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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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Ville woke up with a start. The rest of the band was already awake and they were staring in the direction of the stage. He looked over reluctantly, afraid of what he would see.
It was Roxanne. She was standing behind the drums, his letter dangling from her hand, tears tracked in mascara down her face, “I’m going to get you out of here.” She said.
Ville’s jaw dropped open. Just like that? He didn’t want to hope, because if it didn’t happen, that would be it. There would truly be no reason to live. He stood slowly. This was the first time he had seen her without the glass between them. She looked up at him as he approached, and he realized how short she was. That was an absurd thought to be having at that moment, “Really?”
She nodded, “I have to.”
He reached out and hugged her, crying into her hair, “Don’t fuck with me Roxy! When?”
She pushed him away, preternatural strength belying her size, “I don’t know when, but soon. Just promise me you will hang on, for just a little bit longer.” She looked past him to the rest of the band, who were too terrified to move, “All of you. I promise I am going to get you out.” She put the paper down and jumped up into the ceiling, “I’ll be back later today, I promise, and we can start to make a plan.” She called through the air vents. They heard the large outside door open and close.
Ville turned back to the rest of the band.
Migé spoke first, “I’m afraid to hope.” He admitted.
“Do you really think she’s going to do it?” Gas asked softly, “Do you really think she’s going to help us escape?”
Ville could only shake his head, “I know she’ll do what she can.”
They spent the day trying not to show their obvious stress. Jean Claude came by and demanded a performance, so they played some new songs they had been working on, mostly about how much they hated being held prisoner.
When they began to lapse into AC/DC covers, Jean Claude called a halt, “Seems like my pets are a little ungrateful today. I think I will come back when you are feeling a little better. If the next performance goes so badly, I think I will revoke your cigarette privileges.” He shut off the light and left them in the darkness to untangle themselves from the wires and cords of the stage.
It had been barely fifteen minutes since he’d left when they heard someone enter the box.
“Jean Claude is out for the night and I have a few hours before I must go myself.” Roxanne said and lit a small camp lantern. She set it on the floor and took a seat beside it, “Come here. I think I may have a plan.”
The band gathered around the tiny light, “What have you got?” Ville asked, lighting a cigarette, the threat of not having any stressing him out and causing him to smoke more.
She looked at each of them, “The first thing, most important, is that you all need to act like nothing has changed. Do what you can to keep Jean Claude happy. Play his favorite songs, stop writing ones about evil captors who lock people in boxes. Or at least don’t play them. It could fuck the whole thing off. Can you do that?” when they all nodded reluctantly she continued, “Alright, every six moths or so, Jean Claude goes to Asia and Japan to check on his various investments he has over there. He leaves me behind to take care of the house and pets. That will give us three days without him.”
Ville interrupted her, “What about the other people who are stuck here?”
“Don’t worry about them. Two of them don’t even want to leave.”
“And the other two?”
“They already have.” She didn’t elaborate on how, but they could assume what happened, “We will have a day to escape and then two to make sure he can’t come after you.”
“What’s going to stop him from snatching us up again and putting right back in this goddamn box?” Migé demanded.
“Me.” She said smiling evilly, “I am going send Jean Claude a message that says I have left certain documents with a lawyer and in the event of my death, or that you go missing again, it will have the locations of all his homes, warehouses, businesses, and even his boats along with all the information on his bank accounts, investments, stocks, bonds, everything. There will be nowhere for him to take you that will not be searched. He has left me in charge of his personal business for too long to have kept anything secret. The only reason he tours the investments he is going to is because they are foolish men who have no respect for women.”
Burton’s mouth opened and closed, as if he were going to say something.
“What?” she toyed with the ends of her hair.
“How do you know he will not simply buy new things and keep us there?”
“Because I will also make contact with some one I know who can take care of him if he does.” Again, she did not elaborate, and no one asked her to.
“So how long before he leaves?” Lily asked quietly, still scared to hope.
“Two weeks. Can you manage for that long?”
He nodded, “We’ll have to.”
“Okay, the second his plane leaves, I will come here and we will leave. There’s some minor obstacles leading out of the house, but I’ll take care of them. We will go straight to the airport and take you back to Finland. You can do whatever you want from that point.”
“What obstacles?” Ville asked, inhaling deeply from his cigarette.
“Guards mostly. There are seven that keep an eye on things around here.”
“And how are you going to take care of them?”
“It’s best that you don’t know. Anyway, I am going to continue to call him and tell him everything is fine, so that he will not suspect something while he is gone and the first he will know that you are free, is when he sees it on the news.”
“It’s so simple.” Gas remarked.
“Less to fuck up.” Burton said.
“Precisely. If you can just act like nothing is cooking, it will all work out.”
They nodded, more enthusiastically, “I think we can manage for another two weeks.”
“Alright.” She glanced around quickly, “I have to go now. Just remember, mum’s the word.” She doused the lantern.
Ville grabbed her arm before she could leave, “Will you come back later?” he whispered under the excited discussion of the rest of the band.
“Yes.” She promised and them was gone.
“I wish she’d left the light.” Migé sighed, “It’s maddening to sit here in the dark.”
“Shh.” Ville admonished, “We don’t know who may be out there, so no more talking about it alright?”
“Yes Dad.” He retorted.
“Shut up.”

Roxanne came back, as promised, when the rest of the band had fallen asleep. Ville was waiting for her, sitting cross legged on the floor, smoking a cigarette.
“Are you guys okay?” she asked, leaning on the glass.
“I think it’s better now.” Ville said, “What will you do once we’re out?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been on my own.” She answered honestly.
“If I didn’t have a fiancé, I would ask you to stay with me.” He paused when he heard her inhale, “What’s the matter?”
“Um, your fiancé, she got married a week ago.”
He almost dropped his cigarette, “What?”
“Um, she got married to some other model.” She said carefully.
“That whore!” Ville kept his voice low, though she could sense his anger, “What the fuck is that? I’m missing! She can’t hang on for a fucking couple of months. Goddamn bitch.”
“I’m sorry.” She said truthfully, “I was afraid to tell you.”
“That slut can go die now. I hope she left my flat intact.” He paused, “Do I even still have a flat?”
“Yes. You’re parents have been paying the rent because they were sure that you would be back soon.”
He sighed, “At least there’s that. Has Bam stopped?”
“Yes, I think so. He hasn’t done anything new anyway.”
“Let’s hope he can hold out for two weeks.” He sighed, “I can barely contain myself, I’m going nuts. I think the first thing I do when I get out is call him. I can’t wait to see him. You’re going to come have a drink with us, right?”
She laughed, “Alright. What are you going to tell everyone?”
“I haven’t thought about it. I’m thinking about just saying a madman in a foreign country kidnapped us and held us captive in a glass box.” He chuckled humorlessly.
“No one would believe you.” She said sadly, “You haven’t told the other guys about what I am, have you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t want to add another dimension of horror to the situation.” He caught himself too late, “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s alright.” She said sadly, “That’s precisely what it is. You have no idea.”
“And I think I would be pleased to never know.” He sighed, “Alright, what’s new in the world?”
“Same shit that’s been going on for the last half century.” She sighed.
“Roxy, are you alright?”
“Of course!” she said overly bright, “Look I have to go. Jean Claude’s going to be home soon and I don’t want him to catch me down here.” She left so quickly, Ville couldn’t say anything.

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