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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After what seemed forever, the cat stopped in front of a house on the end of a street on the outskirts of town, it waited, green eyes watching the humans intently.
“We - can stop?” Brad panted, doubling over.
“Shh!” Joe waved his hand frantically and scanned the house, noting there was no car in the driveway, and the house appeared to be empty.
“What’s wrong?” Nicola whispered.
“White Hoods.” Joe replied.
“What did you say?” Chester suddenly was alert - so where the others.
“White Hoods. If this house is it, there are White Hoods in there.” Joe said, watching the building intensely. Suddenly he pointed. “There. This is the house. The white cross on the gate there.”
“Did you have that dream? Where White Hoods were chasing you...?” Brad asked softly.
“Yep.” Joe walked silently towards the driveway, picking the cat up and cradling it in his arms before walking cautiously on.
“I had a dream like that too.” Chester muttered uneasily.
“You know, this is gonna make it all sound like a B Grade movie, but... So did I.” Phoenix whispered.
“Me too.” Rob agreed.
“Okay, guys, this is freaking me. Are you saying all of you five had the same dream about these ‘White Hood’ things?” Lindsay interjected.
“White Hoods aren’t things. They’re people.” Chester corrected.
“With serious racial views.” Joe added.
“Was that why you woke up in such a mess last night?” Samantha asked Chester.
Gravely, the tattooed singer nodded.
“Why are we standing here then? I mean... If Mike is in there, we should be getting him out?” Nicola sighed impatiently.
“Because if we go in there, there’s a good chance you’re gonna be killed!” Joe snapped.
“All the more reason to get Mike outta there!” Nicola retorted.
“That’s if he is in there...” Joe mumbled.
Brad watched this exchange of frenzied whispering before making up his mind and walking up the driveway, steadily, caution in mind with every solid step he took.
“Be careful!” Nicola whispered after him.
“Fuck this.” Chester shook his head and followed Brad, along with Rob, then Joe, Samantha, Nicola and Lindsay.
The entire group stole up the driveway, walking around to the wooden gate that bore the sinister white cross, and then sneaking into the backyard.
Joe gently put the tabby back on the ground and it hurried to the door, waiting.
“We are so going to go to jail for trespassing...” Lindsay muttered.
“Those people in there are so going to go to jail for murder if our dreams are anything to go by...” Chester mumbled in response.
Brad looked at Joe, who was fingering his pocket with a grim expression on his face; Joe caught him looking and reached into his pocket, revealing the end of a brand new pistol.
“For close encounters.” Joe explained in a whisper when he saw Brad’s shocked expression.
“Of which kind?” Brad asked.
“Any kind.” Was Joe’s reply.
“Well I’m not waiting for them to come out and get us. I’m going in.” Chester said at last.
Without any further discussion, he opened the backdoor and silently and swiftly vanished into the house.
“Wait for me!” Joe whispered, hurrying after him.
Before long, everyone was inside, their hair on their necks prickled as they looked around - wary - terrified as mice.
The house was as silent as a tomb, so they continued on, looking around in every direction, the women, unsure of what to expect, but the men, knowing exactly what they didn’t want to find.
Chester reached a closed door and stood there, uncertain but then upon a deciding, he put his ear to the door and listened, hearing the sound of crying on the other side.
He waved his hand frantically for the others to come and listen too.
“Mike?” Phoenix asked.
“No.” Chester whispered.
Chester took hold of the door knob and counted to three, then turned the brass knob and swung the door open - expecting White Hoods to come rushing at him.
He blinked in shock at the person before them.
It was a little girl, only about seven, chained to the concrete floor, and when the door opened her eyes widened in horror and flashed fear.
“Hey...” Chester took a tentative step closer. “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you...”
“Where’s mommy?” She whimpered.
“Shh!” Chester put his finger to his lips. “We’re going to get you out okay?”
The girl nodded.
“Brad hand me that doohickey there.” Chester pointed at the table in the corner.
Brad handed him the screwdriver and then Chester walked over to the girl, gently he undid the collar attached to her neck and then unbolted the awful leg irons.
Her skin was bruised badly and she had lacerations all down her legs, she was still sniffing and her bottom lip trembled.
There was a sticky substance on her clothes and Chester’s gut lurched at the thought of what it might be.
“I want to go home...” She sniffed.
“We’ll get you home, don’t worry. What’s your name?” Chester asked softly.
“Bridget.” The girl said.
“Okay Bridget, I’m going go and see who else is here. Samantha will look after you okay?” Chester said.
Bridget rubbed her eyes and nodded.
Chester gently shifted the child’s weight and handed her over to Samantha, who took the teary seven year old tenderly into her arms.
Brad made it to the next door first; he put his ear to the door just as Chester had done and found himself listening to moaning and cries.
The voices sounded older, and Brad’s heart pounded even faster.
Brad took a deep breath and whipped the door open - only to be met with the most horrific sight in his entire life.
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