Jonathan

"What's a Mixed?"  I asked, looking from Vanoss to the doctor. 

"It's... something we have to take care of."

"WHAT?" I screeched, the doctor grabbing me. Vanoss retaliated and pushed the doctor away. "Answer him before you do any shit to him!" He demanded. 

The doctor stammered backwards, "Okay. A Mixed, is someone who has no dominant soul and can be very dangerous. They could hurt their closest loved one, and they wouldn't know it. "What? This sounds like some Doctor Who or Maze Runner shit." Vanoss hissed, disagreeing with the doctor. 

"Wait, so is that why I get bloody noses?"

"Yes, the souls are fighting. Some people mistake it as schizophrenia, but really, you aren't talking back to the souls, so, you're not insane, but as a Mixed, it could be worse. You could hurt your boyfriend here." I instantly blushed, "I would never hurt m-my best friend." 

"Yes, I know you won't, but someone else inside you might." 

"How do you even know this is true?! Is this a prank of some kind?!" 

"No, Jonathan, you were here before, but your mother wouldn't let us take you away..." He said as he took off his glasses. 

"Oh... oh my god! YOU KILLED HER!" 

"No, I didn't Jonathan, D.O.O.M did..." 

"Who the fuck is-?" Vanoss was cut off. Left and right, the walls fell apart, and people in dark blue suits with dark gas masks were going after me. Vanoss flipped and pulled me with him, running out of the office. 

I suddenly lost his grip when I saw him on the ground spasing out. He was being tasered. "EVAN!" I screamed, trying to pull him up as the weird men grew closer and closer. 

One of them pulled out a gun and pointed it in my direction. I watched as a dart came flying out of it, hitting me in the chest. Everything went blurry and I fell to the ground in darkness. 

Evan

I woke up in my bed, "Ah, it was just a nightmare." I sighed and threw my legs over the bed, standing up and stretching. I walked over to my gaming room and saw my phone lighting up like crazy. I picked it up and saw the notifications from twitter. My heart stopped as I read what fans wrote on my page. 

"Where's Delirious?"

"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MY H2O!"

"Vanoss man! You have to know!"

I found one that scared me shitless, from CaRtOoNz. "What the fuck did you do with him?" 

I opened my texts and scrolled through, looking for Delirious's contact. I texted him multiple times. 

"Hey!"

"Are you okay?"

"Where you at?"

"DELIRIOUS!"

"JONATHAN?!"

My breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. "Oh my god... what the hell?" I scrambled to my computer, turning it on. I got into YouTube and clicked on Delirious's channel. 

"His last upload was a week ago, god fucking damnit." I got onto his twitter and looked at his last tweet, a week ago. 

Instagram, a week ago.

Facebook, a week ago.

XBOX Live, a week ago. 

PSN, a week ago. 

An idea popped into my head, and I went to Google. I typed in, "D.O.O.M". The company Delirious's doctor mentioned. 

I found the place, and the definition, "Directory. Of. Officially. Mixed." 

I scrolled down more and found it tagged in the news. I clicked on it and that name showed up, the name I've heard many times before, the name I cared about, the name I wanted to finally call him. 

"Jonathan Dennis, one of the baddest Mixed, he is really delirious." I slammed my hand against the desk. I grabbed my phone and started a group chat, which I turned into a group call. Everyone, Moo, Wildcat, Terrorizer, Mini, CaRtOoNz, Bryce, Ohm, Lui, Basically, and pretty much anyone who had at least a bit of care for Delirious. 

"Vanoss! Where the hell were you?! It's been a week, and Delirious is missing!" Wildcat stated. 

I took a deep breath and looked at the phone, "I know what happened to him... I just don't know where though..." Everyone was silent, then CaRtOoNz broke it, "Evan... what happened to Delirious?" 

I stared at the floor blankly, and like a robot I answered, very depressingly, "He's... he's been taken..." 

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