Taryn and Jack - NYSM2, Discontinued and up for adoption

Photos Taken By Snobby Nitwit Chapter 4

Taryn's P.O.V.

Okay, so this freaky little dude, likes being considered dead? Man, what is up with the people these days? I mean, I know Jack was considered ' dead ' for a while, but he's back now. It's not like he intentionally got himself ' killed ' so he could disappear off the face of the planet.

This guy's crazy.

" Follow me. " The little man, I forgot his name even though he just told me it, gestures for us to follow him. " You pulled a hat out of a rabbit. " The man says as he points to Seb. " That was very colorful.

" Almost eight and a half years ago, " Sebastian explains, slightly annoyed. " so no need to bring that up. "

" We can't all be held accountable for our adolescent personas, " The man smiles as he grabs a cookie off of a table filled with desserts and drinks. He gestures to Daniel with his cookie hand. " can we, magicolio? "

Daniel shoves his hands into his pockets in boredom. " Magicolio. That was 15 years ago. "

My attention shifts from my group of friends and the weirdo to a beautiful painting on the wall. I turn my gaze to it and admire the perfect paint strokes.

" That is called ' Majestic Knight '. It was painted by an Italian Painter, Juaquin DeVoukill. ( I totally just made up this name and painting name on the spot. ) The man says pridefully as we walk towards me. He grins at the painting.

" Oh, really? Wow. How did you get this painting? Did you kidnap the painter and force him to paint this for you? You seem to be really good at drugging people and dragging them across the world. " I say sarcastically while pulling my dress down a bit after getting an weird look from one of this guys bodyguards.

Deciding the change the subject, the guy claps his hands together and turns back to my friends.

Jack has narrowed his eyes at the man now. I wonder that he's thinking?

" Would you like to know, my friends, just how I got you here? "

" Dude, I literally just explained how you got us here. " I snap.

" No, no you didn't. " The guy's in serious denial right now. Gosh. I hate these types of dudes. And I thought Daniel was cocky.

" You stole our files and-" Merritt begins.

" Stop! " The guy yells.

I understand now. This guy is one of those dudes who needs all the attention on him at all times.

" The strobe was a combo of binaural beats, as well as-" The guy grabs Merritt's face in between his hands and shakes his head in anger.

" I said stop! " The man is insane! Like, literally insane. The crazy is clearly seen in his vibrant eyes.

Someone definitely skipped his anti-psychotic pills this morning.

" You might not be having fun, but I am. " The guy says with narrowed eyes. He's not even as tall as Merritt. This image looks extremely awkward.

" You have an unusual way of showing it. " Merritt sass'.

" So, " The guy slowly lets go of Merritt's face. " How did I do it? "

You know, how did the doctors not prescribe this guy as crazy already?

" You see, " He starts walking away from us and into the other direction. " magicians like to control other people's perceptions. " He walks towards his couch with a smile. " In your heightened state of agitation, " He explains. " you saw the simplest cues. Black tube, roof. And your minds filled in the rest. But the tube you meant to go down was 20 feet to your right. " He gestures for us to sit down on his million-dollar couches. " Go on, sit down. There's no one standing in your way. " He waves us over.

" Don't mind if I do. " Merritt mutters.

I sit down next to Jack and Sebastian, straightening my dress as I cross my legs. I lean back, picking at my nails. Come on boy, get this ' wonderful ' explanation over with.

" Anyway, once in the tube, yes, you're right. " The guy chuckles softly. " Blah, blah, blah, the strobe contained UV letters pulsing the word ' sleep '. And that, combined with the sound, put you into an instant Alpha pattern. And from then on, it was pretty easy. And I can assure you, " The guy squeezes in between me and Jack. I shift uncomfortably and slightly turn away. " you don't know what happened. " He laughs and leans forward, turning on the TV. He flips through multiple pictures of us in different positions.

This dude is seriously a major creep.

I shiver and clench my fists, shoving back the crave to scrub my skin until it's red. This guy touched me! Like, he put me in different positions.

Does this weirdo think this is fun? He thinks this is okay?

In the first photo, my group and I are all draped across each other in different ways, and the creep is giving us his rude fingers. In the next photo, Jack's sitting on top of Merritt's head, and his head is on Merritt's butt. Oh, man. This is weird. So weird.

" This is creepy. " Sebastion says as he looks around at us. " Really, really creepy. "

The next photo is of us all laying on the ground, our heads pushed together. Playing cards are tossed around us. The guy's head is right along with ours, his freaking maniac grin, plastered on his face.

" That's not cool. " Sebastian groans at the next photo. His head is smashed against a couch seat and the guys head is on top of his, facing the camera. Yet again, he's got that ridiculous grin on and his finger facing the camera screen.

" Yep, easy stuff, magic, " The guy continues, clearly enjoying this. The next photo is of Jack and the creepo. The maniac turned Jack's sleeping face into a smile by forcing his lips up with his fingers.

In the next, Captain psychopath is in between Daniel and Merritt. Merritt's face is against the plane seat with his butt in the air, and Daniel's leaned against Weirdo McWeirderson.

The image changes and I'm in the photo. I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment and anger. This douche bag just reached a new level creep. I'm leaned against the wall, mouth slightly open, with my dress messed up. Colonel Crazy's pouring a drink of...whatever liquid that is, not even two feet from me with an amused expression. A gold and clear glass is clutched in my hand, a little bit of drink left in the cup. No! This image makes me look like I drank myself to sleep! I am not drunk! I may drink a few shots every once in a while, but I am not a freaking drunk!

On my neck is a lei of flowers, and a Burger King crown is messily placed on my head. I look like a crazy, drunk. Like a major party queen frat girl.

" if you put your mind to it. " Wonder Weirdo finishes.

Oh, man. Save me, please. Save me from this creep.