How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 7 - We're The Fray

You were in the middle of your room, pacing back and forth while running a hand through your hair.
It's been an hour now, maybe two, since the girls took Patrick and the other person.
You didn't  know what happened.
You decided to go back to the cafeteria to see if they came back.

You went out on the corridor and walked past a guy waiting at a door.
You felt a hand grab your arm and turned back to see Andy.

"Y/N!" He said.
"Do you know where Patrick is?" You asked.
"No. Why? What happened?"
"We were in the cafeteria kind of room this morning..."
"The room with the tables?" He cut you off.
"Yes, and the girls...they came and took Patrick and some other guys with them. I think one of the other guys was Nicholas Petricca. I only recognized him because of his hair. It's been almost two hours and they still haven't come back."
"What you think they're doing with them?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"I-I don't know," You stammered, "I hate this place. It's so weird!"
"I don't like it either."

The door opened and Pete came out of the room.
His eyes widened as he saw you.

"You bitch!" He said, poking your chest with his finger.
"What?"
"You left Patrick for no reason."
"I didn't leave Patrick, I got kidnapped, just like you."
"Then what about those messages?"
"They forced me to write them. I wouldn't have left Patrick like that, I love him."
Pete sighed and looked down at his feet, biting his lip.
"Why did they do this to us, why are they kidnapping us?" Andy questioned.
"They want us to kill music, so they can control everyone or something like that." After a few seconds you added, "We should go to the cafeteria to see if they came back."
"If they came back?" Pete repeated as he looked up to meet your gaze.
You were about to answer when Andy spoke for you, "They took Patrick and some other guys this morning."

You walked down the corridor with Pete, Andy and Joe behind you. Joe's just joined you.
You arrived in the cafeteria and went in front of the door where Patrick was taken.
The guys sat at a table as you stayed in front of the door, your arms crossed over your chest.

"Looking at the door like that isn't going to make Patrick come back any sooner, you know," Joe said.
You looked over your shoulder and retorted sarcastically "Oh, really? I didn't know that!"
He looked at his hands on the table and smiled.

Suddenly the door of the cafeteria opened and the singers entered the room, followed by the girls.
You couldn't see Patrick.
Nicholas was in the back, holding his head in his hands like he's got a headache.
You walked towards him and put a hand on his upper arm.

"Are you okay?" You asked.
The tall guy met your gaze, "I think so."
"You were with Patrick right?"
"Yes."
"Where is he? What happened?"
"I don't know, I don't remember what happened."

****

Patrick was tied to a chair, he was unconscious with his head hanging low.
The room was illuminated by a red light and a grand piano was sitting in the middle of the room.
Four men were standing in front of Patrick.
There was a tall, bald guy in the middle. Another tall man - however smaller than the bald guy - with light blue eyes was at his left. Next to him was a guy much smaller than him. And at the right of the tallest of the four men was a guy with the skin a little darker than his friend and black hair.

"You...you think I killed him?" The black-haired man asked.
"No, he's still breathing," The small one responded.
The bald guy walked to the piano and sat in front of it, putting his hands on the keys.
"What are you doing?" The one with black hair questioned as he spinned to look at his friend.
"I'm going to wake him up." He answered.

He pressed a key and started to play a melody.
All of a sudden, Patrick opened his eyes and lifted his head up.
His eyes were a bright yellow and his breathing was fast.

"Why isn't he trying to attack us?" The smallest of the four guys inquired.
"It looks like he's fighting against the effects of the Novocaine," The black haired man said.
"I think he doesn't have a lot of it in his blood anymore." The blue-eyed guy commented.

The bald guy stopped playing and stood up to go over to Patrick.
Patrick's eyes became blue again and as he saw the tall guy walking towards him, his eyebrows furrowed together in fear.

"Hey, don't worry man, I'm not going to do anything to you." He reassured him as he undoed the ropes at Patrick's wrists.
"Then why did you kidnaped me?" He demanded to know, rubbing his wrists.
"We need your help."
"For what?"
"To stop the people that kidnapped you first. They did the same thing to me a few weeks ago but I managed to escape." He took something out of his pocket, "We need to be quick. Take this and we'll tell you what to do once you're back there." He gave the objects to Patrick, it was a headset and a mic.
"Wait wait wait, I-I didn't say that I was going to help you."
"And I didn't ask you, it's an order. You're going to help us."
Patrick sighed, "I don't even know who you are. I need explanation on what's happening. You said you've been kidnaped too."
"We're The Fray. I'm Isaac, this is Ben," He said as he pointed the blue-eyed guy, "The one with black hair is Joe and the smallest one is Dave." He marked the time before adding, "The thing they're using on you is called Novocaine, yeah I know it's the name of a drug used in hospitals, but it doesn't have the same effect. They gave it this name so people won't question its existence. Hmm, what else?" He questioned himself. "I think that's enough for now, we don't have time for anything else."

He took Patrick by the arm and made him stand up.
He put the headset on Patrick, as well as the mic.
"Ready?" Isaac asked.
"I guess," Patrick shrugged.
"Okay." He placed a blindfold over Patrick's eyes and tied his wrists together, turning to Ben.
Ben gave him a syringe.
"This is gonna hurt a little bit." Isaac warned.
"What?" Patrick inquired just before Isaac inserted the needle of the syringe into his neck and held him as he fell.

****

You and the guys were sitting at a table, wondering where Patrick was.
You heard girls talking from behind the door.
"He was in front of the door, outside."
"What? How did he come back here on his own?"
"I don't know. He's drugged, he had a blindfold on, and his wrists were tied. I think someone brought him here."
"Alright. Take him to his room."

The door opened and Patrick entered with a girl.
His hair was messed up and his eyes were closed.
He couldn't really walk and the girl was almost carrying him.
He opened his eyes as they walked next to you.
He met your gaze and mumbled in a quiet tone, "Y/N."