The Next Life (A Youtuber Fanfic)

Chapter 9-- Amsterville

Dani's P.O.V.

        Yet again, I wake in the back of a van. This time I was allowed to move freely, though I was still handcuffed. I was laying on a soft cushion with a pillow.

        "How's it goin', Dani? Sleep well?" I heard the woman ask.

        "Uhhh...." I stammered.

        "It's alright. You don't have to tell me anything," The woman said.

        I looked into the front of the van. The woman, a broad-shouldered blonde chick, was sitting in the driver's seat.

        "Who are you?" I asked, rubbing my head where the man had hit me.

        "My name is many things. Too many things that you do not need to know. For now, call me Jay," The woman said.

        "Okay... Jay."

        I noticed the man that hit me in the passenger's seat. He had jet black hair and barely a beard with a mustache. He was very massive and broad-shouldered, and his muscles showed through his black t-shirt. He was asleep, snoring lightly.

        "Who's he?" I asked.

        "That's Plier. He's my partner, also my husband. Don't be scared of him either," Jay said quietly.

        "Where are we going?" All of the windows were blacked out.

        Jay smiled and declared, "We're here."

        Plier woke up at the word 'here.' The two opened their doors simultainiously, closed them, and opened the back of the van. They pulled me out by the feet, and Plier flung me over his shoulder. I grunted. It hurt my head.

        Something was stabbed into my arm, and my vision became blurry. Why... oh, the ground... do I have to.... looks lovely.... get knocked out.... beautiful... every time I go.... grass.... somewhere?

        I woke up in a prison-like cell. It was quite luxurious for prison though.

        "Dude! What the f***?!" I shouted, mainly to Plier if he was around.

        Plier walked out into visibility in front of the metal bars of my cell. His eyebrows were raised and a tough frown was made of his lips. I took a moment to take his looks in. His jet black hair was spiked in the front, and he had a short, messy beard with barely a mustache. He was more broad and massive than I thought. He was wearing a pair of shredded black jeans and a skin-tight black t-shirt that had a sliver of fabric missing from the chest area, and through that I could see a painful-looking scar. I also saw that his muscles were tense, which made me feel kind of scared.

        "It wasn't my idea to bring you here, Dani. We're trying to protect you," Plier growled, sighing, then continuing. "There's someone looking for you. He's a copy of me."

        "What...? Who would want anything from me?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder where Plier had given me the shot.

        "The Voicless Ones. You wouldn't know them, but you're apparently valuable to them. So is your friend Bri, and also Jay."

        I stared at Plier, taking his words in. I put my hands on my face, falling to my knees. One, because I was very stressed, and two, they drugged me again. I fell forward, passing out. F***ing drugs.