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Solace in Silence	By : synfulxvengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avenged Sevenfold, or know the guys. This is entirely FICTION, and I make no profit from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Solace in Silence
- 2-New Life
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The room was dark; he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. He had no idea where he was, but his mind was buzzing with unease, and a throbbing headache. Placing his hands on the cold floor beneath, he slowly lifted himself to a kneeling position. His body resisted the movement, sharp pains shooting through his legs. He stifled a pained cry, biting his lip, metal clanking against teeth.
Life was laughing at him today, ignoring the evident pain coursing through his body. Two small overhead lights sprang to life, his dark hair shielding his eyes from the blazing light, headache now tenfold. Swearing under his breath, he slowly opened his sore eyes, taking in his surroundings.
The fluorescent overhead lights had dimmed slightly, countless insects buzzing around the two bulbs. He watched as one ventured too close, sizzled, then fell to the unforgiving floor beneath. The others paid no attention to their fallen comrade, continuing their assault on the yellow balls.
There was a decaying bed in the corner, moth holes littering the brown and yellow sheet, which he imagined was white at some point. The frame was old, and rusted, with a piece chipped off from age. His stomach churned as two rats came scurrying out from underneath the bed, wrestling each other for a rotted piece of flesh. Their squeaking and high pitched snarling rang in his ears, bouncing off the walls of his skull. He was thankful when the black balls ran through a small crack in the wall, the room becoming quiet once again.
He looked up from the hole to a window that was barred shut. The thick glass was cracked slightly, with grey brick shielding the other side. He noticed a small opening in the brick where the window was broken.
Bracing himself for the pain, he slowly began to raise himself from his spot on the floor. Faintly, he heard the sounds of chains dragging across the tiled floor, and the horrible pain returned. Falling back to the dirt crusted floor, he let a small whimper escape his lips. Glancing down at his legs, he saw the cause of the pain. Bile rose in his throat as he stared at the mangled flesh beneath him. Tight chains wrapped around his ankles, tearing the skin away through the barbed wire entwined with the links. He began to register the pungent stench of blood as it bubbled slowly from the wound, drying against the cold metal. It reeked of infection, and didn’t look far from it. He thought about losing his legs, but quickly dismissed the thought. Getting out of here came first.
He slowly rose himself to a sitting position, the movement causing his head to throb. He dragged himself over to the bed, making sure not to disturb his wounds. Leaning up against the frame, he shut his green eyes, trying to remember anything.
He had no idea where he was, how long he had been there, or how he had gotten there, but what he did know was there had to be a way out, if he had gotten in. Twisting his neck, he looked tiredly at the cracked window, longing to see the outside again.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall outside of his cell, becoming louder and louder. Eyes never leaving the window, he could feel someone watching him as the footsteps stopped. Nothing but silence, and the eerie feeling of being watched.
A soft knock on metal broke the silence, his head twisting to face the person at the door, seeing only a pair of light brown eyes through the small looking glass.
“You’re Zack, huh? Wonder what he sees in you…” The eyes watching him moved down below the glass, the rustling of keys and a lock opening filling the room. A small man walked through the door, blonde and black hair spiked in every direction.
“Shit, they did a number on you,” he mused, glancing down at Zack’s legs. Impulsively, he pulled them towards his body, despising the grinding sound of the chains on the floor.
“Who are you?” His voice was raspy with lack of use, and he realized then how bone dry his mouth was.
The blonde raised his eyes to meet Zack’s, and was met with a stern glare from behind dark bangs. Instinctively, his hands shot up in front of him, the universal signal for ‘don’t hurt me’.
“Easy there, man. Name’s Johnny. I got orders from the boss to bring you upstairs to him.”
“Well, that’s funny. Because of you guys I can’t fucking stand.”
Johnny scratched the back of his head, trying his hardest to relieve some of the tension in the room. He hated being the one sent down to the cells. It was way too awkward for him. He tried a soft smile at the other man, but his fixed glare never waned.
“Sorry about that…But seriously, I’ll get those off of you. We can clean it out upstairs,” he said as he apprehensively approached the other man. The movement only earned him a sterner look, and a low growl. Ignoring the warning, he knelt in front of the prisoner, reaching to his belt loop for his key ring. Sifting through the gold and silver array, he settled on a dull grey key. Muttering a quiet ‘found it’ to himself, he worked on the locks of the shackles. With a distinct click, the metal disconnected from its host. He then began working on the wire, expertly unraveling it so as to cause the least amount of pain. In a few short moments, the restraints were off, blood and bits of skin hanging on to them.
“There, now we can get upstairs,” he smiled, noticing the look of apprehension from the other. Zack didn’t move from his spot on the floor, as the blonde rose to his feet, reconnecting the keys to his belt loop. He gently kicked the chains to another part of the room, the sickening grinding down echoing in Zack’s head.
He sighed, glad to have his legs back to himself, but also at the realization that he was at their mercy. He gingerly tried to lift himself from the floor, his legs ignoring the request, falling back to a sitting position. “I told you, I can’t stand.” His gaze moved downward, staring at the dirty floor, waiting for the small man’s next move. He registered how pitiful he sounded, and it angered him. He hated asking for help, especially to the people that kidnapped him.
“Right…Hold on.” Johnny reached behind him, pulling out a small two-way radio from his back pocket. Pressing the button on the side, he waited a few seconds before voicing his message.
“Back up, Sector Eight.”
“Understood.” A voice that sent shivers down Zack’s spine replied, and the connection went to static before dying completely.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you up there soon,” Johnny said, reassuringly. He smiled at the green-eyed man on the floor, trying his best to calm him, but to no avail. Zack’s entire body tensed at the statement.
Upstairs? That’s what he feared the most.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter! I'll update soon, I promise. I already have the first three chapters mapped out. Reviews make me a happy person, so please do it :)
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