Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 12

Jake didn't think he'd die like this. Going from a lengthy chat about tour life, to literally bleeding out on the floor... to say the least it was unexpected. He never really thought about dying because he had a lot to live for. The pain seems almost nonexistent at this point as he locks eyes with Kenneth. It's so weird, he thinks, dying by the hands of your best friend. There was no feeling of anger or betrayal. It's all confusion as everything seems to go by fast. The light of the room dims, and the setting changes.

It's darkness and silence until the sound of voices surround him. The room is a dim blue, and it's the atmosphere that seems cold over the actual temperature. It doesn't make sense, but there's no way else to describe it. He feels light yet heavy at the same time. It's peaceful, but the motion around him is unnerving. A bright light is cast down the room as everyone begins to gravitate towards it. Jake follows the crowd without hesitation. They walk out and presented in front of them are figures with sharp horns and glowing eyes. Jake doesn't feel scared or startled at all. Everyone is separated and lead down various hallways, but something happens...

An echo of screaming and clashing reverberates off the walls from down one of the hallways.

A loud voice says, "Jake Sinclair!"

Jake immediately responds, "What, hello?"

A being with glowing red eyes and black horns emerges from the hallway. In the same amount of time, other individuals with similar features try to attack him. Jake steps out of place and doesn't know what to do. He takes a second to really process the setting, and he thinks that this must be hell. These must be... demons?

Rough hands clench down on his shoulders and the voice says, "We're here to take you."

"Take me where?" Jake says.

"Explanations will come later." One demon finishes.

They rush down the hallway, and Jake can't believe how fast he's going. It not even his feet carrying him, because half the time he didn't have the chance to touch the ground. The lock these demons had on his limbs didn't create much pain, and the now-demon feels even more perplexed. Time seems slow even in the midst of a rush. There's more wailing and weapons clashing in the distance. He wonders if hell is always like this.

The pacing becomes slow as Jake's feet finally manage to ease against the cold floor. They all make their way down a lengthy hallway until the room opens up. There's a red eyed demon sitting on a... throne?

An immediate, "Leave us." is emitted from the demon's lips.

Jake watches as the other demons leave the room.

"Jake Sinclair... come forward." The being says.

Jake isn't sure how to feel, being placed in such a bizarre position, but he walks forward. His eyes fall to the individual beside the red eyed demon and... Kenny? Before he can say anything, his feet fall close to the red eyed demon. The being sticks out a hand and Jake notices the sharp, black nails. He takes a moment before shaking his hand. So cold.

He says, "What's going on?" He looks to his best friend, "You- you killed me."

"Jake Sinclair," The red eyed demon starts, "You're a very important individual."

He recollects what Kenny had told him moments before he got stabbed. He says, "Is this, the uh, thing about Brendon?"

"Brendon Urie, yes. He is the chosen individual who will lead the battle against human civilization. You found him, noted along with Harris. Both of you will serve special purposes for me and for the future."

Jake is very confused, and a little shocked. He would definitely need some time to process this.

"Welcome to hell." Kenny says to him.