The Immortal World's Saviors

It had been a few months since we were adopted and taken to live with our new family in Germany. I still couldn't even speak, much less laugh, though an occasional smile appears on my face. Simone and Gordon sent me to various specialists and all said the same thing, I would start talking when I was ready, it is a normal thing considering the loss of my family. But I knew better, it had something else to do with it. At first, I was full of hope that I would regain my voice, I wanted oh so badly to speak again and most of all sing. For the first time in my entire life did I ever notice how I took my voice for granted. Now, there is no hope left in my body, I realized that I would never get to speak again.

Logan and Lucifer? How was this operation going? I have no clue, they just abondoned us.Well, me. My brother and sister have taken a liking to this new life, even see Simone and Gordon as parent-like figures, and TH as older siblings. They have already started learning German and speak some bits very well. Me? I just lay in my room listening to my iPod and read some books in English/Spanish that Gustav always sends me. Gordon had to buy me a large book shelf to keep them all in. When I am not inside in my room, watching tv alone, I am in an empty room working out dancing.When I am outside, I stare into space thinking or humming/tapping to the druming of my music. I have tried forcing my voice, but nothing comes out. Just when I need him now, the very most, he is not there. Though Bill, Tom, Georg and Gustav claim to be there for me, I know that they can't help me. They even tried to help me with some vocal cord exercises that the specialists have told us. But my hope is gone, every time one brings it up, I just get up and walk away. I know that they are trying to help me, its just that I am to far to be able to be helped.

My brother and sister do help me and try to motivate me, but it is of no use. I bearly even use the note book that I bought in New York. Only when they urge me really badly to communicate someway that I do.

The house had been getting really boring. My"new" brothers were really busy with trying to get me talking and with their career at hand. Leaving barely any time for themselves anymore. I feel bad for them, I really do, its just that I can't speak. Period. There is nothing they can do. But today was different. I was walking by the laudry room where I saw Simone doing laundry with Bill at her side on the dryer talking in English. Normally they just speak in German. So, I tuned off my music and listened.

Bill's POV.
"Mom, we have to get her to speak. She could speak before, something must have hit her when we were walking. She was talking, you heard her and so did we."I urged her in English,I guess we just got used to speak so much in English for her to understand us that it stuck.

"I know, Bill. I know. But there isn't a thing that we can do. You were there through all of the tests. She has even lost her hope. I want her to speak everybit as much as you, but there isn't anything we can do. We must be patient." my mother told me as she sorts our clothes.

"We have to be persistant mother. If we don't help her she won't be able to ever speak." I fought back.

Now I could tell she was angered, mostly fustrated.We have been trying a lot to get her to speak. "I know! I was there too! You know as much as I do that what she went through is tramatizing, you can't just force her, you have to wait until she is ready."

"Mother. We have to keep trying." by now I felt myself tearing, "I don't want her not able to speak again."

"Bill, none of us do." she soothed in the embrace she gave me, "Maybe you just need to get close to her more. Show here that we are there for her. An-"

Mother was cut short by Tom running in with a huge grin on his face, "They want us to do a tour again! But this time half in America and half here in Europe! We will be doing it with a band from L.A. that is famous there. They want us there tomorrow to meet them and go over the contract!" my brother was now jumping up and down in bliss.

"Thats great!" she congradulated us.

"I feel bad that we are going to leave Ki-" he stopped in mid sentence.

"Mom! We should take her with us. It could do her some good to get out and breathe." I said jumping up and down pleadingly.

"I don't know. Are the rest of the guys okay with it?" she asked.

"Of course, we all love her like a little sister." Tom argued.

"Well. I guess. Hurry and pack up, let me finish this and I'll drive you guys to the airport." she told us but we were out the door by the time she told us yes.

Your POV.
I heard them coming and I ducked into the bathroom next door as they scampered around. Once the coast was cleared, I walked out and into the living room. Guess I'm going to L.A. The house was empty, Gordon took Helio and Camila to some place or arcade. Just as I was about to sit down Bill and Tom rush in and jump on me. I was used to this already.

Bill pulled me up and into a hug, "Pack up baby sister! We are heading to L.A.!"

"Come on! We are leaving soon! Oh, god! I need to make reservations and tell the guys!" Tom said and waltz, and I mean literally waltzed out of the room.

This was one of the moments I missed laughing. I just shook my head and headed out of the living room with Bill, heading up a flight of stairs into my black room. Bill came in with a suit case for me and walked out to his room to pack up. I didn't pack much, just a few days worth of clothing, some accessories, and my ipod equipment. I was finished in 20 minutes so I hauled my bag out of the room taking in a Bullet for my Valentine side bag to put in my book that I was reading, The Count of Monte Cristo, a personal favorite, my new black sidekick that Bill gave me as a gift, my wallet, passport, and lastly my Ipod.

Helio and Camila were at the door waiting to say goodbye to me. As I was hugging my sister, I noticed she had something behind her. Tilting my head, I questioned her on what she was hiding from me.

"Here. In case you need it." she handed me a small package.

All watch as I open it slowly with curiosity. Ripping the green wrapping off. Inside was a black notebook with a picture of me, Helio, Camila, Bill and Tom in a group hug, I was in the middle pouting. It was decorated with red and green, my three favorite colors and a matching pencil/pen with a moon and rose charm off the tip. A wide smile came over me as I embraced them both into a tight bear hug and finalizing it with a kiss on each of their foreheads.

About an hour later, the five us were on a private jet to L.A. Tom sat next to me this time. I just opened my book and turned on my ipod, listening to Sugar by System of a Down,moving my head softly to the beat of the music and smiling. My friend Emily would always sing this song with me at lunch during school.

"Kitzia. You okay?" Bill asked me.

I just nodded, putting away my book and ipod. I was bored. My head was tilting to the sides as I stared in curiousity and tried to communicate.

"It will be around 15 hours to get there. So you might want to sleep." Tom said as he laid back in his seat.

Soon, all except me and Bill were asleep. "You need to talk, you know that right?" he asked me.

I nod.

"We are here for support."

I nod.

"I'm tired and going to sleep. It will be a long flight and you need to rest up. Why are you not sleepy? " he asks me raising an eyebrow.

I shrug.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" he asks me in a baby tone.

I nod.

"What do you want to do to get you to sleep?" he says in a big yawn that has no effect on me.

An idea pops into head. I turn over and look into my bag and get my ipod. I point to it.

Shaking his head not understanding what I want to tell him, "I don't get it."

Turning it on, I search for the song. The song I wanted him to sing. Finding it I motion him to see the screen.

"My song?" he asks

I nod.

"You like it?"

I nod.

"You want me to sing to you? In German?" he asks raising his ever so cute signature eye brow. Gross. Did I just say that??? Would that be considered a form or type of incest?

I nod.

"Okay!"oh great, he is all preppied up.

He has me lay down on the couch thing-y with my head on his lap.He wraps a blanket on me and does to whole clear the throat really loud thing. Finally settling down he starts. His voice soothing me, this is a song that I really can relate to. Like me the one wanting to jump and Logan, holding me back.....

Über den Dächern
Ist es so kalt
Und so still
Ich schweig deinen Namen
Weil du ihn jetzt
Nicht hören willst
Der Abgrund der Stadt
Verschlingt jede
Träne die fällt
Da unten ist nichts mehr
Was dich hier oben
Noch hält
Chorus:
Ich schrei in die Nacht für dich
Lass mich nicht im Stich
Spring nicht
Die Lichter fangen dich nicht
Sie betrügen dich
Spring nicht
Erinner dich
An dich und mich
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht
Bitte spring nicht

In deinen Augen
Scheint alles sinnlos und leer
Der Schnee fällt einsam
Du spürst ihn schon lange nicht mehr
Irgendwo da draussen
Bist du verloren gegangen
Du träumst von dem Ende
Um nochmal von vorn anzufangen
Repeat Chorus
Spring nicht!
Ich weiß nicht wie lang
Ich dich halten kann
Ich weiß nicht wie lang
Nimm meine Hand
Wir fangen nochmal an
Spring nicht

Repeat Chorus
Spring nicht
Uns hält dich das auch nicht zurück
Dann spring ich für dich

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I was awoken when we reached L.A. It was dark, hmm really early. I personally never have been to L.A. other than Disney Land. Hey, maybe I should ask them later. Tom, once again, had a huge Escalade limo pick us up. I grabbed my note book, Bill brought it and gave it to me on the jet, and scribble on it and showing Tom.

'What's with you and Escalades? Are you gonna marry the damn car line???'

Tom starts cracking up at me just pats my head like I'm a little kid. My growling is what warned him to stop it. When he does, we both stick out our tongues at each other, how immature, a 16 yr old and a 19 yr old sticking their tongues at each other.Just as we are about to put them back in, Bill comes over and takes both of our tongues and pulls us to the car.

My whines are what makes him finally let go. I get all sad and hide in between Gustav and Georg. Georg, just to piss off Tom, wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him. To add more affect I cuddle up against him.

"Georg!" Tom growls, "Hands off my baby sister!"

"Is there anything we should know about?" Bill says frantically.

I give Georg a wink and a little squeeze. He gets the memo and turns to look at Tom and Bill in the eye, "Fine. I guess we better come clean," he looks back to me, I nod, and he continues looking back at them, "We ran off the other day at night and got married." he told them with a big smile.

The next thing I know, Tom and Bill go flying at us. Gustav pulls me away from the collision.

"You married my sister?????" Bill shouts as he smacks Georg in the head, like a girl if you ask me.

"I'm going to kill you man!" Tom says as he has Georg in a head lock.

Georg is just laughing as he is put through all of this drama. Finally, Gustav and I decide to get them off of him.I motion him to get Bill while I get Tom. At first he hesitates but does so.He easily rips him off and I place one arm under his arm from behind and snake it around the back of his neck and do the same with the other side. The half nelson and for those WWE fans, the MASTER LOCK.Once my hands clasp together, they won't let go. A move Lucifer once taught me. Tom struggles to free himself, as the others watch me in awe. His constant struggle makes him lose more and more energy and blood flow. As he stops and gets a bit droopy, I let him go and he falls ontop of me.

"Where." Tom pants,"did", pant,"you learn", pant,"to do", pant,"that."

I struggle a bit as Georg gets him off of me.My note book now on the floor, I scribble down in the now bright late morning light. 'Logan's father.'

"His father?" Bill asks as he straightens up his hair.

'Family friend. That's how we got close.'

"Ah. Better watch for you then" Gustav chuckles.

"You guys didn't really get married-" Bill realizes.

"Did you." Tom finished dumbly.

Georg and I just look at each other with a big smile, he laughs and I just shake my head. Bill playfully smacks me on the head. I just pout and rub my pretty little head. All of the guys start laughing at my misery.

"Guess we are going to just meet up at the meeting building. Hurry, we are late." Bill tells us as we approuch a huge building.

We all get out, me lastly. I had to get my bag with the note book in it. Inside, we are directed to some elevators, all the way to the top. When we walk I stager behind everyone, as I plug myself in. At the end of the long hallway, we all see these huge double doors.

"Lets go!" Bill marches and I mean literally marches.

He grabs my arm and I march with him. It was a funny site. I could feel odd stares boring into my back. We finally stop at the doors. For drama effects, Bill swings the doors open. Everything stops and I finally realize what TYPE of people are touring with my "brothers".

A nicely dressed lady, I'd say.... late 20s stands up from her reception desk. Her face turns into a really overly-happy grin, me and Bill grip onto each other's arms for protection against this prep. "Ah, you must be Tokio Hotel." she then walks around her desk to the very front, in front of us, "Welcome to America, hope you are enjoying yourselves. Follow me, they are all ready for you."

She twisted her heels and walked away. My eyes glanced everywhere and I saw the band that I hated from the very start. It was pretty funny, I was always plotting their deaths, my old friends would always get mad at me because I was plotting against their heart throbs. Hell.

Everyone started walking but I stood at the back slowly backing my way out. Georg glanced back and saw me leaving, a smirk plastered on his face made me turn around and run. "Come back here!" he shouted getting everyone's attention.

I had barely made it out the door and I was already caught by him, his strong arms not budging, payback. I kept shaking my head and pleading silently for them to let me go. "Come on, it can't be that bad." Bill told me reasuringly.

I just pointed to the wall that had a live size poster of them. He and the others turned to see then, they too seemed like they wanted to run out of the room with me and back to Germany. "Nope. Lets go. They can't be that bad." Bill says like a leader.

I just look at him like he is crazy. Tom is the one that gets me out of Georg's arms and pushes me forward. "Come on, do it and I promise to let you pick were to eat. Any place." he promised.

I nodded and was allowed to walk on my own with Georg keeping a good eye on me. Bill walked into the confrence room followed by Tom and Gustav. I just stopped in the doorway and refused to budge.Georg pushed me in, but my hands clasped into the doorway, holding for dear life.

"Go in!"he said as he was pushing me in, "Guys help!"

All of the Team Tokio were pushing/pulling me into the room. My arms felt like they were abou to snap but I didn't let go. I felt a ton of eyes on us watching. My face cringed up as I locked my arms into place. I could feel my visible arms,I was wearing a muscle shirt, harden and shape to show my very toned arms.

"Kitzia! Let go!" Bill shouted.

"Come on! I promise to take you anywhere." Tom urged.

"Don't worry about it!" Gustav shouted.

And lastly, Georg "Stop being such a baby! What's the worst they would do?"

How I wished for my voice to yell and shout for help. Damn it, why did I loose my voice???!!! Finally,my poor arms gave up, too much strength for my body to handle.With the great power they were pulling me, we all tumbled over. Gustav at the bottom, then Bill, me, Tom and lastly Georg. Lucky Gustav. My face felt flushed, my eyes shut, and my chest rising quickly with the fast pants as I tried to regain my breathing. I was really tired, but I managed to open my eyes and look into Bill's large brown fully make-up-ed eyes and I could feel myself blush. Thanks to my already flushed face, he didn't see it, just stared at me. My stare turned quickly into a sharp glare, just wait till I get my payback. I could feel Tom's breath on the back of my neck and then nothing.I just roll over and off of him.

Looking around while panting, I see THEIR eyes staring at me. I was about to flick them off, but I didn't because Tom hauled me up. I regained my posture and stood up though my arms were killing me. I turn to show them all a glare.

"Well,um. May we start?" a fat guy in a tie and suit who sat at the table looked at the scene that lies before him.

"Oh, um yes." Bill tells them and sits down.

All the guys sit down in the seats and I just stand. The fat guy sees me staring blankly,"And you are?" he tells me.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce ourselves."he starts dumbly,"I am Bill, this is my brother Tom,Gustav, and Georg." he says pointing to each one, "And this is our sister, Kitzia." he says with a big smile.

I could feel THEIR eyes on me, but I just ignored the retards. I heard them scoot their chairs back and introduced themselves with a handshakes. Then it came to me, one had his hand reached out to me, ah the drag queen (no offence intended) one,"Hi,I'm Joe." he said.

I looked at his hand, it had a ring on it with Christian religious symbols. Hmm. A purity ring, so they must all be abstinant, this is one of the moments that I thank my mother for taking me to a Catholic high school, there I had a theology class where we learned about their religion and others. Me, you ask, I am a Satanist. So I didn't quite fit in when they forced us to have mass every month. I just slept during the entire thing and never got caught, lucky me! Looking back at his face I just lift an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry. She's mad." Tom told him.

He just nods and shakes his head. Then the French poodle introduces himself and then the Elvis Preasly wanna-be/cowboy. I just stare at them. The French poodle gets to guts to ask me, "Why don't you say anything? You can't be that mad?" he chuckles.

He thinks its funny to loose your voice????? Oh, how I want to scream and shout at this idiot. My hands pulled into fists, I was about to punch this idiot but Tom speaks up for me, "She isn't feeling well, a very sore throat." Clever. Tommy Boy.Clever.

"Oh, sorry." he says apologeticaly.

I just turn my head to the other way and find a couch.Motioning my head to the couch, the fat guy gives me to go ahead to sit on it.

45 minutes later.

I was listening to I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance and looked up, why were they taking so long. Getting up with to be sore arms I walk over and peer down to see what they are doing and tapping Gustav on the shoulder.

"The guy is trying to calculate the numbers for us, but is having a hard time." he told me.

I tilt my head and walk over to the fat guy. It didn't look so hard, might take me, eh, 5 minutes at the most.From what I could tell, he was taking a wrong turn. Me, I am pretty good when it comes to numbers, hell I went through Pre-Algebra, Algebra 1,Geometry, and Frosh Honors Algebra 2.

I tap the guy on the shoulder and request the pen."What?" he asks.

I motion to him to let me do it.

He shook his head, "This is too complicated for a little girl like you." he said coldly and went back to his stupid, wrong work.

LITTLE GIRL??????? GRRRRRR! I take out my note book that I use to write and push his roller chair to the side.This got everyone's attention. I skimmed over the paper work that he was looking at it. Didn't take long for me to understand what was to be done and got cracking (lol. Cracking. No one says that anymore).

"What are you doing?" Elvis Cowboy asks.

I ignore them all and continue, my pen in my right and working out the numbers. I can feel them staring in awe as I did the work quickly. Add this and that. Multiply this with that at_%. Simple. Subtract _% of costs. Add in merchandise %. Divide the share. It didn't take very long and I had it all worked out.

Slamming my pen down after a few minutes, I was done. I rip out the page, circle the amount and hand it over to the amazed fat, bald guy. His eyes open widely as he looks over this and runs his chubby hands through what was one full of hair many eons ago.

"Impossible! How did you do this all so fast?" he questions and all turn to look at me.

I just shrug and plop down on what would be Bill's seat. Tune up my ipod and zone out. Eyes. Eyes are locked on me, but whatever.Bill thinks that I'm a chair and sits on me.He acts like he doesn't even see me or feel me under him, so I poke him.

"Cut it out, nerd." he mocks.

A flare bursts through me,my knees prop him in the air just a few inches off of my thighs and I shove him off of my lap. Luckily, Tom catches his twin, who turns around fuming at me.

"Enough you two." Gustav whispers.

I just point at him helplessly and hear a few chuckles. Humph, idiots. As soon as the deal is closed i am the first out the door and brought back in by Georg.

"Come on, just shake their hands goodbye,love." he tells me.

My eyes twitch like crazy and so does the rest of Team T. Bill, Tom, and Gustav agree with him and make me shake their hands. So, as a goodbye present I squeeze their hands with force that makes them all wince and I just put on a fake smile.

When we got back into the car,they all scolded me on this and that.Honestly, I don't give a damn, so I just ignored them. When we made it to the hotel,we all huddled in the lobby while Tom got us checked in.

'What was the whole love thing about?' I show Georg.

"Eh" he shrugs after he reads it.

So,I just smack him with my notebook.

'Yay! I say we go to a place with a lot of DESSERT! Who's with me?'

"Me!" Bill chimes up.

Both of us jump and down in glee.Tom finally heads over to us with 2 keys. "Kitzia, you are sharing a room with us. They don't have an extra room for you."he tells me.

I just shrug, not like I never shared a room with either of them.

"Lets EAT!!!" Bill shouts