The Phoenix {Book Three of Hey Youngblood Chronicles}

The Phoenix

Hello readers,

Welcome to book three of the Hey Youngblood series. I highly recommend reading both 'Hey Youngblood' and 'Wearing Vintage Misery' before reading this book or else it will give away major spoilers and not make a lot of sense.

Without any further notes, here is the third installment of the Hey Youngblood series; "The Phoenix'.

Enjoy!

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All I knew was that I was falling. I couldn't see anything except for myself. There was no sense of time wherever I was, just me endlessly falling into the darkness.

I couldn't remember much of the events leading up to where I am, just a bunch of faces I didn't recognize. They all had the same worried and terrified expression on their face. I could remember the pain though. My bones felt like they were on fire and someone had pressed a red hot iron rod to my skin.

I could hear voices calling someone's name, "Jasey. Jasey, can you hear me? Jasey please wake up." The voice begged. It was so familiar, yet I couldn't put a name or a face to the voice.

I tried to yell, to call for help, to make any kind of noise. "Help! Help me! Please!" I tried to cry out. I couldn't make a single sound, no matter how hard I tried.

But suddenly, I remembered everything. It was like someone turned on a light switch in my head. I remembered who I am and what happened to me.

My name is Jasey Camille Riddell, I'm 25 years old, and I play bass for the band Fall Out Boy. I remember that I was kidnapped along with my band mates Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley, and Joe Trohman, and the band's former bassist Pete Wentz. We were all kidnapped by Courtney Love and her Cult hell bent on the destruction of Rock and Roll. They tortured and hurt us only because we were musicians, or at least I believed that's why they did it. Those monsters went to the extent of using dark magic to summon a demon to possess Patrick. The demon tore us all apart, even claiming the lives of one of our own; Joe.

I managed to escape the hospital where we were being held captive, but only to return a mere three weeks later to break out Pete and Andy. I was sent to Death Valley, where I was reunited with Joe who was made my Guardian Angel. I was given a notebook from my Great Grandfather which contained a spell that could save Patrick. The spell worked and cast the demon out of him, but before I could destroy it for good, I was attacked. That was all I remembered.

I looked around, but could only see darkness. I could hear Patrick calling out to me, begging me to wake up. "Please Jasey, wake up."

"Patrick!" I tried to call out as I kept falling. "Patrick, I'm here! Help me!" I couldn't make a sound. It was as if my vocal cords were silenced.

Suddenly, I landed on cold hard ground. Lights flashed all around me. Looking down at myself, I was in the same clothes I wore the last time I took the stage; A pair of bright red jeans, a black and white flannel shirt, and my Youngbloods jacket. I had my favorite black bass, Luke, in my hands.

I looked around and saw that I was in a large auditorium. The hot white lights glared down on me. I shielded my eyes and looked out into the crowd. It was completely packed with high schoolers. Now normally, I'd be fine with this audience. I mean over half our fans are in high school, but this was something different altogether. The audience was filled with people I went to high school with. There was Caitlyn Shay, Thomas McClean, Alex Hawthorne, Monica Andrews, and even my ex, Luke Kiddley. They all looked the same way they did back in high school. I heard whispers from them, "Is that Jasey Riddell?" "What happened to her?" "She looks like a freak." The whispers and rumors only grew louder.

The lights kept beating down on me. I started to get really hot, so I stripped my jacket off and tied it around my waist, revealing the colorful sleeve of tattoos on my right arm. I heard several gasps in the audience. "What?" I asked, realizing my voice was back. "Haven't you ever seen someone with tattoos before?" The auditorium went back to its deadly silence. Everyone just sat there, staring.

'Just play' I thought to myself. 'This is all a just a dream.' I took a deep breath and began playing the intro to 'Where Did The Party Go' thinking it would be fitting since everyone was just sitting there staring at me.

A microphone appeared in front of me, but before I could get to it and sing, a searing pain shot through my side. I dropped my bass and let out a cry of pain. The whole auditorium rose out of their seats.

My skin felt like it was on fire. I looked down and couldn't believe what I was seeing. My tattoos were beginning to disappear, fading away from my skin. First my guns faded, then the rose, then the guitar, then my heart, and finally my Phoenix faded away.

"Whats happening to me?" I gasped.

"You must forget." The audience chanted. "You must forget."

I shook my head. "Forget what?"

"You must forget." They all repeated. The whole room began to spin. My vision began cutting in and out. I blinked for only a moment and then I was surrounded by people. I couldn't see their faces though.

"Help." I pleaded. "Please." They said nothing, they just stood there, staring at me.

I was consumed into the darkness yet again, with a voice now mocking me in my head. "You must forget. You must forget."

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This is just an intro for now. Chapter 1 coming soon!