*Frank Iero’s POV*
Tons of computer screens filled up the back wall of the room. My eyes scanned the room, and floor, and after coming to the conclusion that I was safe to enter, I walked slowly towards the number of brightly lit screens. Each screen had what seemed to have a different area or room in the building we were in displayed on its monitor. I began to examine each monitor carefully, starting from the left side of the wall and working my way to the right. That is before I noticed a human figure had been standing in one of them.
‘Gerard?’ I whispered in horror. I gasped at all the needles that were surrounding him. What were in them? Had he been injected with something?
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck!’ I yelled, slamming my hand onto the monitor in front of me. Could he hear me? He looked terrified. He was scratching at the lower section of the door, frantically. But, why? I managed to tear my eyes away as a means to keep looking at the other screens. Perhaps I could find the other guys. I was right. In moments I had come face to face with a monitor that showed someone sitting, or should I say strapped, to a chair. I knew it was Mikey.
‘What the fuck is that in front of him?’ I murmured. I couldn't tell, as the quality of video wasn't too great. He was struggling in his seat, and I could see his head was ducked low.

The colour of red seeped into my vision. I turned my head to the center of the wall to see that one of the screen's was flashing red numbers. I moved from my initial position so I could read the numbers.
’60:00’
The feeling of panic began to sink in. 60 what? My breath became short and I backed away from the bright screens. I was scared. What was happening to Gerard and Mikey? My breath became caught in my throat.
‘Where’s Ray?’
I paced quickly forward to the screen's once more and began scanning profusely. I couldn’t see him. There were so many rooms, so many sets of stairs. How big is this place? I continued scanning until I saw the back of a man, who was standing in a darkened hallway, and I knew it was Ray. I could tell by his hair. But he wasn’t alone. He was backing slowly, oh so slowly away from someone who was standing in front of him. But I couldn’t tell for the life of me tell who it was. I looked back to the monitor with the numbers on them
’58:23’

What were those numbers? 58 what? 58 rooms? 58 people? I thought hard. Were we not the only one’s in this bullshit of a place? I ducked my head and thought for a good minute, before my head snapped back up.
Minutes.
Surely it meant minutes, that’s all that made sense. But, until what?
‘Oh, god.’ I groaned, and threw my head into my hands. My eyes were wet and my cheeks were hot. I was terrified and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to find my band members, my friends, and I wanted to find them fast. I raised my head back up and stood still.
‘I need to find them. I need to find them and get the fuck out of here.’

Notes

Hello!
I haven't written for a good year, I believe. How're we all?
I'm so sorry, I just think that I stopped writing when I heard of the break up. I was too devastated. But, after around a year and a half, I've come out of my hole of breakup-saddness, and I am so happy that each of the boys are doing their own things, and they all seem so happy to be doing so! As long as they are still in the musical world, using their amazing talents to good use and keeping themselves healthy, then nothing else matters.
Sorry for the chapter, I need to warm up x