Chapter 8

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Sonja's POV

Jordan woke up, in his tiny room.
It was a humid morning, his glasses fogged up, and steam rose up in the room.
He got out of his bed, and rushed to his food chest (Need diamonds? Just check the food chest! Eh? Eh? Mianite Season 1 anyone?) Jerry sat on top of the chest, bouncing up and down happily.
"Hey, Jerry." Jordan said, groggily.
Suddenly, when Jerry bounced up, a gust of wind pushed him off the ledge.
"JERRY!" Jordan yelled, jumping off the ledge after him.
"JARDON YOU FOOL!" Tom jokingly yelled.
He quickly caught up to Jerry, embracing him.
But, at the very next moment, the ground made contact with Jordan.
"Well, that isn't just terrifying." Tucker sarcastically commented.
"Yeah, I jump off ledges all the time!" I add on, making everyone laugh.
Soon, he woke up, and it was midnight.
He looked at his arms, which was just all slime.
Jerry had died.
Jordan opened his mouth, in shock, but then quickly got up, slime in hand, and bolted up his tree.
"Jerry's dead... Jerry's dead..." He said to himself, while he raced up the stairs.
"How come everything and everyone I love die? Just flat out die?"
He puts the slime balls down on a desk, and just stared at them.
"He's... gone. I'm alone. Again."
He buried his face in his hands, disappointed at the fact that he just let him die.
"Well, this is just depressing." Wag says.
Jordan trudged upstairs, and sunk into his pillow.
"Tomorrow's another day." He muttered, going to sleep.
Suddenly, we heard the worst crackling ever.
"GET OUT. GET OUT OF THERE! RIGHT NO-OW" we heard someone yell.
It wasn't the announcer, or the guy from the start.
"Y-YOU CAN GET OUT OF THERE! D-DO IT, FOR MY SAKE!"
It was Jordan.
"Jordan?" Tucker questions.
"I'M SORRY I NEVER TOLD YOU! I'M SORRY I WASN'T THERE!"
"You did nothi-" Tom said, cut off my Jordan screaming.

Jordan's POV

"They aren't worth it, Jordan. They aren't coming back. They aren't even trying. They don't care."
Those words cut into me, making my eyes widen.
"You are sick. Who would do this to them?"
"Obviously, I would do such a thing."
Anger balled up inside of me, seeking revenge, or justice.
"And you, as your weak self, can't do anything about it!"
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
The tall, shadowed- err- Shadows grinned menacingly, as I ran towards him, taking a tiny little microphone.
A, microphone?
"NO! THEY DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU! THEY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOU!"
I ignore him, and yell into it,
"GET OUT. GET OUT OF THERE! RIGHT NOW!"
"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!"
"YOU CAN GET OUT OF THERE! DO IT, FOR MY SAKE!"
Soon, afterwards, I hear Tucker question, "Jordan?"
It was extremely faint, yet I could make it out.
"HE'S LYING TO YOU!"
"I'M SORRY I NEVER TOLD YOU! I'M SORRY I WASN'T THERE!"
The Shadows were obviously getting mad, and so, he sent a big ball of dark magic hurling my way, and shot me in the back.
I screamed, and soon, blacked out.
"Ignore everything he told you." I hear the Shadows inform them.
"You can get out..." I say, before completely loosing consciousness.

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ColorBlast what I hid in the last chapter! (Over text)
Here it is:
The 5 stages of grief, Jordan went through the 5 stages of grief! (These are all quotes from Jordan, in order)

Denial:
"You are sick. No one would do this, no, this is a nightmare! I'm dreaming. I have to wake up. I need to."

Anger:
"Listen... you let them go, or else thing's are going to get bloody."

"SHUT UP! Isn't it bad enough that you have my friends held hostage in a coma for who knows long?"

Bargaining:
I'll do anything, anything! To get them out of the coma. Anything..."

Depression:
No... this is useless... they aren't coming back any time soon..."

Acceptance:
They are going to come out, and when they do, nothing's going to be the same."

Good job to those in which tried!
Some of you guys got REALLY close!
But, like I said, you have to analyze Jordan's POV EXTREMELY EXTREMELY EXTREMELY well!

Anyways, peace!
~Smart

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