by Kimura
by Kimura
A/N: I do not own or know the Backstreet Boys. Due to the violent nature of this fanfic, I must stress that I would never wish anything bad to befall any of the Boys or their families. I love them very much and only want the best for them. Violence is simply a writing tool that brings out emotion and makes stories interesting.
Chapter 1 - Taken
AJ walked up to Brian, still wearing his sunglasses even though the sun had set. “Didn’t know you would be here.”
Brian blinked. “What’re you talkin’ about, Bone? You asked me to come.”
AJ looked over his sunglasses at the Southerner. “I did?”
“Hey guys,” Nick said cheerfully, joining the group. “Brian, I didn’t know you asked AJ, too. Did you ask all the guys to come?”
“I didn’t ask anyone to come,” Brian answered warily. “AJ asked me to come.”
“No I didn’t!” AJ cried, becoming more confused.
Two more cars pulled up and Kevin and Howie walked up to the other three BSB.
“Okay, wait a minute,” AJ said, putting a stop to all conversation. “I got an e-mail from Kevin asking me to meet here. Brian, who asked you?”
“You did,” Brian answered.
“Nick, who asked you?”
“Brian.”
“Kevin, who asked you?” AJ went on.
“Howie.”
“No way, man!” Howie cried. “Nick asked me!”
The five stared at each other.
“I think we better walk away,” Kevin said quietly. “Someone’s settin’ us up.”
The BSB nodded and started to head to their cars. They were thrown to the ground as five explosions went off simultaneously.
“Our cars!” Howie shouted, staring at the five balls of flame.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” AJ yelled.
“You aren’t going anywhere.”
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Kevin groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He was staring up a gray ceiling with harsh fluorescent lights glaring down at him. His mouth was like sandpaper. He slowly pushed himself into a sitting position.
The other four Backstreet Boys were sprawled out on the floor. Kevin had no memory beyond their cars exploding. He reached over to the nearest body and shook Brian’s arm.
“Whaaa? Where are we?” Brian asked, sitting up.
“No idea,” Kevin answered. He and his cousin woke up the other three.
They found themselves in a large gray room with two doors, no windows, and one strange wooden cupboard.
AJ got up and tried the large steel door first. It was locked. He went to the other door and found it led to a bathroom with a bath and shower. Still fidgety, he opened the odd wooden cupboard.
“I think it’s a dumbwaiter,” he announced.
“I hate to say this, but it sounds like they’re planning to keep us here for a while,” Howie said.
“Who are ‘they’?” Nick asked.
“Does anyone remember anything after our cars exploded?” Brian questioned.
No one answered.
The steel door opened. A man dressed all in black, with a long trenchcoat stood casually in the doorway.
The BSB stood.
“Who the hell are you?” AJ demanded. “What right do you have to lock us up?”
“None, I suppose,” the man answered dryly. “You’re our prisoners.”
“Who are you?” Brian asked, his eyes cold.
“No more questions. Which one of you wants to be first?”
“First for what?” Nick asked.
“I told you, no more questions. Who’s first?”
The five men looked at each other; none of them knew what to do. After a minute, Kevin stepped forward.
“Kev, don’t!” Brian cried.
“All of you will get your turn,” the man said, allowing Kevin through the doorway. “It’s just always interesting to see who’s truly brave.” The door slammed and locked behind them.
Howie rested a hand on Brian’s shoulder. “He’ll be all right.”
Nick started pacing. “What the hell are we supposed to do in here?! I’m gonna go nuts.”
“If you pace the whole time, you’ll take the rest of us with you,” AJ snapped, slumping against the concrete wall.
“Guys, we’re gonna have to stay together through this,” Brian told them. “We can’t start fighting.” He walked over to a corner of the room to pray.
Howie slowly walked around the room, looking for any loose stones or cracks. Or anything of interest.
At noon, the dumbwaiter came down with four plates of food.
“At least they’re not going to starve us to death,” Brian said, trying to be cheerful. His smile immediately faded as he tried to discern the contents of his plate.
“What the hell is this?” Nick complained.
“I don’t know,” Howie said, cautiously eating a forkful. “But it’s probably all we’re getting.”
“Man, what I wouldn’t give for a Big Mac right about now,” AJ moaned.