“Hello?” Christofer called cautiously. The pounding and screaming stopped. “Who’s there?” a frightened voice called. “NeverShoutNever!” Chris called. It was silent for a moment. “Where are you? I can’t see anything,” the voice said back.
“Hold on I’ll come get you,” Chris said. He grabbed the lantern and gave me a reassuring hug before crawling down the tunnel with it.
“No way! They kidnapped you?” I heard Chris saying. Jordan held me closer as someone came down the tunnel with Christofer. My mouth fell open.
Alex Gaskarth!
He looked horribly frightened and shocked when he saw all of us. “This has to be a joke. Are we on Punk’d?” he asked. “If we were she wouldn’t be here,” Max said, jerking his head at me.
Alex looked at me and then back at Max. “Um who is she?” “She has ears,” I said in annoyance. “And she is the daughter of the bastard who kidnapped you.” Alex’s mouth fell open. “Shit! Seriously?” I nodded.
He looked around at everybody and dropped his head into his hands. “This is awful,” he moaned. Christofer pat him on the back and smiled. “It’s not so bad. Just don’t get on Max’s bad side.” Max snorted. “Why?” Alex asked. Andy and Bill flinched. “The pain,” Bill moaned.
Christofer whispered in Alex’s ear. “OUCH!” Alex said, his eyes widening. Max snickered. “And don’t get on Sam’s bad side unless you want toilet water on your face and a toothbrush up your nose,” Nixon joked.
“I’m Sam by the way,” I said to the confused looking Alex. “Oh hi Sam,” he said. “Hi Alex,” I said. I laid back on Jordan. “So what is it? Every two weeks or so they kidnap a new band guy?” “Three weeks in my case,” Nixon said.
***Nixon’s POV***
Oh yes, I can remember that day.
“I’m going to go buy some milk guys,” I called. “Okay!” they called back. I grabbed a little money and took off on foot to go pick up some milk.
It was a cool night out. I shivered a little and sighed. I probably should’ve brought a jacket or something.
There was almost no one around and I could see the store. “Kenneth Nixon?” It was a man with short blond hair and a tattoo on his neck. “Yes sir?” I asked with a polite smile.
I loved all our fans whether they were younger or older. “May I have your autograph?” he asked eagerly. “Sure!” I said happily. He handed me a notebook an da pen.
I clicked the pen. “What’s your name?” “Oh that won’t be necessary,” the man said. I gave him a curious look.
My head burst into pain and I blacked out.
When I woke up, it was dark. Something was over my mouth and my hands and feet were stuck. It was so dark. I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or not. I began to thrash about as hyperventilation started.
I could hear a bag crunching. I was in a bag?! “Shut the hell up!” someone commanded and smacked me.
It had been shaking before and suddenly the shaking stopped. A door opened and then I was being carried. I tried to scream but nothing came out.
Kidnapped!
I was being kidnapped!
“This one woke up. At least the other one stayed knocked out until we got him locked up,” a man grunted. There was a lot of moving and the sound of a door swinging open.
The bag was ripped from my head and the light shocked me. They pulled me out and undid my hands and feet before throwing me through a door.
The guy with the blond hair ripped tape off my mouth after explaining what was going on. He slammed the door and I pounded on it in fear.
“LET ME OUT!” I screamed in fear. “Who’s there?” The voice was more frightened than mine!
My heart rate sped up. “Kenneth Nixon,” I said, my voice shaky. There was a light and then I was being led down the tunnel.
“I’m Andy.” I stared at Andy. His voice was rough. He explained what was going on to me.
I had nightmares about it sometimes.
