*Ray Toro’s POV*
I woke up with a start. I frantically searched to find out where I was, but everything was engorged by pitch blackness. I tried to move before realising I was strapped firmly into what felt like… a tank? Why was I in a tank? I called out for somebody, anybody, but knew I wouldn’t get any response. My head pounded horribly as I felt some sort of liquid trickle down my forehead. Was it blood? I couldn’t tell. Where were the guys? I wanted out. I didn’t want to be there anymore.
‘Please!’ I yelled, desperately. ‘Please, is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?’


Suddenly the room was lit up with extreme brightness. I burrowed my head into the side of my arm to shield my eyes from the horribly bright light. My head was killing me.
‘Well, well, well.’ A deep voice said above me. My eyes ripped open immediately before scanning the room I was in. I was indeed in a tank, right at the bottom of it to be exact. I looked through the foggy glass to see a sink not too far away from me, a dusty dresser in the far right hand corner and a dull, badly broken mirror on the wall in front of me. I pulled at the straps I was in, but they were far too tight to get out of. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed a speaker, a small camera and a tube.
‘Hello, Ray.’ The voiced boomed from the speaker. I jumped.
‘Who are you?!’ I yelled. A piece of my hair dangled in front my eyes. I quickly blew it out of the way.
‘What do you want?’
‘I’m not telling you who I am,’ the voice said in laughter, ‘that’s just silly.’
I groaned.
‘Well, can you at least tell me why I’m here?’
‘Just a test,’ the speaker boomed. ‘See if your friends can find you in time.’
‘In time for what?!’ I shouted, becoming extremely frustrated.


I felt a drip on my arm. I looked down to see a drop of water rolling down it and falling onto my lap. I wasn’t crying, was I? No, I wasn’t. I looked up to the ceiling once more. I spied the pipe. A single drop of water simply fell from it and landed on my arm again. What?
Slowly, one by one, the drops kept falling. After a couple of minutes the drops began to fall a slightly bit faster.
‘Uh, you have a bit of a leakage happening here.’ I called to the speaker. I heard laughter erupt from my mysterious spokesmen.
‘Wow, Ray, you’re not very smart are you?’ he chuckled. I drew a sharp breath in before waiting for him to continue.
‘It’s meant to be dripping.’
I widen my eyes slightly. I was deeply confused.
‘What? Why?’
‘Because,’ the speaker sighed, ‘each minute, the water is going to start falling faster, soon becoming a heavy stream, and well, look at the position you’re in.’
I froze in horror. I struggled against the straps, helpless.
‘You’re not going to let me fucking drown you asshole!’ I screamed. ‘I’ll be out before that happens; I’m not that fucking stupid.’
‘We’ll leave that in your friends’ hands. If they can find you and unstrap you, then of course you’ll be fine.’
I sighed in relief.
‘But,’ he started again, ‘if they can’t find you in 90 minutes then that water will quickly start filling that tank up. Your pretty head of hair will no longer be able to play in the all-fabulous My Chemical Romance.’


I started screaming and cursing as the drops continued to drop onto my body. I started panicking.
They’ll find me. Of course they will.
Will they?

Notes

OH MY GOD, RAY! Apparently his biggest fear is drowning in real life ~ so I just had to put it in here. I will also be putting the other boys' fears in some of the chapters too~

will the guys find him time?
will he ever be able to play his awesome guitar ever again?
only time can tell.


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