Chapter 2
Jason's POV
After an hour if shaking. He opens his eyes. They are bloodshot and he
starts to vomit in the garbage can.
"Did I wear out his energy when I asked him to draw the wedding cake?" Aunt Hayley worries.
"No. He usually can draw like 1000 cakes before he would even yawn." Shane
explains.
I go over to the order pad and look at the shakey pictures.
I see 8 dead people and a person with no face or hair. I decided to
put it in my pcoket and look at the rest later.
"It doesn't fucking change!" Nate yells as he continues to throw up.
"Take him home. I'll pick up Frankie at the after school program. Get him in bed. Get him
some soup and here's a bucket for the way home." Aunt Hayley commands.
"Nate, put your arms around our shoulders, we'll help you walk to the car." Shane explains.
We manage to get him to the car and we give him the bucket.
"Justin, what's happening? You can see the future what's going on?" Shane asks.
Justin starts to cough heavily.
"Same before." He manages.
I think back to when he got this sick. It was from when he was 7. He never explained what happened then.
"What happened when you were 7?" I ask.
Nate's eyes get more bloodshot and we carry him up to bed.
"Shane, maybe the drawings will help." I tell him.
Shane's POV
The first picture has 8 dead people. He must not have finished the
next drawing, the person has no face or hair. I see the next picture
is a picture of a boy and a girl and a bridge. The girl's face was not
drawn in. Tge next picture was the scariest picture. It's a headstone
with Nate Jonas on it with the date of October 3rd 2010. Today is
September 20th. He's dying?
"Jas, look at this! We don't have much time." I tell him.
Nate takes the notepad from my hand and draws a tv.
"Oh he wants us to turn on the Tv." I state.
Jason turns on the tv
"In other news, a young girl was stabbed yesterday and died. The doctors
have no idea how she was stabbed. She suffered stab wounds on the
inside but there are none on the outside." The Tv states as Nate draws
an x throught one of the 8 peoples faces
Jason's POV
"Torturers, Oh god. Nate is this how they all die?" I ask.
Nate starts to shake again and he starts to cough worse then before.
"Shane, we have to get him to Doctor Carlos." I tell Shane.
is the only doctor for people like us. He's a well known Tracker. We carry Nate to
the car. Shane grabs the drawings and locks the door. Nate rips the
drawings out of Shane's hands and starts to draw.
Shane's POV
Nate drew a music note and a radio. I turn on the radio to keep him
happy. He throws up again and then draws a new picture. It's a picture
of a girl holding a boy's body and she's crying on the bridge but the
face is one I still don't recognize. Jason's car will reek for weeks
at the rate Nate is throwing up. We finally reach the Doctor's office.
It's generally quiet except for a few people who are waiting for a new
baby. I rush up to the secertary's desk. "
"We need an appointment for as soon as possible" I state.
"Person's name and ability?" She asks in a monotone voice.
Nate gives her a paper with his name and tracker on it.
"Alright, go into room 2. The doctor will be there in a few minutes." She says with no emotion.
We get him seated on the Doctor's table with a throw up bucket near by. Doctor Carlos comes in.
"Hey Nate, You're feeling under the weather? I bet you seen it again. The
first time you were too young to get it." He says.
"Yes, I saw it again." He says weakly.
"Doctor, What is he talking about?" I ask.
"Does anyone have his drawings since he blacked out?" He asks. I try to pull them
out of Justin's hands.
"Alright, let me see these. Nate, let me see them, I'm living proof that Trackers can beat it." He encourages.
"Oh and Dad is proof that you can't beat it!" He yells as he screams of
pain.
"If you want the pain to stop you need to let me help you." He
says.
Nate finally gives him the sketch pad.
"Alright first picture is of 8 dead people one with an x thought the face. Makes sense and then
a torturers. Also make sense. The next one is of a girl and a bit and
a birdge. I'm very shocked you could draw that well. The next one is
the Tracker's worse nightmare, their headstone. The next important on
a girl holding a boy on a bridge. Who is the girl? Is that you in her
arms?" He asks.
Nate just shrugs.
"Nate, I'm going to explain to your brothers what is happeneing is that ok with you? I know some Trackers
don't tell anyone." says.
"Tell them but don't let them kill me." Nate says as his voice trails off.
"We won't kill you Nate. We promise." We both assure him.
"Nate has seen what most Trackers call The Final Flash. It's when a Tracker sees how they die. When a Tracker
sees it, they get really sick just like Nate is now. You see The Final
Flash 2 times. Nate's case is strange since he saw it the first time
when he was so young. You of course can try to change the way you die
by changing the future. Some Trackers can change it but others won't
be able to."He explains.
Nate's POV
We heard enough of what the doctor had to say and we slowly but surely
made it to the car. He handed me some pills on the way out to help
with the symptoms.
"Jas, mold me a water please." I ask.
Seconds later he hands me a waterbottle opened up. I take the pill with water and my
head goes fuzzy.
"Shane, pull over!" I state.
"Alright Nate." He says.
Shane's POV
I pull the car over and Nate starts to scream.
"Glad you warned me." I tell him.
"Make the ringing stop!" He yells.
"How can we help you?"Jason asks.
"Take me home!" He screams.
Miley's POV
I get home and sit on the couch and turn on the Tv. My Dad comes in.
"You start on Nate Gray?" He asks.
"Not yet. He passed out before I could ask him out." I confess.
"Not yet isn't good enough!" He yells as he beings to torture me.
"Daddy, Please stop! You're hurting me. I'm your only hope you got." I yell in pain.
He stops the torture.
"Get him as your boyfriend as soon as you can. He's ruining my plans
of being the best tracker." He yells.
My father has a strange title, he's a Tracker and a Torturer. Sounds complicated but it's not.
"Get out and find that boy!" He yells as he slams the door in my face.