Hey Youngblood

Chapter 15- You Don't Believe In God I Don't Believe In Luck

Pete's POV

As I regained consciousness, I realized that I was no longer with the band, or even in the same room for that matter, and was tied up in a chair with a straightjacket holding me in place. I was in what I thought was a hallway covered with a bright red carpet. Looking around, I saw that there were mannequins placed all around me. I struggled against the restraints for a good few minutes, but it was no use.

Suddenly, the hall became filled with screams of pain. I jumped backwards in my seat. I knew those two voices, Jasey and Andy. They must have been tortured for escaping. A door slammed open and shut close to me. One of the women I guess from the party walked in. Briefly analyzing her, I noticed that one of her hands was replaced with a hook. She was holding a fairly large camera in her real hand. "Hello Mr. Wentz." She grinned maliciously at me. I said nothing.

"Awwww Pete." She pouted. "You know this game isn't going to work, right?" She climbed on top of me. "Mind a pic?" She pointed the camera at me. *flash*

I blinked rapidly, seeing dark spots everywhere. Normally, flashing cameras don't bother me. Whatever this one was, it was strong. She repeated this over and over again, taking different poses each time. Whatever the hell was going on, it was weird.

I spoke too soon. She began climbing on top of me and getting really into it. Then she tried to kiss me, hard. I have a girlfriend for crying out loud. I resisted, or at least tried to, but then I noticed that my straightjacket had somehow gotten looser.

'She must have broke the restraints while trying to make out.' I thought while subtlety checking how loose the jacket was. Then I tested my luck and tried taking the whole jacket off, which worked. I grabbed the woman and kneed her a couple times in the stomach. She reataliated, swinging her hook at me several times. I grabbed the hook and yanked it off her arm. Out of pure adreanline, I took a few swings back at her with the hook. I managed to nail he right in the temple, causing her to fall to the floor in a cold, dead heap. Just to make sure, and because I was on the biggest adrenaline high of my life, I hacked away at her lifeless body until I was covered in her blood.

I dropped the hook, my whole body shaking. I just killed someone. She may have kidnapped me, drugged me, and tried to get 'personal' with me, but I still killed her. One thought ran through my head, "Get out. Find the others." I ran out of that room as fast as I could.

Shortly after, the alarms blared through the whole building. There was someone chasing after me, but I was too focused on keeping ahead of whoever it was to look back. I looked around for somewhere to hide until I laid my eyes on a cracked open door. Quickly, I snuck in unnoticed. I leaned back against the door and let out a heavy sigh. There was no way I was going to get out of here alive and neither was the band. It was all my fault, I should have stuck to their demands and never have contacted Jasey. Now she was being tortured, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Hello?" I heard a voice call out. It was definitely a man, so I was probably safe.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Sean." The voice answered. "Who are you?"

"Pete." I replied.

"They got you too?" Sean asked.

"Yea." I answered. "Me and my friends."

"Was one of them really short and blonde?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed. He knew where Patrick is. "Where did they take him?"

"The chapel." Sean explained. "Could you do me a favor and get me out of this before you leave?" In the dim light, I saw that Sean was in a straightjacket like I was. Quickly, I undid the straps on his jacket and yanked it off. Sean stood up and stretched out his muscles, he was easily almost a foot taller than me. "Thanks Pete."

"No problem." I responded. "Where's the chapel?"

"That way, just keep going straight and you'll find it." Sean pointed in the direction I was just running. "Get your friend and get out of here. This place is a madhouse."

"Thanks. You should get out of here. Get help. Please" I said to Sean before sneaking back out into the hallway. Checking that there weren't any guards or people looking for me, I made a mad dash for where Patrick was being held.

The hallway had led me to a small chapel, just as Sean said. Inside, I saw Patrick firmly tied down to a chair at the end of the isle and wired up to all sorts of weird machines.

"Patrick!" I exclaimed, running up to him.

"Pete?" He looked up at me. "What are you doing here? Where are the others?"

"I don't know." I shook my head. "We got to get out of here though."

'Pete, you have to get out of here." Patrick said. "Forget me. Just get out of here and get help."

"No fucking way." I declined. "I'm not leaving without you."

"Pete! Get out of here!" Patrick exclaimed. Suddenly his body went rigid. The machines he was hooked up to came to life.

"Patrick!" I cried out. I could see the electricity coursing through him. He looked in so much pain. Then I heard the door behind us slam open. A sharp pain shot up my neck. Looking down, I saw there was a arrow in the side of my neck. Everything started to become blurry and my head felt like it was filled with cotton.

The room started to spin and then everything went dark.