Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Better Living Industries

BL/I..? I thought to myself What on earth is BL/I? 

I sat in silence for what seemed to be an eternity after the strange man left. The room I was in was very large and startingly white. It looked like a hospital ward - except the smell of death in the room was far too strong, this was no hospital, it was enough to send anyone to their knees if they were on their feet for too long. Everything looked the same, the white walls, the white floor, the white beds, the white curtains, even the white clothes I was suddenly wearing - wait, what happened to my normal clothes? 

A scream.

I looked to my right and at the other end of the room there was a man lying there with people gathered around him. Was he dying? Maybe that was his family. He let out another blood curdling scream. That was definitely not his family.

I got off my bed and slowly walked over, carefully trying to not make any noise. I didn't want to alert anybody to my presence. What I saw after that was a horrific sight. It was the man from the car who was talking into the radio. The one who had passed out in front of me. Two men were pinning him down to the bed as he struggled against their grips. Another man made deep cuts in his arm, drawing out blood. After he had stopped, he then tried to force two pills down his throat.

"Fucking hell!" I yelled at them, "Stop it! You're hurting h-"

Sirens went off, alarms and bells. It must've been some emergency drill. Like, a fire drill or something like that. Everyone around me started hurrying out and leaving only me and this strange man in the room. I refused to leave, not particularly wanting to be mixed among those people.

Sweat was slowly beading down the man's forehead and I moved closer to him. His face was wrought with pain and his arm covered in blood. "Hey hey, come on," I sympathised, "Calm down. You'll be okay."

"No I won't, they finally got me. I can't believe it. I went so long without getting caught but look where I am now." he sighed, "They're going to kill me."

"No they're not! They seem like nice people." 

He looked up and went to say something, but his face filled with shock, "SYNYSTER!" he exclaimed and pounced off the bed, tackling me to the floor. 

"Err...Can't....Breathe..." I choked out and he got up of me, laughing. "Should you really be laughing in a time like this?"

"No! But I haven't seen you in 8 years!" he said, grinning. But his face darkened and he suddenly became very serious "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?!"

I went to answer, but I was interrupted by the sound of doors crashing down. I looked over to where the doors used to be, and there were three men standing there. 

One was very short, with long, black greasy hair. He was wearing a green jacket that had yellow sleeves which were rolled up to his elbows, jeans, some Doc Martins and a red scarf. Another was taller, had bright red hair, just slightly shorter than the first guy's. He was wearing a similar jacket, however his was bright blue with white stripes across the top of the sleeves. The final guy looked slightly more familiar, I didn't recognise him completely though. He was around the same height as the red-headed guy. But he has shorter hair, with a long purple fringe that fell between his eyes. The shirt he was wearing said 'Vengeance University' very faintly across the top. He was wearing sunglasses. 

I blinked and they were gone. But then an arm wrapped around my neck and a gun ws held to my head, "Give us Jimmy and I won't have to shoot you," the man spat. Turns out it was the red-headed man. 

"No!" the purple-haired guy exclaimed, "Poison! That's Synyster!"

The hand was immediately taken away from my neck, I turned around and the red-haired man, 'Poison' as he was just called, was in shock. 

"Gates?" he gasped, "I haven't seen you since before..."

"Oh no, here comes the flashback..." the black-haired man chuckled to himself. Poison elbowed him in the ribs.

"Fuck off, Ghoul." 

"Synyster! Where on earth have you been?" the purple haired man asked. 

"I...I don't know..." I said, confused, "I don't even know who any of you are."

"Not...not even me?" the purple haired man sounded upset now, oh, whoops. "Synyster, I'm your best friend."