Noose // Joshler

Don't Be Afraid, We Are Going Home

Tyler's POV

Thunk.. Thunk.. Thunk..

Footsteps. Footsteps?

My eyes to shudder open as the door to my cell slowly swung open. Suddenly, two bodies were thrown into the cell, one almost hitting me. The door was slammed closed and locked. A low groan comes from one of the bodies. 

I quickly crawl between the bodies, well as fast as I could without nearly dying from pain, sorry to soon? 

The quieter of the two bodies, starts to sit up. I help them sit, well try too before my hand was smacked away. 

"Fuck off," A very familiar, pissed off sounding guy grumbled. 

"Holy shit!" I exclaim recognizing the voice. "Fuck."

"Tyler, is that you?" The other person said.

"Frank? Gerard? Is that you?" I ask.

"Yes," They said in unison. 

My eyes well up with tears because it's been so long sense I've seen them and because I know I've brought them into this mess. I grab onto both of them and hug them tightly. They hug back. 

"Shit, guys, I'm so sorry I've brought into this bullshit," I say. 

"It's okay, Ty," Gerard responds. 

I see the dark figure of Frank nodding, forgiving me. 

Three Days Later (Imagine that in the spongebob voice thing oof)  

 It's hard to tell how long it's been because it's always dark in the room but I assume sometime in morning they come in here and do things to us. I don't want to talk about what happens but it dehumanizes us. 

We haven't been fed in days and this morning most of the people in room had no masks on.

"Guys, I read in an article once that if your captor stops feeding you and stops caring about identity they are planning to kill you," Frank informs us. "Or if you are kept with others, like we are now, and they begin to release the others and take no interest in you they are going to kill you."

Two Days Later (Sorry I'm moving this so fast)  

They came again this morning but they left with Frank. I prayed they would release him but about ten minutes after they brought him away we hear gunshots. 

Gerard is think of the worst and has been crying for hours. I have barley been holding onto hope thinking maybe just maybe he survived but ever hour my hope is fading. 

Maybe if he did escape he'll find Josh, I told them both about him two days away when Frank was talking about being killed or escaping. Well, I didn't tell them he is a werewolf, oops. 

Three Days Later (Still moving fast oops)

Gerard is still crying very often and I've just about lost hope until today. I assume it's night time because it was quiet for hours but while Gee was quietly sobbing, I heard glass smash and yelling.

"Shut up, Gee," I hiss at him. He quiets down quickly and we both listen. 

More shouting. Running. Gunshots. Screaming. Silence. Running. Footsteps.