Chibiyu: Nick is back yay!!!!!! *glomps Nick*
Nick: I guess it's too late to run again huh?
Chibiyu: Major warning here; I was afraid to write this chapter. If you get squeamish easily, do NOT read. I HAD to add a lot of detail to show the difference of LEMUR and JONAS. I warned you.
STILL DON'T OWN JONAS…for which Nick is thankful.
JONAS' BOSS POV
I knew of Viper's rebellion and I didn't not stop it. It was a test, nothing more. If Python got out alive without their help like I knew he planned to, he was the best. And after that, if the JONAS operatives were successful in aiding him, they all got promoted to Python's team. My no good brother won't know what hit him. After all, mom didn't when dad 'died,' this was just a little beauty I call revenge.
JOE'S POV
I was never more thankful that this was Spring Break. It made it so much easier covering up my mistake. That and finding out Macy was a JONAS spy and had been covering for Nick for years…so she promised to cover again, speaking only to Kevin and glaring at me whenever she had to look my way. I guess she wasn't as forgiving as Nick, whose trust I still had to earn.
MACY'S POV
Viper, Lion, Cricket and Shark each played their part in saving Nick and I was doing mine. I was the cover and I held the secret of JONAS and of LEMUR and of Nick's capture from the world…well mainly his parents. But I had to do it and Nick could escape himself, but he couldn't become his own cover. Now…what should I do with Joe?
Should I rip off his face, pluck out his precious hair, one strand by one or should I send Nick on him…no, Nick will be too nice. Hmm…I could maul him when I am holding something sharp and 'accidently' send him to the hospital…no too dangerous. Why was this so difficult?
Oh right…I am a Super JONAS #1 fan…dang it.
NICK'S POV
36 hours to go and I a feeling the worst was soon coming. I had a feeling of darkness…despair…and of death. My death.
JOE'S POV
How could I have not seen, not known what my own fellow agents, my own company does to its prisoners? Nick had to be making it all up…he was a spy, lying came with the job…lying was the job. But then again…the fear in his eyes seemed so genuine…but LEMUR wouldn't ever do that, even to a JONAS operative, even to the JONAS best spy…would they?
How long could my cover story with Macy last? How long could Nick last before I found the perfect time to bust him out? Yes he did beat Van Dyke but he would have to be so much tougher to survive this…if what he told me was true that is.
NICK'S POV
Joe didn't believe me about his company and I still couldn't trust him. I watched my door open but again, did nothing, even though I suspected I was about to see the worst of keeping the JONAS oath.
"Guess what JONAS scum? It's time for my favorite game." LEMUR agent Crocodile sneered and I instantly scoffed at how stupid this guy was for wearing his badge. Idiot Platinum. "But before we play this little game, let me tell you this; four out of five will die so why you don't tell me where your JONAS Head Quarter's is."
He was really bribing me with that? All JONAS operatives knew that if lives had to be taken, chose to lesser route and that was the game. I would rather risk losing 4 lives, myself included, than the 400 that would die if I gave away anything…but why not go out with a laugh?
"You want to know where the HQ is?" I sighed, making it seem like I was really going to tell this fool.
"Tell me."
I smiled. "It's up your ass." I hated the taste the swear left on my tongue but it was worth it to see this guy inflate with anger. But it mattered not considering I only had about a 20% chance of living through this hour.
Croc growled and yanked me up by the hair and I forced myself to not growl and bite his hand off. No one touches my hair. He forced me into a fireproof room, judging from the burns and lacerations on the door and walls and floor and ceiling, and I faced the other four. I noted the fear in their eyes, three boys and a steely eyed girl, but each of them held relief; they were happy I didn't give in to them and deny the Oath. Their eyes told me they did the same thing. I nodded to them and they nodded back, one of the guys smiling.
"Hope you scum like it hot." Croc whispered before walking out and the floor suddenly reeked of gasoline. And a match was lit.
JOE'S POV
On any other day with any other circumstance, I would have proudly strutted with my new Silver Elite badge gleaming on my chest. But under this circumstance, by betraying my little brother…that should not be honored. This badge would never symbolize achievements and bragging rights, but of horrid memories and bitter feelings it would bring.
But now I had influence and power. Now I could learn confidential things and help my little brother. Now I could finally earn back his trust.
"Stand tall Danger!" My Boss ordered and greeted. It was now or never.
"Sir?" I asked hesitantly and he looked back at me and stopped walking. "What is done with the captured JONAS agents?"
He smirked, reveling in the information. "We make them talk and if need be, we break them."
NICK'S POV
Fear, secrecy, pain; the downfalls of the even the best agents and all would eventually be the death of me. Secrecy caused fights, fights led to fear and possibly paranoia, and all that ultimately led to pain which inadvertently, could lead to death.
The fire instantly erupted soundless, the smoke thoroughly covering the room as I pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose. I couldn't see a thing and I dove to the ground, finding no fresh air. Finding not a trace of the glow from the advancing fire, only hearing its merry crackle as it raced towards its victims. 4 would die.
And then the heat hit me. Burning me without the aid of the fire's lick, making me want to scream if I had the air. Suffocating, blinded, and already sweating, I knew that my chances to live had just dropped to zero. The girl screamed and all I could think over the deafening roar of flames was that no one would survive this…and she was the first victim.
I heard the ventilation system turn on and the air instantly cleared to show an orange colored room, the source too blinding to look at and I back up against the wall and watched, horrified as the fire claimed the girl's life.
Screeching and withered the fire consuming her, climbing up her clothes, blistering her bubbling skin, her blond hair turning to fire snakes that engulfed her. She clawed uselessly at the door, her nails falling as she left large gouges in blackened blood. Her screams died as she fell to the ground, withering and twitching as the fire hungrily fed. I convulsed as I watched her and one of the guys barfed as another prayed and the last just starred. Mesmerized like we all were. We wanted to look away, but we couldn't. We watched the fire eat away her skin until bone turned black as the flames leapt over her still form, the echo of her last scream still etched on what was left of her face. 3 more would die.
KEVIN'S POV
I bumped into a girl walking down the street and apologized, my hand covering the note she had subtle slipped into my hand as I 'stumbled.'
Sunlight faded to dusk and oceans swell.
Oh no. Nick.
Could he last this game of fire until he escaped in 36 hours?
NICK'S POV
BEST. GAME. EVER. Please note the sarcasm in my own thoughts.
The remaining four of us were pressed onto the only remaining untouched portion, amazed the fire hadn't traveled as fast as originally thought. But that must have been purposefull to draw out the fear and pain. They were monsters. How could Joe not see that?
One guy jumped horribly as the fire came up next to him and he lost balance, falling face first into the lethal flames. He yelled out unintelligibly as his whole being caught fire and burned.
"HELP ME!!!" He yelled to us but we all stood and watched and I cried. We all wanted to help but if we did, the fire would consume us both. "PLEASE!!! I HAVE A CHILD!" He yelled again as the fire ate his hair, showing no mercy but again, we did nothing. Though we all cried for him and unnamed kid. How could they do this? Tearing him permanently away from his kid. Killing so many without second thoughts.
His pleas faded into one long agony filled scream as the fire raced and covered every inch of his body and that was when I realized that out clothes as prisoners, were infused with LEMUR's gun powder; extremely flammable and non combusting, promising us of death as soon as the fire touched us. As if in a trance, we watched him fall as his screams faded and again, we saw bone emerge and blacken…but this time, we saw his eyes. We saw the fear, the pain, and the fire engulfing them just before the light left. What a way to go…and something told me I was soon to be next.
JOE'S POV
What did that mean? How did they break them? Was Nick in danger?
I looked over my shoulder as my heart seemed to contract in sudden fire. I sat down in a chair as the emotion overwhelmed me, along with sorrow and my vision seemed to flash orange for a mere second and I heard what sounded of flames. And the last thing I could feel was unimaginable pain.
I blinked and it was over. What the heck was that?
But somehow I knew.
Somehow, I knew someone I loved was in trouble.
Somehow, I knew it was Nick.
NICK'S POV
I couldn't get their yells out of my head and I couldn't stop seeing them getting eaten in the flames bite. I couldn't help thinking of Joe and how I left him without trust. Of Kevin and how I couldn't remember my last words to him. Of mom and dad who had no idea that I was even in danger. And of Frankie who was in danger because of this. If I died here, did it mean my family was safe?
The flames tongues reached out and almost touched us and then they popped and raced to us, hitting us all at the same time and we all screamed in surprise and pain. My nose was suddenly clogged with the horrid smell of burning flesh and death. My leg was tensed as pain shoot up and down faster than lighting and completely indescribable. I think I was screaming, but I was too lost in the paroxysm to hear myself.
The searing burn wasn't enough to make me fall into unconsciousness but enough to make we want to die. Now. I wasn't able to follow the flames progress nor was I able to tell if I was still standing or withering on the floor. I wasn't able to tell if the others were alive and watching. I wasn't able to tell if I was even close to death. All I could tell was of they agony embedded in my very bones. I could feel the fire scorching everything from my bones and blood to me heart and eyes.
Would it be worth it to live? Forever impaired?
But none of that mattered now. I heard myself scream, a blood curling, high pitched, loud whine that was filled with all of the distress and torment that I was being forced to endure. And the fire seemed to enter my dry throat and the smoke seemed to thicken…no…it wasn't…the smoke…it was me.
I felt the pain.
I saw the blackness.
I saw the light.
I saw death.
I heard death.
And now…I felt…
Chibiyu…I warned you. I cried writing this. Ok I only cried because when I get an idea, it comes like a movie in my head and I write what I see. I saw all of this happening and toned it down for you. All the withering, the clawing, the screaming…*shudders* Until Next Update!
And by the way, Friday-Sunday I will not be able to update because I will be at Chicago.
