A/N Alright, this chapter is more of an introduction as it were. Also, I’m not really sure why Jonas Brother’s stuff ends up in the Cinderella Story section, but I’m just going with it. I hope to get some feedback on this, be it positive or negative…you’re criticism means a lot.

-Havah

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the Jonas Brothers…I own this plot. At least as far as I know.

Kevin’s POV

It had all happened so fast. The gunshots, the yelling, the screaming, then it was over. I pulled myself up off of the ground, opening my eyes. The second I was up security was pulling me back stage. I saw Joe being escorted back as well and I looked to my other side, expecting to see Nick, but he wasn’t there. My heart stopped. Where was he? I looked behind me. Nothing. I looked back at Joe, not sure of what else to do, I hoped, prayed that Nick was alright, hiding behind an amp or something…but Joe clearly knew more then I did, maybe he hadn’t closed his eyes during the attack. He was crying. At least I think he was crying, he wasn’t close enough to tell. Once we were safely out the back door and in to one of the many black SUVs I looked over at Joe. “Joe…what’s wrong?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his response.

“Did you miss it?” he asked me, looking at me tearfully. I nodded, I was too scared for what he was about to say to do much else. “Kevin they took him!”

“W-what?” My voice shook with fear as I looked in to Joe’s teary eyes.

“They just took him.” He shook his head slightly, almost disbelieving. “They pulled from the ground, put a gun to his head and dragged him off…it was almost like nothing else really mattered to them.” Oh god. Oh god no. Not Nick, anyone but Nick…he was so…vulnerable. I couldn’t speak to respond to Joe’s words, sobs were catching in the back of my throat. Instead I wrapped my arms around Joe and pulled him in to a hug. I knew were both worried about the same thing. Nick couldn’t handle himself, not in a situation like this. It wasn’t that he was weak it was that he was sheltered from practically everything. He’d had us his whole life and now he was alone and probably terrified out of his mind. I hated the thought. Why Nick? Why couldn’t they have taken Joe or I? Hell, why not all of us? Was this a grudge thing? It couldn’t be, Nick wouldn’t even kill spiders, he made us take them outside…he wouldn’t ever give someone a reason to hate him.