[johnathan doe]

Johnny giggled as he ran into the boys’ room, sitting down on Kitty’s bed. He’d just been playing and was bored. The teen found a little brown…thing that opened out and had these green pieces of paper in it. Curious, he pulled one of them out and looked at it, putting it back. He found a clear plastic card thingy and entertained himself looking through it for a few minutes. He put that back and then found these pictures. He pulled the plastic fold-out thing out and looked at them. A lot of them had…him in them! Johnny playing with a blonde teen in the grass, Johnny with a lot of people with dark brown skin in the sun near a building.

The one to trigger Michael’s memory was the picture with him in between Justin and John. They all were laughing and smiling.

Justin. Justin…was…dead. Most of his family was dead. He paled and dropped the wallet with pictures in it and ran to the door. He remembered. He knew John was here, so he needed to find his big brother. “JOHN!?” His voice was different, a little deeper, but in his anguish-filled voice, it was apparent that something was different. “JOHN!” He tripped over his own two feet and fell, picking himself right back up again.

He remembered everything. Being kidnapped, beaten, Mike and Jessica both being repeatedly raped over the time that they were there, the humiliation, the pain. It all hurt so much in his chest, seeing their siblings being shot so brutally, remembering that Berlin had literally died in his arms. He leaned against the wall, sobbing hard.

Danielle heard all the yelling next door and came out, looking at the teen sadly. It was obvious something had changed.

“Johnny?” He didn’t answer.

Oh.

“Michael? Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” She came out to try and figure out what was wrong. Michael didn’t remember her name, but he remembered that she was nice. Her hugs were nice. Danielle moved over to him and he fell into her arms, since John wasn’t there and he needed someone to hug him, to comfort him. He sobbed into her chest, holding onto her tightly, and Dani had no choice but to lean against the wall and slide down, collecting the teen in her lap.

She let him cry on her as she looked around desperately for John. She soothingly stroked his hair, his back, and tried to calm him down but really figured that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. He was scared. He was in so much pain. Dani felt so, so bad for him and she wanted to chase it away. Sad thing was, she couldn’t.

Hopefully, when he came about, John could.

[johnathan davenport]

Unfortunately, John was finding it hard to get Dani out of his mind. She was driving him absolutely insane. John wasn't used to liking girls. He was used to fucking them and that was about it. To put it nicely, John has issues. Especially when it comes to trust and girls. So he hadn't ever had a 'relationship' with one persay since he was about fifteen. And that relationship only lasted a month or two.

He needed a distraction from Dani. And John's distraction of choice? Another girl. She was much younger than him, probably about 17 or so and her name was Karla. She was nice enough - but easier to get into than a public library.

They were in the middle of sex when John heard his brother's cries. They were full of anguish - and his voice sounded deeper - something was definitely wrong. Practically leaping off the girl, he yanked his pants on and dashed down the hall. He had quite a few hickies on his neck and chest and there were claw marks from her on his back. Not to mention his hair was a nightmare. It was pretty obvious what he had been up to.

"Michael? Michael what's wrong?" he asked, unable to get used to calling his brother Johnny. Taking him from Dani's arms, he wrapped his own tightly around his younger brother and petted his hair, rocking him back and forth as he tried to soothe the boy. "Shhh, shhh...it's all right. I'm here now...what's wrong?" John asked, gently lifting the boy's chin to look up at him. There was concern clear in his soft brown eyes - he was so worried about his brother.

His heart clenched painfully again and he grunted lightly, resting one hand over his chest as he tried to ignore the stabbing pain. Michael was more important than that right now.

And Dani wasn't helping. The one girl he had been trying to avoid. He couldn't stop his eyes briefly running over her. But he didn't say a word to her. He merely stood there, cradling his younger brother close to his chest - reaking of the girl he had just been with.

[johnathan doe]

Danielle tried to calm Michael as they waited for his older brother, clad in, surprise surprise, pajamas. Teddy bear ones this time. He cried on her, clutching the fabric of her hoodie in his fists. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. John’s going to come, ok? If he didn’t hear you, we’ll go to him.” He just continued to cry. It was a much-needed let-it-out session. She had to fight rolling her eyes as John ran down the hall, obviously just coming from an interrupted sex session. Raising an eyebrow at him, she kissed Mike’s head and let him go to his brother, who he latched onto like a monkey. She gave John a look and then wandered back into her dorms to finish her book.

He cried into his brother’s bare chest and then looked up at him when his chin was lifted. He sniffled and wiped at his nose. “You just came from having sex, didn’t you?” He asked, cuddling back into his arms. “Gross, Janny.” He murmured. “I saw the pictures in your wallet. I…well…Johnny didn’t know what it was.” He hugged tighter. “I remember…everything…” Ugh, he smelled like girl. “Geez, get the girl to change her perfume, because you reek.” He murmured, rubbing at his nose in irritation.

His brain was interesting right now. It was almost like his brain was a waiting room. When he was asleep, they both were in there. He could hear Johnny’s opinions, it was almost like he had a second person inside him. He’d just been sleeping in the waiting room.

That meant he didn’t remember a thing from when he’d been sleeping. “Where…are we? Why are we here?” He asked softly, having calmed down significantly. His fingers traced over the scar he knew came from one of the kidnappers on his pec. John had tried to protect him from a particularly brutal…violation. He’d never be able to actually say rape. It hurt too much. “Do…do you know who got out?”

[johnathan davenport]

John caught the look Dani sent him and he frowned. What was all that about? Had they been dating maybe she could have given him that look. But they weren't. They weren't shit to each other. So why the look? And more importantly, why the hell did he seem to care so much about the look she gave him? Gah. This girl made his head spin - and he didn't like it one bit.

Running his gloved fingers through Johnny's hair, he cradled his brother tightly to his chest, wishing he could just have a big protective bubble around Johnny to protect him from everything. Blinking at his brother's accusation, he laughed nervously and ran a hand through his own hair. Argh. Weird!

"Um..I ... uh..well.." but he didn't get much farther than that. John's heart rate picked up and considerably when Johnny told him he'd seen the pictures in his wallet....and that he remembered everything. Sighing heavily, John ran his fingers through Mike's hair again and kissed his cheek. Chuckling lightly at the perfume comment, he had to agree. It was thick and strong and ... ugh. But she was a nice enough girl, so he could look past the horrible perfume she reaked of.

Rubbing Michael's back gently, John sighed into his younger brother's hair. "Nathaniel. Nathaniel got away." John explained, his hands shaking a little at the memory. 3of6. 3 lives gone because of his parents' greed.

"Right now...we're here in this..place. It's..a school of sorts. For people with powers like us. We're safe here." John assured his younger brother, holding him at arm's length for a minute. "See? We got each other here. You're fine." he smiled, petting Johnny's cheek.

He needed Michael calm now - calm and feeling like he was safe.

[danielle jessica latourne]

Dani rolled her eyes, moving back into her room.

Michael smiled slightly at the kiss to his cheek and sighed, pressing his cheek into John’s bare chest. “Nate…” His lower lip trembled. “And…and only Nate?” He fight back the slough of tears that threatened to fall, lying his hand over his brother’s larger one on his cheek. “B..Berlin and…Y…Justin?” He asked, ignoring his comment about the school whatsoever. He couldn’t say his childhood nickname for his other oldest brother…not…not when he was… He curled in a little and let out a pained sob.

His brothers and sister were gone and the other one had gotten away, but how did they know if he had gotten to safety? Nate could be dead for all they knew… He began to shake and tore away from his brother, hiding his face in his hands. He’d seen Jess get killed and Berlin about to be, but…Justin… He fell to the ground, his hands clenched into fists.

But, then there was a sudden change in him. Michael had retreated and Johnny came out instead. “Hi…Kitty…” He seemed sad. “Mikewl go bye bye. He sleep now.” He gave John a teary smile.