Devil's Night

Ambushed

Ricky's POV

 "Hey! Let me go!" I screamed as full mouthed as I could hoping someone inside would hear me but it was no use. I knew that inside they were testing the speakers and their instruments. There would be no way of my cries for help being heard by anybody inside.

Two strapping men with a physique like pro wrestlers took ahold of my shoulders and wrists, forcing my smaller body to the wall. Their grip on me was so strong that it caused me to drop my phone, letting the screen break into a spider web pattern. I let out a high pitched yelp from the pain as they held me to the brick all along the back side of the venue. Straining my neck to look behind me, I saw my captures were both wearing identical white masks and all black making them completely unidentifiable. As much as I tried to get free from their firm grasp, I knew that there was no way. They were probably double my size and triple my strength, if not more so. I was a mere weakling compared to them and I was no match.

"Shhh!" One of the men behind me hushed while harshly grabbing my hair. One of them held me by the forearms and wrists and began to carry my limb up along my back to the opposite shoulder. I protested against their hold but it just made everything worse.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Stop!" I howled and thrashed in agony. But they didn't listen. Repeating the same action to the other side of me and laughing maniacally at my suffering, crying out again.

"Ahhh! Please! Stop! Stop!" I wailed as I could feel tears well up in my eyes.  

They did this many times in a row and once they were done, one of them kept a restraint on me with their fingers wrapped around my neck. I winced as soon as their cold gloved hand touched me. I tried to think of a way I could squirm myself out of this but the position I was put in offered no options with a sliver of success. The other man behind me pulled out a white plastic bottle containing a liquid of some sort and a white cloth that was folded up into a neat square.

"What the hell do you want?" I demanded an explanation in a whimpering tone. Only after seconds of asking, I was being smothered with the chemical smelling soaked cloth.

"Hmmm! Hmmm!" I panicked and began to riot, adrenaline coursing through my veins in my last attempt to escape. But it made everything even worse for me. I began to feel myself losing contagiousness. Fading in and out like flickering lights in a shitty hotel. I could only feel half as much, my senses were going one by one. My legs gave out, my mussels went numb and my entire body became weak. I collapsed onto the cement under me and only minutes passed of struggling and I was met with nothing but darkness.

Third person Ricky's POV

Dragging Ricky off to the truck parked on the road, they bound his wrists together behind his back with thick zip ties and tossed in the storage unit of the vehicle. One of the men got in and set up his lifeless body up against the wall.

However, the task wasn't over yet. Ricky was only the bait and it would only be a matter of time until one of the other band members realized he was missing and would come out looking for him. Rem wouldn't be satisfied with just one victim to work on.