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Strip Tease	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2099 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jimmy was sprawled out face down in the kitchen with dark blood staining the white tiles. Johnny was carefully pulling the unconscious man into his arms murmuring softly to him. He pulled up a corner of Jimmy’s shirt and Zack saw the ragged slash through skin and muscle, he turned away as bile rose in his throat. If Matt had similar injuries he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach them like Johnny.

If he’s even alive. He pushed the thought from his mind and ran into the living room.

Matt was curled on the floor in a crescent shape near the door. Zack collapsed next to him and any doubts he had about being able to treat Matt’s wounds vanished. He wasn’t sure if Matt’s nose had been broken or if it was just bleeding, his lip was split and blood ran down his chin, but his breathing was even and Zack shook with relief. Much like Johnny he gently pulled Matt into his arms and kissed his cheek, “It’s okay Matt.” He murmured. He ran his hand through Matt’s silky hair and found a large bump just above his right ear, Matt whimpered in his sleep when his fingers ran over it and Zack took his hand away.

“Zachary.”

He jumped when he heard the unfamiliar voice but with Matt on his lap he could do little more than turn fearfully toward the sound and hope no fist rushed to meet his vulnerable face. None did. Standing near the kitchen doorway a burly man held Brian motionless against him; the coal black muzzle of the gun was midnight against his friend’s white skin. Zack felt his stomach drop, and he glared at the man in as much fear as anger. The man was unfazed by the heat of his gaze and continued talking.

“Are you going to cooperate now?” his voice had a light tone and his light brown eyes held a poor illusion of innocence that made Zack’s stomach twist in both fear and fury, the temptation to tell him to go to hell was tampered by the muzzle of the gun against Brian’s head. With arms suddenly weak and numb Zack carefully set Matt back on the floor and rose shakily to his feet. The man nodded almost appreciatively, “Good, it makes it so much easier on all of us when you cooperate.”

Zack made a nearly inhuman sound deep in his throat; the man merely cocked an eyebrow asking Zack if he would be willing to follow through with that threat. He stared at Zack for a moment before he indicated to someone behind him to step forward with a toss of his head. Another man came toward him with a length of rope and a slip of cloth he assumed would be used for a gag. He wasn’t the biggest thug he’d seen in the past two days but he was big enough. He started to take a step back but the almost nonchalant shift of the gun made him pause and he forced himself to stay still while the man kicked Matt’s prone form out of the way and tightly bound his hands and gagged him.

One he was tied the man roughly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the door, he looked back for Brian but he was also being pulled along too. Another man he hadn’t been able to see from his place on the floor with Matt stood in the kitchen with a shotgun pointed at seemingly nothing but Zack knew where Johnny sat with a bleeding Jimmy in his lap.

In the driveway were two unmarked white vans, Zack was shoved into the first one and Brian was dragged to the second one. Inside Zack’s van were the two thugs he, Brian, and Johnny had knocked out. He was sorely tempted to kick them both again but restrained himself. If he behaved they wouldn’t hurt Brian. He hoped.

In the windowless darkness of the van Zack shook. He didn’t know if his captors could feel it but he knew they couldn’t see it so he shivered as fear overtook his body.

It seemed that all too soon the van stopped. The thugs were threatening and enjoyed their jobs a little too much but they weren’t Pig. None touched him, none talked to him, none even looked at him and when the van finally stopped he wished it hadn’t. He knew he would do whatever Pig wanted him to do so long as Brian was threatened. The door opened and while Zack had braced himself for blinding light he was surprised to see more darkness. Someone shoved him forward and without a fight he climbed out of the van into the cool darkness beyond.

He took a few steps into where ever they were and then paused, his eyes adjusted quickly to the new level of darkness since they hadn’t been exposed to light and he realized he knew exactly where he was. Someone shoved him again and he started walking again with fear guiding his steps.

The door was shut and Zack was stopped with a hard jerk on his arm. Skilled fingers undid his gag but the hand stayed tight on his arm in a mute warning against any sound. He waited tensely for whatever would come next, his breath was short as fear and anger warred within him. He was pulled forward again and in counting his steps knew where he stopped and why. His hands were untied but he could feel a large presence behind him and he didn’t even rub his sore wrists once the rope was gone.

The stage lights flickered on and the sudden bright light startled and blinded him, he stumbled back into whoever was behind him and was quickly and forcefully righted again. He shook himself free of the man’s grip and faced his small audience with a hateful gaze.

Pig sat front and center and gave him a dreamy smile in return to his baleful look and the man had Brian politely sitting next to him, an arm tossed around his shoulder in a friendly way with the gun hanging loosely by his shoulder tauntingly. Brian met his eyes and his gaze immediately softened, Brian’s dark brown eyes were fearful and angry and Zack longed to get off the stage to hold him.

“I’ve been requesting a private show from you for months.” Pig said with a school boy’s innocence. His voice was high and nasally, nothing at all like the low husky tones of Matt’s voice or even the gentle tenor of Jimmy’s. He ignored him and continued to stare at Brian. Through the tumult of emotions in Brian’s dark eyes a spark of humor shone through and Zack’s green mirrored it but their faces remained impassive.

Pig slammed his hands on the table angrily, “Look at me!” he yelled, with his voice raised it almost did sound like a pig’s squeal but Zack continued to ignore him. A sharp slap forced them to break eye contact when Brian’s head snapped around to the side.

Zack slowly turned his gaze onto Pig, who smiled happily for a moment before he frowned again, “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t like it.” He ordered. Zack felt the hatred override the fear and well knew that his eyes reflected that absolute fury. The Pig glared right back at him, “Stop it!” he screeched again. Zack curled his lip back in a snarl and kept his gemstone eyes locked onto Pig’s beady brown. Again Pig smacked the table in an infantile tantrum, “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

Zack took his eyes off him and looked again at Brian, a small trail of blood dripped down his chin but his lips held the faintest touch of a smile. Zack’s heart ached at the sight of his battered friend and he wondered if he could just leap off the stage and tear out the throat of the man that held him hostage. He didn’t pursue the thought past an idle musing though, as relaxed and unaware as the man looked his eyes held a sharp focus. Any move he made toward them would kill or severely wound Brian.

He turned back to Pig and found the dreamy look back on his face; Zack wanted to tear the skin from his skull. He smiled happily when Zack once again glared at him, “Dance.” He giggled. Zack stayed motionless. He was fully aware of the man behind him and strove to pretend like he didn’t care. Pig glared at him but only for a second before he clapped his hands delightedly, “I know!” he cried, his voice rising to a girlish squeal, “Douglas! Music!” he made himself comfortable in his chair and Zack was relieved to feel the presence of the man behind him disappear. He knew there were at least four others backstage watching him but he was glad to have the closest one gone.

Zack heard a mumbled swear and then a heavy beat filled The Club. Zack refused to move to the familiar beat, his eyes never left Pig’s. The childish delight in Pig’s eyes faded when he saw that Zack still and angry on the stage. Anger made is jowls flush an apple red, “You’ll do what I tell you to do!” his snarl was nothing intimidating, indeed, Zack knew women more frightening than him. Pig pulled a small knife out of his pocket and plunged the blade into Brian’s arm. He screamed and tried to jerk himself away but the other man had a tight grip on him and he didn’t move far.

Half snarling and half screaming Zack took two steps toward the trio in front of him but the man lazily set the gun’s muzzle under Brian’s chin and with a cool gaze dared Zack to move again. Zack retreated to his previous position and when the Pig again called for him to dance he did.

His movements felt jerky and wooden, nothing like the easy flow they usually were. Brian was suffering from the repeated traumas inflicted on his body in the past two days, his eyes were slightly unfocused and Zack could see the small shivers that rippled through him more and more often. His focus stayed on his battered friend and didn’t really pay any attention to what he was doing.

He knew he had his shirt untucked and he was half aware of Pig leaning forward in his seat to get a better look at his milky skin, the possessive smile lighting his features. Zack turned a circle and lifted his shirt more showing the ugly purple and black bruise near his spine where he had been kicked. He could feel the sore muscles protesting his movement and knew it had to cover most of the lower right side of his back. He kept his back to them for much longer than he usually did and when he turned around again was pleased to see the possessive smile gone and a mild look of disgust on Pig’s face. Now he almost wished he had been beaten.

Something in his pocket vibrated and for a moment he thought it was nothing more than the heavy beat until he felt it again in between the heavy thumps. Hope filled his heart to almost bursting, he could only think of three people that would call him in the middle of a Sunday; Rob, Emil, and Matt. Finally he gave Pig something of a smile; he more or less bared his teeth at the happy little man and slowly slid a hand into his pocket. He pulled his small silver phone out and flipped it open and watched Pig’s face go from delight, to confusion, and finally pleasant mask of horror.

“The Club.” He said loudly, someone knocked the phone out of his hand and it went skittering across the stage and then off where it landed somewhere on the floor. Brian’s cloudy eyes had life in them again and hoped the message had been understood by whoever had called.

Matt’s POV

He had a headache that made hangovers at a concert seem like a good time and on occasion his vision would tunnel or fuzz and his ears would ring but other than that he was pissed. Jimmy was somewhat conscious, in agony from the deep knife wound but that was the worst damage he had taken and Matt well knew he would be fine. He’d certainly had worse.

Johnny, of course, was a complete wreck. He was certain the entire fiasco was his fault and that now everyone hated him. He stayed close to Jimmy and shook; he would find time later to comfort him. Right now he wanted Zack. He could pace around the house all day and question Johnny until there wasn’t a breath left in his lungs but when he got right down to it he knew they were at a dead end.

Jimmy opened his eyes and watched pace around the kitchen futilely for a moment before his quiet voice broke through the haze of fury and utter despair that Matt had wrapped himself in, “Have you tried his phone?”
Matt paused mid-step and turned to stare at him, his blue eyes were dark with pain but there was a sarcastic humor there that Matt had never seen him without. Without a word he pulled out his phone and dialed Zack’s number, he started pacing again while he waited and Jimmy’s eyes slipped shut again and Johnny pulled him closer.

One ring, two rings, Matt heard the third one and closed his eyes. Halfway through the ring the line picked up, in the background there was a thunderous sound and Zack’s sweet voice said two words, “The Club.” And then the line went dead again. Matt was out the door before the dial tone started.

He was oblivious to speed limits, stop signs, and lights for the most part as he sped to The Club. He made the forty-five minute drive in just under twenty-five minutes. He parked a block away from the squat, white painted cinderblock building and quickly crept up to the employee parking lot. The lot was deserted. He ducked low and ran to the back door; no one raised and alarm and no one took a shot at him. Quietly blowing out a breath he counted to three in his head and then pulled the door open.

He could hear the steady thump from the music but no one shot at the door. He strained his ears to hear over the loud bass and cocked his own gun, well, Jimmy’s gun. He darted inside and was met with darkness, his light spoiled eyes could see nothing in the gloom and he quickly pulled the door shut so he wasn’t silhouetted in the frame. Still nothing stirred backstage. A tendril of uneasiness crept through him; this was too easy.
His eyes only took a moment to adjust and then he could see the vague outlines of the makeup stands and chairs but no people.

There was a break in the music and Zack screamed, fury and pain mingled in the sound equally and Matt felt his own growling answer and he jumped from his spot and ran for the stage.

He paused just short of rushing out on stage and sized up the situation and decided he was seriously screwed. Three guys held a kicking, spitting, screaming, and cursing Zack somewhat still while another three tossed a bleeding Brian around like a rag doll. He had eight rounds in the .45 and he was confident he could take out the three torturing Brian but the other three were too close to Zack for him to risk any shot.

He chewed his lip in a moment of indecision and decided to use three shots to end Brian’s torment and he hoped the three holding Zack would come after him. He knew Zack would go straight to his wounded friend and he wouldn’t leave his side which would leave him free to shoot the rest of the sons of bitches.

Slowly he raised the gun and took aim, another song had started and when the loud thump of the bass rattled the stage he shot the closest guy. The bullet tore through his shoulder and he fell to the stage screaming, quickly he moved to his next target while everyone was confused and sent a round through his stomach. The third guy dove to the stage and reached over to pull Brian closer to him to use as a human shield but in the general confusion following the first two shots Zack broke away from his captors and viciously kicked him in the face. He grabbed Brian under the arms and pulled him mostly out of the way into the shadows near the DJ station.

Matt tucked the gun into the back of his pants when one of the thugs finally found his hiding place. He let his infamous temper take over and slugged the guy in the face with a feral growl. The guy hit the stage hard and didn’t move. One of the others moved in from his left and he twisted awkwardly to avoid a direct hit to his side. The move compromised his footing and the third man easily kicked his feet out from under him. A solid kick hit him squarely in the chest and he gasped and coughed as air rushed out of him.

He saw the boot move back to kick him again and he reached out and grabbed the man’s other foot and jerked him off his feet. He rolled toward the now fallen man and was on his feet again in a second. He saw a flash of silver in the man’s hand and then fire tore through his stomach. He screamed as agony tore through his midsection and fell back to the stage. Bright stars of pain danced in front of his eyes, a dark shadow loomed over him and he distantly heard a scream of fury before the shadow disappeared again.

He tried to sit up and immediately collapsed to the stage again before his shoulders left the hard floorboards. His stomach was on fire, every breath was agony. Dizzily he rolled onto his side and then painfully pushed himself up. He had to find Zack and Brian. His vision faded and darkened and all he saw were shapes. A shape came toward him and the fire in his stomach burned hotter, he screamed again as his vision totally blackened and he sank to the floor again.

The fire was spreading; he could feel it tearing a line across his stomach. He reached back and fumbled for the gun before he pulled the heavy weapon out and blindly pulled the trigger. The fire went deeper and distantly he felt the gun slip from his hand before he fell backwards and for a moment he was flying. Then his head hit the floor below the stage with a sickening sound and everything faded.

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