Day 4

Time: 6:34 A.M

Location: Ryan's house.

'Ring... Ring... Ring...'

"Come on, Jordan," Ryan muttered, foot tapping the ground impatiently. Nick looked over at him from the couch, feet kicked up on the arm chair. Instead of wearing his normal Power Ranger suit, he had street clothes on. His shaggy brown hair was tangled in bed head, dark green eyes still groggy from sleep. "So why do you want to call Jordan again?"

"He's Herobrine's son," Ryan replied, not even hesitating anymore. "And I really need to talk to him about something."

"Wh-wha?..." Nick sat up, shock written across his face. The batman nodded, sighing in frustration and dialing Jordan's number again. Finally, the demigod picked up.

"Hello?"

"Jordan, hi. No time to chat. Listen, I need you over here. Now."

"But what about- isn't Nick visiting your house right now?"

Ryan glanced at the one mentioned, who was starting to tug his Power Ranger suit on. "Yes. He is, but he already knows."

"What?! How?"

Ryan winced and rubbed his ear, pulling the phone away from his head for a moment. Finally he switched the cell to the other ear, where Jordan could be heard lecturing him. "-thought you would wait for me to tell the others. What changed your mind? I don't want the secret out yet, I still have-"

"Three more days, yeah. I get it, Jordan. But when you think about it, three days isn't very long."

There was silence on the other end. Ryan sighed an looked over at Nick, who was just pulling his helmet on.

"Look, Ryan, I-"

"Yeah, you wanted to tell them yourself. I'm sorry. But I've already got Sky to tell Team Crafted, and there are probably only a few people who don't know yet."

There was a clatter on the other side of the call and Ryan winced at the loud crash. Suddenly, Jordan's side of the conversation cut off.

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Location: Jerry's Tree

Jordan trembled, glaring down at the hated cell phone under his foot. His eyes blazed. Why would his friend do this to him?! Sure, he could understand telling Nick, but having to bring the members from Team Crafted into this mess?

Jordan scowled, and for a moment his very essence resembled his father's. Then he sighed and relaxed, taking his foot off the ruined cell phone. Seto hovered a few feet away, patiently waiting for the demigod to calm down. Finally, the ghost said "I think you're overreacting."

Jordan's glare snapped up to the sorcerer, and Seto unintentionally froze in slight fear. Even though he wasn't Herobrine, Jordan had almost the same exact effect on people when he was angry. He could stop them dead in their tracks with those eyes of his. If he went out in public like this, people would definitely react negatively.

"How could I not overreact?" Jordan snapped, moving his glare away. Well, Seto assumed he did anyway, having no pupils to go by. "I just..." Jordan sighed and rubbed his eyes. "...I guess this is the best way to get things out."

Seto nodded and shrugged. He floated over to Jordan, laying a hesitant hand on the demigod's shoulder. "I'm sure Ryan has good intentions. He wouldn't do this if he knew you could."

"What?"

Seto rolled his eyes. "What I mean is that he knows you can't tell the others, even more so now that you don't have any glasses. So he took your job and started telling the others for you."

"...I guess."

Seto smirked slightly and floated down to the cell phone. "But I don't see why you had to ruin this poor phone. It didn't do anything to you."

Jordan rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Location: Unknown

His suit was in shreds. He should repair it soon.

Funny how the most frivolous things enter your mind when you were on the brink of death. It was hot. And dry. Two things that didn't go very well with him at all. He tried to lift a hand, but it was still strapped to the table; just as it had been for the past month. He hadn't even touched water since he last saw the sunlight. It was starting to get unbearable. Sure, he had been given enough gulps of water to keep him alive, but it wasn't saying much.

He groaned, shifting on the hard, bumpy table. He hadn't been on his feet in twenty days, either. When he was captured, they had thrown him in a cell. Then ten days later he had been taken to this torture chamber.

Footsteps echoed, and his amber* eyes widened. No, not again. He couldn't take another round of pain, of torture! A ragged cry escaped his throat, dry and burning from lack of water. His whole appearance was sickly; once blue skin now pale and drained of color.

The door swing open, and in walked the fabled white-eyed demon. "Hello, fish," the dark thing chuckled.

He gulped, too terrified to correct the demon. He shook visibly, wincing away from the burning scalpel that was pressed against the fin on his head. The devil smirked sadistically. "I was thinking we remove this thing today, but I do not think that your friends would like that very much." He chuckled and pressed the tool to his cheek.

He flinched away, jerking his head to the side. The next words that the demon said were ones that he had heard for the past month:

"If you would just tell me more, the suffering will end and I will let you go."

The 'fish' brought up a brief scowl, but it was wiped clean as the scalpel pierced his knee. He grunted in pain but didn't cry out. The burning hot metal was yanked out, then stabbed into his knee again. The demon left it there and grabbed a nasty-looking spear, prodding the same abused knee with the sharpened stick. With a grin, the demon jabbed his knee, then speared him through the calf. He cried out in pain, tears welling in his eyes. He blinked them back and glared weakly at the monster, then shook with fear as the demon brought out a bucket of lava. The being reached in and dipped his hand into the molten rock. "I have already mastered this one," he sneered. "Now the next needs to be conquered. Speak. Now, or I dump this on you."

He cracked then.

"Y-you need to embrace it. It-it isn't like... fire. Water is cool and...soothing. It-it's gentle. You n-need to accept it for it's kind-ness." His voice was raw and dry. He hasn't said anything other than that for the past month. It felt as if his throat was stuffed with cotton. And the cotton was on fire. Maybe his throat was on fire.

The demon chuckled and dipped a small dagger into the lava, drawing a thin swirl on the 'fish's' arm. He winced at the burning and shouted, writhing.

"Do not move, you will mess it up."

When the dagger was brought away, a scar of a whirlpool was burned into his shoulder. It would be almost impossible to hide if he ever got out of here.

"Thank you, Quentin. You just helped me take one more step towards the destruction of the Overworld."

Husky had never craved water more than he had then. But he couldn't have it, even though it was neatly tattooed into his shoulder. So close but yet so very far away.

Yeah, I screwed up in the days count in the previous two chapters. But I fixed them, so by the time you read this they'll be fine. And yes, I gave Husky amber eyes. Why, may you ask? Because... I forgot he had black eyes. But by the time I had enough time to search up what color his skin's eyes were, I was too lazy to go back and change it. And besides, amber is better than black...

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed! If you would take the time to review I would greatly appreciate it! See you my peopleses!