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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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It seemed he had been sitting on the filthy floor for days, when in reality it had only been a few minutes. Johnny sat next to him against the bed, closing his eyes, waiting to hear his partner’s footsteps. Silence settled over the two men, both feeling slightly uncomfortable with the situation.
“Where am I?” Zack inquired, turning to the shorter man. Johnny opened one eye to stare at the prisoner, quickly closing it again.
“You’re here. I’m sorry, I can’t tell you any more. It’s not my place to say.” Johnny could feel the hate radiating from the other due to his response, but it was true. He would get punished if he spoke of the trade before the Master.
“Cryptic little shit…” Zack mumbled under his breath, staring at the hole the rats had ran through. He watched as one came back in to the room, covered in blood. ‘Well, I know who won that fight,’ he thought idly to himself, trying anything to speed up time.
He listened as footsteps echoed through the hall once again, the sound of chains filling his ears yet again. His stomach churned at the sound; he had no idea what torture awaited him. He watched as Johnny shot up to meet the other at the door, a wide grin plastered to his face.
A tall man covered in tattoos came in to his view, towering over the small blonde. His hair was dark and shaggy, the back spiking in all different directions, bangs framing his slender face. He was thin, but muscular. He smiled at the man on the floor, blue eyes shining with genuine apology.
“So, you’re the new guy, huh?” he said, staring at Zack. His eyes seemed to read straight through to his soul, overpowering him. It felt as if he knew everything about him, with just one look.
Johnny stepped out of the way of the taller man, as he knelt in front of Zack. He glanced down at his ankles, a grimace marring his flawless features. Zack stared at him apprehensively, noting the chains looped around his shoulder. Relief ran through his veins as he noticed there was no wire on these, just a pair of cuffs.
“Guess I won’t be needing these,” he mumbled, handing the roll of chains out to Johnny, the smaller taking them immediately. Zack yelped quietly as he was lifted from the floor by the larger man. Every muscle in his body tensed, trying to wriggle free from the hold.
“Geez, stop squirming! Or you can stay down here!” the taller man joked, earning a smile from Johnny, and a glare from Zack. There was no way in hell he was staying here.
Instantly he stilled, allowing the two men to ‘escort’ him to an elevator that looked like it belonged in the twenties. A set of sliding gates were pushed aside by the blonde, him instantly shutting them once they boarded.
Zack hated himself at this point. He hated having to be carried. But even more, he hated that he was beginning to feel comfortable with these two. His muscles slowly unwound as he was held, taking note of the wonderful scent of the taller man. He mentally slapped himself, forcing himself to become tense again. There was no way he was letting his guard down.
“Jimmy.”
Zack stared up at the taller man, the other looking down at him. “Huh?” he replied, hating himself even more for sounding so stupid.
“My name. I haven’t introduced myself yet, Zack Baker. I’m Jimmy.” He smiled down at him, but Zack’s eyes widened at the use of his full name.
“How…” he started, being cut off by a chuckle from Jimmy.
“The Master told me about you. Shit, he told all of us. He’s really excited to meet you.” Johnny nodded at the statement, both earning a confused glance from their captive.
The elevator came to a shuddering halt, Johnny stepping forward to slide the gates out of the way. Zack examined the different paintings along the walls as they made their way down a narrow hallway. All of the paintings seemed to have a consistent theme: sex and the underworld. The walls were painted black, with a crimson rug lining the floor. He was slightly surprised to see this part of the building well kept, considering the condition of the cells. Small candles were attached to the walls in even intervals, giving the passage an eerie glow.
Sliding past the pair, Johnny made his way to a black door at the end of the hall, peeking into the small glass window at the top before opening it. Zack was brought in to the room, Jimmy gently placing him on an old gurney. He watched Johnny make his way over to a blonde woman, short hair pulled back. She didn’t seem to notice them, engrossing herself in paperwork. Johnny lightly tapped her shoulder, instantly getting her to spin around in her chair.
“You scared the hell out of me!” she said, hand resting on her chest, trying to slow her rapid heart. Quickly regaining her composure, she looked over at Zack, eyeing his wounds. She hummed quietly to herself, making her way over to the prisoner. He felt exposed, slightly curling in to himself as she stared at him.
“Val, we need to get him up to the Master as quickly as possible,” Jimmy explained, her hazel eyes shining up at him.
“Who do you think I am? I’ll have him fixed in no time,” she smiled, shooing the other two men out of the room. Zack eyed her apprehensively as she went over to a white cupboard, pulling out two tiny vials. She then reached for the drawer underneath, grabbing an unused needle and syringe. Tipping one of the vials back, she filled the syringe with a clear liquid, making her way over to Zack. He unconsciously stiffened, still suspicious of her intentions.
“Just lay back and relax, hun. I’ll be done soon.”
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His mind was foggy; his mouth dry. He didn’t want to move, his body was more relaxed than it had been in a few hours. His muscles were sore with how tense he had been. Slowly he opened his eyes, instantly shutting them again from the glare of the fluorescent lights. Groaning, he moved his arm over his eyes, trying to open them again. Moving his arm as he adjusted to the brightness, he was greeted with Jimmy staring down at him.
“Morning, sunshine,” he smiled, lightly patting Zack’s messy hair. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, his mind clearing a few seconds later, instantly moving away. Jimmy ignored the movement, patting his head a few more times before moving over to Val. Zack tried to listen in on their hushed whispers, unable to make out anything of what they were saying.
Closing his eyes again, all he wanted was to go back to sleep. At least, while he was asleep, he wasn’t here. As he began to doze off, he felt himself being lifted from the bed, groaning in protest. Jimmy ignored it, saying his goodbyes to Val.
Zack was beyond confused. He had convinced himself that finding an escape route was top priority, but he wasn’t minding being held as much now. Tucking his head against the crook of the taller man’s neck, he tried to quiet his screaming mind. If anything, he should not have been trying to get closer to his captor.
“Well, you’re cuddly,” Jimmy said, breaking the silence as they made their way down another hall lined with candles. The colors were opposite now; red walls and black rug. He tensed at the statement, pulling away as best as he could from the other.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind. Just don’t let the Master see you.”
The pair stopped in front of a set of black double doors, a skull with wings painted across them. Pushing the doors open with his back, Jimmy carried Zack to the middle of the dark room. He couldn’t see anything, instantly on edge again.
Within a few seconds, the candles along the black walls of the large room sprang to life, flames burning brightly. Chandeliers along the ceiling burned with a bright intensity, illuminating a pair at the end of the red strip of carpet. One was sitting on a large dark wood throne atop three low steps, etched with different demons and succubae. The other was sitting on the side of the throne, looking downward to the floor, a thick leather collar around his neck. Other than the collar, he was naked. The man on the chair held the chain attached, holding him tightly to his side.
He waited for the pain to shoot up as Jimmy placed him on his feet, but nothing came. He sighed to himself in relief, but kept his guard firmly in place. He watched as Jimmy kept his head low, bowing to the pair of men.
“Master Shadows, I’ve brought you the man you requested,” he said, his formal demeanor seeming out of place with his previous personality.
“Thank you. You’re excused.” Zack watched as Jimmy bowed again, earning an apologetic glance from the taller man before turning around, the sound of the doors shutting echoing in the large room.
Fear bubbled up in his chest with being left to these two men. He didn’t understand why, but he had wished that Jimmy was still with him. The three of them sat in silence for a while, Zack fidgeting uncomfortably under the stare of the bigger man. He jumped slightly as he stood from his throne, leaving the chain behind. He waited for the man on the floor to run, but he sat still, staring at the floor. Zack couldn’t understand him; why was he staying?
He stared wide-eyed at the large man as he approached him, legs shaking with fear. He noticed the tattoos curling around his thick arms, the tight shirt he was wearing showing muscle underneath. He stopped in front of Zack, staring down at him. Zack’s head instantly shot downward under the man’s intense hazel eyes, wanting nothing more than to just run away.
“Zack Baker. I’ve been watching you for some time,” he said, making Zack cringe. Watching him? Creep, he instantly thought. A hand softly caressed his face, making him back away from the touch. Earning a hard slap in response, he fell to the floor, his entire world spinning. He stayed on the floor, rubbing his abused face.
“My name is Matt, but you will refer to me as Master. I run the slave trade in this area.” Zack’s body stiffened at the words.
“Slave?” he croaked, looking up at the man now towering over him. He nodded, roughly grabbing Zack’s arm and yanking him to a standing position.
“Yes. Slave. This isn’t any trade, though. I specialize in the sex trade. Basically, you’re now my whore,” he smirked, causing Zack’s stomach to flip. He felt like he would be sick at any moment. Matt rubbed his face again, not moving for fear of getting hit again.
“Brian, come.”
The man on the stairs rose, walking over to the pair, chain dragging behind. He instantly knelt by Matt’s side, head still down. Grabbing on to the chain, he held it out to Matt, earning a sharp tug in exchange.
“Don’t be rude, say hello.”
His head slowly rose to meet Zack, deep brown eyes meeting terrified green. He nodded in acknowledgement, lowering his head yet again. Matt patted him gently on the head, loosening his grip on the chain. Mumbling a ‘good boy’ to the kneeling man, he once again stared at Zack.
“Now, on to business. You’re here to be my personal slave. Brian here is in high demand with customers, so I figured if I get a new toy, I could sell him for a hefty price. So, you’re his replacement.” Zack gaped at the man, eyes wide and jaw dropped. Brian’s shoulders slumped with the news, head hanging a bit lower. Matt growled at both of them, Zack shutting his mouth, and Brian sitting straighter.
“Now, I expect you here in the morning. Jimmy and Johnny will show you to your room,” he said, dismissing Zack and turning around. He tugged on Brian’s chain, standing to follow his master. The pair disappeared behind a door behind the throne, Zack left with the thoughts running through his mind. He heard the double doors open, as Jimmy and Johnny stepped into the room.
He couldn’t move. Frozen to the spot, he stared at the floor. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to cry, throw up, or scream in anger. A dozen emotions coursed through him, not bothering to move when Jimmy placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, we’ll take you to your room,” he whispered, he and Johnny coaxing Zack out of the room. Keeping his head down, they guided him to a room a few doors down the hall. The door was black, like the others, but this one had his name on a golden strip of metal. Johnny held the door open as Jimmy gently pushed him forward.
Raising his head, he began to take in his surroundings. The room was black, like the rest. There was a queen size bed in the middle of the room, covered with deep purple sheets. A dark wood nightstand was right next to the bed, holding an old clock and a lamp. There was a small chandelier on the ceiling, hanging over the bed. An opened walk-in closet was on the left wall, filled with clothes. He noticed most of the clothes were from home, which confused him.
As he slowly walked in to the room, Johnny and Jimmy shared a glance, the smaller nodding and exiting. Jimmy made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge. Zack soon followed, sitting next to the other, tension in his muscles making his shoulders burn. He relaxed as Jimmy wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. Giving up on trying to act tough, Zack rested his head against the other man’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He began to find it hard to be tense around Jimmy, appreciating how kind he and Johnny had been.
“Jimmy, what the hell is this?” he asked, looking up to blue eyes. Jimmy sighed, trying to think of a way to answer the question in the nicest way. Coming up blank, he decided to go with the bold truth.
“You heard him. We’re his property.”
Zack swallowed hard at the statement, despising the sound of it. Jimmy stood quickly, turning to Zack. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around the smaller man, earning a loose hug in return. Pulling away, blue eyes met green, both swimming with unreadable emotion.
“You should try to get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning to take you to the Master’s chamber,” Jimmy said, trying to hide the anger swelling inside of him. Without another word, he left the room in silence.
He stood outside of the closed door, leaning against it, listening to Zack rustling around in the room. He sighed to himself, knowing what he wanted – who he wanted – could get him killed. There was no way he could let Matt have him, but it was out of his control. He knew Matt, he would slowly break Zack down, until he was nothing, and it killed him to know there was nothing he could do. He slowly made his way to his room, every step leaving him feeling angrier and angrier with himself.
Zack sighed, hating being left alone in this foreign room. Making his way to the closet, he found a pair of loose fitting sweatpants and a black shirt at the bottom. Quickly exchanging his current clothes for his pajamas, he made his way over to the bed, slipping in between the purple covers. Curling into a tight ball, he wished nothing more than for Jimmy to come back in to the room, to lay next to him. Closing his eyes, he quickly fell into a fitful sleep, nightmares of what tomorrow would bring tormenting him.
A/N: I'm not exactly thrilled with this chapter, but I needed it to explain everything. The action will pick up in the next chapter, I promise :)
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