PURITY

𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧

(Joey's point of view)

My eyes go wide with fear as the door to the van swings open knocking me over.

I was hoping that maybe whoever's inside would just roll down the window.
I wasn't really expecting them to get out.

I frantically crawl backwards as a leg steps out of the van and onto the road.

I look behind me as I try and scramble to my feet.

Suddenly someone's boot pins me down to the floor.

"Hello Joey," A voice cackles as they peer down at me.

I look up and I gasp as I realize that it's the same man that came into the gas station the other day and bought a bunch of snacks.

I struggle against his boot as he pins me down.

"What do you want from me!" I yell at him.

The man just chuckles.
He pulls something out from behind him and I realize it's a bat.

"No," I panicked as I try to push him off of me.

He laughs darkly.

"Good night Joey," the man smiles as he swings the bat at me.

I feel it hit my head hard before everything goes black.

(Shawn's point of view)

I chuckle to myself. I wasn't planning on kidnapping Joey for a couple of weeks but he just made my life so much easier.

"What was he thinking? Why would he ever walk up to a white van that's been following him around," I snicker to myself.

I grab him by the leg and swing him over my shoulder.

I grab my car keys and unlock the back of my van.
I look around before opening both doors and putting Joey's unconscious body in the back of my van.

I buckle him in, that way he doesn't slide around when I drive.

I close the doors and lock the back.

My hand flies up to my hat and dusts it off as I hop into the front of my van.
I start the engine and speed off down the road.

Joey was so bold to walk up to my van. He seemed really upset.
People do stupid things when they're filled with emotion.

I turn down the road and up the driveway of our house. The sky is pitch black and the stars twinkle.

Our house is completely secluded by trees and there aren't any houses around for a couple miles.

I pull into the garage and turn off the engine.

I close the door to the garage and walk inside the house.

"Guys," I say as I walk into the living room.

All of the guys are sitting and watching a movie.
They turn and look at me as I rub my neck nervously.

"This can't be good," Jim mutters.

I smirk.

"I have Joey. He's in the van," I say.

Most of the guys eyes go wide except for Chris, he just smiles.

"I'm going to put him in the basement," I tell them.

"You're going to hide a body in the basement!" Jim yells.

Mick starts laughing and the guys look at him.

"He's not dead. He's just unconscious," I state as I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh gosh. What did you do?" Jim questions.

"I hit him with my bat," I shrug as I take off my jacket and set it down on a chair.

I see Corey smirk as he takes a sip of his beer.

"But! But how did you even get the opportunity?" Jim asks.

"He walked straight up to my van," I chuckle.

"Seriously!" Corey exclaims as he almost spits out his drink.

"Yeah. He just started pounding on the window so I got out of the car," I shrug.

"This dude is stupid," Chris laughs as he holds his stomach.
Mick laughs with him and I chuckle.

"Chris do you want to help me get him situated?" I ask him.

Chris nods and jumps up.

We both walk out to my van and unload Joey from the back.

"He's gonna need some ice for that bruise," Chris says as he looks at the dark purple mark on his forehead.

"I didn't think I hit him that hard," I gasp as I look at it.

Chris smirks, "did you hit him like he was a keg?"

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

We carry him down the stairs to the basement.

When we get inside the room that I've been preparing for him I grab a wooden chair and some rope.

"This is one strange ass way to get a drummer," Chris chuckles as he sets him down in the chair.

I shrug as I tie up his legs.

"If he can make it through this then he will be the most perfect and compatible drummer for our band," I explain as I tie his arms to the back legs of the chair.

I turn a small lamp on and turn the rest of the lights out.

Chris smirks at me as he walks back upstairs.

I stare at Joey's sleeping form.

He looks so peaceful. His features glow in the light.
His makeup is slightly smudged but it adds to his mysterious look.

I touch his long hair and smile to myself.
It's just as soft as I imagined it to be.

I touch Joey's pale skin. He always looks very corpse-like when he wears this makeup.

I wonder who he was all dolled up for?

I remove a strand of his hair and observe it. Everything about this man is fascinating. I really, really hope he will be the perfect drummer.

I put the strand of hair into a small jar and walk into my mask room that I have other specimens in. I place the jar on a shelf and grab a sharpie. I write Joey's name on the jar and smile.
I'm so happy he's finally mine.

I close the door and walk back into the main room that Joey's in. His eyes flutter open and he looks around.

"Crap," he grumbles.

He sees me and he tries to move away.

I sigh as I watch him struggle.

"I'll see you in the morning Joey," I mutter. I was not planning on him waking up so soon.

"Wait! No! Don't hit me again!" Joey yells as I grab one of my bats.

"I'll see you in the morning," I repeat.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Joey screams.

I hit him in the head with my bat and he falls back into unconsciousness.

I grab an ice pack out of my cooler and tape it to his head. I close and lock the door to that room and walk up the steps to the main floor. Jim shakes his head at me as I enter the living room.

"I'm not going to kill him or hurt him don't worry," I tell him.

"You bashed him in the head with a bat," Jim says.

I sigh, "yeah, yeah."

"Our band is an extreme band and these are extreme measures. If he can't handle them then he's not fit to perform with Slipknot," I explain.

Jim sighs. "Just don't kill him. I'm not going to be apart of a murder," Jim says as he takes a sip of his water.

"I won't," I assure him as I sit down and have dinner.

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(A/N): Written by @7_MICK_7 (me).
Thanks for reading
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