Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

Dr. Death Defying

"B-Best...what?!"

"Well, this catchup has been great and all," Jimmy began, "But we really need to go"

Pointing towards the doors which were now being broken down by people whose faces were covered with white fabric, Jimmy pulled out a gun from under his shirt. He began shooting - but there were no bullets, just white lights.

"WHOA," I stumbled backwards, "What the hell is that?"

"Dude, where have you been?" 'Ghoul' laughed. If only I knew I thought to myself. 

Using one of the chairs which was sitting beside the bed I had been lying in, Poison smashed the window, "Come on!" he yelled, grabbing my sleeve and jumping out, taking me with him.

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A few hours later, after running for miles across desert, we came to an old shack, shall I say. It was covered in graffiti. Ghoul opened the door and skipped in, as if he were a school girl. "DOCTOR DEATH YOU IN HERE?!" he called.

Inside wasn't much different from outside - it looked very old and it was covered in grafitti. But there was a desk at the wall furthest from the door. It had a laptop sitting on it, as well as a microphone and some outdated recording equipment. 

After searching the whole place, Ghoul told me that there was no one here - which was apparently odd, seeing as there's always someone here. As they all just shrugged, they left - Jimmy in front.

As we stepped into the bright Californian sunlight, a van started to circle the building. There seemed to be loud music playing from it and there was a lot of laughter. I seemed to be the only one startled by this, but they were most likely not a threat. It came to a stop and the side door opened. Two guys stumbled out, pissing themselves laughing. One was tall and thin, with blondehair gelled back, his jacket was similar to those of Poison and Ghoul, except his was red. He was carrying a bottle of WKD. The other was shorter, with mad, huge brown hair, he had sunglasses on and was also carrying a bottle of WKD. 

"Weeeeeeeeell who do we have here!" The blonde one's words were slurred, "I'm Kobra Kid atyuuuur survisssss,"

"You guys are drunk," Jimmy laughed.

"Pssh, what's yur poooint?" the other, crazy haired one laughed.

"My point is why did no one invite us?!"

"Because you were getting your ass kicked by some Dracs," Ghoul pointed out, which resulted in a hard punch in the arm and a muttered 'fucking midgets' on Jimmy's part. 

"OH MY GOD!" Zacky squealed, "I HAVEN'T HEARD THIS SONG IN YEARS!"

Running over to the van, he turned the radio up louder and started singing along. I know this song!Finally being able to understand something, I was proud of myself. It was 'She Loves Me Not' by Papa Roach. I recall making out with Jacoby while he was supposed to be recording that... man that party was weird...

My train of thought was interrupted by an ahem from the building we were just in. Turning round, I saw a man with long hair and sunglasses sitting there watching us. 

"DR. DEATH!" Ghoul's squeal was similar to that of Zacky's, "OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

"Don't joke with me boy," he chuckled, "I could've been for all you know. And who's this?" He gestured for me to come over so I walked towards him warily. 

"Dr. Death Defying," he took my left hand and shook it, "And you are?" 

"S-Synyster." I choked out, "Synyster Gates." 

"Pleased to meet you!" he smiled, dropping my hand he reached for a plastic bag. "Do us a favor?" I nodded, "Mail this to BL/I for me."

I took the bag off him, curious to see what was inside it, I opened it. I screamed as I saw it's contents.

A human head.