Song: What do you mean? By Justin Bieber
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Jordan's p.o.v.

"Hmm...do you have any eights?" Matt inquired.

Phil stared at his cards for a moment before shaking his head. "No, you'll have to go fishing."

Tom let out an exaggerated groan beside me. "Oh my gods can we do something that's not horribly boring? We've been playing this damned game for an hour. Even Rosie's fallin' asleep..." He nodded towards the small baby in my lap, who was, by the looks of her heavy lids, gradually getting sleepier and sleepier by the second. I laughed a little and kissed her forehead. She's such a cutie.

"Well what would you suggest we do Tom?" Phil asked. He wiggled a finger, and all of the cards were magically flown back into a deck. The wizards suggested we play cards for the remainder of the night because I couldn't sleep. Tom played, but I just sat back and watched. I wanted to play with Rosie.

"I don't know...I'm just sick of playing cards all the time. Don't you do anything fun around here?"

"Well Tom says we should stay quiet and stay in one place. Botan might be searching for you and we don't want to alert him of where you are." Matt flicked his wrist, and his empty glass suddenly filled with orange juice. I wish I could be a wizard. It must be awesome to be able to have whatever you want anytime you want.

My Tom groaned again, causing Rosie to stir in my arms. She fussed a little, so I started rocking her. The last thing I want is for her to start crying again. She cried when I was screaming from the night terror. That made me feel terrible.
"Tom shush. She's trying to sleep."

He grinned guiltily. "My bad, Rosie. Just ignore your daddy."

She smiled a little. "Daddy!" she said perfectly.

"If she calls Tom daddy, what is she to call you Jordan?" Matt asked.

I shrugged. I didn't really care what she called me. I would love whatever she chose to call me anyway.
"How about...big daddy?" Tom smiled evilly.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Tom. No."

He rolled his eyes. "Alright fine. What about poppy? Sounds cute enough."

"Poppy!" Rosie squealed. Welp. I guess that's my new name now.

Matt and Phil both laughed at her. "She's so smart it's simply unbelievable!" Phil exclaimed.

"She's got her Poppy's smarts," Tom said. "I just hope she doesn't get my ADHD. My genes are shit."

"No they aren't. Your genes are great. Look at how pretty her dimples are, those are yours."

"Yes dimples are a very admirable quality," Matt agreed. "I'm sure she will grow up to be a beautiful young lady one day."

"And at the rate she's growing, I'm sure that won't be long from here. She's grown so much since we first met her." Phil absentmindedly began to levitate his glass as he talked. I noticed Matt did the same thing when he talked, but instead he began to levitate himself. I wonder what Tom does when he talks. Does he levitate? I've never actual thought or paid attention to it before.

"I mean, she hasn't grown that much." Tom said timidly.

"Yeah, she's still pretty small." I looked Rosie over. She was getting longer hair. The few small patches if hair she'd had when we first got her were grown out, and now she had small black curls sticking up from her head. She did look like she grew an inch. Is she really growing up that fast? It's only been a few days...

"But she has little curls now! I wonder how much hair she will have in a week?" Matt asked.

I frowned at the question. I want my baby girl to stay a baby. Why is she growing so fast?

The growth that followed in that month was unbelievable.

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Day 8

Mots p.o.v.

I have never seen so much damn blood in my entire life.

The rest of their house was completely clean, and then there's the bedroom. The walls, the curtains, the bed sheets, the floor were all stained with dark red blood. It made me sick. What did that son of a bitch do to corpse breath and Sparklez? Did he kill them and take the bodies?

I didn't think I could get any sicker than that, but then I saw a baby blanket in the floor. It was drenched in red.
I hurled on the floor.

"Mot it's not their blood, it's not the child's blood. All of them are safe. Don't kill yourself over it, boyo."

Oh thank god. I usually have a strong stomach to this stuff but...the thought of a kid getting murdered just made me feel uneasy. "Why didn't you tell me that before I entered the bloody room?" I growled.

"Well how was I to know you'd puke on the floor? I can't see your whole future Mot."

I rolled my eyes. "I wish you were here so I could punch you Dia." And kiss the shit out of you. "Alright, so what do I do? Why'd you want me to come here first?"

"I wanted you to get Syndi and Glitter-lap's weapons. They left them here when they were fleeing, and I don't want my brother or my father to get ahold of them. It would just mean more god quintessence gone."

"And where are they exactly?" I scanned the bloody room, but I didn't see any weapons anywhere. They must keep them hidden or something.

"I'm not quite sure. Look in the closets and under the beds. Or they may be in the attic they possess."

I checked under the bed first, avoiding the huge pools of dried blood on the floor. Sure enough, there was a huge purple bow underneath it, along with a small box and a long ass machete. Jesus, were they preparing for the apocalypse? Even I don't keep this many weapons under my bed.

I pulled it all out and the box too, because I was curious.

"Dia, would I be a total douche bag if I looked inside this box?"

"Yes, but I'm curious as well so I guess that would make us both douche bags, which wouldn't be that bad. Open it up."
I pried open the lid, but I was majorly disappointed by what was inside. It was just a bunch of pictures. I picked up one from the huge pile to see what they were. Wedding pictures. It was Sparklez and corpse breath cutting cake behind a table. They were both smiling so widely, I almost thought it was photoshopped. I mean, I never see them smile these days. Sparklez especially. They looked so happy, holding hands and staring into each others eyes. Marriage looks so beautiful.

God I'm so damn lonely.

I threw the picture back in the box and slammed it shut. I am not gonna cry. I am not gonna cry. That would just be stupid. I am not a wimp. I don't cry.

I heard Dia clear his throat. "Mot...you might need to get going if you want to visit them by dark."

"Hey Dia...can you promise when you get your body back that you'll...that-..." Just spit the words out, idiot.

"I promise you when I get my body back, I will take care of all of your problems Mot. I promise." He sounded so sincere. I knew he could never do it though. He won't marry me. He won't be with me. It'll be just like before, meaningless business meetings and stupid contracts. But it's my fault. I fell in love with a god. He doesn't want to hurt me and I get that. But it hurts like hell, it really does.

"And when I say I will take care of all of them, I mean it. I won't let you down again. It won't be like before. You can count on that, boyo."

"Then I'll hold you to that, Dia." I smiled.

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Night 8

Jordan's p.o.v.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" I begged Tom, clutching at him like he was my life line.

"Shhh! Sparklez it's okay, it was just a dream! Stop screaming!" He was trying to hold me still, but I couldn't just stop making my body move. It was like his face was in front of me, his laugh in my ears, his blade slicing itself down my back. I'm inside my night terror and it won't fade.

"NO HES KILLING ME! SAVE ME! DO SOMETHING! PLEASE!" I felt his soft skin and his calming fingers tracing themselves down my back, but it wasn't helping. Botan was still digging his knife into my back and cackling in my ears. Why isn't Tom doing anything?! Why isn't he saving me?! I'm dying!

I heard Rosie wailing and I cried harder. She sounds so far away. Is he hurting her too? Is he gonna hurt Tom?
Other voices began to sound in my ears. I wanted to beg them to help Rosie and Tom, wherever they were. Breathing hurt so much, my lungs felt like they were full of poison. Someone please save my family.

And then I felt a new feeling overwhelm me. It was...soothing. My entire body felt cold and numb, but it was relaxing. I groaned softly as the cold sunk deeper into my back. It made the pain go away. I could breathe again. My stubborn eyes wouldn't open though. When they did open, it was only for a brief moment. One of those moments I saw Tom holding Rosie and looking at me worriedly. Am I dying? Is that why he's worried? Is that what this cold feeling is, death?

"Tom...Tom..." I tried to call his name. My voice sounded like it was in a tunnel. I could barely hear my self.

I felt warm skin touch my hand. It felt nice against the cold. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna wake up soon and everything will be okay again."
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Day 9

Singing is what woke me up. It was soft and quiet, almost like it was whispering. But it sounded beautiful. It was so soothing to hear after seeing so many horrible nightmares and so many horrible screams.

"They say boys don't cry, but you're dad has shed a lot of tears..."

It sounded so sad. I wanted to comfort the voice, but I couldn't move. I still felt really cold.

"They say I should be a strong man, but baby I'm still filled with fear...I just wanna be a good dad, will I be? I have no idea..."

Hey! That's Tom! My Tom...he sings so well.

"How come...you never went into singing? You sing so well..." I murmured.

I heard him laugh. "Well, most professional singers don't look dead."

I smiled. I tried to move around a little, but again I failed. I definitely knew I was laying on something soft and warm. Suddenly, the memory of the night terror flashed into my head, making me wince. "Ugh...what happened to me?" I asked Tom, even though I still couldn't lift my eyelids to see him.

"Uh...you were having a night terror. You wouldn't stop screaming and going insane...Tom was worried you'd give away our location to Botan so he...he did something to help you be still and quiet..."

Still and quiet. I can't move and I can't see and I can barely talk. Oh my god that's why I can't do anything, they put a spell on me. I felt like crying. I don't want to be trapped in the dark. I wanna see Rosie and Tom so I can see if they're alright.

"Tom. You let them do that to me?" How could he? I would never let anyone cast come awful spell on him. Why would he do this to me?

"I promise it'll wear off in awhile! You'll be fine!"

My temper flared. "How can you say that?! I can't move! I can't see! I don't want to do this!" I tried to move my stiff cold body, but no movement was made. I felt warm tears dripping down my cheeks. This is hell. Why didn't they just hit me with something and knock me out?

"No please don't get upset, I'm sorry. I'll do anything to help you get comfortable. Anything Sparklez." I felt lips press against my cheek. I'm still not gonna let him off the hook for this. I'm completely paralyzed until Toms stupid spell wears off. This is miserable.

"Where's Rosie? Is she okay?"

"Yeah she's fine. She's sleeping."

"How long is this gonna last?"

"A few more hours..."

I really just wanted to sob my eyes out, but I couldn't. The only thing I can do is just lay here or sleep. I don't want to lay here or sleep, because sleep leads to more nightmares and more night terrors. I can't take any more of them. I can't take seeing Botans face again. I'll have a nervous breakdown.

But sleep came anyway, no matter how much I fought it. I didn't move, speak, or even flinch as Botan tortured me in my dreams. I endured dream after dream of murder and chaos and bloody torture. At one point, I thought maybe if I hold my breathe for a really long time, I'd eventually die. It didn't work.

I promised myself in my own mind I'd kick Tom Syndicates ass when I woke up.

And that's just what I did.
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