Koutai: Hi! Thanks for reading my first JONAS fanfic! Here is the next chapter, and yes, I love Jonas Brothers and Nick, so I really have no idea why I am writing this…Here it is! The second day of the kidnapping…if pain scares you, do not read…rating might go up depending on how far I feel like going with this story…
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NICK'S POV
I have been awake for about an hour now, but I didn't dare to open my eyes. I had already discovered that I had been bound and my mouth was duck taped shut. I could feel my bonds cutting into my skin, and tearing off my lips, but still, I did not stir. I felt the bump of the road under us as my captors brought me to who knows where. 'My brothers will save me. This will not be permanent,' was all I could think.
"Nice acting, Nicholas," came a cold voice. I felt my captors' putrid breath against my ear, suggesting he was right next to me. "I know you have been acting for about an hour now, checking out your surroundings with all of your senses. You would make a good spy." He laughed such a menacing laugh that it sent shivers down my spine.
I opened my eyes, and starred at a covered face. The man was large and muscular. He, for what I could tell in the moonlight, was white, and he had two different eye colors; one was a pale blue, the other was sparkling silver. I did not know which one intimidated me more. He was wearing a black face mask, and all I could see were those eyes that seemed to be looking into my soul, and watching every one of my thought and emotion.
"You are probably wondering who I am. And as cliché as this sounds, I am your worst nightmare, and for the next week, you shall be my new test subject and item of torture."
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Kevin's POV
It had been exactly 4 hours since we received the call, and so far, all we found out, was nothing. Joe was taking this extremely hard. He was probably the closest of all to Nick, and I knew that he swore to himself, that when Nick was diagnosed with diabetes, that Joe would protect him and always be there for him. I saw the deadness in Joe's eyes, he was blaming himself.
I reached out and placed my hand on Joe's shoulder, where Stella's arm was before she went off to call Macy about this.
"This is not your fault Joe. We will get him back. Everything will turn out OK." I made my normally joking voice go low and comforting, but Joe did not move. I wondered if a piece of him had left with Nick.
"How could this have happened Kev? Why? Nick doesn't deserve this…" His voice cracked from sadness and exhaustion.
"I know, Joe. He didn't. But I swear to you, and to Nick, that we will get him back and his kidnappers will pay. I mean, once Macy finds out, she will personally rip off all of the poor souls heads."
I managed to get a small smile from that response. You had to admit, seeing grown men cover in fear from a 16 year old, athletic fan girl, was pretty funny.
Big Man walked into the room, Stella following him.
"I'm sorry guys, but that call is untraceable. We can't find their location. But I called your parents. They will be here in about 12 hours. They told me to tell you to hang on, Nick will be found."
I nodded, and Stella sat down next to Joe, and held his hand in a comforting way. I couldn't help but think Get together already!!!!!
"I called Macy and told her. I had a hard time to convince her not to bring her bow and arrow, javelin, hockey stick, baseball bat, golf clubs…well you know. But she is coming up with your parents, and she is not happy. She was bawling and screaming in anger at the same time. She seemed like a time bomb."
We all nodded and Big Man left the room to give us privacy. Joe's phone rang. It had Nick's number on it.
"Answer it Kevin, but put in on speaker," said Stella.
I nodded and picked it up, but first, I turned on my recorder.
"Hello?" I answered, not bothering to keep my raw anger out of my voice.
"Why hello. You must be Kevin. Young Nicholas here has told me so much about you." Responded the same cold and merciless voice from before.
"Who are you, and what have you done to Nick?"
The voice chuckled so coldly that it sent shivers down my spine. "Who I am is not important, and we haven't done a thing to your brother that you would disagree with…yet."
Joe intervened, and cold furry was in his voice. I had never seen him look so murderous.
"I swear, if you harm on hair on his head, I will…"
"Careful Joseph. With words like that, I may not let you talk to your brother. In fact, I am surprised I am letting you already. I know you tried unsuccessfully to trace this call, and that you told your parent's, and a girl named Macy…"
Joe instantly shut up. It was like the man on the other end of the phone knew exactly what to say to activate our fears, weakness, and worry. It was as if he could read our minds, and our emotions.
A laugh was heard on the other end, then some unintelligible words. Then, Nick's voice came through the other end.
"Joe, Kevin?" He sounded fine, just a bit shaken up.
"Nick?" we all said quietly.
"Yeah, it's me guys. How are you?"
"How are we?" I asked shocked. "That doesn't matter right now, Nick! How are you? Have they done anything to you?"
A pause answered my question, and I heard more whispering at the other end. Fear and tension in the room grew to a point were it was suffocating us. Then, we heard a door close on the other end, and Nick finally answered.
"I'm fine, just a bit shaken up about this whole thing. But don't worry about me!" Nick started talking faster, his voice growing quieter and higher, edging close to what I though was hysteria.
"Of course we will worry about..."
"Shut up!" Nick interrupted. "This has to be quick! I know they are still listening to us, but right now, they left the room. Don't worry about me! It's you that they are watching! And it doesn't matter if…"
We all heard a door open and someone storm into the room. Then, we heard a loud smack of a hand hitting Nick's face. Shouts of anger were heard, and then the phone seemed to blow up in static, as we realized someone on the other end must have thrown it against the wall.
"NICK!!!" we all shouted, but only static answered our cry.
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NICK'S POV
"Shut up!" I interrupted. "This has to be quick! I know they are still listening to us, but right now, they left the room. Don't worry about me! It's you that they are watching! And it doesn't matter if…"
I heard the door behind me slam open, and I turned to meet the terrible eyes of the Boss. He grabbed me by the neck and took his other hand, and smacked it hard, and loud, right across my face. I was thrown of the chair, and onto the floor. He picked up my phone, and threw it against the wall, smashing it into bits.
"I warned you to stay to the script. Now you will pay!" anger coursed through his voice like electricity, and I knew he wasn't joking. But it was worth it; my brothers had to know, and if I knew Kevin, he would have been listening to all of that on speaker phone, with a recorder.
I scooted backwards, for my hands and feet were still bound, as he pulled a black object out of his pocket. My eyes widened, and I hit the corner of the room; I was trapped.
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Stella's POV
I felt so useless. All I could do was watch, and comfort Joe after that call. The rage in his eyes left as soon as the phone went dead, and the deadness returned. Tears were coursing down both Joe and Kevin's normally composed faces. Anger bubbled in m stomach and possessed my heart. How dare they! Only I have the right to make Joe cry! Oh, when I get a hold of them, they will pay. I won't even wait for Macy to come and back me up either.
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NICK'S POV
I awoke in a small cell, about 3 feet by 4 feet in size. I was hanging by a solitary rope, which was tied around my wrists, about 2 feet off the ground. My shoulders screamed in protest, and I could feel the rope burning and tearing away at my flesh. My mouth was duck taped again, so all I could do was hang there, in the pitch black darkness, and remember what happened about an hour ago.
Flashback
I scooted backwards, for my hands and feet were still bound, as he pulled a black object out of his pocket. My eyes widened, and I hit the corner of the room; I was trapped.
He advanced toward me, and turned on the small device in his hands. I saw blue sparks of electricity jumped across the top of it; a Taser.
My breaths came in short burst as fear took over my heart and mind. I had no where to go…I was trapped.
He jabbed the Taser into my side, and unimaginable pain was all I could feel. I couldn't move, scream, or do anything but wriggle and flail, like fish desperately trying to find its way back to water. The pain left, but I could still feel the spot, where he had touched it to my skin, burn.
I became aware that my eyes were clenched closed, and hot tears were coursing down my face. My breaths now came in short pants. Please, let this end! But my silent pleas were not answered, as he jabbed the dreaded object onto my side again. It felt like my whole body was on fire. A fire that was eating me and burning me on the inside, and there was no water to extinguish it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I fell, almost happily, into the darkness of my own mind.
End Flashback
That had been about two hours ago. I had no idea about the actual time of day, or passing time. They had taken my watch, phone, and everything I had, but (thank God) my clothes. My throat burned from the lack of water, and my two burns from the Taser still throbbed.
My cell door opened, and a woman with golden eyes came in. She was holding a silver tray with two needles, both filled with a glowing purple liquid of some sort. She switched on a dim light, and smiled at me.
I had no energy or strength to even try and fight her. She took the first of the two needles, and inspected the liquid closely.
"This is meant to hurt, but, if you live, it will help you in the long run." Her sugary sweet voice made me want to gag, and run away in fear. But alas, I was hanging from a ceiling and exhausted. Even if I could have run, I wouldn't have made it very far.
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THE BOSS'S POV…I don't have a name for him yet, so right now, he is called the boss.
'Yes, everything is going according to plan. I have a new test subject, and soon to be five million dollars and it won't matter if the Jonas boy lives or not. No one will be able to prove a thing about it.'
I pressed a button on the intercom, summoning my secretary. She entered, her long white hair glowed in the bright lights, and her golden eyes sparkled.
"No troubles with the boy?"
"None." She responded, her fangs showing in her smile.
"This is good news. He may actually live through it as well."
"It is unlikely, sir. As you know, only one girl has survived longer than a month. She is the only one in ten years. You and I are the only adult survivors of it, as you remember."
I smiled at her uncertainty. "Whether he lives or not is not what I am concerned about." I tapped my fingers on my black desk thoughtfully. "I think is about time that young Nicholas meets the only other living subject, don't you Lamia?"
Lamia smiled at the thought. "I do believe that time has come!"
I smiled and I knew my impatience to see this happen, was showing in my blue and silver eyes. "This will be very interesting indeed." ()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()
Koutai: If any of you have a cool and evil name for the Boss, let me know!!!!! 2 reviews until I update! Until next time!
*Lamia is a Greek myth name of an evil spirit who abducts and murders children. The name means "vampire" in Latin and "fiend" in Arabic. Fitting, huh? She is NOT a vampire though…just FYI.