Warnings:

dark fic, violence, angst, m/m sex, character dead, maybe non-con (but not as graphic as Hunted Down).

Chapter 1

"There are bombs hidden in different places in the building, and the doors are trapped with bombs, too," the man with the microphone added when he noticed that he had the attention of everybody. "If someone tried to open the doors, the theater would explode. If someone tried to touch the bombs, the theater would explode. If someone is pissing me off by trying something stupid, the theater will explode. Did I make myself clear?"

Of course, no one answered to him. He was kind of scary with his gun in his hand, and the fact that he had just threatened everyone to kill them wasn't helping either. He was tall and was probably about 45 years old, with really short brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing small glasses, a dark grey suite and a white shirt that made him look even more important. Even if he was holding a gun in front of hundreds of people, he didn't seem to be nervous at all.

"If you take a look around you, you would notice about 20 men in military uniforms; they are working with me," the man informed, pointing at different directions with his gun where the men in question were standing. "If something happens or if you have any smart questions, you can ask to one of them. But if you make us lose our time, there will be consequences. Just to be sure you all understand here; we don't really care about how many people we would have to hurt or to kill to obtain what we want," he explained, sending shivers to everyone in the theater who wasn't in his 'team'.

"And what do you want?" a man standing near the stage dared to ask. You could see in his eyes that the second he finished his sentence, he wished he hadn't opened his mouth.

"It's none of your fucking business!" the man in grey suite answered, looking angrily at the other man who was now shaking like a leaf. "You see, that kind of questions is not 'smart'. But you're lucky; because it's the first time, I won't hurt you," he added, looking back at the rest of the crowd, smiling. "You should get yourself comfortable now, because we will stay here for a few days. We are going to requisition all your cell phones, and you better cooperate. From now on, try to stay calm and quiet; I can be very impatient when something or someone is bothering me."

After he had finished his 'speech', he gave the microphone to the man who had Neil at gun point a few minutes later. Placing his gun under his jacket, he walked closer to Adam and his friends.

"So, you are the famous Adam Lambert," the man said, looking straight at the singer. "I'm Daniel and this is my young brother Jacob. He's a real fan of you," he added, glancing at the man with the microphone.

Adam didn't like the way the man named Jacob was grinning and looking at him. He was about the same size as his older brother but more muscular. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, too; he looked like Daniel, but younger.

"I want all of them in a dressing room; it's going to be easier to keep an eye on them that way," the older man said to his brother.

Jacob nodded, and with the two other soldiers that were on stage, he lead the singer, his band and Neil back stage. When they arrived in the corridor leading to the different dressing rooms, they found two men lying on the floor wearing the security staff t-shirt. They both had a bleeding hole in the middle of their forehead. Adam turned around to say something about it to one of the soldiers, but he decided to keep it for himself, remembering the rule about 'smart' questions only. He was wondering how many people had already been killed by these men. Thinking about dead people, he was starting to be very worried about Sauli who he hadn't seen since the beginning of the concert. He hoped his boyfriend was safe and intended to ask about him if he didn't hear from him in the next hour.

"Inside," Jacob ordered when they arrived in front of the band's dressing room.

They all obeyed and entered the room. When Adam walked in front of Jacob to follow his friends inside, the soldier blocked the way with his arm, stopping the singer in front of him.

"I'm really glad to finally meet you," the man in military suite assured, smiling. He had an accent like his brother but Adam wasn't able to figure out where it was coming from.

Usually, that kind of comment was always pleasant to hear from a fan, but with the predatory or threatening look –the singer wasn't sure- that Jacob was giving him, Adam was really uncomfortable. After about a minute, he lowered his arm and let the singer join the others.

"You better behave, because I'm assuring you that we won't accept any bad behaviour," Jacob menaced from the doorway. "And Adam…I'm looking forward to see you later," he added, grinning, before closing the door behind him.

Even if his voice was muffled by the door, they could hear him giving orders to the other soldiers to guard the door.

"Fuck! What are we going to do now?" Tommy wondered, letting himself fall on the couch. "We don't even know who these men are and what they want."

"Neil, are you okay?" Adam asked, patting his brother shoulder. "Did they hurt you or something?"

"No, they didn't hurt me and I'm fine."

"Did you see what they did to those two security guards?" Cam said, sitting next to Tommy.

"Yea, it was hard to miss…they had probably already killed all the security staff," Monte guessed, leaning against the wall near the door. He wanted to be able to hear what was happening in the corridor.

"Do you think they are going to kill us all?" Isaac asked, sitting on the couch with the keyboardist and the bass player.

"I don't think so," Adam said, pacing the room. "If we are still alive, it's probably because they need us that way."

"I just realized that they didn't take our cell phones," Monte noted, walking toward the table where he had left his bag before the show. "So maybe we can call the police and tell them what's going on…" he added, pulling his phone from his bag. "Adam, keep an eye on the door, please…" he said, dialing 9-1-1."

The singer nodded and got closer to the door to be able to know if someone was coming.

"Hi, my name is Monte Pittman," the guitarist said after someone had answered him. "About 20 men are taking me and more than 700 people hostages at the Springfield theater. They said there bombs hidden in the building, and they trapped the doors, too. They have guns and they already killed a few people," he explained quickly, hoping no one would interrupt him.

"Someone is coming!" Adam announced, moving away from the door.

When the door opened, Monte just had the time to hang up and to hide his phone in his pocket. Daniel entered the room and looked pissed.

"Lambert, someone kept bothering one of my men, saying he was your boyfriend," he said, sighing. "I hope he's right and that he's not a crazy fan, because I swear, I'll kill him," he warned, signing to one of his men to bring the supposed boyfriend.

After a few seconds a soldier walked inside the room with a terrified Sauli at his side. When the Finnish boy saw Adam, he almost ran into his arms. The singer pulled him as close as possible, kissing him on the forehead.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered to Sauli's ear.

The blonde looked up at him and nodded.

"So, I suppose he was telling the truth…" Daniel noted, looking at the couple. "My men forgot to take your cell phones, so I'm asking you to give it to us, now," he demanded, glancing at everybody in the room to make sure they all understood the instruction.

Cam, Isaac, Neil and Tommy gave their phones to Daniel. When Monte took his from his pocket, the taller man looked at him suspiciously but didn't say anything.

"Lambert, where's yours?" Daniel asked, beginning to look furious again.

"It's in the other dressing room, Sauli's too," he informed, hoping he would believe him.

"Okay…thank you for your cooperation," he said before getting out of the room and closing the door.

As soon as Daniel had left, everyone started to breathe again. They were so terrified by these men and the risk to something wrong, that without knowing it, when Jacob or his big brother was in the room it was like they stopped breathing.

"Oh baby, I was so worried about you," Adam confessed, holding Sauli in his arms. "Monte, did you have the time to give enough details to the 911 operator?"

"Yea, I think so…I'm sure we'll know soon enough."

The guitarist was right; about 15 minutes later, they could hear that something was going on in the corridor. They were able to distinguish people running and speaking in a language that no one was able to understand.

"The cops are probably outside and surrounded the building," Cam guessed, standing up and walking closer to the door. "They are going to be here in a few minutes, aren't they?" she added, hoping she was right.

"I'm sure they are doing everything they can to help us," Monte said, even if he wasn't really believing it.

After a few minutes, they heard footsteps coming closer to the door. When the door opened, they were all hoping they would see cops entering the room. But they were wrong. It was Daniel who entered the room framed by two armed men.

"It seems like someone had call the police," he said, not looking surprised at all. He was still calm like he didn't really care about the cops' presence. "Lambert, you are coming with me," he ordered, pointing at the singer.

"He didn't call anyone..." Tommy tried to explain, but he quickly shot up when he saw Daniel pulling his gun from under his jacket and pointing it at Adam.

"He's coming with me, dead or alive…It's your choice," he said, waiting for an answer or a reaction.

"It's fine, I'm coming," Adam assured, kissing Sauli and walking toward Daniel before anyone else could move or say something wrong.

Daniel grabbed the singer firmly by the arm and led him outside the dressing room, leaving his friends, brother and lover worried about what these men were going to do to him.


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