Devil's Night

Awakened

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Chris POV

"Rick!... Ricky?" I asked in a strict but friendly tone.

But there was no answer. 

"Rick!... It's time to set up and play." I called out louder.

There was only silence in response and I was already scared.

I began to fear for the worst. Ricky wouldn't do this, he's always on time if not early. This was very out of character for him and I would know, we've been friends since the beginning. I walked outside, closing the door behind me to see if Ricky was there. However when I looked, all I found was his beanie and phone with a broken screen resting on the pavement.

"Oh dear God! No!" I tried to stay discreet, trying to show no sign of suspicion incase I was being watched but inside I was terrified. Crouching down to my knee, I collected Ricky's stuff. I knew I needed to tell the rest of the band and get to the police immediately to start a search. He couldn't have gotten far. I stood back up, begging to head back for the door of the concert hall.

An obnoxious "Bang!" went off and I fell to the ground, covering my ears as they rang. I protected my head to avoid the shots. But when I placed my hand near my neck to save myself, there was a small capsule with a needle attached to it, deeply embedded in my flesh. I didn't even feel it go in. I lept to my feet, panicking and pulled it out to begin to running for the door. Grabbing the handle, I tried to budge it open but it wouldn't turn.

"Shit! It's stuck!" I began to hammer at the door to get someone to hear me on the other side but I eventually fell on the steps, blacking out seconds later.

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I awoke from a large jolt as I shifted and nearly fell over. I could only assume that we were in a vehicle of some sort, possibly on a rocky road. As moments passed I began to regain my consciousness. Hearing voices next to me but everything was still dark from a satin sack over my head.

I began to adjust my body for comfort only to feel a cold hand rest then pinch the side of my neck. I jerked away from the mild sting but also from the surprise. I wanted to lift my hands for defence but how could I? Thick plastic ties kept me from doing so and I was still numb in the legs. What the hell was going on?

A flash of light blinded me as the sack was lifted off of my head. Blinking a few times to readjust my vision, it was exactly what I thought it was. We were in a dirty old moving truck with the walls beginning to rust at the creases and oddly enough smelled like rotting meat.

A tinted dim yellow light coming from a single light bulb from where I could only assume to be the side where the drivers were. Though there was a window on my side I was rested against, it would be impossible to see out of it. It was tinted to be onesided and too high up for me to see out of in my current position.

By now I could see clearly and I learned that I wasn't alone back here. There in the corner near the hatch of the door was one of the men who ambushed me and had the sack hanging out of his pocket. I ignored him and kept getting myself familiar with my current state. I looked across from where I was sitting to feel relieved but also horrified to see my friend passed out. His body was slumped over as if he was dead and his long raven hair covering his face. From what I could see there were no marks on him indicating a violent capture but I then agian, I had no clue what happened to him. 

"Ricky!" I called out in a harsh whisper, wanting to believe that he was awake.

He must have been drugged with something stronger or different from me because he should have gotten up before I did. Too far away from each other to nudge him and very afraid to move out of my spot. I didn't want to get hurt by the man in the corner watching me. I would just have to be patient and wait. I let out a sigh and leaned back to the wall, trying to collect myself.

I sat there looking down at my lap for what must have been an hour or so. Desperate to recall everything that has happened before. Many parts of the puzzle were still too fuzzy and a challenge to connect the events. Was anyone looking for us? Did anyone know we were even gone? My mind was spinning and I was feeling sick to my stomach, like I was going to vomit.

My thinking was interrupted by a small and weak groan, echoing through the space. I looked up to notice that Ricky was starting to come back. Oh thank God! I mumbled to myself. In a noisy whisper, I called out to him every few seconds, trying not be heard by drivers up front.

"Rick! It's me. Ricky!"

It took a while for him to hear me but I could tell that he was fully here only after a few minutes. What was odd though was that he just stared at me, petrified. His icy blue eyes stone cold and blankly gazing into space.

"Where are we? Who took us?" I asked, hoping he would know though I hated to interrogate him just after waking up.

I looked into his glazed over eyes, waiting for an answer but he just looked up at the small light bulb and shook his head ever so slightly. Ricky's makeup was smudged and I could assume he cried at some point cause his eyeliner was dripped along his cheeks. What did they do to him? What did he see? I needed answers but then again, would he even know?