Louis, That Jazz Guy.

Chapter Five

The first thing Louis noticed when he woke up, was that he couldn't see. He also very quickly noticed he has an absolutely splitting headache, probably from last night's drinking. He hadn't even had that much, why was this hangover so bad-

Why were his wrists tied together? That was the next thing he noticed. He quickly started wiggling in his seat, trying to break free. It wasn't working at all, as the chair wasn't budging. His movement did seem to catch the attention of someone, who seemed to be walking over to him.

"Hello?" Louis called, but no one answered him. They were just ignoring him. He sighed, facing his head down as his headache just seemed to get worse. He felt like he was finally about to go back to sleep, when a booming voice rang out. He could've swore he'd heard the voice before, but he wasn't sure whose voice it was. It was rather deep, and he could feel the person's presence in the room.

"Hello, Louis." The voice said. "You seem to be in a rather negative spot, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do." Was all Louis replied with. "Now let me get the Hell out of here, I have to practice my trumpet." Of course, Louis wanted to get out for more than his trumpet, but he didn't want to go into any amount of detail to this person. He knew it could easily be used against him if he wasn't careful. Louis couldn't even tell how many people were in the room. He hated that, he hated it a lot. He actually hated a lot about this, mainly that he'd been fucking kidnapped and he didn't know why or how.

"Now, Louis... I'm not gonna let you go. Not for a while, at least." it said. Louis just sighed, gong quiet again. He heard the footsteps move to the other side of the room, and come back to the center. Louis was having a lot of trouble focusing or even caring about his situation, his headache was so awful. That's when he remembered... Lilith. What if she had been taken too?!

"Is Lilith okay!?" He suddenly cried. He tried rocking his chair again, but it just failed. He shouldn't have even tried.

"Oh, she's fine. More than fine, actually. Come on out Lilith!" The voice said, and Louis heard another few footsteps come into the room. Shit. What was she thinking?!

"Hello, Louis." She said. Her tone of voice was similar to the man, but he immediately could tell it was her. Lilith had a very distinct voice.

"...what's goin' on?" he asked, his confusion continuing to grow and he heard the two of them walking around the room. He wondered if it was empty or not, but he suspected it wasn't. The two were taking such specific paths, there had to be something in here. Like wine or boxes. Unless... they were just messing with him. What if this had been pre-planned and the steps were meant to be this way to confuse him, and the room was empty? Louis already felt like he was going a bit crazy. He wanted to see, so he tried and failed to free his hands.

It was no use.

-

"It was odd." Bente said, taking a small sip of coffee. She looked at Agatha, a bit of worry in her face. "He was wasted in like... three drinks. I've never seen something like it..."

"Louis isn't that much of a lightweight, come on!" Agatha exclaimed. She sighed, smiling at Bente when she realized how worried she looked.

"He was there with a blonde flapper lady who led him outside. I hope he's alright." Bente said, quickly downing all of her coffee in a few seconds, as the two women sat on the couch. Agatha gently kissed Bente's cheek.

"I'm sure he's okay. It is... a bit odd, I'll admit, but we don't wanna get too involved with him, alright?"

"Of course, Atha." She said, laying her head across Agatha's lap.

"He was a nice fellow. Certain things about him didn't make a lot of sense, but he was sweet. He tried, at least." Agatha admitted, sighing quietly. "You're sweeter, Bente."

"Aw, thanks...". Bente said, feeling her cheeks heat up and smiling. "I just hope he's okay."

"I'm sure he's fine, he almost always is. He's Louis, he's lucky and smart." Agatha insisted, looking up at her girlfriend. "But did anything else happen?"

"No, not really... just the regular people at the regular times." Bente explained, yawning a little as she leaned back into the sofa.

"Well, that's good. Nothing too strange. And did you stay up too late?"

"Maybe a little..."

"We should get a nap in then. Goodnight, honey."

"Goodnight, molasses."

-

"Jaqueline, it's not like either of them to just run off! We know that! Louis didn't even bring his trumpet, we know he'd never leave that behind!" Rob shouted, obviously very upset. He was almost on the verge of tears at the idea of his friends being in danger.

"He's a grown man! He can take care of him fucking self! Stop acting like a clingy ex-girlfriend!" Agatha yelled back.

"What about Lilith!? A young girl going missing without a trace, who knows where the hell she could be-" Rob yelled angrily, slamming his hands on the table. Quinn flinched at that.

"They probably ran away together, come on! You saw how they acted-" Jaqueline interrupted Rob, only to be interrupted herself.

"Ran to where? Fucking Timbuktu?!" Rob yelled. "We have to look for them! They're our friends!

"Where the fuck are they, Jaqueline? You're the one in charge!" Quinn yelled, finally speaking up. The yelling really seemed to be getting to him.

"I wasn't fucking talking to you!" Jaqueline yelled, and Quinn just froze after that, cowering in his wheelchair. Rob gave him a sympathetic look, and rolled him out of the room, giving Jaqueline a dirty look on the way out. She almost immediately felt bad for what she said, and wanted to apologize. She sat down on the table and wrote down everything she knew about Louis and Lilith. She quickly realized she didn't know much about Louis, but knew a whole bunch about Lilith. Huh, interesting.

"It's okay, Quinn. I'm sorry you had to see that." Rob said, hugging his friend.

"... don't worry about it. I get you're upset about this... just try not to yell anymore, alright?" Quinn said, hugging him in return. That's when there was a knock on the door.