To Those who read this:
This is not my work. I'm just adding it because I love Avenged Sevenfold and this is a phenomenal story. I hope you love it as much as I do. :]
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I had this horrible dream. I was getting on a bus, but it drove more like a roller-coaster, looping and spinning. Just when i was about to blow chunks, it stopped and two huge men drug me out, right in front of a prison gate. I tried to get out of there grip, but the more I struggled, the harder they held me, until I had bruises on my arms. They threw me inside the gates, where angry prisoners were waiting for me. They were just about to beat me to the ground when...
"Hey, get up!"
I stirred in my seat, only to find that I was just dreaming...or was I. I looked at my wrists and ankles. Cuffs. Shit. And sure enough, two big guys walked right up to me, extending their arms.
"Come on Baker"
I decided not to fight them, and got up out of my seat and off the bus. We walked to the gate, which was surrounded by barbed wire everywhere, and snipers perched in stations. There was no escape. I ran my hands through my black hair, and tried to choke back tears. Cant cry here, you'll get eaten alive.
We walked through the gates, and thankfully there were no people out there. But once we got inside, I heard them. Chanting, barking, yelling...I couldnt think. The noises were too loud. I tried to cover my ears.
"Keep moving Baker!" One of the guys holding me barked, yanking on my arm hard. They lead me to get my new clothes, and where I also had to get my piercings removed. One by one they cut off my septum and my lip rings, and yanked out my gauges. Yea, they're not gentle here. I rubbed where my liprings used to be, frowning because i spent so much on those damn things.
After changing into the clothes they gave me, if you can even call them that, I was taken to my cell. I prayed for a nice, small, harmless cell mate, one that i didn't have to worry about killing me in my sleep. Of course with my luck, I got just the opposite.
"Here's your new home Baker," the one guard chuckled. I glared at him, then looked into the cell. Fuck!
There on one of the bunks sat a mass of muscles and tattoos.
"Got a new cell mate for you Brandan", The guard to my left chuckled. New cell mate? As if reading my mind the guard said, "Yea, him and his last cell mate....well lets just say Brandan won that battle." I gulped. Brandan looked up at me, his black eyes piercing into me. I couldn't tell if he was glaring, or just trying to figure me out. I prayed it was the latter.
The guards uncuffed me and practically threw me into the cell. Brandan still looked at me, his black eyes locking with my blue ones. Obviously, his were my threatening. I sighed. This was going to be hell.
