Young Blood Spy

Logic Out The Window

Astrix P.O.V

I woke up again in a completely different room. Seriously Astrix, you really need to stop being knocked out. I found myself in a creepy room, attached to a variety of creaky old machines, bound to a wooden chair by leather straps. Well this is annoying, to say the least. I took in my surroundings, but what I saw looked like the death of music. Dark blood red paint covered the walls, an unmoving disco ball hung suspended from the ceiling and the floor was decorated with chequered 80's style disco lights. 

The machine I was attached to read on it in big yellow letters "WARNING! ELECTRICALLY UNSTABLE." I'm pretty sure that I didn't want to find out want would happen if I moved about too much. As I sat there, women, similar looking to my captors, walked in through the door. They walked over to me, intimidatingly, only to grab at my chin and shake it. They hit the machine I was hooked up to before beginning to dance wildly on the dance floor to music.

But it wasn't normal music, it had the sounds of a scratchy record player, high pitched techno, alien synth. It was horrible and yet somewhat hypnotic, like it would put a person under a musical spell. However I wasn't going to fall for whatever trick they had in mind to get me to submit to them. 

So I kept my eyes fully awake and focused on the sound of my breaths. The ladies had wide grins on their faces, almost trying to entice me to come up and join them on the dance floor. I couldn't, obviously. Whatever the future held; it was dark, dangerous and deadly

Pete P.O.V

I woke up and a room, surrounded by mannequins with cameras hanging around their necks. It was the paparazzi from hell. A lady, similarly dressed to the people who served us food and drugs. In one hand she also had a camera but in the other hand she bared a hook. She started to torment me with the hook and then taking photos of my terror and struggling in the straightjacket afterwards.

Then an idea occurred to me. I smiled her, implying that I was interested in her. She jumped on top of me and we started to make out, and in the process she unhooked my straightjacket. She stood back, ready for more. However I had other ideas. I pushed her to the ground and grabbed the hook off her. Then I did something crazy, I brought the hook down on top of her.

Blood splattered all over my face, but I had no time to clean it fully now. I grabbed my jacket and exited the room into a long corridor. I hoped that I would find Andy, Joe and especially Patrick, along with the so called briefcase before escaping from this hell hole.

Astrix P.O.V

The women were still dancing around when suddenly a siren went off, drowning out the music. All the lights turned a dark, flashing red. A man with dark hair zoomed past the room. Wait, was that Pete Wentz? It didn't matter because he was gone with a flash and the ladies in my room sprinted after him.

I was too surprised about the whole Pete Wentz thing, that I didn't realise when the women had ran past, they had properly knocked against the unstable electric machine. Then it all occurred in slow motion. Electricity cracked on the machine, up the wires and into my very veins. It was the most excruciating thing I had ever experienced. It went on for what felt like an eternity. Then my vision truly went black.