Captured

To call a place your home should be to call it your safe haven. Was this place a safe haven? No, and it was clear that the entire band was in danger, one in particular since he was no where to be seen. Was he dead or was he simply placed in another part of wherever the hell they were? Answers to such questions remain unknown.

The masked female folded her arms and looked over the four shivering men, smirking. She adjusted her demonic mask and snickered quietly to herself. She stood at about five foot three and from the sound of her voice, she was young. The guys had never laid eyes on her before, so they were extremely curious of her but also pretty wary. Jinxx was alarmed more than anything and shuffled closer on his knees.

“Who are you, why are we here and where's Andy?” He said sternly, staring up at the girl with those calm blue eyes of his. She stared back with her own then looked away, cackling quietly to herself.

“I am me and I believe Andrew's in the room next door. Fear not for he is still in one piece. We do not wish to harm any of you.”

“Then why are we here?” Jake grumbled, looking rather pale and out of it as he laid there on his stomach, staring over towards the masked female. It was as if the coldness was making him ill which wouldn't be a big surprise since he was wearing very little.

“For fun and games. Do not worry, band members. You are not the only ones within this playful facility. I do believe the ones known as Pierce The Veil have just arrived too and there are apparent plans to bring in Asking Alexandria but we've found it difficult to locate those pesky guys,” she snorted, glancing over her shoulder as another person approached her. This one was a slightly taller female, hooded with the same mask.

“The Andy Biersack is ready for launch and we have been given a new mission to acquire more chicken for the feast. Also, Dahvie Vanity has escaped again,” uttered this taller female, carrying a strong Scottish accent. The shorter female nodded and lifted up her hood over her head, her hair already hidden by a type of balaclava. The four guys were just looking at each other, baffled and wary of the situation. The two masked females were whispering into each other's ears and glancing over to Jake every so often. They both then nodded and the taller one left. A few seconds later, two larger masked men entered the room and approached Jake.

“This one looks unwell and requires grooming. Take him to the basement swiftly then place him in a clean holding room,” commanded the female as the large males unchained Jake's feet. He physically protested.

“Hey, no! Basement?!” Jake squirmed, trying to break free from their hold.

“Let him go! LET HIM GO!!” CC demanded, squirming onto his knees and then flopping flat on his face due to being rather unbalanced. Jinxx just closed his eyes and scrunched his face up, looking away while Ashley looked on with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Let them take him,” he said calmly. CC and Jinxx just stared over at him while Jake was carried out of the room, still struggling. The masked girl remained, looking over towards Ashley for a moment.

“You three will be reunited with your friends in a couple of minutes. As for me, I have a pest to locate. If you begin to feel drowsy, then do not worry. It's normal to feel like that in this room.” And with that, the girl left, closing the door behind her. The locks could be heard and that's when they just looked at each other. CC felt shaken by his thoughts as all kinds of possibilities struck him. Jinxx just knelt there, staring at the door and Ashley was staring at the floor, thinking.

“Andy's dead,” CC said bluntly. “And Jake's next, isn't he? And then it'll be you Ashley, then me, then Jinxx.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!!” Jinxx erupted, glaring over to CC. “No one is dying! Don't you see what's happening? These people are fans of us! Why would they kill us if they're fans of us? Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if Andy's eating cake or something in the next room.”

“So wait,” said Ashley with that same curious glint in his eyes. “We've been kidnapped by our own fans?” It sounded really odd to him for that to have actually happened. Sure, there's always that thought that would linger in the back of their minds, but for it to actually happen is a whole other thing.

“I don't like this,” CC sighed.

“None of us do, man,” Jinxx grunted. “And I'm not sure how much of this bitter cold breeze I can take anymore.”

“Are you sure they're fans? Maybe they just want to rid the world of our type of music. Maybe they're not fans,” Ashley said, still pondering over the thought of who has captured them specifically.

“If they're not fans, then we're going to die.”

“CC, stop being so pessimistic. What happened to your damn optimism?” Jinxx huffed.

“I don't know. I miss Lauren.”

“And I miss Sammi but we can't linger on the thoughts of our loved ones right now. We have to concentrate on the situation.”

“I miss sex,” Ashley added.

“Ashley, shut up.”

“No, you shut up.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Y-”

“This is NOT the time for this guys!” CC interrupted, sounding very fed up. Jinxx snorted and switched his concentration to the door while Ashley simply glared towards the floor, grumbling quietly to himself before releasing a soft, shaky sigh.

In that moment, silence fell throughout the room. All that could be heard was their breathing and the brief moving of their cuffs and chains as they switched their sitting positions. What could also be heard was the movement outside the door, movement from other areas within the so called 'playful facility'. Their gazes switched to the door when they heard a scream, followed by a large clanging sound. It didn't sound like it came from close by the door, but it certainly sounded near, maybe down a hallway. The three remained silent and continued to listen, shivering in the cold, concrete room.