New story, bitches...

I don't own anything except from the storyline, which is completely fictional.

It's never a good sign when the first thing you see when you open your eyes is a body bag.

Nor is it a good sign when you look up to find two men towering over you in matching surgeon's masks and laboratory coats, each coated in an equal share of blood, the backdrop behind them being a clinical array of tiles and linoleum that, although appearing sterile, still sported a twinkle of bloodstains and grime.

Charming. Just charming.

"Oh, you shouldn't be awake yet, Darling", coos one of the men, a ruffled mock of blonde hair falling thick from his head, "We should get you some more anaesthetic…" He snaps off a sugar pink set of surgeon's gloves, the attempted jovial nature of the accessory being abolished by the copious dressing of blood that crusted over its latex fabric. With a careless fashion, he tossed the garments into a small plastic dish that sat to the left of my head- The same dish that contained a small scalpel and a human pinkie-finger.

Oh, well this was just great, wasn't it?

That was when I noticed that I was screaming, and it felt like I had been doing so for quite some time too, by the burning condition of my throat. The other man leant down towards me, placing his hand on my cheek and caressing it with a touch as light as baby's breath. All I could see of him from behind his mask was a piercing set of blue eyes. No, not just blue eyes- gemstone eyes, shining every different shade of cobalt and azure you could think possible.

"Calm down, honey. Just go back to sleep…"

I don't remember making a conscious decision to stop screaming, but for some reason my body obeyed his orders, causing my eyes to start drooping and my guard to be lowered. I barely even noticed when the first man pierced a needle through the skin on the side of my arm, filling my bloodstream with toxins that would surely knock me out for good. I barely even noticed myself drift off into the deep, indefinite realm of sleep.

A video tape.

That's the first thing I hear as I wake up again- the gentle, yet inconsistent buzz of a video tape being rewound.

I'm too scared to open my eyes.

But I know I'm going to have to eventually. As lovely as it is in my little cavern of darkness, I know that eventually I'm going to have to break out into the light and face reality, or whatever else awaits me out there.

When I do finally peel my eyes open, I'm met by bright, burning lights, the scolding scent of chlorine and a sharp shooting pain running down my left arm, concentrated at my knuckles. Again, I'm too scared to look.

"Wakey, wakey! Rise and shine! The world is waiting for you, Gerard…"

"Gerard..." my throat rasps and crackles as I form words, searching for the person who spoke, my head still buzzing and vision still impaired, "My name… Why do you know my..."

"Easy", a figure strides out from the corner of my eye- the blonde one, I remember- and taps a driver's license through the air. I guessed it must be mine.

"Oh, so the boy's awake?" Another figure walks into view- the one with the blue eyes- and I can see the blonde man suddenly stand to attention, like he was scared of the blue eyed man, or he held some form of dominance over him.

"Yeah, Matt, he just woke up a few seconds ago…"

"That's good…"

'Matt', lowers his level down to mine, making me realise that I'm sitting in a chair, completely upright, whereas before I had been lying down. I guess they changed my location. I will admit, this room is slightly cleaner than the other- the blood stains on the white tiled walls are less abundant, making the atmosphere slightly less vulgar.

"You're cute", he murmurs, more to himself than to me, as he grabs onto my cheeks with one hand, running the other through the strands of ebony hair that cover his head

"I know, ain't he right?" the blonde man sniggers, wrapping his arm round the shoulder of the darker haired man and also proceeding to paw at my face.

I feel the pain in my hand strengthen, so I sneak a peek down.

I wish I hadn't.

I'm missing my pinkie finger.

"Oh, not with the bloody screaming again…" the blonde haired man grumps as he pushes my face to the side, rising to his feet.

"Go get a scalpel from the surgery Dom; I'm sure he'll shut up if we cut his fuckin' tongue off…"

I'm instantly calm- silent. They begin to laugh hysterically.

Through the madness, I mentally note the discovery of a new name.

Matt and Dom- well don't they make the sweetest little couple?

"So, I'm guessing you're wondering what you're doing here, right?" Matt asks after controlling himself. I nod, despite being terrified.

"Well it's simple", explains the blonde man- Dom, "We're a couple, we are, and all couples have little activities they like to do together- some like to go long bike rides, some like to visit art galleries, some like to collect postage stamps… We like to chop up attractive strangers in the old warehouse behind our home!"

I gulp down on air, not going unnoticed by my wonderful hosts.

"But we're not going to cut you up just yet… We like to play games with our toys first…" Matt continues

"But you cut off my pinkie-finger… "I regret speaking as soon as the words exit the safe confinements of my lips.

"Yes; yes we did."

"It was the one that was sitting in that dish, wasn't it?"

Neither of the men replies immediately, instead giving each other wary glances, nodding to each other before casing their faces in sadistic grins, instantly sending shivers up my spine.

"Oh no, that wasn't your pinkie… It was your boyfriends…"

Everything goes black for a little while- I fear I may have passed out again- but I do know that when I regained consciousness, hell was I screaming. Screaming and bawling and kicking and roaring. My limbs rocketed out in all directions, attempting to swipe at one of the men, but failed thanks to the ropes that hugged my body like a strait jacket. I hadn't noticed the ropes before, but now that I had, boy were they restricting.

"YOU HAVE FRANK? YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! LET HIM GO, YOU FUCKING CREEPS!"

They didn't respond, though. They stood still, the same merciless smiles pulled across their faces like paper masks, used to disguise any emotion or sense of pity that might accidently flood their sadistic little hearts.

"You want to see him?" Matt chimes almost enthusiastically as he kneels down beside the virtually antique television on the floor several metres in front of me. Despite receiving no reply from me, he hits play, rolling the video into life.

Frank appears on the screen.

Despite the bad picture quality, I can see he is badly bruised- there is a slight swelling to his left eye, a clear purple glow beginning to build up around its edges, his clothes are badly torn and I could swear there was blood on his shirt collar.

"Hey, Gee", he croaks, staring directly into the camera, directly at me, "I'm okay, don't worry about me. Matt and Dom haven't hurt me too bad- I think I'm safe. I don't want you worrying; I don't want you worrying at all…

"I've only got like a minute on this thing, they said, so I'm just going to cut to the chase- I love you baby, I love you more than the whole fuckin' world. You are everything, fuck, you are my whole world. And once we get out this, Gerard, I promise we're going to get married and we're going to buy that apartment we always wanted to buy and you're going to get that comic of yours published and everything is going to be fine. I promise. I promise it, baby. Everything will work out okay. Everything will-"

The screen buzzes to snow, indicating that the tape ran out of film and that the movie had ceased to play.

It also meant Frank was gone.

Forever? For a day? For a week? For a year? Who bloody knew?

But to me, he was gone, and no matter how short a time period he was gone for, it was always too long.

"Why did you choose me?" I crackle, my voice powdered with salt tears, "Why did you choose us?"

"You all think you're so special, don't you?" Dom sneers as he places his hand on my thighs, staring me straight into the eye, "There was no real reason we chose you- We just happened to be horny, and you and your boyfriend just happened to be hot…"

A look of panic cracks across my face.

"Horny? Are you going to rape me?"

Matt pulls Dom off me gently by the shoulder before shrugging his shoulders.

"We're just going to have to see how the game plays out. Now, Gerard darling, you should think about it like this- you are not the first people we have kidnapped, and you are most certainly not going to be the last. Goodnight, lovey…"

The next think I know, the two men are walking towards the only door out, flicking a light and closing the door shut as they leave, subduing the room to bitter sweet darkness.