Chapter three

Bam sat Missy on the bed and held her as she shook. She had just finished getting dressed after Bam took her out of the tub. It was difficult for her to dress because Bam had forgotten to bring a candle into the room with them and she was shaking so much from fear. Bam shook as well but he tried to control it for her sake.

"This storm, no power, darkness shit is becoming fucking ri-god-damn-diculous."

A rumble of thunder caused Missy to jump and scream. Bam held her and comforted her before standing up.

"Ok let's go back downstairs and find Novak."

"Ok."

Missy shook as she held onto Bam's arm. Bam blindly walked over to the door, holding onto Missy. He went to the bathroom and picked up a couple candles, handing one to Missy. Missy held onto the candle with one hand and clutched Bam's arm with her other hand and the two of them started down the stairs. The stairs creaked a little as they descended, causing them to walk even slower than they already were and take caution. Missy shook and closed her eyes as she held her breath, standing still. Bam turned and looked at her.

"Miss you ok?"

She nodded her head a little. Bam ushered her along down the stairs again. Once they reached the bottom step Bam gently eased away from Missy's grasp.

"It's ok now you can open your eyes."

Missy opened her eyes and looked all around them. As her eyes scanned the room a knot formed in her stomach. A look of confusion ran across her face. Bam looked at her and then looked around the room while holding his candle up higher. He then looked back at Missy and cocked an eyebrow a little.

"What's the matter?" He asked

"I… I don't know. Something's not right down here."

"Hmm…"

Bam stepped away from her and slowly moved through out the room. He shone the light from the candle he held on everything in the room that he passed. The light landed on one of the kerosene lamps. The lamp was lying on the floor and it had gone out. Bam bent down, puzzled, to pick up the lamp. As he reached out for the lamp he paused once something else caught his eye. Near by on the floor was a set of wet shoeprints. He could tell by looking at them that they could not have come from Novak. He picked up the lamp and quickly stood up to look at Missy.

"Missy I… I think someone's in the house."

"Oh my God. Novak?" She called out "Novak?!" She called again with a panic tone to her voice

Bam went over to her and put a hand over her mouth "Shh! Just chill out. I'm sure that where ever Novak is in the house he's fine. Besides if someone is in the house with us then who knows what they're here for? So just keep your mouth shut and stay calm, alright?" Missy nodded her head "Good." He removed his hand from her mouth "Now we probably should look for Novak just to be safe."

Novak was shoved forward into the room. He as shoved so hard that he almost fell to the floor. From what he could tell he was taken to the studio where they did Bam's weekly radio show, a.k.a. "the hobit hole". Small battery run lamps had been set around the room, bringing in enough light to see fairly well. Novak stood in his spot and shook partly from the cold rain and from fear of what this guy might have had planned for him. He looked around the room and then at the guy who brought him there. The guy approached Novak somewhat slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on Novak's face.

"Why don't you find a place to sit? The others will be right in to join us."

"O-others? What others? Who are you?"

"Shh! Just sit down and be quiet."

He pulled over a chair to Novak and pointed to the seat. Novak, unsure of what would be done to him if he didn't follow orders, cautiously sat down in the chair and tried to avoid eye contact with him. The door opened and in walked two more people who were dressed in all black like the first guy, bringing in some of the rain and wind with them. One of them was a little shorter than the first guy and he was a bit on the stocky side. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt that was covered in safety pins and he had the hood pulled up over his short brown Mohawk. He also wore a pair of thick, black framed "nerd" style glasses and he held his hands in his pants pockets. With him was a girl who looked to be in her very early 20s. She wore a long flowing black skirt that covered much of her shoes and she had a very distinct and colorful messy hairstyle. She stood with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes looking in Novak's direction. Novak, upon their arrival into the room, determined to himself that these were "the others" that he was told about.

The first guy removed his bandanna and adjusted it a little before he put it back in place on his head. He looked at Novak before taking a step forward with an outstretched right hand.

"Now that we're all together, please allow me to introduce all of us. Name's Trent Anderson." He pulled his hand back when Novak didn't accept it "So no handshake?" Novak just stared at him timidly "Alright fair enough. As I was saying, I'm Trent Anderson, these are my friends," He held his hand out, palm side up, in the direction of the other two "That's Kevin Mathews, and she is our female friend."

"What's her name?"

"No one ever speaks my name. No one needs to know my name. That's the least important thing any one needs to know about me." She said

"Um… oh ok. I um… I won't ask your name then." Novak looked at the other two "Nice girl."

Trent, Kevin and the unnamed girl all laughed in a way that made Novak even more uncomfortable, and then they suddenly stopped with serious expressions.

"No more jokes." Trent said sternly, pointing a finger at Novak. Novak gulped and nodded his head fearfully "Very good."

Trent stepped forward toward Novak and knelt in front of him on one knee. He stared deeply into Novak's eyes, causing Novak to turn his head away. Trent placed a couple fingers beneath Novak's chin and held it as he turned his head back so he could look at him again.

"I bet you're scared out of your mind. I bet you have a lot of questions running through your head right now." Trent spoke a little slowly as he focused on Novak's eyes "Well don't you worry your little head Novy. The three of us are going to take great care of you. In fact we're planning on having a lot of fun with you a little later. You just sit there and relax and we'll get to those questions."

He patted Novak's cheek and stood up straight with an eerie grin. Novak felt himself glued to his chair unable to do anything except stare at the three of them in fear.