Immaculate Misconceptions Motionless In White

chapter 2 i am chris motionless

"So are we gonna be able to bail him out?" Ryan asked, the same amount of shock dripping in his voice that was read on the other member's faces.

Their tour manager pressed his lips together firmly, shaking his head, "They won't let us see him. Apparently the man he nearly 'choked to death'," The statement was dripping with sarcasm (everyone knew that Chris wouldn't have gone that far... nor would anyone let him), "is pressing charges. Instead of a holding cell, he's being transferred to a correctional cell until he stands trial." He played with the papers in his hands, "With assault and battery charges already seeming to be on his back, we might be looking at a mandatory 6 years."

"What's going to happen to the tour? To the band?" Ricky asked with concern.

He shrugged, "I can't say right now. Tour's going to have to hold until we hear from the precinct and then we're gonna have to see what we can do to get Chris back. For now, we're going to have to find him a decent lawyer."

"Decent? Chris would be eaten alive by the lawyers these religious dicks get these days. We need to get him a REAL lawyer." Angelo pointed out sternly.

"Oh yeah with what money? Tour funds? How are we even suppose to tour without our front man!" Josh didn't mean to come out so harsh... he just felt that this whole experience was unreal. The members of the band were family and to have Chris arrested right in front of him sent a pang in his chest.

The boys seemed to recoil already feeling the effects of missing their front man.

"I know you guys are upset..." The tour manager offered, "But don't start beating yourselves up about it. We'll figure something out and get Chris back here as soon as possible.. I promise." The manager would pause for a moment... "In the mean time... Give Kuza a call."

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Chris gasped loudly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the icy cold water gave him a rude awakening. Where was he?

He hissed at his first attempt to lift his head and study his surroundings, the movement made him throb as a stabbing pain flared at the base of his neck. He was remembering now... He's remembering why his wrist began to bleed, why his upper arms throbbed, why he couldn't seem to stand, why his eye was swollen, why his rib-cage was bruised, why his mouth tasted like copper, why he was so thirsty, why he was so hungry, and why he was fighting.

As Chris' vision began to focus he recognized the man who threw the water at him to be one of the dirty cops that brought him here, he carried a baton on his waist; the other man that was beginning to unlock his shackles... was new and younger than the rest. There was always more of them... As one arm fell free, Chris gritted his teeth at the amount of pain in the muscles of his shoulder but was thankful that it was released from it's painful position. When his other arm slumped at his side he fought to stay on his feet, his knees throbbed and he had to lean against the wall for support. As he pushed himself up against it, small shots of pain throbbed along his back. The two men grabbed for his bruised upper arms. Chris jerked himself away from them, his elbow made contact with the new young man's face causing him to stumble back and hold his nose in pain.

"ARG!" Chris collapsed to the floor, the sound of the blow he received on his back echoed throughout the room. He gasped for breath as he laid on the ground. His collision made his ribs throb and his chest sting, his heart felt like it was cramping. He would imagine that would be how it felt to have a heart attack... He'd much prefer to have a heart attack right now.

When Chris was slow to pick himself up the two men (one bloody nosed) grabbed him by his upper arms and began to drag him to another part of the room, his knees dragged along the ground ripping holes into his jeans and causing his knees to bleed. They dumped him under the same spot he was before, the ground stained with evidence from the previous night. They tore his jacket off his body and tossed it somewhere. Chris didn't hear it fall anywhere so he presumed 2 men became 3. He could hear his heart beat as the room seemed to go silent. He moaned as he rolled onto his side, grunting as his body throbbed again. He had no doubt he had broken bones, possibly hairline fractures. He pushed himself up as much as he could, lifting his head to look around.