Koutai: Hi! Thanks for reading my first JONAS fanfic! Here is the next chapter, and yes, I love Jonas Brothers and Nick, but I had a dream and thus a fanfic was born!!!!! Here it is! The sixth day of the kidnapping!!!! Enjoy!!!
I DON'T, NEVER HAVE, OR NEVER WILL OWN JONAS, SO DON'T SUE!!!! But I do own the Nameless one, the Boss, and Lamia.
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The picture showed Nick, eyes downcast and dead, tied against a pole in a white room. An expression of pain was clearly shown on his face, and his back was a bloody and torn mess. We could just make out the outline of a black whip cutting through the air, and towards Nick's exposed back.
"I'm gonna kill them!" screamed Joe, Kevin, and Macy at the same time, each of them grabbing randomly at one of Macy's sport items.
"Not before I kill them! They will pay for hurting Nick!!!! And do you have any idea how impossible it is to get blood stains out of clothes?" Ok, not my best choice of words.
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BOSS'S POV
I couldn't help but pace my room with thoughtful impatience. Both of my little test subjects, until recently, haven't shown the full extent of their mutations. Obviously, the green injection worked, because neither of them had so much as a scar on their backs from last night. And project 463 took over my whole ambush wiping it out in seconds. She still needs to prove the Gold, and young Mr. Lucas needs to show his… I rubbed my hands together in anticipation, letting out a dark chuckle. This would be fun...
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LAMIA'S POV
By the order of the Boss, I walked into Nick's cell. The poor teen was still fast asleep in the corner where I left him the night before. Sadness cut through my heart as I remembered the nameless girls' first night here. How she clung to me, and I comforted her.
I found myself wishing that the Boss could see the sadness and loneliness in their hearts, like I could. I had always been able to see people's emotions, which is why the Boss changed me and recruited me, but he is cruel, and the only emotion in his heart is hatred. Some people might ask why I serve him. The answer, I am his sister, and I have to stick with the only family I have left.
I gazed at the sun deprived youth in front of me and sighed softly, taking in his filthy curly hair, his ripped and bloodstained clothes, the dark bags under his eyes, and the slow, rhythmic breathing of his slumber. Don't get attached.
I silently walked over to him, and lightly ran my hand over his back, checking for any open wounds. To my relief and surprise, I found none. I then checked his pulse, and he shivered a little in his sleep as my cold hands went to his throat.
I gazed at his face for a moment, and wiped some grime off his cheek before I left to inform my brother about Nick's condition. But I saw a small piece of paper sticking out of his pocket, and I took it without a second thought.
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DEVI'S POV
I knew something was up when the Boss came into my little cell, smirking at me. I stood, and met his gaze with the same level of intensity; it was a staring contest in which he would lose.
"I've got something for you to see, my little subject." He said, in an almost purring voice that sent shivers of fear down my spine. All I could think about was what he could be doing to Nick.
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NICK'S POV
I was abruptly awoken by two armed guards slamming the door open, blinding me from the bright lights outside. They roughly tore off my bindings, and forced me to my feet, by my neck. When I started struggling against their hold, one of them just swung my over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. I stopped struggling and balanced my elbow against the guard back, and rested my face in my hand, trying unsuccessfully, to get rid of the headache the blinding lights had caused.
I starred, unblinking, at the guard I was facing. He was very big, taller than 6 feet, and had a rather shapeless face. His hazel eyes looked uneasy under my pressuring gaze. I allowed myself a small smirk.
I was led, and dropped, into a small, dark room. It took me a moment to figure out that they were strapping my down onto a large wooden table. I felt them put something onto my temples, and then they left me, my fear kicking in.
I strained to get out. Or even to move, but my hands, ankles and waist were held down by thick leather straps, that even the Hulk wouldn't be able to break.
I was alone and in the dark for about ten minutes and I was seriously getting bored. The fear was still there, but dulled from my boredom. I thought about trying to talk to Devi, but thought against it. So, I settled for what any bored rock star would do, singing. And it felt kind good to be doing that again, and at first, I had no idea what to sing, but then I realized this room reminded me of a police interrogation room…why not?
"My friend
calls me at 9 o-clock
Says, "Get the car it's time to
rock"
Never heard him speak this way
I grab the
keys and hit the road
It's all a flash but who would know
How
the story would unfold
Don't charge me for the crime
Wrong
place, wrong time
Don't charge me for the crime
Wrong place,
wrong time
Don't charge me for the crime
My friend gets in
the car with bags
Filled to the top with loads of cash
Throws
his pistol on the dash
Says, "I'm sorry for the
crime
That I've involved you in this time
You're the only
friend I've got."
So, don't charge me for the crime
Wrong
place, wrong time
Don't charge me for the crime
Wrong place,
wrong time
Don't charge me for the crime
I start to
freak and scream so loud
Just like the females in the crowd
That's
when he gets in my head
You could live just like a king
With
everything you'd ever need
All the dreams of every man
Don't
charge me for the crime"
Lamia entered my room, and just watched me sing. I warily watched her, but did not stop.
"Wrong
place, wrong time
Don't charge me for the crime
Wrong place,
wrong time
Don't charge me...
Siren sound and my heart was
poundin'
I looked at my man as the cops surround him
A teen on
the scene with no objective
The American dream can be so
deceptive
Now I see the flashing lights
There goes my
future and my life
Now I've got to do what's right
I stop
the car and throw the keys
Out of the window sets me free
I
throw the pistol in the back
I throw him out of the car
I
Say, "You know me well
I'm not going to jail
I'm not
paying your bail"
Believe me when I say
They wont charge
me for the crime"
When I finished, I could have sworn I saw Lamia mouthing the words with me, but it was too dark for me to be sure.
The door opened again, and the Boss entered, pulling behind him a very irritated Devi. I tried to silently ask her what was up, but she just shook her head. The Boss smiled.
"Alright. This here is not a fun room for people that don't do what we ask. And we are asking you to show us your mutations. Here is what we expect." He motioned for Lamia to continue, and she did, but her voice was not as cold and steady as it had been before.
"Nicholas here is strapped to a table that has a live electric current running though it. He will receive a small shock every time you," she said looking at Devi, "refuse to show us what you can do. We already know that the green and purple were a success with both of you, but the gold is a mystery to us. Until you show us it, Nicholas will be in great pain."
I closed my eyes in disgust. They were using me to get to her.
'Nick?' she sounded so scared and uncertain.
'What ever they do to me, you can not show them your power. If you do, they will have won.'
'Nick…' She sounded close to tears. I hated the Boss and Lamia for doing this to her. 'Nick.' She called my name again, but I ignored her. Rude? Yes, but I would not let her hear the fear in my thoughts. I have to be strong for her.
"Begin!" the Boss bellowed.
I felt a small shock course through my body. It hurt like the Taser did, but I let no gasp of pain escape my face, or no hint of it show in my statue face.
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DEVI'S POV
Was I angry at Nick for ignoring me? No. He did what he had to do, and I will do what I have to do. I watched him as the first shock was sent at him. He did not stir, and the only thing I noticed was the slight pause in his breathing, as he felt the pain.
The Boss was watching me, but I kept my face as still and clear as Nick's. They would not win yet. I connected my mind with Nick's, to try and numb his pain, but with no avail. I could feel his mind and thoughts, but he was blocking me from talking to him, and sharing his feelings. The Boss snapped his fingers and another shock was sent.
I heard the electricity crackling as it raced toward its helpless victim. I saw Nick's already fisted hands tighten, and his arm shook a little, but no pain was shown in his still face. The third shock made Nick take sharp intake of breath, but still I did nothing but watch.
"As you can tell," said Lamia, her voice shaking as Nick took the fourth shock. "The shocks are increased in voltage every time you stay silent. It will keep on climbing until it kills him, or until you show us."
'Don't Devi. I'll be fine.' I watched Nick, and I knew he knew that I was, but he did not turn toward me, or do anything to acknowledge he had told me anything.
This went on for awhile, and I could feel my heart breaking from watching this. On the 13th shock, Nick cried out in pain. It tore my heart out of my chest. I could feel tears falling down my cheeks, as I watched him trembling from pain on the table. The 14th shock caused his body to arch and he let of a scream of bloody murder. And trust me, you may think you know what that sounds like, but you never do until you hear it. He fell back onto the table, withering a little, and tears escaping from his closed eyes. I had to stop this.
He turned toward me and opened his eyes. They seemed to be pleading with me. But he soon closed them and shrieked again as the 15th shock coursed through him. I opened my mouth.
"Don't." I looked at Nick's pale face, and saw pain etched in every one of his perfect features.
"I have to." The Boss looked at me, and I looked at him. I listed to Nick's grunts of pain as the shocks continued, and my heart shattered. I closed my eyes.
I felt my short curly hair lengthen, and straighten, until it was a little below my shoulders. I felt myself shrink an inch or so. When I opened my eyes, I was an exact replica of Demi Lovato. The Boss smile couldn't have been bigger as he turned off the electricity.
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NICK'S POV
I starred at Devi with my rapidly fading vision, and watched her turn in Demi's twin in ripped clothes. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the Boss's triumphant smile.
I woke up slowly about an hour later. I was back in my cell; one of my ankles was tied to the wall. But I didn't bother moving. I was too tired, and everywhere was sore. I forced my head up when my door opened for the second time today. Much to my surprise, Lamia came in with an unrestrained Devi following her. She didn't even put up a fight when Lamia tied her ankle to the wall.
She starred at me, and I starred back, unmoving. She blinked and looked down, tears falling from her aquamarine eyes. Not a word was shared between us. Then:
'Are you mad?'
I was surprised at her question, and answered truthfully, and with my voice.
"Absolutely!" I saw her stiffen. "Those idiots deserve to have their heads ripped off by thousands of screaming and rabid fans for doing this to you!" My voice wasn't very strong or loud, but my anger was clearly detected.
She starred at me. And against my muscles screams of protest, I moved over toward her, and gently pulled her so she was sitting in between my legs, and her head was resting against my chest. "I would never be mad at you. You did what you had to, and you followed your heart. How could I be mad?" I whispered softly into her ear.
I felt her relax a bit, and I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on top of her head. For some reason, this felt right, and she fit perfectly in my arms.
"Are you alright?" she whispered softly, concern was filling her sweet voice.
"I am now." Call it cheesy, cliché, or whatever you like, but it was true. There was something comforting about her warm weight and presence that took my mind off of my burning muscles. She squeezed my hand, and my heart started thumping wildly. I knew she heard it, or felt it, but she didn't say a thing.
'We need a plan to get out of this place. And we need it before your brothers pay that money. We both know that the Boss will never let you go, even for 5 million dollars.'
I thought about it. 'You're right. We should plan to do it early Monday; just before they go out to get my bro's the money.' I felt her nod.
'Here's what we should do.' And so, for a few hours, we sat, just brainstorming, until we had a perfect plan formed.
After a few moments of silence, I found that I could barely keep my eyes open. I rested my head back on her soft hair, and promptly fell asleep to the sound of Devi's slow, even breaths.
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KEVIN'S POV
I was jumping up and down with excitement and anticipation. We had made the perfect plan to bust Nick and the Nameless One out of that horrible alien filled place! We were going to do it early Monday, before we were supposed to hand the Boss the money.
Joe's Phone rang again, showing Nick's number. Macy picked it up.
"Hello, this is your worst nightmare speaking." She said in a happy, but evil sounding voice at the same time, which earned a chuckle from the Boss.
"Ah, Ms. Macy. You are the girl Nick keeps thinking will rip off my head with your many sports equipment, are you not?"
"And I will, if you hurt one hair on Nick's head!"
"Oh no! I am so scared!" the Boss said mockingly. "I guess I will be headless for the exchange then!" He was laughing so hard at Macy, that she almost broke the phone with her angry hands. I took it away, and a new voice, which sounded like a woman version of the Boss's voice, came through.
"Hello everyone. Listen closely, for I am only going to say this once. The exchange site will be 30 miles north, and 5 west of your current position. It will be made at 7 pm sharp. If you are even 2 minutes late, all that will be awaiting you, will be your brothers severed head. Is this clear?"
"Y-yes."
"Good. Now, the rules of the exchange are simple. One person is sent up to the middle of the valley, with the money. I will be coming with your brother. Only one person is to walk up to us, though you can bring as many people to the exchange as you please. If this rule is followed, and if the time is correct, you will receive your brother, alive, and with his head on his shoulders. Am I clear?"
"Yes. Loud and clear."
"Good. I…I also have a small message for you, from Nick. He said that he loves you, and can not wait to see all of your faces again."
"Wait, let Nick say that himself."
"Truthfully, Kevin, he cannot. He is sleeping, seeing as it is 1 am. And he never actually said this. I took a note from his pocket that he wrote on. I thought I should convey the message."
"Why?" I was curious. Since when were these phone calls nice?
"Because, I have a brother too. Remember what I told you about the exchange." The phone clicked dead. And a small smile was forming on everyone's lips from Nick's words. ()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()~~~~~~()
Koutai: So, how is everyone? I am bored, so I will get right onto writing the next chapter. Until next update!