Ice Nine Kills Oneshots

Straightjackets and Steel

*Spencer's POV*

We were playing at one of our biggest shows of the year and I was excited but sadly there were a few complications. The cops were on my trail. I screwed up one time, and just one piece of evidence is all it takes to put me behind bars. That one time I touched the body without gloves and I could ruin everything I've worked my whole life for. My band, my friends, my dreams. But I wasn't going to let that ruin one of our best gigs yet.

I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath as I pulled on my shirt and my Freddy Krueger glove. I checked the time and realized we were about to play.

I ran out on stage and looked around at the huge crowd of the festival. The lights went out and I started to sing.

"Encalculated silence, captivated by the violence I replay, fifteen years ago today. Oh an evil evolution will bring a feeble institution to it's knees. Oh Doctor can't you see?"

The lights came on and I smirked as I heard heavy footsteps and shouting.

"That when the hands of fate fall on the midnight hour, behind this mask of hate I don the Devil's power."

I heard the crowd gasp as a swat team surrounded me, guns aimed and ready to shoot.

"Spencer Charnas, put your hands in the air!" I heard a man shout.

I grinned. I started to laugh maniacally.

"How stupid are you? You thought I'd make it that easy?"

I slowly backed towards the edge of the stage before stagediving into the crowd. I heard guns fire and people started to scream before I was dropped down on the ground. I took my hat off and put my head down and speedwalked over to an exit.

"Sh*t." I mumbled. Just my luck. The one exit surrounded by cops. A bunch of cops surrounded me with guns pointed straight at me. I looked disheveled with my hair ruffled up messily. I looked up at one of the officers and smirked as he jumped a bit when our eyes met, the red contacts disturbing him. I raised my hands in the air the metal blades on my glove clinking together. A cop cautiously approached. The poor soul ended up with the blade on my middle finger straight through his lower abdomen.

I grinned at the cops in front of me that were frozen in shock. "Well if that's not a good way to tell someone 'F*ck you' then I don't know what is."

I rolled my eyes. "Well you guys aren't any fun so I'll do you a favor and take this off for you." I pulled the glove off and tossed it away from me. They remained frozen, still shaken from the death of their coworker. "Well? Are we gonna get this through with or what I told the voices in my head I'd have a chat with them and I'm almost running late." I said sarcastically and chuckled. Just then I felt a sharp pain in my side and everything faded to black.

I woke up a few hours later and tried to stretch my arms to find I was in a strait jacket. I'm not surprised and holy crap this is more comfortable than I expected. I shrugged. I could get used to this and who says I can't have fun with my messiest hobbies in prison. I don't even have to chase them, they're handed right to me! A bit boring but still enough to satisfy. A knife never hurt anyone right? I closed my eyes as a smile spread across my face.