Back where we started

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Connie, Bonnie, Maggie, Georg and Gustav's POV:

"WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY TAKE THEM?!?" Connie shouts at the top of her lungs. Bonnie is bawling her eyes out while Maggie is trying to keep herself intact while calming down Bonnie. Georg and Gustav are basically in shock. They just watched half of their band get kidnapped right in front of them.
All of them tried to follow the kidnappers, but the dissapeared in thin air. Connie called the police as they all gathered in Tokio Hotel's tour bus. Tokio Hotel TV wanted to come in and film, but they almost didn't get any footage before Georg broke and started shouting at the camera crew to leave, so they did.

The police promised that they would call back when they heard something or figured something out, but they haven't called back for hours. It's been hours and hours since Bill, Tom and Trudy were kidnapped by a group of people dressed in black.
Gustav has fallen asleep since it's really early in the morning and they are all tired.
Connie can't sleep. She has been drinking coffee and beer since they sat down in the tour bus. Bonnie is just about to fall asleep on Maggie's lap, and Maggie looks like she has been touched by a ghost. Or bitten by a vampire.

Connie's phone rings and everybody who was about to fall asleep, is now completely awake and staring at her.

"Hello!" Connie says with a wild stare.

"We can't find out where they took them, but we are here now, right outside and looking around. We will keep you all updated." The man on the phone says.

"What? How can you not find them? You're the police!!! Fucking find them!!!" Connie shouts into the phone and hangs up, furious. She looks out the window and sees a few cops looking around and talking to each other. Soon after, they dissapear into the darkness.

Trudy's POV:

I feel a lot stronger after sleeping. I have no idea how long I slept, but I feel well rested for the first time in many days, even though I have been sleeping on a dirty, bloody and hard mattress with one wrist handcuffed to a metal pole behind my head.
The thing that woke me up was screaming. At first I thought it was Tom, but I haven't heard Tom since before I fell asleep. This is Bill screaming for Tom, and Tom doesn't answer. So I scream for him since Tom isn't answering.

"BILL! I'M IN THE BASEMENT!!!" I scream, hoping that he got out like I did before, and is stronger than I was and can get me out of here so we can save Tom together.

"ARE YOU OKAY!?!" Bill shouts, and I know that he hasn't gotten free, he's just concious unlike Tom.

"I GOT HIT OVER THE HEAD, OTHER THAN THAT I'M OKAY!" I shout back. It's exhausting to shout like this and I can barely hear Bill whenever he responds.

"IS TOM WITH..." Bill stops mid sentence. I can't hear what happened but I suspect that someone shut him up.

"BILL!!!" I shout. No answer. They have probably knocked him out. My only chance of hope right now. I wish I didn't know what probably happened to him. According to John, he got raped. Just... like... Tom. The thought makes me cringe. Nobody... and I mean nobody, will ever get to touch Tom when we get out of here. I know that this will create a special and unbreakable bond between me, Tom and Bill. A bond that I obviously want, but not like this.
I'm too weak to save either of them. I know the way to the room Tom is in, but not Bill. Unless they have already moved Tom. They moved Bill away from me. Moved me back to the basement. Tom is the only one who wasn't moved, which means that he will probably be moved at some point soon if he hasn't already. I found out where he was. They don't want me to be able to find him. But I have a good memory. I have memorised the parts of the house that I have seen. I haven't seen it from the outside, so I don't know how big it could be. But this is America. And in the middle of the city. It can't be that big.
What I have seen of the house is probably almost all of it. But... I can't get out.

Bill's POV:

The drugs have worn off. Holly put a rope around my wrists and my ankles after she... raped me. But what she didn't think of was that there's a radiator right behind me. And I don't think anybody has noticed that it's broken. One of the pipes have been cut in half somehow. And it's sharp. I have been shouting Tom's name while rubbing the rope against the sharp part of the pipe for over an hour now.
True jsut responded but I heard someone outside. They must have heard us shouting to each other and I can't make this escape plan too obvious. I rub the rope quicker now, and suddenly... I hear a snap.
The roped loosen and the footsteps get closer. I untie the rope around my ankles with no problem at all. I bet Holly was never a girl scout with these knots.
I stand up and my head feels funky. I take some deep breaths and open my eyes again. Now I feel okay. I know that there's someone close and I will need to get past them. Wherever or whoever they are, I have to find something to knock them out.

Trudy's POV:

A loud thump occurs closer to me. Footsteps approach and I worry it might be John. I take deep breaths, trying to suppress my anxiety to it doesn't show that I'm scared when he gets down here. But when the door opens, I hear a familiar voice whispering my name.

"True..." Bill says and I let myself breathe properly now.

"I'm right here Bill." I say quietly because I know now that he can hear me.

"I thought it was John coming to do something to me... I'm so glad to see you." I say. I feel so overwhelmed with happiness that I almost cry. I get my hopes up too soon. I alreadh started fantasizing about getting us out of here and continuing with our life. Getting these people in prison forever.
Just as Bill has reached the bottom of the stairs, another pair of legs run down the stairs.

"BILL!" I scream and he turns around. We both heard Holly coming down. Just as Bill sees her, she hits him in the head with a baseball bat. He falls to the ground with a thump. Now both me and Bill are trapped in the basement once again. We are right back where we started.

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