Awakening with a start, the young man breathed heavily through his nose, noticing something covering his mouth, something that possibly felt like tape. He opened his eyes only to be met by more darkness.
Panicked, he tried to move, he found that he couldn't, his arms stuck to something wooden? He felt along as best he could, his fingers feeling the edge of what he was most certain was a chair. The young man tried to shout out but the only sounds that came out were muffled screams. What happened to him? And where exactly was he? Only one way to find out.
Some time went by, the man had no idea how long it had been, he had no idea if anyone knew he was gone, but he knew he was surely going to die. He waited and waited for his kidnapper to show themself, by this point he was tired and hungry, his wrists sore from being bound, his limbs numb from not being able to move them, his voice hoarse from all the muffled screaming. He just wanted for all this to be over, he silently prayed for a swift and painless end.
The now exhausted man suddenly snapped his head up as he heard a sudden noise. Listening carefully, he heard a long creak that sounded very eerie, then a thump, then another thump. Only then did he realise that the thumps were that of footsteps. But the footsteps sounded odd, whom ever it was wasn't walking on normal ground, maybe a staircase? Or maybe something was being dragged? Who knows? Straining to hear clearly, the man started to become anxious as he could no longer hear anything. The sudden tug of something pulled off his head made him jump, daylight flooded his vision and made him loose focus. He blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted, focusing on his arms that were indeed tied to a wooden chair.
"Still alive I see" a voice somewhat cheerily chimed.
The thirty three year old snapped his head up, taking in a person stood in front of him, his kidnapper didn't look much older than him, with long black hair and eyes that looked wild. He tried to scream out but couldn't, almost like he was frozen by fear.
"There's no need to be afraid" his kidnapper smiled. "I won't hurt you, Mr Charnas" he spoke rather politely.
"Oh, but I will" another voice spoke.
The victim looked towards the voice and saw another man creeping out of the shadows from what was indeed a staircase. This time he did scream out against the covering on his mouth. The creepier man stepped next to the black haired man, but he had blonde hair and looked much more evil.
"Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Adam and this is my boyfriend Matt" the black haired man introduced the both of them.
"As you can tell my dear Spencer, Adam is more polite than me. He deals with the talking while I deal with the..." Matt paused. "...killing!" he pulled out a large shiny knife from behind him as he spoke, scaring Spencer. "Oh I'm sorry...were you trying to talk?" Matt asked sarcastically.
He held his arm out and ripped the tape off Spencer's mouth before carelessly dropping it on the floor.
"Help me! Someone please help me!" Spencer cried out desperately.
"Screaming won't get you anywhere" Matt smirked evilly.
"What do you want from me?! I haven't done anything to you!" Spencer cried out, tears streaming down his face, which he only now noticed.
"You are Matt's next target" Adam looked down.
"Our next target" Matt corrected, waving the knife around wildly.
"That was what I meant" Adam spoke uncertainly.
Spencer darted his eyes wildly between the two men, his heart racing with utter fear and panic, then his gaze stopped at Adam. He felt something, in his gut, something strange about this certain man. Then his eyes widened when Matt started advancing towards him.

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Three Days Grace Ships
FanfictionThree Days Grace ship oneshots. Adam Gontier. Brad Walst. Neil Sanderson. Barry Stock.