Patrick Stump

I found myself in a dark forest. I felt the anger melt away as the music stopped, a familiar sense of exhaustion took over instead. My hand still hurts like hell, well i guess the hand I don’t have anymore. I glanced at the hook replacing my hand. Shivers ran down my spine as I recalled being strapped down and having it cut off. I remember being tied up and blindfolded in the back of a van with Pete, Joe, and Andy. I think that’s how I got here, I don’t know where anyone is because or the kids. I wonder if everybody is okay? They had hatchets, spiky bats, and I don’t know what else. I don’t remember much but I know I’m lost in this forest.

I wandered around aimlessly as I scanned my dark surrounding. I could barely see but I heard a loud snap. I turned to the sound and saw the outline of a person. I backed away thinking it was one of the women that possessed me with the music. I didn’t want to be under their control. I didn’t want to hurt anyone let alone the rest of my band. “Who are you?” I asked the still barely visible figure that stood about eight feet in front of me.