Bob's POV:
"Ray where's Mikey?" I asked looking around the airport.
"He was right here." Ray said pointing to the empty ground next to him.
"Well, obliviously he's not there anymore." I said then I saw Mikey's bag lying on the ground. "Ray,"
Ray's attention snapped towards me. I ran over to the bag and picked it up. "He's gone again." Ray said and I sighed.
Mikey's POV:
I woke up in a van and I could feel that it was moving. My hands were tied together with duct tape. I looked up and saw Gerard. He was sleeping.
"Gerard, Gerard, wake up." I whispered. Gerard eyes' slowly opened.
"Mikey where are we?" Gerard asked.
"I don't know," I stated and pulled myself up to my knees.
"Mikey, did he hit you?" Gerard asked in a harsh whisper.
"I think so," I closed my eyes and my head did hurt.
"Your head it's bleeding." Gerard pointed out.
"Oh, well yours is too," I had just noticed.
Gerard was just about to say something when the van came to a stop. The driver got out of the van and closed his door. We heard footsteps walking to the end of the van. I gulped and he opened the doors.
"C'mon boys, time to get out." He smiled. Our once friend, he had betrayed us, his name was Bert McCracken.
Frank's POV:
We have been kept in this stupid room for at least a day. Lindsay and Bandit needed to get home…..we all did. But that stupid traitor put us here. He had beaten me, he only had hit Lindsay once; she has a black eye though. But at least he didn't touch Bandit. If he had I might just have to rip his moron head right off his stupid body!
I saw the door open and Bert was grabbing two bodies by the back of their collars. As they stepped closer; I could see that the two other guys were Mikey and Gerard. Bert got closer and threw them to the ground. I saw that Mikey had dry blood on the side of his head, and the hair on the back of Gerard's head was stiff and had a tint of red.
"Gerard," Lindsay gasped.
"Lindsay, where's Bandit?" Gerard asked fear was an obvious factor in his voice.
"She's right here," Lindsay said pointing next to her.
Gerard's POV:
I let out a soft sigh when Lindsay pointed to our baby. But I just now realized that Frank's and Lindsay's right hands were handcuffed to the wall. I looked to my side and Bert was about to grab Mikey by his hair.
"Don't touch him!" I yelled and Mikey's eyes got wide and Bert smiled.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bert said through an evil smirk. He grabbed Mikey by his hair and started to drag him to the other side of the small room where two other handcuffs were hooked to the wall. Mikey winced and try digging his heels into the ground. Mikey started to dig his nails into Bert's arm. I could see blood starting to form on the wounds. Bert cussed under his breath and let go of Mikey. Mikey feel flat on his back. He quickly turned over and started to crawl over to me. But Bert caught up to him.
"I thought you would've learned your lesson by now." Bert smiled and kicked Mikey's side really hard. My anger was out of control. I ripped the duct tape that bound my wrists with my teeth. I got up at ran towards Bert, who was still kicking my brother, and I tackled him to the ground. We tumbled to the ground and I tried to hit him but he was stronger. Before I knew it Bert was punching me in the face. I could hear Lindsay screaming. And I could hear my baby girl crying.
"Stop it! Please stop!" Lindsay screamed.
But he didn't stop I was pretty soon letting darkness take me over again.
I woke up to find my hand handcuffed to the wall, I looked to my right side and I saw Mikey also handcuffed to the wall. I took a glance around the small concrete room and I saw Lindsay holding Bandit with her left hand while her right hand was handcuffed.
"Oh thank God your awake," I heard Mikey whisper, "You were starting to scare me." Mikey had a faint smiled on his lips.
"What happened," I murmured, my head hurt badly.
"Um…..well Bert kinda beat you up." Mikey said and that's when Frank and Lindsay saw that I was awake.
"Gerard!" Lindsay let out sigh of relief. "I thought you would never wake up."
"Don't worry baby, nothing is going to take me away." I tried to reassure her but she smiled a faint smile of false hope.
I wanted this whole thing to be over; I wanted to be home taking care of my girls. I had promised to keep them safe, to let nothing bad come their way, obliviously I failed.
Mikey's POV:
I couldn't believe that I was back here; I thought I would never have to return to this horrible place. I've tried to forget it but now it's rushed back into my memories. All the pain, fear, and tortures are all coming back. All the times they mocked my while they beat me….. I couldn't go through it again! I look at my hand in the handcuff; I started to pull against it. Gerard looked at me in confusion. I wanted to slip my hand through, but it was a lost cause my hand couldn't slip through.
We all saw the door open and Bert walked into the room. "Kinda sad don't ya' think. Keeping all these poor people locked in this room?" Bert said to himself. "Well I do think it very sad so I'm going to let someone go." Bert walked over to Lindsay and pulled out a key. He unlocked her handcuffs and whispered something in her ear. Gerard was struggling against his handcuffs. But they wouldn't unbind him. Lindsay's eyes went wide and she nodded. Lindsay grabbed Bandit and ran out of the, not taking a second glance at any of us. Bert walked over to Gerard and I, and he knelt down next to us.
"Who should be our first victim….hmmmmmm this one is tricky." Bert said and then nodded, "Good choice," I was starting to wonder who Bert was talking to? Bert took out another key and started to unlock my handcuff. I looked at Gerard and he looked confused. But when Bert forced me to stand up he started going nuts, he was pulling against his handcuff, and I could see that there was cracks starting to form around the other end of the handcuff. Bert just sighed and grabbed a crowbar from the floor and smacked Gerard hard against the side of the head, Gerard fell unconscious. I knew there was nothing I could do….I knew this guy and I knew he would do something horrible if I rushed to Gerard's aid. But Frank starting yelling at me.
"What the hell Mikey! Help him…..do something!" Frank yelled and I just looked at the ground. Bert smiled and grabbed me by the collar and started to drag me out of the room.
Bert had taken me to a bigger room but it was empty except what looked like hole in the center of the room. Bert pushed me to the hole and I saw that it was about ten feet deep. Bert left for a second and then came back with a ladder. He put it to the bottom of the hole.
"Now go," He said pointing to the ladder. I didn't know what it was but I knew it was bad. So I stood up and started to run away. I went to the door and tried to open it but it was locked.
"No, no, please no." I whispered. But the door the door remained locked. I started to hit the door, but I knew I was stuck here. I felt my feet get swept from under me, soon enough I was being pulled away from the door by the collar on my shirt. I tried digging my heels into the ground but it was no use.
"Now it's either I throw you down there or you take the ladder….your choice." Bert told me. I started to crawl over to the ladder. I went down to the bottom of the deep hole and Bert lifted up the ladder and closed the top with an iron gate. He started to drill the gate down. About five minutes later he just looked down at me and smiled. Then he left, I swore under my breath wondering who in the world to get out of here. But that's when it started, that's when water started to pump out of the drain at the bottom of the ground. That's when I realized he was trying to drown me.