So I couldn't find any good scary pictures of Botan on Google so I just used this funny one drawn by KiwiDrawer xD
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Day 10

Jordan's p.o.v.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH ALL NIGHT?!" I screamed at him.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" He whispered angrily.

"I WILL NOT, BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT TOM?! BOTAN CAN COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND TAKE ME ON, AND I WILL KICK HIS ASS! RIGHT AFTER IM DONE KICKING YOURS!" I shoved him against the wall roughly and pinned him there.

I know this looks absolutely terrible, but please keep in mind that this isn't me. This is insane me. And insane me is very very angry. Which is not good for anyone.

"Sparklez please, it was a mistake!" He looks so scared. Rosie's scared too, because she's crying again. I need to stop. I'm scaring my family. I'm about to hurt Tom. Please stop.

"AND YOURE GONNA PAY FOR IT TOO, SO YOU BETTER GET READY FOR IT TOMMY," I sneered his name. He shut his eyes and turned his head away from me, preparing for whatever I was about to do.

Please insane me, don't hurt him. He made a mistake. He feels bad about it. Just let him go.

But I was surprised about what happened next. I kissed him. No scratch that, I was attacking him with my lips. Because really it was more of a brutal onslaught of sucking his skin so hard, hickeys were instantly forming wherever I kissed him. "I love you so much...I'd never hurt you baby..." I heard myself say. Baby? Where did that come from? Insane me is weird...

"But-...you-...you said I was gonna pay!" Tom exclaimed completely flustered.

"You are paying. Imagine the looks you'll get with these covering your entire neck." I chuckled darkly.

"Jesus Sparklez..." he muttered.

My ears perked up at the sound of Rosie still crying in her crib. I pulled away from the trembling Tom and picked Rosie up from her bed. My poor baby. I'm a terrible father. Screaming at my husband in front of my little girl.

"Poppy's sorry sweetie. It won't happen again." I showered her rosy cheeks with small kisses. Her crying stopped and the giggles returned. "I love you so so so much. Do you love your poppy?"

"Love...poppy!" She exclaimed.

"Aw, you're such a smart girl! You're gonna be great when you grow up." I hope you get to grow up. I hope you live long enough to have a happy life. If I lose you, I don't know what I'll do.

Knock knock knock

Insane me snapped my neck around to Tom and glared at him. "If he comes at me with another damn spell, I will kill him." I am not letting anyone paralyze me again. I'll snap their necks.

Tom nodded furiously. "He won't. I won't let him." He rushed off to go answer the door.

I sat on the bed and put Rosie in my lap. She crawled out and began reaching for my glasses, and I gave them to her. I wonder when insane me is gonna leave. I'm scaring Tom to death. I'm still trying to figure out what happened that night when my insane self completely took over Tom. But whatever happened in that dungeon must have been pretty dark if Tom is this scared of me when I go insane.

Rosie stared at my eyes for the longest time. Her little hand reached up and poked me right under my eye. "Poppy...eyes," she said. They must be purple right now, or else she wouldn't be paying attention to them.

"Yes, I have purple eyes right now."

"Pur...ple?" She asked, cocking her head to the right.

"Yes my eyes are purple."

"Why?" She asked cutely.

"You'll know when you're older. I promise." I have a feeling you won't understand who Ianite is. Or what being insane means.

She made a pouty face and crossed her little arms. It made me laugh. Gee, I wonder who she learned that from?

"How old is she?" asked a new voice. My eyes darted up towards the voice. It wasn't the wizards or Botan or Tom.
It was Mot. He was leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, staring at Rosie. Where was Tom?

"She's about ten days old." I think I finally had control over my body again. I had control over what I wanted to say, so I guess that means insane me is gone. Thank goodness. I don't want Mot to witness me flip out.

He raised his eyes brows at the fact. "Ten days? And she can talk like that?"

Does he know she's sort of a demon? And that's she's growing way too fast than I'd like her to? Probably not.
"Yeah. She's pretty smart. So what are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I'm here for a number of reasons. So her names Rosie, right?"

"Yeah her names Rosie. Are you gonna tell me why you're here or...?" He's kind of making me nervous. He hasn't stopped looking at Rosie. But I can trust Mot, right? He wouldn't hurt a baby, he said that. I can trust him. Besides he's my friend. I should trust my friends.

"Dianite told me you had to leave and come here. I wanted to help you. What happened exactly? You know, with Botan?" He took a step closer, his eyes still lingering on Rosie's small form. I felt uneasy then. I shouldn't be acting like this, Mots just trying to help. He came all the way here just to help us. I should be thankful.

"He broke in our house and he killed Rosie's bunnies. He left a note saying that if I keep fighting him, he's basically gonna kill my whole family so...we left and came here. Uh, where did Tom go? Is he outside?" You'd think he'd want to come in and yell at Mot for a bit. That's usually how they bond. I don't understand their relationship.

"Yes he's talking to one of the wizards. Do you think I could hold her for a minute? She's really cute, I'll tell you that." He took a few more steps forward, his eyes still trained on Rosie. I instinctively pulled her back a little into my lap. What am I doing? He just wants to hold her. He probably misses Alyssa...

"I'd wait a little while. I don't think she really knows you yet and she might get scared." She looked scared already. She stopped playing with my glasses and now she's just staring wide eyed at Mot. Funny, when she first met the wizards she was friendly, even though she never saw them before in her life. Maybe Mots face just scares her. The spores and the blind eye is kind of creepy.

But then why did Matts mask or his face never bother her?

"Oh come on, she will love me. Come here Rosie." He smiled widely and went to pick her up.

Rosie screamed at the top of her lungs and clung to me with a death grip. Mot then lunged for her, but ended up grabbing my foot instead. I reacted purely out of instinct. I kicked him in the face with my free foot, and he stumbled back. I watched every muscle in his face tighten and his fists clench.

"GIVE HER TO ME!" He made another grab for her and I kicked him in the face again. Why does he want Rosie?! What is going on?!

All of the sudden, the door of the room burst open and Phil ran in with a frantic look on his face. He saw Mot and Mot saw him. The absolute horror on Phil's face was spine chilling, while Mot only smiled an innocent smile.
It happened like a scene from an action movie.

Phil raised a hand and began shouting something I couldn't understand, but Mot hissed out three words and Phil went flying across the room and into the wall. Phil didn't get back up. Mot cackled like a maniac while he stared at the limp body in the corner of the room.

That's when I realized Mot wasn't Mot.

He turned to me, his green eyes now fading into dark gray and a snarl erupting from his lips. Oh my god it's Botan. And oh my god he just killed Phil. He was muttering something, a chant maybe, but I couldn't hear it over Rosie's screams and the pounding of my heart. Pain shot through my skull like lightening and I cried out in pain. He's doing this. I held on to Rosie as tightly as I could, but I could feel someone pulling her from my arms. The pain was unbearable and I couldn't see. Please Ianite don't let him take my little girl.

"REQUIRUM RUSHICT!"

Rosie was ripped away from me and I heard someone cry out in agony. I still couldn't see, and I was panicking. What happened to Rosie? Did he take her?

"Jordan?! Jordan are you alright?!" A hand shook my shoulder. Light flooded into my vision again. Matt was in front of me, with Rosie on his hip crying into his shoulder. Shes okay. Oh thank god. Thank you Ianite...

My thoughts went straight to my husband. "Where's Tom? Where's...what happened to Mot?" God my head hurts so much.

Matt didn't seem to hear me though. "Hold onto Rosie, I need to check on Tom and Phil! I'll be right back okay?!" He put Rosie back into my lap and ran off.

Rosie latched onto me again, but this time it wasn't out of fear. "Poppy...poppy..." I heard her cry. I held her so tightly I was scared I might hurt her. Matt saved her. That was all I could think of.

I could hear someone moaning in pain beside the bed, but I didn't dare look to see who it was. I didn't want to look anywhere besides where Rosie was sitting. Someone might take her again.

"Dia..." A voice called out wearily. It's Mot beside me. But...is he Botan? No, Botan wouldn't call out for Dianite. He wouldn't call Dianite Dia anyway.

"...Mot are you okay?" I asked, my eyes still avoiding the floor.

"Dia please...it hurts..." His voice sounded so broken, like he was trying to force back tears. He isn't okay. Should I help him?

"You'll get help, Mot. Just be patient," I heard Dianite say. He sounded grief stricken. Did he see what happened? Did he watch Mot get possessed and attack an innocent family?

"Dia it hurts..." Mot wheezed out. He sounds so awful...god it must be so painful if he's calling our for help.

I groaned as my stubbornness finally gave out and my caring side won. I stepped down from the bed cautiously, Rosie on my hip, and bent down to Mots crippled form on the floor. He looked nearly dead. What did Matt do to him? He was sprawled across the floor with his limbs all twisted or pinned behind one another. That's not good.

"Mot what's hurting? I'll try to help." His arm looked broken for sure. It was twisted at an odd angle behind his back. He was holding ribs, so something may be broken there. A few of his fingers were bent at odd angles...oh jeez he must be in so much pain.

"Dia please..." was all he said. He didn't know it was me. He's in too much pain. Poor Mot.
I took his broken arm in my hand and tried to feel for where it was broken. It looked so awful. I lightly traced my fingertips over his whole arm, trying to find the broken bone.

And that's where things got even more weird.

His arm bent back into place. It healed the moment I touched the bone that was broken. For a second I just sat there and stared at it, trying to comprehend what just happened. I healed Mot. Just like I healed the butterfly. I really do have healing powers. Oh my god.

I put a hand on his ribs next. He groaned softly at the pressure, but I still didn't let up. Please work. And then my theory was correct when I felt his ribs become hardened and straight again. I can really heal people! I have Ianites healing power!

"Dear god...what happened to me?" Mot groaned. I didn't answer, I took his hand which had several broken fingers attached to it, and I held them. They mended back in place almost magically. I couldn't stop myself from laughing hysterically. I can actually help people now. I'm not a grenade and I'm not just a burden, I can help!

Mot was staring at his fingers, wriggling them and widening his eyes in amazement. "What the-...? You can heal people? When the hell was this?"

"Just now! Oh my gods I'm so happy! I'm not a burden! Yes yes yes!" I would've started jumping up and down in excitement, but I still had Rosie on my hip and I was afraid to drop her. Instead I kept laughing and laughing until my throat was sore.

Matt was the one who broke me away from my laughing spell. "If you can heal, then get over here! Philly has a concussion!" Oh I forgot about Phil! I ran over to the corner of the room where Matt was kneeling beside him, holding his head in his lap. How do I heal concussions? Do I just put my hand on his face?

I cupped my hand over his forehead and waited. I could see Matt visibly shaking as he held Phil's head. I can't believe he saved my life and Rosie's. And Mots. He practically saved all of us. Matt needs an award.

"Is...is it working?" He asked, his voice trembling.

Phil's eye lids fluttered slightly, before opening all the way. They went wide with panic as sink as he realized what happened. "Jordan! Botan! Rosie! Oh my-"

"No no Philly! We're all safe! Look, Rosie and Jordan are safe! Jordan healed you!" Matt angled Phil's head so he could see me.

He relaxed at the sight of us. "Oh goodness me...that was absolutely nerve racking...wait, where's Syndicate?"

Tom. Oh my god I forgot about Tom.

"Hold Rosie, I'll be right back!" I handed Matt Rosie and took off down the hallway and towards the door, which was standing wide open. On the front steps of the house laid Tom. My heart caught in my throat at the sight of him. He was so still. I couldn't see his chest moving. I stood there like an idiot with my hands covering my mouth, staring at him. He can't be. No. Botan wouldn't...oh no.

I ran to his body and threw myself on it. Sobs escaped from my throat unwillingly as I stared at his closed eyes. He looks so peaceful, but he died in such a horrible way. To an evil I couldn't stop. It should've been me who answered the door. It should've been me...

My heart lifted when I heard a familiar annoyed sigh. "I'm not dead you sausage...I'm just tired...if you haven't noticed, he attacked me with chloroform."

"YOU'RE ALIVE!" I screamed happily and hugged his neck. Chloroform, oh thank Ianite it was just chloroform.

"I missed you too. Where's my daughter? Anyone get hurt?" He wrapped a caring hand around my waist and held me against his chest. I've never been so happy to be in his embrace. I will never take him for granted ever again.

"No everyone's fine...I'm so glad you're fine..."

"Well you're pretty fine too, if you don't mind me sayin'." I could hear the smirk in his voice. I don't think I could have ever imagined missing his pervy jokes.

"I love you...please let me answer the door next time."

We both laughed.
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I think I lost track of the days. Like seriously was I supposed to post yesterday? Idk. But if so, I have a good excuse on why I'm late!

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