How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 2 - Kill rock and roll

Patrick woke up tied to a chair, a bag still over his head.
He heard footsteps coming towards him. One person sounded like he or she was coming in front of him and the other, behind him.
He stayed calm, acting like he was still fainted, lowering his head down.

He heard the person who was in front of him say, "He should be awake now." The voice belonged to a woman, "Take that bag off of his head!" She ordered.

The person behind him ripped the bag off, causing Patrick to lift his head up.
His breathing was shaky and fast.
In front of him stood a woman with blond hair and blue eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to see another woman, this one with black hair tied in a ponytail.
He looked forward again, but this time down at his arms, which were tied to the arms of the chair, and noticed a drip on his left hand.

"So, our little singer is awake now," The blond girl jeered, taking Patrick's chin.
He shook his head, "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" He shouted.
"We want you to kill rock and roll, to kill music." She replied.
"Why me?" He asked, "Why am I the only one here?"
"Oh you're not the only one. Why do you think that all this rockstar disappeared? They're all with us."
"Did you kidnapped Y/N?"
The girl made a step back from Patrick, "Bring her in!" She shouted.

All of a sudden, a door opened, and two other girls came in the room, pushing another blindfolded girl, she had headphones on over her ears.
"Y/N!" He shouted.
"No need to scream, she doesn't hear you." The blond girl said.
As they approached Patrick, one of the two girls hit you on the back of your knee, causing you to fell to the ground.
"Don't do anything to her, please!" Tears started to form in his eyes.
"If you do what I want, I won't touch her."
"Alright, what do you want?"

She explained her plan to Patrick, the same one that she told to every person that was tied to that chair before him. Her plan was to kidnap every musician so they can help them destroy music, because without music "Life will be horrible and people will do what we want them to do," She said.

"You want to control the world?" Patrick inquired.
"Hmm, kind of, yeah." She responded.
"Well good luck 'cause I'm not going to help you with that!"
"Oh, you don't have any choice!" She laughed, walking to the little table next to Patrick. There were different types of tools and a phone, Patrick's phone. She took it.

"What are you..." Suddenly, as the girl put music on, Patrick's eyes became yellow. He gritted his teeth and grunted, the music turning him into a monster.
"I see that you received some messages, from... Pete."
Patrick didn't react to what she said, he didn't hear anything except the music that resonated in his head and little voices that said "kill rock and roll" again and again.

Earlier that night, at Pete's house...

Pete was sitting on his couch, watching TV.
His phone, sitting on his coffee table, went off, making a huge noise.
He took it, seeing he received a message from Patrick.

Patrick : Ok, I'm leaving my house. I'll be there in 30 minutes max, I'm picking up pizza on the way.
Pete : Alright, see ya

After thirty minutes, Patrick still wasn't there. Pete waited a little longer, thinking he was just late because of traffic, before calling him.
Patrick didn't answer, so he sent a text message.

"Where are you man, you're always late. What's going on this time?"

He waited for an answer, but ten minutes passed and he still didn't respond.

"Ok, I'm starting to get worried, where are you?"

Again, no answer. Pete started to think that the worse happened to Patrick. Maybe he had a car crash on the way.
He ran a hand through his hair and decided to go to Patrick's apartment.

He was walking down the corridor that led to Patrick's apartment.
When he reached the door, he saw Patrick's fedora on the ground and his key still in the lock.
He rubbed his neck, a worried look on his face, What happened here? He thought.