Intruder

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TW: Sexual Predator. Dark subject matters and violence.

"Better get away from me!" Corey screams into the microphone as the music to 'Eyeless' blast through the speakers in the large concert venue.
You watch happily as everyone bangs their heads to the music. Everyone always has so much energy. The band, the crowd, and even you bop your head and tap your feet to the beat of the music.
You smile as Jim walks up to Mick and they both start head banging at the end of 'Eyeless'.

"Look me in my brand new-!" Corey screams.

"Eye!!!" Shawn and Chris add as everyone bangs their heads.

You smile as you stand on the side of the stage and watch everyone. The band has an energy to them that makes your bones tingle and your fingers twitch in excitement. You look down at your backstage pass proudly as the nine finish 'Eyeless' and take a short water break.
Mick walks towards you and you smile as he leans down for a kiss. You kiss his mask and smile as he wraps his arms around your waist. His guitar is the only thing keeping you from fully hugging him.

"How are you doing?" Mick asks as he flicks some sweat out of his hair.

You chuckle, "good. Are you having fun?"

Mick smiles and nods.

You grin at him and place another kiss against his mask.

The music to 'All out life' begins and Mick leaves your side. He walks quickly back onto the stage.
You wrinkle your nose as you realize you've become damp with sweat. You shake your head as you go to find some water. You know the guys keep a stash of water bottles somewhere off to the side. You walk down the hall towards Mick's guitars as you look around for his extra water bottles. Your eyes scan the equipment as you look around. You feel relaxed, the venue has become familiar territory and you like the fact that you know where everything is placed.
You find Mick's bag and unzip it in a hurry. You're extremely thirsty, the bright stage lights really heat up the room. You grab a water bottle and open the lid quickly, chugging the liquid inside. The water is cool against your throat and you close your eyes as you quench your thirst. Your hand rises to wipe at your lips as you look around one final time before deciding to walk back. You know Mick will grow worried if you're gone for too long. You hurry back to the side stage, dodging busy workers and heavy equipment
The sound of screaming and music buzzes through your ears as you get closer and closer to the side of the stage.
You round the corner and just as you're about to come into view someone grabs your wrist and tugs you down the hall. A large hand clasps over your mouth just as you scream. You look down at the hand and your heart beat starts to race as you realize it doesn't belong to any of the guys.

"Remember me," a voice whispers into your ear.

You feel yourself begin to shake as you recognize that voice.

"How did he find me?" You wonder as you thrash against his grasp.

He chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist as he starts to drag you down the hall. You continue to thrash and struggle against his grip as he leads you even further away from side stage.

"Mick!" You scream as loud as you can but your voice is muffled by his large hand.

You look around you frantically but the hallway is deserted. You feel tears begin to slip down your face as you thrash against him.

"Let go!" You cry as he continues to pull you down the hall.

"Shut it!" He barks as he clamps his hand even tighter against your mouth.

You're voice is muffled and your struggling is starting to seem pointless as he drags you around another deserted corner.
You're crying and panicking. You part your lips in attempt to bite his hand but his grip is too firm around your mouth. He lets you go for a brief moment before pushing you back into the nearest wall. You wince as your back harshly hits the concrete wall. His arms come to rest on the wall beside your head as you look for a way to slip out from beneath him. You try and duck underneath his arm but he pins you against the wall, his nails digging into your shoulder blade. You howl in pain and more tears begin to flow down your cheeks.

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