Take Back The Image of the Invisible, chapter 2
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After changing his own clothes, i.e. putting on his old 'Tilt' t-shirt and a comfy pair of boxers Tré made his way back down the stairs, sliding on his socks across the hard wood floor and onto the carpet before plopping down on the couch, flipping on the T.V. and stretching out with a sigh. He channel surfed for a few minutes, finally deciding to watch some old Godzilla movie. It was amusing to see the strings and things hanging off the monsters, and the cheesy dialogue was always worth a laugh or two.
It was around ll:45, and Tré was beginning to drowse a bit as he lay in front of the T.V. when there came a knock on the door.
He sat up, muttering, "Who the hell would be comin' around this time of night?"
He stood up yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. It was probably Jason looking to crash for the night because he'd gotten too drunk to get himself home. Then again, it could be any of his fellow band members looking for a place to crash. The knock repeated as Tré ambled over to the door.
"Cool it dude, you're gonna wake Frankie and Ramona up. It is almost midnight for pity sake," the drummer muttered as he unlocked and opened the door.
He caught sight of the people on his doorstep and immediately tried to shut the door again, but the front man shoved himself through, forcing the door back open. Five men all dressed in black and wearing an assortment of masks forced their way in the door. The last of these five shut the door behind him.
"What the fuck do you assholes think your doing?" Tré growled as he edged in front of the stairs so that none of the men could get through.
He didn't know what these guys wanted, but there was no way in hell they were getting any where near Frankie or Ramona. Tré would rip them all to little bloody pieces if he had to.
A guy wearing a snake mask stepped forward, "Now, now Mr. Cool just calm down. No one is going to get hurt. We just need you to get out of the way so we can go about what we came to do."
"Get the fuck out of my house!" Tré snarled and kicked at the nearest guy.
"Wrong choice," whispered the guy in the snake mask. "Tank take him down."
Before the drummer could react one of the other guys came barreling from behind the leader and knocked Tré down, pinning him to the stairs. He punched the guy and struggled to get back, up but the guy wasn't called Tank for nothing. The fucker was HEAVY!
"Weasel, you and Rat get the hell up those stairs and check on the children."
Two of the people stepped around Tré and Tank, making their way up towards the bedrooms.
"Hey fuckers, get your sneaky asses back here!" Tré yelled.
He then turned and looked the person on top of him in the eyes.
"I know there is a rule about guys kicking other guys, but your buddies are pissing me the fuck off and I don't want them to get any where near my kids."
Tank gave him a confused look and Tré nailed him squarely between the legs and scrambled up the stairs after Rat and Weasel.
He slammed the first of the two into the wall and then tackled the other to the floor before yelling, "Hide!" as loud as he could.
He knew that both Frankie and Ramona would be awake after all the commotion and he only hoped they heard him and did what he said.
Just then, the other three men came pounding up the staircase and Tank grabbed the drummer, lifting him up by his shirt collar and slamming him against the wall. The leader who was wearing the snake mask came walking up as Rat picked himself up off the floor.
"Check all the rooms," he ordered, and Rat and Weasel took off again.
Tré struggled and tried to kick the stupid Tank person again, but every time he moved the guy just slammed him against the wall again.
"What are we gonna do with him Snake?" Tank growled as the leader stepped forward.
"Crow," he called simply and the fifth and final member of the group stepped forward as Snake stared up at Tré, who was still struggling in Tanks grasp.
"You have duct tape."
It was a statement, not a question. Crow obliged pulling a roll from his jacket and handing it to the leader.
"Tank, gag him and take him back downstairs."
The man followed orders immediately, pulling one of Tré's socks off his foot and shoving it in his mouth before slapping a piece of duct tape over it and dragging him back down stairs.
He took the drummer to the kitchen and threw him into one of the chairs, and sat down on his legs to keep him from getting up. He proceeded to pull out a long rope and he wrapped it tightly around Tré so he could barely breath, much less move.
Tank guffawed stupidly, "'All trussed up and bound and gagged up to a chair, it's so unfair' just like in that fuckin song your little band did. Irony's a bitch ain't it?" he sneered, standing up and moving around to the back of the chair.
"Let's go see the rest of the boys, shall we?" He grabbed the back of the chair, dragging it down the hall and in to the middle of the living room.
Tré struggled against his bonds trying to get free, but stopped dead when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rat and Weasel came stomping down the stairs, each holding one of his kids. Anger flooded over him as he saw this and he renewed his efforts to free himself. Ramona caught sight of her father and started thrashing about in the arms of her captor, kicking at him with all the energy she could muster. She finally succeeded in getting the man's hand into her mouth and bit him hard. Weasel dropped Ramona as he clutched at his bleeding hand, cursing under his breath. She then pelted over to Rat and slammed herself into his legs, causing the man to stumble and release his hold on Frankito in order to catch himself. Both kids fled over to their father. Ramona climbed up into Tré's lap and ripped the tape off his mouth he spat the sock out.
Rat and Weasel made to grab the kids back but Snake stopped them, "Easy fellas, let them have their little moment, they've got nowhere to run to."
Ramona had tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her dad's neck and took a shuddering breath.
"What are we gonna do now, Daddy? I don't want these guys to take us away."
Frankito scrambled up beside his sister and buried his face in his father's shoulder. Tré wished more than anything at that moment that he wasn't tied and could offer his kids some scrap of comfort. He hated being so helpless! Anger rose up from deep inside and his resolve grew. Rope or no rope, he was going to give Frankito and Ramona a chance to escape, no matter what it meant would happen to him.
"Ramona, you remember the hiding place I showed you and Frankito awhile back?" She nodded, tears leaking down her cheeks.
"I need you to take your brother and go to the hiding place. Stay there until I or Billie or someone comes for you okay?"
Ramona gave her dad another nod and wiped her eyes dry with her hand.
"What about you, Dad?" Frankie looked up at his father as he listened to the conversation between him and his sister.
Tré smirked, looking between the two. "Daddy is going to kick some bad guy butt!" Ramona smiled and then slid off her dad's, lap sticking close to him. Frankito didn't move. Tré looked down at his son.
"You listen to your sister and stick with her okay?" He nodded and whispered, "You show those bad guys whose boss Daddie!" before sliding down to the ground and taking his sister's hand.
Tré stood up as best he could. His legs hadn't been tied so he could still use his feet to some extent. The drummer swung around, catching two of the kidnappers and bowling them over using the chair.
"RUN RAMONA!"
She didn't need to be told twice. The girl bolted away down the hall with her brother in tow.
Tré slammed into Rat and Weasel, knocking them to the ground when they attempted pursuit. Tank charged him, but Tré sidestepped and wiped around to face the man getting ready to return charge. The drummer took two steps towards Tank before he felt a sharp blow to his shoulder. He whipped around and managed to catch a glimpse of a person in a crow mask before he caught another sharp blow across the face and everything went black.
It was around ll:45, and Tré was beginning to drowse a bit as he lay in front of the T.V. when there came a knock on the door.
He sat up, muttering, "Who the hell would be comin' around this time of night?"
He stood up yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. It was probably Jason looking to crash for the night because he'd gotten too drunk to get himself home. Then again, it could be any of his fellow band members looking for a place to crash. The knock repeated as Tré ambled over to the door.
"Cool it dude, you're gonna wake Frankie and Ramona up. It is almost midnight for pity sake," the drummer muttered as he unlocked and opened the door.
He caught sight of the people on his doorstep and immediately tried to shut the door again, but the front man shoved himself through, forcing the door back open. Five men all dressed in black and wearing an assortment of masks forced their way in the door. The last of these five shut the door behind him.
"What the fuck do you assholes think your doing?" Tré growled as he edged in front of the stairs so that none of the men could get through.
He didn't know what these guys wanted, but there was no way in hell they were getting any where near Frankie or Ramona. Tré would rip them all to little bloody pieces if he had to.
A guy wearing a snake mask stepped forward, "Now, now Mr. Cool just calm down. No one is going to get hurt. We just need you to get out of the way so we can go about what we came to do."
"Get the fuck out of my house!" Tré snarled and kicked at the nearest guy.
"Wrong choice," whispered the guy in the snake mask. "Tank take him down."
Before the drummer could react one of the other guys came barreling from behind the leader and knocked Tré down, pinning him to the stairs. He punched the guy and struggled to get back, up but the guy wasn't called Tank for nothing. The fucker was HEAVY!
"Weasel, you and Rat get the hell up those stairs and check on the children."
Two of the people stepped around Tré and Tank, making their way up towards the bedrooms.
"Hey fuckers, get your sneaky asses back here!" Tré yelled.
He then turned and looked the person on top of him in the eyes.
"I know there is a rule about guys kicking other guys, but your buddies are pissing me the fuck off and I don't want them to get any where near my kids."
Tank gave him a confused look and Tré nailed him squarely between the legs and scrambled up the stairs after Rat and Weasel.
He slammed the first of the two into the wall and then tackled the other to the floor before yelling, "Hide!" as loud as he could.
He knew that both Frankie and Ramona would be awake after all the commotion and he only hoped they heard him and did what he said.
Just then, the other three men came pounding up the staircase and Tank grabbed the drummer, lifting him up by his shirt collar and slamming him against the wall. The leader who was wearing the snake mask came walking up as Rat picked himself up off the floor.
"Check all the rooms," he ordered, and Rat and Weasel took off again.
Tré struggled and tried to kick the stupid Tank person again, but every time he moved the guy just slammed him against the wall again.
"What are we gonna do with him Snake?" Tank growled as the leader stepped forward.
"Crow," he called simply and the fifth and final member of the group stepped forward as Snake stared up at Tré, who was still struggling in Tanks grasp.
"You have duct tape."
It was a statement, not a question. Crow obliged pulling a roll from his jacket and handing it to the leader.
"Tank, gag him and take him back downstairs."
The man followed orders immediately, pulling one of Tré's socks off his foot and shoving it in his mouth before slapping a piece of duct tape over it and dragging him back down stairs.
He took the drummer to the kitchen and threw him into one of the chairs, and sat down on his legs to keep him from getting up. He proceeded to pull out a long rope and he wrapped it tightly around Tré so he could barely breath, much less move.
Tank guffawed stupidly, "'All trussed up and bound and gagged up to a chair, it's so unfair' just like in that fuckin song your little band did. Irony's a bitch ain't it?" he sneered, standing up and moving around to the back of the chair.
"Let's go see the rest of the boys, shall we?" He grabbed the back of the chair, dragging it down the hall and in to the middle of the living room.
Tré struggled against his bonds trying to get free, but stopped dead when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rat and Weasel came stomping down the stairs, each holding one of his kids. Anger flooded over him as he saw this and he renewed his efforts to free himself. Ramona caught sight of her father and started thrashing about in the arms of her captor, kicking at him with all the energy she could muster. She finally succeeded in getting the man's hand into her mouth and bit him hard. Weasel dropped Ramona as he clutched at his bleeding hand, cursing under his breath. She then pelted over to Rat and slammed herself into his legs, causing the man to stumble and release his hold on Frankito in order to catch himself. Both kids fled over to their father. Ramona climbed up into Tré's lap and ripped the tape off his mouth he spat the sock out.
Rat and Weasel made to grab the kids back but Snake stopped them, "Easy fellas, let them have their little moment, they've got nowhere to run to."
Ramona had tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her dad's neck and took a shuddering breath.
"What are we gonna do now, Daddy? I don't want these guys to take us away."
Frankito scrambled up beside his sister and buried his face in his father's shoulder. Tré wished more than anything at that moment that he wasn't tied and could offer his kids some scrap of comfort. He hated being so helpless! Anger rose up from deep inside and his resolve grew. Rope or no rope, he was going to give Frankito and Ramona a chance to escape, no matter what it meant would happen to him.
"Ramona, you remember the hiding place I showed you and Frankito awhile back?" She nodded, tears leaking down her cheeks.
"I need you to take your brother and go to the hiding place. Stay there until I or Billie or someone comes for you okay?"
Ramona gave her dad another nod and wiped her eyes dry with her hand.
"What about you, Dad?" Frankie looked up at his father as he listened to the conversation between him and his sister.
Tré smirked, looking between the two. "Daddy is going to kick some bad guy butt!" Ramona smiled and then slid off her dad's, lap sticking close to him. Frankito didn't move. Tré looked down at his son.
"You listen to your sister and stick with her okay?" He nodded and whispered, "You show those bad guys whose boss Daddie!" before sliding down to the ground and taking his sister's hand.
Tré stood up as best he could. His legs hadn't been tied so he could still use his feet to some extent. The drummer swung around, catching two of the kidnappers and bowling them over using the chair.
"RUN RAMONA!"
She didn't need to be told twice. The girl bolted away down the hall with her brother in tow.
Tré slammed into Rat and Weasel, knocking them to the ground when they attempted pursuit. Tank charged him, but Tré sidestepped and wiped around to face the man getting ready to return charge. The drummer took two steps towards Tank before he felt a sharp blow to his shoulder. He whipped around and managed to catch a glimpse of a person in a crow mask before he caught another sharp blow across the face and everything went black.
