Emo Band Imagines

Kidnapped ~ A.H.

"Whoops." You shrugged as you stabbed the bartender with a small, yet very sharp knife.

It was the knife you were always using to kill your victims. Hell, you've been using that thing since your first murder. And that was 5 years ago.

It's actually kind of weird that the police haven't found you yet. Either they're too dumb or have given up.

You stabbed the bartender again to make sure he's dead. You slowly stood up and looked around the bar.

At least 50 dead people. Not too bad. You skipped around, with the knife full of the blood of your victims in your mouth, and jumped over the dead bodies. Before you opened the door, you looked back again and a evil smirk started to form on your face. Soon you began laughing histerically but put on a straight face after a minute.

You pushed the door and ran towards your car, which was 5 minutes away from the bar, for some stupid reason. As you were running, a large, tattoed hand covered  your mouth and an arm your waist.

You put your two hand over the hand over your mouth and tried to rip it off. But it didn't work. So you started to kick around and scream.

This was so weird, usually you were the one laughing while your victims screamed, but now it's a man laughing while you're struggling in his grip.

The unknown man pulled you towards a white van, got to the door, opened it and practically threw you inside.

Before you were able to open the door and ran away, he got to the drivers seat.

It was a ginger haired guy, with a lot of tattoos. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You screamed. The man didn't do anything, just started driving. "You have no idea who you're messing with. I could kill you right now!" You yelled.

The man giggled. "I could do the same, but we don't want that, do we?" He responded. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked confused at him. After a minute or two, you finally regonized him.

"Aren't you this Andy Curley dude?"

He huffed and looked to you for a second. "Andy Hurley. And you are Y/n L/n."

"I know who I am." You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. "Why did you take me?"

"Because." He cleared his throat before continuing. "You're a serial killer, so am I. You're really good at this, so am I. So I thought: Hey why not work together?"

You finally understood the situation and nodded. You began laughing.

"Sweet... Who are we going to take down first?"