A.N: I know, I'm on FF-break, and yet I'm starting a new story? Well... this idea has actually been in my head for a long, longtime, and I was dreaming about it last night, and I woke up with the goal to actually write it :) I was just going to include C3, to make it simpler, but I really didn't think that their characters would fit the part the way I wanted them to... ya know? So I decided to include the "Lucas" brothers, since that's the best I can think of for now :) - Anyway, this will be a little darker than some of my other fictions (yes, if that's not scary, I don't know what is). Just warning you guys :) - I am going to try to update as frequently as I can, but guess what? I finally got my PC back (somewhat at least) and just yesterday, it crashed again... the same problem, too. It never got fixed :( So I'm back to the laptop.. oh joy!
Anyway, I will stop this horribly-long A/N, and instead just say no, I don't own CR or JONAS, and please, please review!!!
P.S. I am calling this 'Paranoid' until I can get back on my pc and pick a different title, so the title will be changing, but I will tell you guys what it is before I change it :) Enjoy in the process :)
I didn't know what was happening - or what had happened. I didn't even know where I was, or if I was maybe... dreaming? Colors were swirling in my head, vaguely fading in and out, before returning to the dense darkness. I was pretty sure I preferred the mixed up rainbow flooding through my head instead of the black. The darkness had a sinister feeling to it, one that made me tremble subconsciously.
I remember being afraid - I remember running. I remember blood... Falling, hard, to the ground. Men surrounding me, their voices blending together, and only one standing out, a tall shape stepping out from the mist of them. And then the darkness swallowed me, and it's refused to leave me since. Why can't I break free from it? Why won't it release me?
Voices... voices surrounding me, talking loudly. Laughs, cheers, and snide remarks. I open my mouth to respond to them, but I can't. I want to scream, and I'm freaking out, but my body refuses to respond. I can't even open my eyes. Why can't I react? Why won't my body move?
One voice in particular stands out, and I can't help but flinch as it speaks. Why do I know that voice, and why does it strike such fear into me? I can't understand anything, except for the strange-colored flashes breaking through the blackness. What was going on? I can't make sense of this up or down.
I groan in frustration, and I hear the voices stop, and I wonder why. I try to force my eyes to open, but they refuse to work with me. The voices begin again, only muffled this time, and now I can't understand anything they're saying. For some reason, this scares me more so, and I fight to break out of the darkness.
Finally, my body seems to react, and I can move again. Slowly, I open my eyes, everything still clouded from the blackness. The world seems to be spinning as I snap my eyes shut, the sudden light hurting my eyes. The noises stop, and out of curiosity I force my eyes to re-open. What I see surprises me.
The first thing that I notice is that it isn't bright at all. In fact, there's hardly any light, and I appear to be in some sort of cave. There's a small fire in the far corner, and I can vaguely make out dark, tall shapes faced towards it. I muffle my groan as I wriggle, attempting to see more clearly.
Even without making much noise, I attract the attention of the dark shapes in the corner. I stop, breathing hard as one gets up, turning around, and I can see the face of a man. I pull back as the man steps towards me, staring down at me, wondering why I feel so afraid suddenly. It doesn't make sense that I'm terrified of him.
As he draws away from the fire, I can see his face clearly, and with a gasp I pull away, my eyes widening as I wonder why he's here. I thought that I'd never see him again. And yet, he's here, staring down at me with a wicked grin and power in his eyes.
It only makes sense that the fear I feel sends me straight back to the blackness, but, this time, I don't mind.