For The Rats (One-Shots)

You Scared?

A/N: not edited but still here, make sure you read the triggers please. Enjoy! 

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The bus was quiet that night, all the others out drinking their silly little hearts away on their one night off this week. Ben wasn't doing much better than them, it was quite the same only tonight he drank alone. Away from the others, away from all the voices and the noise. Just to rest easy for a single night. 

Don't get him wrong, Ben loved tour. But it was hard on him and hard on everyone, and too much of a good thing could still be overwhelming. And so there he was, alone for a few hours of sweet silence on yet another long haul. 

The air around him slowly cooled as the sun sunk below the earth, the golden light through the windows fading down until there was no light outside. The moon would rise, and Ben would surely count down the hours of solitude before his blurry vision would lead him to stumble into Danny's bunk for the night. Ben smiles to himself as he takes another sip of his drink-- straight from the bottle-- imagining the warmth of Danny's body against his. 

The liquor disappears through the night, Ben's world spinning around him whenever he moved as his head becomes foggy. That's just how it was supposed to be, right? Head in the clouds... that's where he'd like to live. That's where all your dreams are anyway, how are you supposed to see them if you don't get up there at least a little bit? 

Ben stares at the bottle, his mind drifting as he eyes the liquid. It seemed to be closer to him, or further away. His eyes were all fucked up, he couldn't quite tell. He reaches to the side and slaps the button on the bottom of a lamp, hitting it a few times before it eventually turned on. Now he wasn't sitting in the dark. 

Just as he begins to lift it to his lips once again, someone raps the door. Ben's eyebrows raise, the sound echoing through his head. Were they back already? It seemed early, he'd only just gotten drunk. Ben sighs, lowering his head to rest it on the table. He contemplated just ignoring them and going back to Danny's bunk, and then waiting to be cuddled. He really wasn't in the mood for partying tonight, as crazy as that may seem of him. 

The rapping continues, and Ben lifts his head, making a face. 

"It's unlocked, dickheads," he shouts. 

The door seems to wobble as it's opened, and but only two people make their way in through the door. Ben frowns. Maybe James went to visit his girlfriend, and then that would leave three. Maybe Danny ran off somewhere again, it wouldn't be the first time. Ben squints, trying to make out who was on the bus now, but his drinking left him unable to make out their faces. It honestly just looked like their faces were solid black. Could just be the hair, he thinks, as the two begin walking toward him. Ben still squints at them, their bodies were not familiar. Their clothes were all black, but it looked like long sleeves and jeans, their hands were covered. Ben's stomach twists as he realizes that he had no idea who these people were. 

Ben slides out of the booth, trying to stand up as the men approach him, only to be grabbed roughly by the arms. 

"What the fuck a-" 

Ben's slurred words are cut off by a harsh smack across the face. Ben's mouth opens, his arms being pinched tightly and held behind him by one of the men. The other stood directly in front of him, laughing. 

"Look what we have here," the man says. His voice smooth and amused, Ben could now see that he was wearing a cloth mask. He scrunches his face up at him, his head fuzzy. The man behind him chuckles.