Secrets Behind The REPUTATION

PART ZERO

Reputation...

Reputation...

Reputation...

Between those blood vessels' buzzing sounds reverberating in her ears, she could openly catch the crowd cheering and yelling the name of the band, almost shuddering the MSG, New York. The howling that spread out from enthusiasm has engulfed that whole area. Everyone was thrilled to be there and had hemmed in overjoy to meet their favourite band soon. Yes, the band, one of the record-breaking bands in history, is everyone's favourite, The REPUTATION.

It is supposed to be the happiest day, the day they can move back to their ordinary lifestyle, the day they can find their own paths, and this was what Micheal ensured them before the band was officially formed. To each five of them. 

And there she was, in absolute loneliness, sprawling on a cold floor inside a dark room. What cropped up was the exact contrary of what they predicted. All they want is to be unbound, let go from the loud clamours, let go from the flickering flashlights, and she is going to be free today, even though this is not the way she wished. The black-masked men who smashed on her body and chained her tightly are planning to send her far away today. Far away where the other artists had been sent before.

All she can view is the burning bulb swinging back and forth on the centre of that blackened room. The drugs injected into her vein were gradually and intensely working on her body, ultimately devouring her. She could see the vision of the dangling bulb more than once, and that is how she finds out the drug is slowly killing her. By forcefully opening her eyes, she sought to battle against for awakening. Those blue orbs indolently ran to all corners of her eyes to see the clear views of the room and to seek help.

'H- Help.' Her trembling blood-stained lips whispered in torment, could not bear the pain anymore. Yet there is no one to hear her voice.

She stared paralyzed at the blood rivulet gushing from her abdomen to the floor. Her vision was getting fainty but, her ears were still awake, hoping for help from someone. Unfortunately, no one showed up, and she had lost her hope. Death is coming to own her.

Suddenly, the door banged open, and the glow from outside let in with the cheering noise of the insane crowd. Two tall guy's silhouettes stood on the side of the door, scanning her body lying on the floor. Both had black and red skull printed bandanas covered on their faces. One of them slammed the back door and put it back in its old condition, and the other one came forward to examine her more. One guy on the black skull bandana, half-kneeled and rested his elbow over it, and ran his enraged eyes head to toe at her as the other one on red bandana stood and watched behind him.

'Fuck! She has not dead yet!' The voice behind that black printed skull yelled with excessive resentment. He turned his head up over his shoulder to see his other fellow.

'Kill her before Mr G comes, otherwise, he will kill us.' The red skull made a point, more like insisted.

The black skull brought his eyes back to her, and his right index finger calmly tucked the hairs behind the ears, which were covering her face. 'I had warned you to stay out of our business, babe.' That voice had the mark of sympathy, with more sarcasm. He moved his lips close to her ear and then slowly whispered. 'Could you not hear my words at least once?'

The question made a shudder in her ear but, she could not argue or fight with him. Everything was numb. Tears welled up in her eyes at last. But those tears were not of fear but of stocked with hatred and contempt. Hatred from the reminder that she can do nothing right now.

'I- I tr- trusted y-you...' Her eyes, coated with despair and regret, slipped at the guy wearing the black skull bandana. She knows who it is. She well knows. And she had trusted him more than anything else in this world. 'Y-youu backstabbing b-bastard.'

With a scoffing laugh, the black skull slowly wiped the tears from her face. 'So sad...'

'What are you waiting for, Dickhead?' The red skull roared from behind, almost losing his toleration. 'Kill her!!' He commanded in fear because he wants to end it as soon as possible before their head, Mr G, comes. 

The black skull got up gradually, without adding any kind of hustle to his buddy's command. His hands travelled to the back of his tight skinny black jeans, pulled the pistol tucked between it, and pointed it out to her.

'Say hi to the artists in the hell, bitch.'

The black skull hissed as she let her eyes to seal completely, hoping the death to catch up with her soon. The last thing she heard was a blasting gunshot and screams.

 Then, everything went black.