Outcasts Within Our Being (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 18 - A Not So Cheerful Reunion

Jordan woke up the next day in utter shock and confusion. Besides the fact that Jordan tried to slip out of the chair he was tied onto and completely failed by topping over to the side, his day started out just fabulous.

He groaned in frustration, unable to sit up right without the help with Carter. Even worse, Carter wasn't even there to assist him, and who knew when he would come back. Luckily it didn't take long for a person to appear to be a chaperon for Jordan.

It was certainly not Carter, but another familiar face. "Tucker..?" He murmured as the man approached. He man shook his head, frowning.

"Not even close." He chuckled. "Jeremiah's the name." The so called Jeremiah helped Jordan up and grimaced as he scrambled onto his feet.

Jordan was surprised at first, realizing he man hadn't tied him back onto the chair. That was obviously a wrong mo- "Damn it..." Jordan muttered under his breath as Jeremiah tied him into the chair.

"I'm not dumb! Just stupid." Jeremiah teased. He began to snicker to his own joke, even though it wasn't even funny. Even I wouldn't even consider it a joke.
Well Now I know who isn't such a threat. Jordan told to himself.

Jordan rolled his eyes, waiting for the obvious experiments they were going to put him through sooner or later. But Jeremiah stay put, seeming to wait for something. Or at least tried to stay put.

He would constantly circle around the room, ask Jordan the most cliche of questions, and would ever so often mess with all the syringes on the desk. This guy has some serious ADHD. Jordan thought.

Just a few minutes after, a familiar figure entered the room. Someone who was once so innocent and carefree, now seemingly found so wild and angry. There was a glum look on the younger boy's face, as a sense of fear washing over him.

"A-Andor-why-how-what happened?" Jordan stuttered, his eyes trailing towards Jeremiah. "What did you do to him?!" His voice filled with pure rage. Jeremiah fidgeted in his place, suddenly interested in the floor pattern.

Jordan's cobalt eyes met Andor's once light blue ones, a dull grey taking over the aquamarine color. Jordan's eyes widened as a wicked grin grew on Andor's face.

This was definitely not the same Andor (the mandor) who had been one of his closest friends in Ruxomar. Jordan sensed a dark presence, giving him goosebumps when he looked straight into the eyes of his old friend.

There were dark circles underneath his eyes, and his skin was sickly pale. His hair was ruffled, and there was little sanity left in him. "Hello, Jordan." Andor greeted, his voice seeming way deeper than usual. "It's been a while."

Okay, that voice is really familiar. It's not Andor's, but another familiar one. Jordan said to himself. "M'lord." Jeremiah declared, kneeling before Andor. Jordan glared at Jeremiah, utterly confused.

Jeremiah smirked, about to say something, but stopped himself from doing so. Instead, he said, "You have something on your chin." Jordan growled and sent daggers at him. Jeremiah knew Jordan was tied up, so he couldn't do anything about it.

"Ah, a hostile one are we?" Not-Andor stated, getting Jordan's attention. "Last time I saw you, you were nothing but a coward, hiding behind your friends for support." He said, trying to mess with Jordan's feelings.

"I've learnt to take care of myself. I can't let anyone else get hurt anymore." Jordan snarled. "Now who are you, and what did you do to Andor?" Not-Andor laughed at Jordan's oblivious response, as Jeremiah laughed along.

"Here's a hint. I am the supreme lord and have sacrificed many lives, even my own children, that I shall live. I am the lord of darkness, keeper of time, the most evil soul out there." He declared.

"Darth Vader...?" Jordan muttered, hoping to intimidate the dark being. Jeremiah narrowed his eyes, glaring at Jordan. And I thought I was stupid. Jeremiah told himself.

"It's-" Jeremiah began, his ADHD getting the best of him, but was soon cut off by Jordan. "No no no! I'm so stupid! It's obviously Hitler!" Jordan teased, a goofy smile forming on his face as Not-Andor flushed in anger.

"Who the hell is Hitler and Darth Vader?" Jeremiah questioned. "Are they as cool as M'Lord? Oh, what have they done to have such titles? Why do they call themselves that? Is it like a metaphor or something?"

"Well you see, they are-" Jordan tried to explain, as Not-Andor waved his hand and mentally slapped the two boys.

"ENOUGH!" He screeched, narrowing his eyes at them. "Jeremiah, I was expecting more of you. And as for you, Sparklez, you have the guts to use that attitude to your lord. I don't like it."

Jordan's grin grew larger on his face, making look like Joker. Trust me, it did not look cute. "I stay faithful to Ianite, and my lady only." Jordan declared a spark burning deep within him. Andor-I mean Not-Andor, frowned at his response.

"Then we'll have to change that. And you will be in the same state as poor ol' Randy." He snarled, his full grey eyes clouding up like the clouds on a stormy night. But Jordan didn't have a single doubt about this ominous creature.

"Andor." Jordan scoffed. "And if I could defeat you once, I can defeat you again, you coward." Botan's face softened, an innocent smile forming on his face.

"Me?! Ha! I'm the coward?!" "At least I don't put all my friends in danger! And remember Ianite? Capsize? Jerry? All of them! You killed them, boy."

"I-It was me..! Look, I didn't mean to!" Jordan retorted, but a part of him was screaming it was all his fault. Botan was breaking Jordan mentally through his past mistakes. The once peaceful Ianitee was being corrupted with horrid thoughts.

The screen above the entrance door (that just so happened to be there) began to flash multiple colors, before setting on a group of familiar individuals. The sky people, joined by Katie and Shawn were approaching. Jordan yelled at the screen, hoping they could hear him. "GUYS LEAVE PLEASE! NOW!" He cried.

Botan quickly grabbed two guns out of his pocket, one pointed at Jordan and himself. "You are going to end your friends lives as quickly as this boy's and yours if you do not hush up." That made Jordan shut up.

Tears began to stream down his face, imagining what would happen if Botan pulled the triggers. It didn't matter what happened to him anymore. He didn't care. He just wanted his friend to live safely, go home even.

But he knew that was not the case. No matter how many times he would tell them, they would never turn back. He felt so stupid to feel so safe in this world. It was like every other universe he had been in; cruel, painful, shameless, and absolutely not safe.

Botan grinned at Jordan's form, lowering the guns. A sudden sense of relief filled Jordan's chest. Botan once again realized the tension in the room had been lowered down. He wasn't a big fan of it. By a snap of his fingers,

Whhooosshhh...

Botan exited Andor's boy, a dark aroma filling the room. An indescribable screech escaped Andor's lips, before he collapsed onto the ground before Jordan. Jordan screamed at Botan, crying as his friend lay limply on the ground.

It's all my fault. He thought.

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Sorry the ending was rushed. I have to go bye!

~Rose

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