Matt PoV

I refused to believe that I had failed. Someone as debonair, as perfect as I couldn't possibly fail. So the thought in itself was too ridiculous to even consider. I was too high above all of the ignorant humans that I couldn't possibly loose to them.
After all, it was my master who had taught me everything, even the importance of the unknown, which was why I was never graced with the present of knowing the face nor the appearance of the person that had shaped my soul into the brilliance that it was now. Trained god in body, vicious in mind.

I did have to scold myself for having overlooked. For I hadn't seen the beauty of the boy's brothers when I'd left them in the alley. From careful and painful training, I should've seen that they were of an exquisite beauty, as they had the same pureness to their souls –as well as their bodies— as young Nicholas.
The golden skinned boy I had pulled out of their reigns, I believed him to be the middle brother, showed an enthralling amount of fright. Why hadn't I seen?
The beauty of it was, that it wasn't just for himself –though that was a factor— but mostly for those I'd ripped him from.

My master had soon figured out the little group to be a complicatedly woven force, tied together by not just blood and love, but friendship and trust equally. And my master had shown me.
It was refreshing to me, to see what I had been shown, and I anticipated peeling the delicate wires of affection apart. Destroying them. I yarned for the pleasure that would give.

I'd picked the middle brother, because he was the one with the most ties at that point. Coming from the brothers, the golden haired girl and the small brunette. Love –brotherly or elsewhere involved— long lasting friendship and adoration, even.

I sped through the hallways of my master's domain. Knowing she expected me to do this, knowing I would do this. Distract the little coven of lovers long enough for her to finish the first of the ties. Jay, the newest link to the group, only tied to them through the youngest brother. It all had been my master's plan, of course and I felt blessed still that I was trusted with this job, that I was the one picked over all those ignorant and unworthy others, or so I had been told. I smiled; it once again confirmed my great being.

I smiled even brighter when I caught sight of the increasing fright on the boy's face, scared by my laugh. I still pulled him along, towards the point that was as far away from the room as possible. The roof. Directly underneath the half-full moon and I was loving the way this turned out. My skin would shine with the beams of moonlight, making me even more invincible then I already was.

I was marvelling, I was allowed to inflict pain, both physically and mentally. I was grateful towards my master for granting me the pleasure of torturing the purest souls we'd encountered in quite a while.
The most pure souls we'd found since Jay, actually. We had known there would be a purpose in keeping her around. Hoping that she would attract more of her kind. And our plan had worked, giving us not one, but six souls to take. They were all ours.

The boy and I broke through the door that led us to the rooftop; the most climaxic location I could imagine for the scene I was planning.

I turned around and for the first time that night, I was shocked.

"You are alone?"

The blonde haired girl nodded. "And I demand of you to let him go. Now!" She hissed through her teeth.
Then I smiled at the perfection of it all. My perfection. I'd caught the exact ones that would be of the most pleasure to me. Friendship to the level of almost soulmates, love, once denied and hidden, but now blooming in their hearts. My master had given me a great present.
And not to mention, if the boy was very hopefully different from his younger sibling and the girl acted like the beauty she was, they would be very vocal victims too.
Destroying these bonds and the mental agony it would bring would be very, very convenient.

The girl snarled and I smiled in response. Certainly very interesting, these bonds that were displayed.

Amelia PoV

"Okay, sweetheart, are you sure this is the house they went to?" Frankie's father's finger pointed towards the computer screen.
My eyes flashed to Frankie, who was standing next to the laptop, his hand resting on rockstar-dog's head, he nodded.

"Yes." I answered, sure of myself, the building had scared me enough to be sure as fire.

Frankie's dad said a word I would be scolded for and stood up. "Nick's been gone for almost 4 days, the others for 2 and Amelia says they've gone there." He said to Frankie's mom, who was anxiously standing by the fire-poles.

"Something must've gotten to them." She said, tears in her eyes. "Oh god, what if we're too late? My poor babies, they must've been kidnapped or something!"

"But Amelia saw them go in all on their own, didn't you?" Frankie commented, once again focussing all the attention on me, making a blush creep up my cheeks.
"All of them, but Nick and Jay."

"Who's Jay?"

Kevin's PoV

It was the most disturbing and disgusting sight I had ever seen in my life.
And that was saying something. Seeing this comes from the person who grew up with 3 younger brothers.

The woman, or what I assumed to have once been a woman, was hunched over the still body of Jay. She looked like a serpent, like the serpent of all evil. She was truly ugly, but from the looks of it, she didn't seem to mind.
From the looks of it, she had barely escaped from what she was doing to Jay at this moment, torturing her to near-death.
From the looks of things, it wasn't going to take long for her to finish the job.
Jay's body was even paler then the last time I saw her and covered in neatly carved cuts and carefully aimed stabs that made sick figures all over her limbs, like she was a morbid piece of art. I also saw bite-mark, obviously from the bald woman's obviously razor teeth. I saw lines that must've been carved by the broken nails run all over her torso and the angry red colour of countless hits made me feel like it had been me that had been mercilessly punched.

Or only advantage on the 'master' or rather 'mistress' of Matt was that she was taken by shock, or amusement, either one, when we'd stormed into the room.

My eyes switched to Nick and I groaned.
Of course, he wouldn't even see the lizard-woman. Of course, his eyes would be completely focussed on the pale body.
His brown eyes were wide with horror, with hurt, with actual panic like I'd never seen it before in my brother, the one that had always been the strong, emotionless one.
I was thankful that Jay brought those feelings to the surface, but I wasn't particularly fond of the timing.

"Get away from her." Macy finally spoke. Or rather, growled.
My eyes now switched to her, along with a pair of glassy grey ones, and I was amazed with what I saw.
Fire burned behind Macy's eyes. Her small body almost trembling with anger and I knew she felt the same way I did. Felt the absolute necessity of saving Jay. Saving the poor girl from that horrendous creature looming above the exposed body of our friend.
Yeah, I already considered her to be a friend, even though I'd never actually met her. Nick loved her, and by the way he looked at her, he loved her a lot. That was enough.

"Not likely, isn't she beautiful?" The woman cooed. She looked absolutely thrilled. Overly happy with Jay's ruined and pained body. I felt sick to the depths of my stomach. "And come to think that Matt will do this to each and every one of your little group. Maybe even the younger siblings, if we can get our hands on them."

I scowled. "Why let your partner does the dirty work?"

The woman practically howled with laughter as she finally stood up. "My partner, oh my, dear soul, that is a good one!" She hiccupped and it was so different from anything I'd expected to come out of her wrinkled throat that I instinctively stepped back, in front of Macy and my younger brother, who was still staring at the figure at the feet of my point of focus. "To answer your question though, young one, I am not really interested in physical pain, no I leave that for my puppet, my beautiful, idiotic puppet to do. No mental pain, similar to what your littlest brother is going through right now, is so much better. Isn't it brilliant, to train a puppet who loves the physical part, so I can get the agony in your innocent heads all to myself?"

I felt the need to puke.

"This one never really covered the need, too damn protective of her own mind. Until our young brother changed that and look at her now. The ultimate image of perfection."

She looked at Jay with affection and softly nudged her in the ribs, making a breath of air slip through Jay's lips.

"And to imagine that I get to see that pain on all of your faces when Matt rips apart your heart. The perfect suffering. The perfect pain." She had started laughing now. Not like an evil genius though, more like someone who was utterly in control. "The perfect death."

Macy and I moved as if we were one person, rather then two, as we lunged towards the tattooed monster.

It, for the lack of a better word, growled at us with what I recognised to be joy. She liked the fact that we were attacking her. She wanted a challenge.
Well, then that was what she was going to get.

Our impact was different from what I expected. The bald, half naked women was too skinny to have this much resistance.
But yeah, she had it. She threw us back with ease, but not before I had gotten a hold of her bony shoulder, pulling her with me in her own shove, so she flew over my head and against one of her own closets. With yet again a way too hard impact, she made the large wooden storage-device wobble dangerously, so everything it contained rained down on her. I saw Macy run for it, giving it the final shove.
It toppled over and with a muffled thud, extracted the master from our view, covering her with its illegal wood.

I panted, more from the shock then from actual exhaustion, because my body hadn't done much.
She had.

The knife she had been holding in her hands had driven itself into my left shoulder and pain pulsed up and down my arm, my back and my neck.

I ignored it though; there were more important matters at hand. I refocused on Nick, who was holding Jay's body to his chest, his head buried into her hair.

I felt Macy's hands on me, felt her pulling the knife from my flesh and push the wound closed. (It was a good thing she was the first-aid expect, thanks to the countless sports related injuries she hat treated) But I didn't look towards her and instead grabbed her hand.

"No." Nick sobbed. "Please, no. Jay, don't do this. Don't die on me now. Please."

And I could only helplessly watch as my brother's new found love exhaled for one last time, before she completely stopped breathing. Her blood dripped on the floor, along with Nick's tears.
It was like time itself stilled, just to honour her.

Stella's PoV

He had hurt so many. So many innocents, so many children, so many grown-ups. He had hurt the slaves that worked here. He had been hurting Jay for years now and he had hurt Nick, who was essentially my brother.

And now he was standing there, with my best friend, brother and soulmate locked in his arms, smirking like he was god himself.

I wanted to rip that smirk from his face and personally make sure it was boiled in the depths of hell.
I wanted him, to rot away in the deepest dungeon to possibly exist.

Matt just smiled.

His tall frame looked impressively strong in the soft lightning. Joe looked deathly scared in the same light.
Matt's hair was blown all around his head and ice-blue eyes stared at me, humouring me.

"Come on then, princess." He challenged, edging closer to the end of the roof, dragging Joe with him. "You know you want to."

Oh, how I wanted it. But I knew better. He still had Joe, firmly in his grasp. I couldn't risk hurting him too, even if it meant I'd waste my chance.

"What now, scared?" He taunted, trying to get to me. "Come out and play, sweetheart!"

I snarled at him, but waited as he still edged closer.
My eyes searched for contact with Joe's. It wasn't easy, because the chocolate orbs kept on flashing between my face and the demon's face.

C'mon, Joe, look at me! You are the only one that could understand me!

I kept looking and finally, I caught my lover's attention.

The edge.

He immediately understood and started struggling again, trying to get Matt to go closer to the edge of the building without him noticing.

"Nuh-uh. Pretty one." Matt corrected Joe, with a slap to his cheek. "Bad boy."

"You nasty piece of filth, don't touch him!" I yelled, advancing carefully.
As I'd hoped he took a step back.

"Yeah, come out and play, princess!" Matt encouraged. Edging closer, but now using my plan against me.
With horror and fright coursing through every part of me, I saw him slowly leading over, Joe first, only holding him by the back of his neck, and carefully pushing him to look over the edge the whole three stories down to the ground.

"Be careful though, princess, wouldn't want your prince to fall down, now would we?"

"Let go of him!" I tried one more time, as if it was actually going to help him. God what I would give for a needle and thread. To sew his mouth shut for once and for all.
Or one of Kevin's guitars, bet that would hurt.

Matt leaned further and observing as I was, I finally saw an opening.

Now! I mentally screamed, putting it in every viber of me, so I also screamed in body-language. Something Joe was flawless in reading.

And Joe pulled. Both himself and Matt over the edge.

Frankie PoV

"Here, right here. This is where you saw them, right, Am?"

"Yes! That's the house. That's it!" Amelia shouted anxiously, tugging on my arm as my father and the police ran in.

I begged for it not to be too late.

Nick PoV

No, no. Please, no. I refused to believe it. I refused to believe she was gone. It wasn't too late! I would not believe that this beautiful soul I had come to know in these past weeks was never going to open her vivid green eyes again, was never going to scold me, or sarcastically put me in my place.
I refused to believe she would never laugh again, she would never scream again, she would never cry again.

Because we would've cried. We would've laughed and we would've screamed.

I felt her go limp and I begged her to fight. Of course, she couldn't. She was the bravest person I knew, beating everyone I'd known in my whole life with ease. She had been fighting for years.
Hope was lost if she couldn't do it now.

No. No. She couldn't be dead. How could she be when my heart throbbed so painfully only for her?

There had been so much she should've done. She should've been lighting up this world with her re-lit fire. She could've seen and done so much.
I'd wanted to show her so many things, do so many awesome things with her by my side.
I'd wanted to teach her things, help her with the things she'd never know. Introduce her to life as it should be.
All of that was taken away. Her life was wasted. She never had a chance, never had a fair shot at life. And what a waste it was.

I'd wanted to sing so many songs to her…

I pulled her from my chest, watching her head fall back, her back in an everlasting arch in my arms. I stroked her flaming red hair. Seeing the blonde roots appear at the top of it, smiling. I didn't know why, but I smiled. Remembering her first honest laugh she'd shared with me. The tones of her voice as she sang. Her fierce position when she screamed at someone. The mean raise of her eyebrow whenever she was annoyed.

Almost automatically, I started to sing.

"She's the pale girl, with the red hair.
grateful for every breath of air.
She's the beauty, with the green eyes.
hear her pain filled cries at night.
She's the pure soul, with the blood drips.
As the screams release her lips.
She is filled with loss and fears.
As she wipes away her tears."Without being aware of it. The words to the half-formed song in my head, the thousandth dedicated to her, changed into something I didn't recognise. The words I formed were of the same language she'd sang in before.
The language of the song she'd healed herself with.
I poured everything I had into the words that flowed over my lips. Crying for her. Feeling every part of my body tingle at the mysterious words.

It was the last thing I could do for her. Sing her into a peaceful last sleep.

Then, bright green eyes suddenly opened. The familiar eyebrow now arched in wonder.

Superstars to the rescue!
Blog entry of Tuesday.

So, our most favourite rockstars have once again showed us how wonderful they actually are, fellow fans and bloggers!
This weekend, supposedly, the brothers of JONAS helped rolling up a major trafficking business and an illegal prostitute ware-house, saving the lives of dozens of innocent and owned young people.

It gets even better, believe it or not. Rumour has it that the brothers and their friends even single-handedly caught the leaders behind the whole thing!
Ain't that amazing? What is not to love about those three?

Photos show us that Nick walked out of the doomed building, holding the bloodied body of a young girl, who of course was immediately rushed to the hospital, along with the other victims. Nick looked like he'd been locked up in a dungeon for days, which could turn out to be quite true, since multiple sources declared him missing for over 3 days!
Could Nick have been a victim to these traffickers too? Oh no! Poor Nicky! Did his brothers jump to his rescue? Or did Nick himself jump into the pool of bad news in order to save those unfortunate souls? I'll keep you updated!

The police, who had luckily already arrived at the crime scene when needed, thanks to smart thinking of one Frankie Lucas and his little best friend (how much more amazing can this get?) rolled up the whole illegal trafficking meeting-point and has declared the raid to be an humongous success and an opening to many more hidden hellholes.
Leader of the whole gang, or rather leaderess (who looked horrendous, may I add, fellow fashion-freaks) was, cuffed and all and heavily cursing, led out of the building barely minutes after the youngest hero rockstar was also brought to the hospital. Witnesses have confirmed that she was screaming about not getting her fill of tortured souls.
What a bitch.

Another member of the 'staff' of the whorehouse (mind my French, I am just as shocked as you are) was not found when the police searched the building for more evidence. But they did find Joe, who apparently had almost fallen of the roof of the three-story building when he'd tried to catch the bastard. (Le gasp!).

A blushing Stella Malone (stylist of JONAS) later hiccupped that she'd single handedly pulled him back up.
Wow, amazing, isn't it?

It got even better when the oldest Lucas brother walked out of the building too, his arms firmly wrapped around someone we recognised to be none other then Macy Misa. Fan club leader and fellow student at the boys' school.
Could there be a hero romanceship going on between these two? Yes please!

The two took their little siblings (Frankie's young best friend turned out to be Misa's younger sister) to the hospital and reports say that the whole Lucas clan has recovered, though they are all a little shaken up from their adventure. Other pictures show them all being thoroughly hugged by their parents.
Aww!

On the downside though, JONAS-heads, it is said that the girl Nick carried out is still in a critical condition. Our prayers go out to her.

As always you can count on me for further updates on this JONAS-related happening!

Hmm.. does this seem rushed to you? It does to me..
But there'll be an epilogue.

A review though, for old times sake?