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Right Here In My Arms	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Eventually, when the band woke up again, they started discussing ways to get out.
“We could climb on top of the drums and reach the ceiling.” Migé suggested.
“I don’t think it would support any of out weight.” Gas sighed, “Not even Ville’s skinny ass.”
“What about the amps?” Lily asked.
“They’re right flush with the top. I don’t think we could move them.” Ville said, wishing he had a cigarette.
“Someone could get on someone else’s shoulders?” Burton said hopefully.
“To what end? We’d just fall and maybe hurt ourselves. I don’t think that would work.”
Migé cursed in Finnish, then Dutch and kicked the wall, “Well I’m eating. I haven’t had anything in I don’t know how long, and I don’t really give a shit at this point what may be in the food.” He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a plastic wrapped ham sandwich, biting it carefully despite his brave words, “It’s not bad.”
At those three words, the rest of the band descended on the refrigerator like locust, eating whatever came to hand.
“We should probably save some of this since we don’t know if it’s all we’re getting or how long we’ll be in here.” Lily said.
Ville wrapped the half of his tuna sandwich and stuck it back in the fridge. At once, everyone began to feel sleepy. Maybe the food was adulterated, or maybe it was just being full, but they drifted to sleep one by one, stretching out on the floor as best they could.
Strange noises and the need for a cigarette woke Ville. He heard something snap shut, “Who’s that?”
A gasp told him it wasn’t one of his mates.
“Wait!” he whispered frantically, “Please?” he continued when he didn’t hear any footsteps retreating, “Where are you?”
“Over here.” Came the soft feminine whisper from across the room, muffled by the glass.
“What was that noise?” he crawled over to the voice.
“Just restocking the fridge.” She said softly.
“Who are you?” he put his hands against the glass, trying to peer into the darkness.
“It’s not important. I’m just here to keep you as comfortable as I can.”
“Why are we here?”
“Just the latest in a long line of pets.” He heard a rustle that might have been a shrug.
“Pets? For who?”
“Jean Claude.”
“Who is Jean Claude?”
“The man who owns everything.”
“What does he want with us?” Ville asked, terrified of what the answer might be.
“To keep you.” Her voice became worried, “I have to go.”
“No! Wait!”
“I can’t. There’s a carton of cigarettes on top of the snare.” Again he saw the silhouette of the door opening until there was no light left. He felt his way to the drum kit and found the promised cigarettes along with a brand new lighter. Almost weeping with relief, he opened a pack and lit one, inhaling deeply to feed his nicotine starved body. That was when he realized he needed to pee badly. He lit his old lighter and found an empty water bottle. After he relieved himself, he closed it and put it away in a corner.
He sat with his knees to his chest to ponder the scant information he had. They were not the only people to be held captive here. Where were the others? He hadn’t heard anything. Were they other bands? Who was this man, Jean Claude, who kept people as his pets?
Though it would seem impossible, he fell asleep again eventually.

The guys were rudely awakened when the overhead lights were switched on. They grumbled as they woke, groggily, wondering how much time had passed.
The intercom clicked on, “Hello my pets.” Came a cheery male voice with a light French accent, “Glad to see you survived your first night. I am Jean Claude and I would like to welcome you to the collection.”
“Collection?” Gas was confused, “What collection?”
“Mine of course.” Jean Claude laughed.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Gas glared at his own reflection in the glass.
“It means that you may now consider yourselves mine, for my own amusement and enjoyment.”
“Fuck you! Let us out of here!” Migé pounded the wall.
Jean Claude’s voice grew cold, “Make yourselves comfortable.” The lights shut off abruptly.
“What the fuck?” Lily demanded, rubbing his eyes.
Ville lit another cigarette and related what he’d learned from the girl.
“Pets?” Burton said, “Pets? We’re people, not animals.”
“We have to get out of here. I don’t care if we get hurt. I don’t think we’re going to be let go anytime, ever.” Migé said, “Someone hop up on my shoulders. Maybe we can find the opening used to restock the food.”
Lily climbed up on him and they began to slowly explore the ceiling. Slowly so they wouldn’t trip over anything or miss a single break in he glass of the roof.
The lights flooded on, blinding Lily, who was looking straight up. He overbalanced Migé and they went crashing to the floor.
“Oh don’t do that!” the female voice pleaded over the intercom, “If he catches you, there will be serious trouble!”
“Fuck that!” Migé exploded, “I’m not just going to sit here!”
“Please, don’t make Jean Claude angry. It gets worse. And if you were to fall and hurt yourself, you would be left alone. Nobody would be called to help and you would be left to die in here!”
Migé sat down abruptly, “What is going to happen to us?”
“If you behave? Nothing. You’ll be fed, clothed and made comfortable. As long as you don’t make trouble.” They heard a tremendous sigh, “I’m here to take orders for anything. Food, drink, clothing.”
Gas snorted a laugh that had no humor in it, “Well darling, I’ll have a cheeseburger, fries and a coke.”
“And while you’re at it a fucking four cheese pizza.” Migé said sarcastically.
“How about a shirt?” Lily said bitterly, folding his arms across his bare chest.
“Very well. In the future, write what you want on a piece of paper and tape it to the glass.” This time, when they knew she left, she did not turn the lights off.
They looked around, noting there was a pad of paper and pens on top of one of the monitors and they noticed Ville’s carton of cigarettes.
“Why us?” Gas asked.
Burton shook his head.
The lights went off suddenly. The band protested angrily until they flashed on again, revealing a plate with a cheese burger and fries, a tall cup of coke, a large four cheese pizza and a plain white t-shirt sitting next to the mini fridge along with a roll of tape.
“Hello?” Ville called and got no answer.

~*~well? i already have a lot of written, i'm just waiting to see what you think before i post more. comment please.~*~md
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