.

"Matt." He said. A smile in his voice.

"Yes." I answered, lowering my voice as I often did.

"It has reached my ears that you have now two slaves to play with." Naturally he would know. He was the only one I let keep track of me.

"Yes."

"The girl, still. And a young boy."

"Yes, he has a strong soul, it amuses me highly." I smirked at the pained look of panic the brown eyes had contained last time I had honoured him with my presence.

"Two. I want one."

We ended the call at the same time, as usual. No need for more words then necessary, we could both use our voices for worthier things. He had set his demands. I complied, that was how my talent worked. That was how the magnificence within me worked.

I sped through the streets, quick like a dark shadow. Not paying attention to the blurs of faces that passed me. I was looking forward to the utter pain that would cross the redhead's face. She knew about my master, she had always been sane enough to pay attention. She knew.

I reached the building that had somewhat became a home to me. Or rather, a headquarters, I never knew home. Not since my youth, thank god. Home was so average, so plain. So opposite to what I was.

When I opened the door to their cell and stood in their doorway, I didn't look, but felt their gazes reach me. Their hate creeping up and making me feel pleasantly happy. Hate was my love, pain was my comfort. I graced them with my gaze; saw my Jay once again in the boy's arms. I almost laughed out loud. Not at the precious image, but at the promises it brought. The promise of pain.
Lonely and lost, that was how they looked in each others' arms. I could only imagine the wonderful picture of one of them, either one, alone. Without any comfort, knowing that they lost the other. I marvelled, a laugh of joy coming to my face. They had no idea what beautiful pain I was about to give them. How they not loved it, hated it like I loved it, was a mystery to me. But either way, it would bring me entertainment once more.

"What is it you want?" The boy said. Pulling her pale body closer to his exposed chest. The glare from underneath his greasy curls added to the pretty hate in his voice.
I noticed he had become skinnier while locked up in here. How pretty. "What is the plan now." The little vixen spoke. Her voice stronger then I'd ever hear it. I had to do something. I had hoped he would only resurface the pain of being loved, but he seemed to honestly make her happy. How undesirable. She was born invisible, doomed with her first cry, she had always been mine. She would die mine or be ripped from anything that could possibly threaten my possession.

"The master has requested a visit." I simply said, feeling pleasant goose bumps arise on my arms at the fear that rippled over the cub's face. The other young one not understanding. Oh her heavy fate had once again struck. It was almost sad no one else would ever see her beauty like this. Her green eyes dark with knowledge.

"No." She whispered, turning towards him without a second thought and I narrowed my eyes. She didn't even feel pain for herself…
Then another smile broke through. Perfect. Their separation would only scar more. Beautiful scars that I could pry open to watch her, or him, bleed.

"Who of you will be honoured?" I wondered out loud. I leaned against the doorframe, my tall body blocking the light. I could only imagine how good I must look.

"None of us." Her voice was fierce again. Jumping from his arms and standing in the middle of the room, legs spread. "You will not hurt him and so, apparently, you will not hurt me either."

Flames played around her head, her hair almost standing up like a cat's would.
"Pick, or I will." And I would thoroughly enjoy prying them apart.

I closed the door, happily locking it. Torture them together for just that tad bit longer. Outing their last words of goodbye. Almost a movie, a movie with a bad ending. Why didn't idiotic humans make more movies like that? Maybe I would gravely enjoy the silvery disks then.

I walked to the main area, watching the slaves, most of which were mine to give, as they performed. Making money for my master. I still remembered how he had tried to recruit me, soon to find out I was so much better. So much more important. That I could make him so much more money. He found my talent and had let it blossom. He had taught me everything I knew. He had made the world a nastier place. The world wasn't something I held interest in, I was above that world. He had shown me that, that I was better then all of them who were ignorant to the real beauty of living, to scared to see it, to frightened to hear it. To weak to see fright was beauty. They didn't understand, he did, so I did. This was only a part of how we worked, both getting what we wanted. The pain, the pleasure, the power and the ecstasy of it all.

I stayed within the shadows as I watched the ugly men, brave enough to go for the pleasure, trying to stay ignorant to the pain, not seeing the beauty in the power, as they in their turn gazed upon what was mine. I would like to say they were unworthy to gaze upon the beauty that I had collected. So pained and broken.
I hid within the shadows, of which so many had claimed that they inhabited my heart, but who needed a heart? A heart should pump blood through a body, making it bleed when demanded, that was what it should do, nothing else. It was such a meaningless organ; no amazing abilities like love laid within, no matter what ignorant ordinary humans claimed.

I walked off, seeing my slaves did exactly what they had to do. Please my master, by pleasing the ugly men. They were wonderful in their pain, but still unworthy to do anything else. I wondered if the new one was too.

I walked to the room where I had brought her. Opening the door, wondering what mask I had to put on.
The mask was that of surprise. The small brunette with the fair face wasn't where I left her. How strange. Had she wandered off? Gotten away from the building? They never did that, they never tried until it was too late.
I shrugged. I hadn't seen much potential in her anyway. She wasn't an entertainer in the slightest. No big money in her either way. I didn't mourn her.

I decided my toys had gotten enough time and almost flew back to the locked black door, almost feeling their tears. Those pretty tears on their pained faces.

Macy PoV

I had snuck out of the room the tall, blue eyed man. Matt, Nick's kidnapper, had put me in. Not locking the door. I wasn't sure why, but I was sure glad he did. I wanted to find Nick and Jay and I wanted to find them now. Nick had been trapped here for 2, almost 3, days now. We found Joe and Kevin on the first, they recovered on the second and now we were here to save them, on the third day.

I tiptoed through the hallways, almost desperately. I had started searching with so much hope. But there were countless doors, so many hallways. Locked doors, identical doors. Corridors and I had to find them preferably without anyone seeing me.

I tried another locked door, a red one this time and sighed in annoyance. How were we going to find them, how could we be sure they were still alive?

My feet hurt, but I kept on going, believing Nick and Jay were in much more discomfort then I was. I had to find them.

Suddenly a voice whisper-yelled my name: "Macy! Oh thank the lord, over here!"
I spun around, looking at a familiar 2/3 black 1/3 blonde trio I loved so deeply and was really, really glad to see.

"Kevin!" I whisper-yelled back at the whisper-yeller. Throwing myself at them with jumpy happiness. Not really caring at the moment that someone could see. At least I had 2/3 of JONAS safe with me again. Now to find the last 1/3 and his counterpart.

"Macy." Stella sounded so relieved; she must have been thinking the same as I had. We were both fighting for the same. The life of all our friends. Of our lovers and their brother and his lover.
Essentially, you could say we were fighting for love. For the survival of all our hearts. We could not live without each other.

Suddenly Kevin pulled my tighter against his chest and I saw Joe pull Stella into the shadows and a small hallway I hadn't even seen in the darkness.
We didn't even breathe, which was really hard, seeing I was pulled flush against a JONAS. But I had to, for not 7 feet from us, walked by Matt. Alone and smiling deviously.

His voice was smoother then I expected as he whisper-sang: "He will be broken when he hears. See the pain upon his face. I will drink once more his fears. So the brown eyes drown in craze. The fire will never flame again. Green eyes were his last kiss. Always a matter of when, never a matter of if. Both dead, one in body, one in soul. The soul mates ripped apart; un-whole."

His voice was happy, exaggeratedly joyful. The man that walked by was ecstatic. His eyes gleamed with an almost reddish colour.

'Brown eyes will drown in craze. The redhead will never flame again'?

Oh god no.

Without thinking, I pulled myself away from Kevin and out of the shadows, after the man that was going to crush my friend.

Nick PoV

I didn't understand. What was the reason for the new pain on Jay's face? She just stood there, in the middle of the darkened room. In the same position she had been 2 minutes ago, when Matt had entered the room. Damned psychopath, I could still see the insane look of joy on his face when he… tortured me.

"Jay?" I whispered. Nothing happened; she just stood there, like she was thoroughly thinking something through. Something essential just happened, within those 2 sentences Matt hat spoke. And I had no idea whatsoever what it was.

I rose from the bed, wincing a little, my body still hurt a little. I could only imagine how Jay felt.

I approached Jay, careful not to touch the still form. Her red hair sprawled out all over her back and shoulders, her back towards me. Still staring at the wall.

"What is wrong?" I asked once more. Feeling my stomach tighten when she turned around, her eyes still darting between invisible points in the room. I dreaded the answer.

"He is sending one of us to the master." She answered, only making me more confused.

"How bad is that?" I questioned on. I needed to know in order to protect her.

Silence was my answer. It was the worst answer.

I swallowed hard as I approached her, now standing directly in front of her. Finally, she pulled herself from her thoughtful world and I almost took a step back at the fierce look in her eyes. Whatever she had been thinking about, her decision was taken.

"He is going to give one of us to the master." She began. "Nobody returns from the master. Ever."

My eyes didn't widen much, not at that part at least. I had expected this. Or something like this, the monster would never allow us to be together. Not if that was what made us happy. There was no doubt in my mind that whoever this master was, he would be incredibly cruel. Nobody returned could only mean one thing. Death, the worst kind.
My surprise came from the fact that she didn't sound scared. I could guess what decision she had made.
She stepped forward, into my arms once again. Though I still felt her wince from the skin on skin contact.

"I don't like the idea of leaving you behind." She said her voice still so strong.
I grabbed her shoulders and gently pulled her from my chest.

"You're not going." I told her. "I'm not letting him take away that one chance you have on life."
Her stare as she looked up at me was almost pained; so much love lay behind her eyes. Green love.

"Nick, don't. Don't be a hero, please."

"I am being a hero. You have a plan, don't you? Get away from him as soon as you turn eighteen? I believe you can survive until then." I stroked a few blood-red strands of hair behind her ear. "Then you can be free."

She shook her head, immediately releasing the locks again, so they fell in a curtain around her face. "You don't understand. I don't want to survive. I have made my decision."

"I'm not letting you kill yourself for me. I've had a life, a beautiful life…"

She smiled as she interrupted me. "Exactly. You have a life, people that love you. How they must adore you, I can only imagine." Her long fingers, the nail polish long gone, reached for my face and out of instinct, I held perfectly still as they brushed my skin, so soft I could swear I imagined the touch. "You love me." She finally had accepted the fact. "But you also love your brothers, your friends, your family. You have a loving heart."

"So do you. I'm not letting you waste that; you could bring so much love to the world. I have already given my share." I put my hand beneath her collarbone, feeling the pulse of her heart. Her hand soon joined mine and she frowned.

"You still don't understand." She wondered. "You have loved so many, while I haven't."

"Exactly."

"Only you." She continued, like I hadn't spoken at all. "In my whole life, I have never loved anybody. Only you. Or at least nobody as much as I love you now. You're the only friend I ever had. The only one brave enough to break through the walls. You are the only thing I know of that world behind my wall. You are the only one I ever loved and I can't live on without that. It will be like I ripped my own heart out." Her hand now reached for my heart. Placing it on my chest. "Imagine that."

I looked at her. She was sincere, as much as she was stubborn. Idiotic lovable girl.

"No. You're going to live. I love you, you know that. I can't let you die if you love me too. The world will survive and it'll have one hell of an addition. You will be fine. You will be great. You hear me?" I was now almost pleading. The shimmer in her eyes those of tears, reflected in the rising moon. The third night was beginning.

That confused me. Jay wouldn't cry in anger. Not even in love, but then what?

"You idiotic lovable boy." She whispered and then she moved forward and pressed her lips against mine, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips were not soft, not sweet. No, they were almost rough, like her soul. I felt every part of them against mine. My arms encircling her.

My back hit the wall, how strange, but I let her, if she wanted, I was too caught up in our kiss. Sweet, almost desperate from her side. Oh, how much I loved her.
Then suddenly, I heard a click. Not one-tenth of a second later my mind clicked as well.
I should've guessed; this was Jay we were talking about after all. Devious, intoxicating, scarred but intelligent Jay...

She had cuffed me to the wall with her own chains.

"Jay…" I croaked, almost whined.

"I love you. I can't let you die for me. You're going to get out of here. I'm not going to rid the world of you." She said. Not looking away from my face, her smile was only barely smug; she secured the cuff around my wrists. She looked paler then ever in the light.

Then her skin darkened in red when the door opened. I could only see Matt from the corners of my eyes, still fixated on Jay's face. I could see the fire in her eyes, that flame I had so desperately fought for. Joe had been right, I had burned myself.

She rose from her kneeling position and send me an apologetic but brave look. Trying to reassure me with that fire in her eyes; that it was going to be okay. But it wasn't.

She walked towards him. Her frame looking tiny in comparison to his and I hated every inch of it. Every inch she walked away from me.

She looked back one more time before she disappeared with that monster. He would finally break her now.

Tears streamed over my face as I let one scream of agony rip itself from my chest, my throat, my mouth, before I slumped down the wall. Her scars, my scars, had been for nothing. Nothing anymore.

The door closed and all light disappeared. I didn't hear the soft click, I didn't hear anything. Nothing anymore.

He will be broken when he hears. See the pain upon his face. I will drink once more his fears. So the brown eyes drown in craze. The fire will never flame again. Her green eyes were his last kiss. Always a matter of when, never a matter of if. Both dead, one in body, one in soul. The soul mates ripped apart; un-whole.