Demon In My View | By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Running down the drive Jimmy couldn’t remember why Zack being afraid of a shadow that morning was funny. The giant shadows of the trees blocked the burgundy and orange of the sun casting the drive into darkness. Zack was still shaking; he clung to Jimmy with a near bone-crushing grip and continued to make small sounds of fear and pain. Something moved through the shadowy underbrush beside the drive keeping pace with them as they jogged to the car, Jimmy tried to ignore it, out of his peripheral he saw Matt was doing the same; occasionally though it would come a little to close for comfort and both Matt and Jimmy would shy towards the other side until it retreated again.
An inhuman screech echoed through the trees followed by a chorus of cackling laughs from behind them. Things skittered through the bushes and the trees snapping twigs and rustling leaves, loud footsteps crunched behind them, shadowy figures darted across the path in front of them. They broke through the haunted forest and saw the car, a small island of safety among and ocean of evil and insanity. Brian had the keys in his hand, he popped the locks and they jumped in slamming and locking the doors behind them. The wind howled around the car and on it came the screams and laughs of the deceased insane; kicking up a spray of gravel they sped away from it all.
They drove in silence for what seemed like an eternity each lost in their own terrified little world. Jimmy was seriously worried about the smaller guitarist in his arms, Zack hadn’t said a word since they had found him, his bright emerald eyes were a dull olive and he continued to shudder and quake in Jimmy’s arms. His chest was mangled with lacerations, the soft skin of his belly was ripped and torn, and he was still covered in blood, the nasty metallic tang permeated the car. Jimmy could feel the blood caking and drying on his arms, neck, and face, he shuddered at the thought, they didn’t even know *whose* blood they were covered in. Johnny twisted in his seat and looked behind them at the dark road, Jimmy was sure they could all feel it, whatever had been with them on that long run from Wenley’s to the car was still there, keeping pace. Jimmy hugged Zack closer to his chest, Zack lifted his head a little, and blood dripped from his hair into his face, Jimmy wiped it away with his thumb and tried to comfort him as much as he could.
“Can we fly out tonight?” Johnny’s voice was only a hoarse whisper, but it sounded like he was screaming in the silence of the car, he still watched the road behind them fearfully. Matt shook his head, “No, we wanted to do that originally, but all their flights were booked, we’re stuck here until tomorrow.” Johnny turned around to look out the front and scooted closer to Jimmy and Zack. Matt reached over and gently rubbed Synyster’s neck until his white-knuckled grip on the wheel began to relax. Johnny reached up and managed to pull one of his hands off the wheel and he held it between his own until his bone white skin began to warm up to a healthier color. After a few moments Synyster was a little more relaxed, he rolled his shoulders and squeezed Johnny’s hand. Once Synyster was out of danger of having a serious breakdown Matt reached back and ran his fingers down Zack’s arm; Zack flinched and held tighter to Jimmy for a moment before he started to relax as Matt’s fingers warmed his chilled skin and rubbed away some of the dried streaks of blood.
“Where are we gonna stay tonight?” Synyster’s voice was still a strained whisper, like Johnny’s and also like Johnny it sounded like he was screaming in the eerie quiet of the car. Matt sighed and looked out his window, “Somewhere well lit, with lots of people.” The other three nodded in agreement, Zack ducked his head into Jimmy’s shoulder and continued to shake.
They made it into a populated town and found a gas station, before getting gas they parked in a somewhat shadowy corner of the building and Matt and Johnny went in and bought a few bottles of water. Using one of Brian’s workout towels they cleaned off the rest of the blood from Zack. In the shadows they still couldn’t tell what had happened to Zack’s mangled torso, but they had reached an unsaid consensus that it was bad, very bad. Jimmy and also managed to convince Zack to let go of him long enough to put a shirt and some pants on. Jimmy didn’t like being in the shadows, he had the feeling something was watching them; Brian tossed the crimson stained towel into the trash and then pulled the car over to one of the pumps. Zack seemed a little calmer when he was finally dressed, but he whimpered and tried to hide from the bright overhead lights of the gas station. They got gas and then they were off to find a well-lit and crowded hotel.
They drove around for about a half an hour and finally settled on a Holiday Inn, Brian parked close to the door and he and Matt went in to get their rooms. Jimmy and Johnny stayed in the car with Zack trying to get him to let go of the drummer. By the time Matt and Synyster came back out Zack had taken one hand from Jimmy’s neck, but he was shaking horribly.
“Fuck it, Zacky just pretend you’re asleep.” Matt really didn’t want to traumatize his friend anymore than he had to; Zack immediately wrapped his arms around the Rev’s neck again and buried his head in his shoulder, and his entire body relaxed completely.
“I said pretend you’re asleep not dead.” Matt shuddered at how still Zack was holding, the guitarist livened up a little and started taking slow even breaths. Jimmy carefully climbed out of the car still holding his ‘sleeping’ friend, the others grabbed the bags out of the trunk and they walked into the hotel.
Their rooms were next to each other on the second floor, Brian and Johnny were sharing a room and Jimmy, Matt, and Zack were sharing one; hesitantly they went to their rooms with fearful glances down the long hallway.
“Zacky, shower, you’ll feel better. Rev, can you stay with him?” Matt wiped at a missed smear of blood on Zack’s neck; Zack opened his eyes and looked at Matt with a dull and achy gaze.
“Zacky, go get cleaned up, we’re leaving here as soon as we can.” Matt leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah I can stay with him, where are you going?” Jimmy put Zack’s feet on the floor; Zack surprised him when he actually let go of his neck and turned around to latch onto Matt. Matt gripped him tightly and whispered quietly in his ear, after a moment Zack’s grip on him relaxed and he closed his eyes; Jimmy watched them silently.
“I’m going to make sure Brian and Johnny are okay.” Matt whispered Zack nuzzled closer to him and sighed; nodding in understanding Rev gently pulled Zack away from the singer and pushed him into the bathroom. Matt glided past them and silently slipped out the door.
“’Kay Zacky, you’re taking a shower,” Jimmy reached in and turned on the shower, the sound made the guitarist jump, “I’m gonna be right outside the door ‘kay? Nothing’s gonna hurt you.” He reassured the terrified guitarist; Zack stared at the bathtub fearfully and backed towards the door.
“Zacky, it’s okay, c’mon you’re safe now. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Matt’ll be back soon too, probably with Syn and Johnny, you know they won’t let anything hurt you.” Jimmy carefully held his wrists and tugged him back into the small bathroom; Zack tightly wrapped his arms around the lanky drummer’s waist and buried his head in his shoulder.
“Zacky, it’s okay.” Jimmy tugged at the hem of his shirt, after a moment Zack let go of his waist and let the drummer pull his shirt off.
Jimmy felt his stomach churn as he got his first good view of Zack’s mutilated torso. Hideous gashes ripped from his shoulders to the middle of his chest were another long nasty gouge tore from the base of his neck to his belly-button. There were two more vicious strokes that came up from his hips and met the larger one down his middle. Dozens of other smaller lacerations covered his ribs and arms, what looked like claw marks ripped down the right side of his chest and down his left shoulder. A lot of the smaller rips had torn open and blood trickled down his battered body; Zack whimpered and started shaking again.
“Zacky…” Jimmy really had nothing to say, there wasn’t anything he could say, he carefully pulled the smaller man against him.
“We’ve gotta get this cleaned Zacky.” Jimmy cringed at the thought of trying to wash his friend’s mangled skin, but God only knew what kind of sick infections he could get, especially after being dunked in blood, Jimmy shuddered.
“C’mon, I’ll help you, I’ll be right here.” Jimmy lightly squeezed his waist and felt the small tremors that shook Zack’s body begin to lessen. Zack numbly unbuttoned his pants and after a moment he stood naked in front of Jimmy. Jimmy stripped down to his boxers and then climbed into the shower and held a hand out for Zack. Zack looked from his out stretched hand to the tub and then at the door, but after a hesitant step forward he reached out his own hand and let Jimmy pull him under the warm spray of water.
Zack looked horrible, Jimmy had been hoping that the warm water would add some color back to his skin but he stayed pale as ice. His medium length black hair fell over the side of his face and the blood that had clotted there began to dissolve in the warm water and stained the bottom of the tub crimson before swirling down the drain. Zack whimpered as he huddled miserably under the cascade of water, Jimmy sighed and tried to force his stomach to behave, he pulled Zack against him again and gently began running his hands through Zack’s hair to dislodge the rest of the blood. The thick clots wrapped around his fingers and Jimmy again felt bile rise in his throat as the burgundy strands twined and slithered across his hands and fingertips. Zack’s snow white face rested against Jimmy’s chest, his eyes were closed and scarlet trails of blood carved channels down his forehead, over his eyelids, and finally cut tear tracks down his cheeks before falling to the floor of the shower like spilled wine.
“Stings.” Jimmy could barely hear Zack’s pitiful whimper.
“I know baby, but we gotta get this clean.” Jimmy hugged the smaller guitarist closer and reached around him to turn the hot water up; Zack wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s slim waist. The tension in Zack’s muscles began to ebb a little as the scorching hot water cascaded over his shoulders and Jimmy’s finger’s massaged gentle circles on his scalp.
Finally when Jimmy was sure he wasn’t going to be able to control his stomach any longer the water running out of Zack’s hair was clean and pure.
“’Kay Zacky, keep your eyes closed.” Jimmy whispered he reached down and grabbed the hotel shampoo and conditioner and lathered Zack’s hair; Zack looked like he was asleep, his warm breath whispered across Jimmy’s chest peacefully. Jimmy rinsed the soap from his hair and lightly pressed his lips to Zack’s forehead. Zack opened his eyes, they still weren’t the emerald green that Jimmy was used to but they weren’t the dull olive he had come to loathe.
“Zacky, I gotta clean the rest of you.” Jimmy mumbled against the guitarist’s forehead. Zack slowly released the drummer’s waist and took a timid step back; Jimmy reached down and grabbed the small bar of soap and then changed his mind, “I’ll be back,” he shushed Zack when he started to whimper, “I’m not going far, I’m just going to the sink to grab some bodywash.” Jimmy opened the shower curtain and stepped out; he was back by Zack’s side in seconds with bodywash and a towel. Jimmy soaped up the towel and asked Zack to close his eyes again and he carefully began scrubbing his face. Jimmy tried not to hurt Zack when he started washing his torso but as careful as the drummer was Zack still flinched and whimpered when the towel ghosted over his wounds.
A loud knock on the door made both of them jump.
“Hey guys, can I come in?” Matt’s husky voice came through the door and they relaxed.
“Yeah Matty.” Jimmy called out, Zack whimpered and huddled closer to him; the door opened and Matt’s shadowy form came in and leaned against the counter. Zack shook and whimpered and clung to Jimmy.
“What’s wrong?” Matt stood and walked over to the curtain; Zack shied to Jimmy’s side and buried his head in his shoulder.
“He’s freaking out again, give me a second.” Jimmy said, he turned to pull Zack closer and whispered softly into his ear but Zack refused to be pacified, he moved further away from Matt still whimpering.
“Zacky, what’s wrong?” Matt reached out and started to pull the curtain back and Zack let out a piercing shriek that ripped through Jimmy’s head like a knife and with a cackling laugh Matt’s shadow disappeared. Jimmy felt a shudder run through him and then another and another, his breathing was harsh and ragged, Zack continued to shake and whimper next to him. They stood together shaking, Jimmy trying to gather his scattered thoughts and Zack shivering against him.
After what seemed like an eternity the faint sound of a door opening and closing and the voices of Synyster, Johnny, and Matt drifted in to them. Again there was a knock on the door, this one was softer than the previous one but they jumped nonetheless.
“Jimmy? Zacky? Can I come in?” Matt’s voice was chillingly similar to their last visitor. The door opened and again Matt’s shadow played across the curtain.
“Matt?” Jimmy’s voice was strained and he hugged Zack closer.
“Jimmy? What? What happened, are you two okay?!” Matt practically jumped into the shower with them. Jimmy relaxed when he saw Matt’s living, breathing form and so did Zack.
“Here, take him and I’ll tell you guys when we get him comfortable.” Jimmy passed the shaking Zack to Matt, “What happened, Zacky…” Matt stared at his ripped torso a fleeting look of horror crossed his face but he covered it quickly and literally lifted the smaller guitarist out of the tub and then wrapped him in a towel. Jimmy shivered and turned off the water, Matt handed him a towel and then hugged Zack close again and gently started to dry him off. Jimmy slipped out of his wet boxers and wrapped the towel around his waist, “I’ll be back in a second.” He whispered and slipped passed the pair. He reappeared a moment later with another pair of boxers on and clothes for Zack.
Once they were dressed Matt picked Zack up bridal style and carried him out of the bathroom, Zack pressed as close as he could to the singer and shivered.
“Is he any better?” Brian got up from the bed he was sitting on with Johnny and instead moved to the bed Matt set Zack on. Zack curled in a small ball and shook, Jimmy came in and lay down next to him and pulled him against his chest.
“What the hell happened?” Matt whispered as he lay down behind Jimmy.
“I thought it was you Matt, it sounded just like you,” Jimmy whispered pulling his fingers through Zack’s hair, “Zack freaked, there’s something here, something followed us.” Jimmy pulled Zack closer and shivered.
“Whaddaya mean?” Johnny wormed his way between Brian and Zack and snuggled against Zack; Brian pressed against Johnny’s back and watched Jimmy worriedly.
“What’re you talkin’ about?” Brian whispered.
“The thing that was following us, its here, I don’t know where but it’s still here.” Jimmy’s voice was getting quieter and quieter; Brian could barely hear his whisper.
“We’re all here; we’ll keep each other safe.” Matt whispered, “C’mon let’s try to get some sleep, we’re all stressed and scared, we’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.” Matt pressed a small kiss to the back of Jimmy’s neck and felt the drummer relax a little.
A/N: Hahahaha I live!!!!! :) I don’t know when the next chapter will be up but I’m going to start pecking at it when I get the chance. I don’t think this chapter is as strong as the others so it might come down for some revising later on…
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