Apple Core ~ Tom Kaulitz

Chapter 20: Phone Home

My eyes started to flicker open when loud clapping caught my attention. I have no idea how long I've been out, or who even took us, but I hope we won't die tonight. If we died then I wouldn't know what to do.

I start to struggle when I notice I've been tide with rope to a wooden pole. I look to my left and right to see my friends tide up also. There is cloth in our mouths, it's so tight that it's digging into my skin making the corners of my mouth go raw. I know I said I was good at everything but I'm stuck... and a liar. It doesn't hurt to lie every now and then. 

I look back in front of me when a big mist pushes towards us, shoes clacking along with it. I can't see anything but fog, if a pirate comes and snatches me I will not be having it. The mist has fully surrounded me, my eyes watering and blinking profusely from this. I try calling Gustav's name but it's muffled. I feel like I'm going to be sacrificed in a ritual or something. Whoever has captured us, could be god nose who, definitely thinks they're in a movie and I've got something to tell them.

IT'S MINE 😈

The fog starts to disintegrate, feet upwards. Reviling some black booties then trousers far too tight. I just wander who the hell it could be, I have never in my life seen a man wear leggings so tight. Then some sort of leather corset thing, I'm not too sure my eyes are still playing up. Whoever is also wearing a frilly white shirt, the top half of the outfit is very pirate. I guess I wasn't wrong then. Looks like I won't be having it then.

Wait! What?

I was wrong. I don't even need to see the crazy hair to know I'm looking at David Bowie. I can't believe I didn't realize. It was a long time ago that I watched labyrinth but that is for sure one of the outfits he wore in it. 

He waves the fog around, looking like a fly swatter. Some small ugly gremlin looking things run to his side and blow on even smaller trumpets. To announce him I presume but I thought that's what happened to like royalty. Maybe Bowie is a royal? How would I know? I turn my nose up at the gremlins from the weird grunts and sniffles they're doing and look at them barely being able to pick up there feet as they walk away.

"Hello, young ones" David pronounces, raising a brow.

He stands still, not saying anything else. As if he's waiting for a reply but obviously we can't. I'm thinking about what the hell THE David Bowie would want with us, getting interrupted by something jumping on my head. I freak out having no where to go. My fat forehead meaning I can't see what's up there but then two lanky, furry arms reach down and remove the cloth from my mouth.

I look around again and see even more gremlins on the others heads and that they're also removing the cloths. I shook my head making the thing fly off, seeing what it looks like makes my skin crawl. My breathing is just getting more and more intense. I'm left speechless as I just continue to look about, I have no idea what to do with myself. I'm just hoping the others are smart enough to get us free.

"Let us go!" Tom shouts with nothing but anger on his face.

"I like your outfit" Bill mumbles.

"It's David Bowie" Gustav said shocked.

"Really?" Megan squeals, her eyes widening. They also look a bit red from the smoke.

"I'm so confused" Georg says in a usual tone, genuinely just looking confused, nothing else.

Everyone it's just saying something so quickly, one after the other whereas my brain is scrambled. My focus frantically changing between person. Why do I feel like I'm the only one who's scared. I'm fully aware weirder shit has happened but we're tied to polls, kidnapped. I don't think it really matters how famous he is, this shouldn't be happening. Maybe I should just never leave my bedroom again, I feel like a black cat. I actually don't think black cats are bad luck but I can't think of any other example.