Prologue

Shit, One minute til' detonation. The musical world rested in my hands, and all I had to do was break this lock. Thanks to me, Bill Kaulitz's life was on the line.

"Please, just get me out of here…There's one lock that I think can free me, and the others will set the detonator off, please! Please, be careful!"

"I've got this, don't worry dude." I said, completely lying. I was panicking like hell, what the heck was this contraption?

"You got us into this in the first place! You better get me out of here!"

"Will you calm down? I said I had this!" I was I no mood to argue, not now, not here.

There were wires all colors of the rainbow and locks that looked like Master locks, diary locks, what the hell was I supposed to do?

I looked around for a wire that connected to all but one. 30 seconds, I had to move fast.

Bingo. The blue one.

"Okay…I'm gonna get us out of here. Right now."

I took out my clip and slowly approached the wire that felt as if it were pulsing in my hands…or maybe that was my heart beating. I had no clue. 15 seconds.

Clipped it. I waited for the resounding blow that I expected to follow. But none came.

"Okay, let's go!" I said. I lifted the wires and chains off of him and he grasped me so tightly it alarmed me for a second.

"Thank you, oh thank you! Vielen dank!!"

"I owed you, right? Now let's go!"

I pulled out my grappling hook and threw it to the top window, about 40 feet up from us. Hoisting him on my back, I slowly climbed the wall, being careful not to shake the hook loose. Air became fresher and cooler as we got higher up.

"Are you sure I'm not heavy?" He asked me.

"Oh come on, just about 15 feet more, I can handle you!"

He held me tighter and we approached the window ledge.

Since when did they make basements deep like this nowadays??

I shook off the hook and crawled out of the window, still with him on my back. His long hair kinda tickled my neck…I missed that…but now wasn't the time. It was 15 below zero out here, and the wind and snow slapped us around so hard we felt beaten less than 30 seconds after we hit outside.

My snowmobile was still out here, hidden in the clearing past the naked deciduous trees that obstructed my view along with the snow.

"It's freezing out here!" he said.

"Stop whining, we're gonna get out of here!"

We walked on further and further into the woods and it gave me time to reminisce…

This whole thing was my fault.

And I hated that so much.

Why I even let this happen to Bill, I'll never know.

But my train of thought was interrupted as I heard crunching footsteps behind us.

"Do you hear that?" I asked.

"Hear what?"

I saw my snowmobile far in the distance, and our feet hurried on to get there before anything bad happened.

But it did happen.

A piercing scream echoed through the desolate woods as a lightweight body suddenly thudded to the ground.

"Oh god, BILL!" My heart raced a million beats a second as I picked his fragile body up and carried him in my arms, running. Droplets of blood marked a trail in back of us. He had been shot in his side, and that wasn't even the end of the bullets. My hands became slippery as I ran faster, trying to escape death.

"It hurts…I can't feel my leg…"

"We're gonna get out of here! Hold on!" I said, praying it wasn't an empty promise.

Finally we reached my snowmobile, but there was no time to stay here. I swung Bill around to my back and hopped on in a matter of seconds.

Wait…WHERE WAS MY KEY?!

I fumbled around in my leather pants pocket for my key, and finally finding it, I jammed it in the ignition and zoomed away, just when our assassins nearly met up with us a few yards away.

Who were they?