A/N: Alright so apparently I lied, this isn't longer so I guess it's just a teaser? I'll go with that I suppose. Enjoy.

I'm in Hell, I have to be.

-Chapter 2-

My head was spinning, and I was standing still. As far as I knew at least. I felt like fainting but my mind reminded me that I had no clue who the two gits in front of me where. I was staring up at the Alfred look-a-like, and he was flashing me a grin, and if I didn't know any better. That look was just like a lion, he felt like he was going to get eaten. Literally.

Normally I don't feel fear like this, I normally enforce it but this time- it's different. These people were mental. I swallowed, I need to say something to break this silence, or should I wait for them? I don't even know myself, oh God, they have literally scared me into submission. What the hell am I supposed to do?

I almost screamed as I felt a arm go across my shoulders. How did I not see him do that? I'm literally talking to myself aren't I? And how many times have I said the word 'literally' to myself? He's saying something and I'm not even paying attention. "I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that, sir?" I was still a gentleman, even if I was scared out of my mind. I stared up at the taller red head and he looked down at me, that grin pulling at his lips again.

"I said, you're coming with us, and it's better if ya don't struggle. I'll just knock ya out and that won't be that nice, now will it babe?" Did he just call me babe? I'm not even a girl? And I'm not his babe! What the hell? Why am I focusing on that? His voice was a bit deeper and menacing the Alfred's was. Alfred's was more cheerful, while his just sounded like he wanted to kill the whole world. Which by this point, I wouldn't doubt that to be true.

I mentally slapped myself, I'm talking nonsense again! Someone really does need to slap me! I was barely paying attention again, we had already started moving. No, I wasn't moving I was being forced to move. Being pushed out of the room and down the hall. As much as I would like to get out of the other's grip I really didn't want to see his method of 'knocking' someone out. Somehow I already knew it had to do something with that bloody bat he was holding in his other hand.

The thing was still giving me the shivers whenever I got a glimpse of it. Which is a natural reaction so no calling me barmey or something, you would shiver to if you seen a six foot man with bloody bat.

I turned my head slightly wondering where the other man had went. The one that looked like me, or something like me. I made a huge mistake, he was right behind me. And I mean right behind me, he was inches from my face! He had the most sadistic grin on his face I had ever seen too.

I turned my head back, I wanted to literally scream for help. He reminded me of a clown, one of the scary ones in Alfred's movies. And have I mentioned I hate clowns? I really really really hate them. I have that, what was it Coulrophobia? Yes, I think that was it. Fear of clowns.

And if I thought about it, they both look like clowns, compared to Alfred and myself. My look-a-like looks more like a clown though. Which if I wasn't being forced to move, and in the arms of someone I have no clue about or that could most likely kill me any second. I would most likely laugh at him. But, as of right now. I really don't feel like laughing.

And honestly, I think if I laughed, I would end up dead or very close to it. Seems like every choice I have right now ends in death, maybe if I follow them, they will be nice and just let me go somewhere?

I walked with the other man's arm still around my shoulders. It looked like we were best buddies not captor and prisoner, well other then my terrified face. What is making me think these things? My mind is so screwed up at the moment. I couldn't tell if I was losing it or I was having a dream. Please, dear God, make it a dream. Make all of this a dream.

We reached outside of the meeting building and I was still rambling on in my head. Well at least till I was shoved into a white van, yes a white van. How lovely is that? I was terrified and I'm sure that was evident on my face.

I seen the other smirk before he shut the door, my eyes went wide and the whole van went black, I couldn't see anything. I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face!

I groaned, I don't want to be here. I want to be at home, curled up with a nice novel and a cup of Earl Grey by my side. Was that so bad?

I tried looking around the back of the van the best I could. I moved my hands around the floor and hit something rather cold and soaked with something. God, what was it now? I heard it choke, and I flung backwards. "What the fuck!" I screamed as I heard it choke up again. What the bloody hell is back her with me? Was it someone? Something? A monster? A demon? God, the possibilities.

I stayed quiet listening to it's choking and coughs. It sounded like it was in pain. I remembered the liquid I felt earlier, it couldn't have been that could it? I shakily brought my hand up to my face and smelled the liquid that still covered my hand. No mistaking that smell. By now it had dried but I could still smell that metallic sent.

My face went pale, his hand was covered in blood. He scooted as far as he could away from the choking man, most likely dying man. A million things racing through his head again. The van was moving, he smelt the blood in the air, and he was starting to get nauseous from it all.

What hadn't he smelt the blood when he first got in here? Surely he would have noticed sooner. His mind was a jumbled mess. He had no clue what to do or think. All he knew is he wanted out of this god forsaken van, and away from these insane psychos that where driving it!