Radio GaGa

Chapter 1 : Tuning In

Muffled sounds seemed to echo around the room, one voice sounding like grating metal, the other reverberating like a drum, they are talking about something, or someone, then the drum like voices lets out a laugh and it brings Angel to the state of fully waking up, groaning from pain and stiffness as they try to move and discover all six arms tied up, before memories start to flood in.

Angel tries to blink and clear their sight, only to look up and see in the mirror on the wall the reflection of their body, the fluff burnt in some places, cuts and small streams of blood all over his body marking the places that ached, on top of all the bruises and red marks. Tears starting to well up again, Angel fights hard to hold them back, making his eye that is swollen shut sting.

'Fuck you, Val!' was the only thought Angel could form right now, between the haze of red smoke, pain and hatred that was burning deep inside him. It was at that moment the two lackeys that were talking and laughing noticed that Angel was conscious again. "Better go tell Val, the whore is awake and ready for more, Hahahaha!" the one with the grating voice said.

The larger grey one pushed the other out the door, "Who made you the fucking boss? he said we could have some fun and take turns. It's my turn, you go and I'm gonna get some" he growled at the imp like guard, before letting out another of those reverberating laughs as he started walking towards Angel, and started loosening his belt.

"Fuck you! Next time *I* go first" the smaller imp-like one complains as he thumps his chest, not wanting to miss out, but not strong enough to argue. He turns and starts walking away grumbling, soon as the imp turns a corner the sound of his complaints suddenly disappears. Angel raises his head, and the guard turns towards the door, noticing the sudden stop to the sound.

A sudden ear piercing sound filling the room, as if someone had turned up the volume too high on speakers, Angel closes their eyes shrinking away from the horrific sound, as the guard drops to their knees and covers their ears. Suddenly it's gone, absolute silence. Angel opens one eye and looks around, unsure of what was to come only to find his surroundings were now pitch black with no sound, no light, nothing.

The tears from earlier finally start to slowly roll down his face as he notices that he doesn't feel hot or cold anymore, only pain. A dry laugh escapes from him as he hangs his head, muttering to himself "So this is how it fuckin' ends!", he closes his eyes, tears falling and exhausted, Angel sobs softly as red voodoo symbols float over his head and he passes out.

Alastor walks into the room with the unconscious Angel inside a large black bubble, his eyes quickly darting about the room before he snaps his fingers, causing the shadows around in the room flicker and the shadow bubble around Angel to disappear, the room returns to normal as he calls out down the hall.

"Over here, Ladies! See? Here he is!, I told you we would find him!" Charlie and Vaggie entering the room, both running to help release Angel from the binds as Charlie tries to talk to Angel "Angel, Angel!, can you hear me??" Alastor coughs lightly "Let's let him sleep, the effeminate fellow looks like he could use some rest."

Charlie nods at Alastor's words "O-of course, a-and he's been doing so well recently. We were lucky that no one was around when we came. We need to get him back to the hotel!" Vaggie looks at Alastor with distrust and holding her spear towards him. "Ugh!, How can you believe this guy at all? No one around? He probably killed them or captured them for a meal!"

"We d-don't kn-know that..." Charlie softly said while looking at Alastor. He had his typical smile plastered on, as he strolled around the room "Now, Now, my dear Vagatha, I don't kill just ANYONE. Where's the fun in that? What would it do to my reputation? I only select the best livestock, not to mention-"