How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 26 - Andy Hurley, remember?

"Y/N, RUN!" Isaac's voice resonated in the corridor of the Blue Birds' headquarters, coming from a room with old recording machines sitting on a desk. Ben was walking down the corridor and stopped in his tracks when he heard his friend's voice. He walked to the room and peeked his head inside to see Joe sitting at the desk and fumbling with the buttons on one of the old machines.
"What was that?" The tall man inquired.
"Isaac," Joe replied, "Something's going on. I don't know what."
Ben came closer to him and leaned on the back of the chair and corner of the table, looking at what Joe was doing over his shoulder.

"Joe..." Isaac whispered.
"Turn the sound up," Ben told his friend.
"Joe, I know you hear me. We...We got kidnapped by them. We're in a black van, still in Chicago..."
"Who are you talking to?" A deep voice cut him short.
"N-Nobody."
"Then stop talking to yourself or I'll punch you in the face until you die."
"Where are we going?" A feminine voice added itself to the conversation. The voice belonged to you.
"Twin Skeleton's," The voice, that Joe and Ben assumed was one of the guard's, replied sternly.
Joe put his hand over the mic sitting in front of him and turned to Ben, telling him, "Take the car and drive in the city to go to New York. I'll try to find his position and I'll tell you."
Ben nodded his head and started walking toward the door.
"Oh and..." Joe spoke up before Ben could leave. "...take Dave with you."
The drummer nodded his head again and walked out of the room.
Joe leaned over the mic and said, "Don't worry Isaac. We're coming for you."

*****

"Open the door," Joe whispered to Patrick as he was still lying on the mattress.
"I can't," Patrick replied just as loud as him.
"Well I can't either 'cause I'm pantless," He argued.
"What if it's one of the guard of the Syndicate?" Patrick inquired.
"I can hear you," The person that just banged on the door spoke up. The familiar voice was muffled. "I...I'm with them, but I promise you that I won't hurt you."
Patrick and Joe looked at each other in the eyes, confusion and fear behind them.
"Should we trust him?" Joe asked.
"Yes, you should," They replied.

Patrick walked to the door and put his hand on the door handle. He turned to look at Joe for approval, but he was shooting him a glare. "Don't," He mouthed. Patrick turned back to the door and looked at his feet a few seconds, thinking. He glanced back up and twisted the doorknob, opening the door. A guy with a ginger beard, just as tall as Patrick, stood in front of him, playing with ski masks in his hands.
Patrick tilted his head slightly to the side, opening his mouth just a little bit while his eyebrows knit together. "Do I...?"
"Yes, you know me," He cut him short, "Andy Hurley, remember?"
"Oh my god," Patrick muttered under his breath.
Andy entered the hotel room.
"Wait, wait, wait." Patrick grabbed Andy's arm. "You said you were with them. Why aren't you trying to kill us?"
"I've never really been with them. I actually didn't have a choice. And they were stupid enough to believe me when I said that 'I would help them silence the noise'," He replied, "I don't want to hurt you, okay? I just want to help you."
"Why?" Joe asked, now sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall.
"Because, just like you, I love music and want it back...and because they're fucking crazy and we need to stop them," He answered honestly.
"How did you know we were there?" Patrick questioned, starting to trust his old friends.
"Well, like I said, I'm with them. Someone called saying you were there, and Pete sent me there to get you."
"You're pretty fast." Patrick chuckled.
"I was in the area," He explained.
"So Pete's your boss?" Joe spoke up.
Andy nodded his head. "So you trust me now? We can go?"
Patrick glanced over at Joe. "Do you?"
The guitarist nodded his head in response. "I think we can trust him." Joe got out of the bed and took his pants off the ground, sliding them on. After they were all ready, they started walking out of the hotel room.

"Wait," Patrick blurted out, bringing Andy's attention to him, "I need to know what happened five years ago. With Y/N and you and Pete. What did they do to you?"
Andy looked at the ski masks in his hands. "You guys were unconscious, so they left you for dead in the burning warehouse. Pete and Y/N tried to escape, but they got caught." He sighed and added, "First, they erased Pete's and my memory and used Novocaine on us so we would cooperate. Then..." He averted his gaze to the side. "...they found out Y/N was pregnant." He met Patrick's gaze. "They couldn't keep her because of that. So they just...put her in that room to erase her memory and let her die there...like what they wanted to do to you when they found you again."
"That's why they left us there," Patrick murmured, looking into space.
"Yeah." Andy sighed. "The Novocaine they gave to her killed the baby."
Tears started to form in Patrick's eyes.
Guilt was now plastered on Andy's face. He walked closer to Patrick and placed a hand on his upper arm. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay." He sniffed. "Keep on."
"After a few years of being their little soldat, Novocaine got hold of Pete. He killed Courtney and took the control." He waited a moment before saying, "Now take these." He handed them the ski masks. "You'll need them later."
"What are we going to do?" Joe asked, a bit confused.
"Enter Twin Skeleton's," Andy replied and started walking away, Joe trailing behind him, limping.
Joe stopped in his track and turned around to see Patrick, still standing in the middle of the corridor and looking into space, "You're okay?"
Patrick glanced up at his friend, a yellow ring around his pupils. "Let's kill these bastards."