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Demon In My View	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1968 -:- 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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“You know what else always happens in scary movies…” Johnny’s voice wavered, Jimmy felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, as one they all slowly turned to look down the hallway behind them. The hall was empty, Jimmy let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding Johnny trembled next to him.

“Jesus guys, now we’re just scaring ourselves, alright, we need to find Zacky.” The calm was back in Matt’s voice and Brian’s nerves settled at the sound. They turned back around and Jimmy nearly died, Johnny let out a short scream, Matt froze, and Brian swore. There in front of them was a small woman in a white gown peeking at them from one of the hallways.

A sharp jolt of pain brought Zack back into the waking world, another one made him scream and thrash against his bonds. The whispery voices were back, someone laughed maniacally somewhere off to his right and there were sharp screams of pain coming from all around him. The bright overhead lights still poured their sterile light down on him and another shock jolted his system and Zack literally felt his heart skip two beats before it picked up again; his skin felt like it had been rubbed with acid, the icy cold felt like it had clawed its way inside his body and he shook uncontrollably. He still couldn’t turn his head, there were soft noises all around him, footsteps, doors closing, people talking, and the chilling shrieks continued their hideous chorus. A shadow loomed over him, Zack cracked his eyes open and felt adrenaline flood his system, tremor after tremor racked his body but he was to afraid to look away.

The doctor was wearing, what at one time had probably been a white surgical mask, but now it was smudged and dirtied with dark brown and black stains, his eyes had been carved from his skull; bloody gouges were all that were left, the scalpel that had done the deed was still lodged in one of he sockets. The surgeon raised a gloved hand and held up another scalpel, the insane laughter he had heard earlier was louder now; Zack closed his eyes and cried silently when he felt cold steel press against his throat.

“Hi?” Brian could feel his arms trembling as the young woman continued to look at them. Jimmy was tense behind him and Brian was pretty sure he could hear Matt’s heart thundering next to him, or else that was his. Johnny seemed to be the calmest one, considering the situation, which was definitely putting Synyster even more on edge.

The woman, Brian realized as he looked closer, was actually more like an older girl, probably no older than fifteen or sixteen, her raven black hair reached just under her chin. Her large dark eyes looked at them fearfully from under her bangs; her snow white skin almost blended with her white gown. She looked slightly disheveled, the hem of her gown was tattered and smudged with dark stains that looked like dirt, her hair had an almost cute tendency to try and go four different directions at once. She raised a hand and waved timidly; still watching them carefully, she started to take a step forward but instead retreated when the four of them tensed.

“Guys, I-I think its okay.” Johnny’s voice still shook but he sounded fairly sure of himself. Brian almost turned to look at him but thought better of it when the girl moved further back into her hallway; she continued backing up until the darkness engulfed her.

“Random girl in a creepy asylum with a missing guitarist does *not* constitute something that is ‘okay’.” Jimmy’s voice sounded strained and a little higher than usual but given the circumstances all their voices were probably close to a falsetto. With a sound that closely resembled a dog choking Matt jumped back into Brian; the guitarist lost his balance and went crashing to the floor with Matt on top of him. Synyster started to push the singer off of him but changed his mind and pulled him closer when he saw what had made him freak out. The girl was no more than four feet away from them, her eyes weren’t as wide or dark as Brian had originally thought, they weren’t even there.

The empty sockets yawned at them, the flesh around each of the gaping holes was mangled and tattered, like someone hand used their fingers to scratch and pull her eyes out. Massive purple bruises covered her forearms and neck; the dark stains that had looked like dirt now looked like dark smudges of dried blood. Jimmy had his mouth open in a silent scream, Johnny had a deer-in-the-headlights look, and Synyster could feel the intense tremors that rippled through Matt’s body; Brian didn’t even fight it when his brain decided it was nap time and he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

Matt was under the irrational fear that if he didn’t wake Synyster up he was going to sink into the floor and never come back, he shook his head and tried to calm himself enough to keep the childhood fears of the boogey man and Freddy Kruger at bay.

“Matty, calm down, he’s okay.” Jimmy wrapped his arms around Matt’s chest and the drummer’s warm presence chased away the cold presence of the spirit still hovering in the peripheral of the room. It had taken a few minutes but the spirit had, through improvised sign language, conveyed to them that despite her grotesque appearance she was indeed friendly. They were still jumpy though and Matt really did not like the way Synyster was lying on the floor with his skin clammy and pale, he didn’t look like he was still among the living; almost as if he were cued by Matt’s thoughts Brian’s eyes snapped open and he sat up choking on a scream.

“Brian!” Matt practically threw himself on his friend and wrapped him in a tight hug. Johnny jumped on both of them shaking and knocking them over, Jimmy pulled them up after Synyster had calmed down enough to stop thrashing around. Synyster stood up and almost fell right back down when he saw the ghost standing behind Jimmy.

“Sh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay Syn, she’s not gonna hurt us.” Matt pulled him close and whispered in his ear, Brian’s breathing slowed but he didn’t stop shaking.

“C’mon, we need to find Zack and get the fuck outta here.” Matt tried to find a part of his mind that was still calm; they had five different hallways to choose from and absolutely nothing to tell them where Zack had gone. The thick layer of dust on the floor was clear of any disturbance, nothing had passed through this hallway since Wenley’s had closed.

“There’s another one of us,” Johnny’s voice was barely more than a whisper but Matt still nearly jumped out of his skin when he spoke.

“Have you seen him, can you take us to him.” Specter gave a hesitant nod and Matt had the feeling she really didn’t want to go anywhere near where Zack was; but she seemed to solidify a little more and began walking, well floating, down on of the halls. Jimmy followed without hesitation followed again by Matt and then Johnny and Brian.

He was being moved, the movement barely registered in his brain, but as he started to wake up more he realized he was definitely moving, moving way to fast for a human. His limbs were cold, stiff, and every inch of him ached and throbbed with sharp pains. Zack started to open his eyes and thought better of it; he really didn’t want to know what was dragging him through the halls. He realized after that thought that though he was still bound, there was nothing covering his mouth, without any hesitation he opened his mouth and started screaming.

They had only gone a couple hundred feet into the hallway and Jimmy had decided that he was never, *never* going to be crazy enough to be put in a sanitarium. They were in the ‘patient ward’ it looked like, steel doors covered all the rooms, some stood open and revealed the rooms in absolute chaos.

In one of the rooms the bed was flipped up against the wall, the small dresser drawers were scattered all over the place, pieces of what might have been a chair contributed to the clutter. Two rooms down the door was missing completely, dark smears covered the doorframe and large stains covered the floor of the room. Jimmy shuddered, they were getting Zack and getting the fuck out of this place and never coming back.

A hideous shriek echoed through the hallway, Matt yelped and grabbed his arm, their ghostly guide faded until she was barely an outline against their lights. The scream came again, it sounded like it was at the end of the hallway, the phantom girl solidified a little, Jimmy could still see through her but she started running towards the sound, well it looked like she was running, her feet didn’t really touch the ground.

Apparently whatever was dragging him didn’t like his screaming, something sharp raked down his bare chest and tore the skin open, his terrified scream turned into a shriek of pain. The same sharp thing ripped down his shoulder and he tried to stifle his screams of pain resorting instead to a pitiful whimper; which seemed to appease his abuser, no more hits came. The loud ‘whoosh’ of a door opening almost had Zack screaming again but as if anticipating him a warning slash ripped up his calf, Zack clamped his mouth shut and waited.

The terrified scream became a pained screech that cut off abruptly; Brian felt his blood run cold when the sound stopped. Their spirit guide started moving faster and so did he, a fearful adrenaline flooded his system; there was something following them.

The insane laughter he had heard before echoed through the room he was in and it made him tremble even more. More whispers surrounded him and someone screamed very close to him, Zack jumped and whimpered he kept his eyes firmly shut. He wasn’t being dragged anymore, something lifted him from the floor and he had the weird sensation of floating and then the terrifying feeling of falling over took him. Without even thinking he screamed as he fell.

The girl stopped abruptly and Jimmy actually wound up running *through* her, it felt like a thousand icy fingers gripping his body and wiggling their way inside him, he gasped in surprise and jumped away from her. Matt stopped before hitting her, Johnny and Brian stopped a few feet back. The ghost pointed at a dark pair of double doors and then started to fade out of sight. A scream came from the room and the girl snapped out of sight and the four ran towards the doors calling Zack’s name.

He couldn’t breathe, he tried to break the surface but someone was holding him under; he thrashed and fought as much as he could with his hands and feet bound, but he couldn’t get free, without even thinking he tried to scream again and his mouth was violated with the metallically taste of blood.

The room was full of bathtubs, any other time he might have found that funny, but now they ran towards the bathtub at the far end of the room. Someone in a white coat was holding someone under, their thrashing was throwing water everywhere; Jimmy felt a growl of fury building in his chest, the white clad person turned when they were almost on him and Jimmy’s furious sound turned into a whimper of fear.

Just like the girl his eyes were gone there was a scalpel or something sticking from one of his sockets, his surgeon mask was dirtied with dried blood; the front of him was soaked with fresh blood. With an inhuman sound he flashed out of sight and Zack broke the surface screaming. Jimmy reached him first and grabbed his arm to pull him out, Zack choked and tried to fight against him; his body shook uncontrollably.

“Zacky! Zacky, its okay, its me, its Jimmy!” Jimmy grabbed his other arm and dragged him out of the tub. Zack fell out of the tub still struggling against him; Jimmy grabbed his waist and pulled the terrified guitarist against him softly whispering to him and started to untie his hands. He was bleeding, Jimmy could smell the sharp tang in the air, Zack was still shaking but he wasn’t trying to get away anymore, when his hands were free he put Jimmy’s arm in a death grip and whimpered.

“Oh Jesus,” Matt sounded like he was going to pass out, “Jimmy, that’s not water.” Now he sounded like he was going to be sick. Jimmy looked down at Zack and felt bile rise in his throat, Zack was absolutely covered in thick, congealing blood.

“Guys…” Synyster’s voice sounded like he was on the other side of the room, Matt and Jimmy looked up momentarily confused and saw that he and Johnny were indeed on the other side of the room trying to keep the double doors from closing.

“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” Jimmy pulled the still shaking Zack into his arms and he and Matt ran for the doors. Johnny and Brian were pushing against the doors and yet inch by inch they continued to close pushing the bassist and guitarist in with Zack, Matt, and Jimmy.

“Go you guys!” Matt hit Synyster’s door full speed pushing it back maybe an inch, Johnny slipped away from his and it slammed shut with a loud ‘crack’, Zack whimpered in Jimmy’s arms. Jimmy slipped through the other door only a second behind Matt and then that door too closed violently.

“We need to go.” The whites of Johnny’s eyes glowed eerily in the limited light.

“You got him?” Matt asked quietly, he untied Zack’s feet and reached up to gently wipe away the blood on Zack’s face; Brian and Johnny did a double take when they caught a glimpse of their terrified friend. Brian turned a light green color and looked like he was going to faint again; if at all possible Johnny went another three shades whiter.

“Sweet Jesus, we need to go, Now.” Brian’s voice was a tiny whisper, Johnny nodded and they all took off down the hallway towards freedom.

They made it back to the front hall and found the camera crew gone; apparently they had packed up quickly, camera caps, flash bulbs, even an entire camera, and other bits and pieces littered the floor. The sun was starting to set, its bloody glow drenched the gray concrete and made Jimmy even jumpier, and they still had to get out to the car.

“Matt we gotta get the rest of this stuff off of him.” Jimmy stopped and tried to move Zack so he could carry him more easily, but the blood made his body slick.

“Zacky, I gotta put you down for a second, I’m not gonna let go, but we have to get the…blood off of you.” Jimmy whispered, slowly he put Zack’s legs under him and Matt used his shirt to wipe off the worst of it. Zack clung tightly to Jimmy the entire time and shook.

“’Kay, that’s the best I can do.” Matt said after a few minutes, he tossed the soaked shirt away from him.
Johnny made a panicked sound, Matt and Jimmy’s heads snapped up and they looked at him; Brian let his useless flashlight fall to the floor with a muted sound, Johnny shook his once and then he too let his drop. Jimmy looked out the window again; the sun seemed to be in one hell of a hurry to get behind the large trees of the drive.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here.” Matt turned and they ran out the doors racing against the setting sun.

A/N: *Indiana Jones music*
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