SCENE 15
Mr. Bartholomew had been stressing about the lost students all week. He had slept a wink since Harold’s disappearance. The man seemed like he was going to pass out at any moment. Craig and Jerald P made sure to keep him stable though. They had been talking for quite some time about both the disappearances and the Musicale. But, Craig made one move that he partially regretted making. “Mr. Bartholomew, sir. We need to start practicing for the Musicale or else we won’t be able to perform it by the end of the week.” Craig stated.
Mr. Bartholomew considered Craig’s thought greatly. “Craig, I’m not sure if there’s enough time, plus not to mention we still need to find the others.” He was right, there likely wasn’t enough time, and they still needed to find everyone else.
“Yeah, Craig. We can’t just be like, ‘the show must go on,’ or anything like that.” Jerald P added.
“But it must! We’ve still got the Jammers, Jerald P and I.” Craig counted on his fingers and held up three fingers on each hand. “That’s about six people.” Craig was never good at math.
“Well, I’ll see what I can do, but in the meantime, please continue searching for the others.” Mr. Bartholomew’s response made Craig’s heart overflow with joy, and it showed on Craig’s face.
“We shall, sir.” Jerald P replied.
“Thank you, gentlemen.” The man walked back into the stage room because they had been standing right outside the entrance doors in the main lobby ever since Zachary was taken. Craig was thrilled to see that he was one of the last people standing alongside Jerald P and the Jammers.
“Okay, so now that there’s still a chance that the Musicale will be performed, what should we do?” Craig asked, showing that he wasn’t paying much attention to Mr. Bartholomew when he was speaking.
“Look for the others like Mr. Bartholomew said at least three times now!” Jerald P roared.
“Sorry, I’m just glad that the Musicale is still going.”
“You really need to stop being so self-centered and start caring for others. Or else you’re going to be feeling miserable in the future. I’m going to go look for the others some more.” Jerald P left without letting Craig say anything else. He didn’t deserve to say anything else, he didn’t even deserve to be here at camp. Craig sighed as he stayed behind for a while, hoping Jerald P would come back, but he didn’t.
Killer Jam had stopped pacing and pulled out his phone. He dialed in Blood Bass’s number and waited for her to pick up. The seconds felt like minutes and Killer Jam was growing anxious. He was relieved when she finally answered her phone with a hello. “Bass! Synth! I need you guys here! Now!” Killer Jam demanded. Blood Bass asked why, but she should already know. “It’s important! Just, come as quickly as you can! And bring Drum with you!” Killer Jam then hung up without waiting for a response back. Before he knew it, Blood Bass, Sadistic Synth, and Dead Drum bursted through the Gauntlet’s entrance doors and rushed up to Killer Jam.
“What is it that you need?” Blood Bass asked, trying to catch her breath.
“Craig is taking it too far! He needs to be stopped once and for all!” Killer Jam shouted.
“So, that’s why you need us?” Sadistic Synth questioned. His irritability grew from his lack of sleep.
“Of course! Craig is trying to convince Mr. Bartholomew to have us start practicing for the Musicale. And that’s where Bass comes in.”
“Why me?” Blood Bass wondered.
“Because, you can sing better than any of us and you’re going to be singing the opening theme for the Musicale, if Mr. Bartholomew lets you.” While Blood Bass was flattered by Killer Jam comment, she remained nervous about what his strange plan was.
“Why do you need Drum and I?” Sadistic Synth asked.
“I need Drum to stay here and keep watch over our victims and you to help me capture Mr. Bartholomew once Bass is done singing the Musicale’s opening theme.” Killer Jam’s blood was pumping vigorously through his veins and arteries as he was getting excited about how his plan was going to go down.
“Gotcha.”
“All right, Bass, get to Mr. Bartholomew.” Blood Bass nodded her head and hurried out of the Gauntlet and into the stage room where Mr. Bartholomew was currently at.
“Synth, come with me!”
“Aye aye, captain.” Sadistic Synth chuckled as his followed Killer Jam.
“Drum, make sure no one leaves here!” Dead Drum nodded and crossed his arms and stood by Zachary, who was taken out of the dark room full of victims, as he was still unconscious. “Let’s go!” With that, Killer Jam and Sadistic Synth stormed out of the Gauntlet, leaving Drum to watch over the place. He wasn’t the slightest bit worried since Zachary was more of a flight-over-fight kind of guy. He then walked up onto the stage towards the drum set and picked up two drumsticks and examined them. They weren’t any special drumsticks, sadly. He got distracted by a strange sound. Like mumbling or something. He turned to see that Zachary was mumbling in his sleep. Zachary kept mumbling as Dead Drum stared and shook his head. But, the mumbling only got louder. Drum set the drumsticks down and walked offstage over to a mumbling Zachary. His mumbling got outrageous as he started shaking and squirming in the chair.
Zachary’s eyes shot open, and Drum was scared to death. The teen swooped his tied hands under his feet, stood up, and grabbed the chair and threw it at Drum. Drum’s reflexes were exemplary much to Zachary’s disadvantage. Drum hurled the chair aside. Zachary stormed towards the exit, but Drum had made it onto the stage and held a cymbal in his hands by the time Zachary stopped and looked over his shoulder to see what the man was doing. Drum flung the cymbal frisbee style at Zachary.
“What the…?!” Zachary quickly ducked to avoid getting decapitated. The cymbal crashed into a wall directly behind Zachary. Zachary knew he had to act fast or he was a dead man. Drum jumped offstage and stomped his way towards Zachary. The kid ran over to the cymbal, with the rope loosening and sliding off his hands, and grasped it tightly. He stood up only for Dead Drum to knock him down again. Pain burst throughout his whole back from impacting the solid ground.
He lifted the cymbal in the air with both of his hands and slammed it down onto Dead Drum’s foot. He grunted loudly as his foot felt like it had just been broken. Zachary lifted the cymbal again and swung it against the injured maniac’s knee. He grabbed his knee and kept grunting and groaning in pain. His knee must’ve been twisted now, if not at least bruised. Zachary acted quickly and swung the cymbal towards the man’s face, but he caught it with his open right hand. Zachary struggled to gain control over to cymbal, but Dead Drum’s strength outweighed Zachary’s by a long shot. Dead Drum got the cymbal and tossed it aside.
“Come on man! That was my only way to fight back!” Zachary complained. Dead Drum scoffed at Zachary’s naivete. “Fine, then. Bring it!” Zachary growled as he held up his fists. And Dead Drum did the same.
“Synth, you go after Jerald! Craig is mine!” Killer Jam commanded as he and Sadistic Synth stormed through the lobby.
“On it!” Sadistic Synth answered.
Killer Jam pulled his phone and dialed in Dead Drum’s number, hoping that he would pick up. The dial tone continued for a few seconds before reaching the answering machine. Something was wrong, but there was no turning back. Not now. If he was going to get the job done, it had to be right here, right now. “Come on, pick up!” Killer Jam groaned before hanging up. “Drum’s not answering. Something must be wrong. But, I’m sure he can handle it.”
“Wait a minute, where do you think Jerald and Craig are?” Sadistic Synth asked.
“In the back room!” Killer Jam shouted as he and Sadistic Synth ran to that location.
“Well, no sign of Craig.” Sadistic Synth stated. Killer Jam was both frustrated and confused because Craig was supposed to be here and surprisingly, he wasn’t.
“Where could he be if he’s not in here?” Then, they heard an opening door, the bathroom door. But, it wasn’t Craig who walked out of there, it was Jerald P. Everyone stood still, all shocked to see each other in this place.
“I’ve got this one.” Sadistic Synth said and walked up to Jerald P. Killer Jam stood in place to see what was going to happen. Jerald P stood stiffer than a brick wall as he and Sadistic Synth stared into each other’s souls. “Aw, you can’t seem to want to fight back.”
Thud!
Sadistic Synth received a strong punch to his jawline, but laughed it off and looked at Killer Jam. “Go! I told you, I’ve got this.” Killer Jam did as Sadistic Synth said and hurried out of the back room and proceeded his search for Craig. There were a few other places Craig could’ve been, but Killer Jam didn’t have much time to search all of them.
Zachary and Dead Drum had been throwing punch after punch after punch and they’ve been dodging punch after punch after punch. They both were losing energy way faster than either of them expected. Zachary kept the complaints coming. “This is getting tiring.” He tried to lunge at Dead Drum. Instead, Dead Drum grabbed the teen and tossed him into a chair. Zachary groaned in pain as his side felt broken in many places, but Zachary is quite exaggerative. “Why?!” Zachary yelled. Dead Drum walked over to the teen, pulled out his helpful spray can, and held it in Zachary’s face.
“Not this again.” His last words before getting a face full of spray and a nice nap. Dead Drum pulled out his cell phone and the first thing he read was ‘One Missed Call’ from Killer Jam. Dead Drum knew that if he didn’t put Zachary away and text Killer Jam back, he’d be in serious trouble.
Jerald P didn’t realize how quickly he had reacted to punch this psycho in the face. His blood was pumping faster than the thump of a rabbit rapidly tapping its foot against the ground. Sadistic Synth just laughed as Jerald P stared at him, waiting for something to happen.
“Come on, Jerald. You can fight better than this!” Sadistic Synth shouted.
“I’m just warming up!” Jerald P roared back.
“Then you’ve got to chill out!” He gave a swift kick, launching Jerald P backwards into the bathroom. He hit the floor hard and pain exploded in his back. Synth grabbed Jerald P, walked him over to the sink violently, and speedily turned the cold water on. The rush of water was all Jerald P’s ears could hear currently, and he didn’t want to freeze his face off. Sadistic Synth grabbed Jerald P’s face and tried shoving it into the sink that was filling up with the frigid water. Jerald P planted his hands against the sink and pushed against Sadistic Synth. Sadistic Synth let go of Jerald P and quickly stepped back and watched as Jerald P tumbled into a wall that was behind him. Sadistic Synth stepped forward and grabbed Jerald P’s shirt and stood him on his feet.
“Now things are heating up, aren’t they?” Sadistic Synth growled.
Jerald P’s hair was on fire from his burning fury. “Like my anger!” Jerald P spun around and pinned Sadistic Synth against the wall, smashing his face slightly. He groaned in pain, but he spotted something that would be beneficial in his predicament. A snare drum that stuck out of a changing room a short way. It caught Jerald P’s attention too. “What are you looking at?” He asked, only to receive an elbow to his side. It felt like he had just been hit by a hammer or something of similar strength. Sadistic Synth pulled the snare drum out all the way and glared at Jerald P. “Drum roll, please!” He shouted as he started drum rolling on the snare.
Jerald P’s eyes widened in fear. “Oh, no.” Sadistic Synth uppercut the snare, making it fly in Jerald P’s direction at a shockingly high speed. Jerald P held his hands out and caught the projectile. Sadistic Synth charged at Jerald P, but Jerald P was grateful for his reflexes when he swung the snare against Sadistic Synth’s face, making him twirl. He laughed briefly before falling onto his back, knocked out.
Jerald P never expected this moment to come where he’d defended himself against a madman, and of all things, he stopped him with the swing of a snare drum. But that was the least of his concerns, he still needed to go find Craig. “I’ve got to find Craig, and fast!” Jerald P knew that one of the kidnappers had to be going after Craig now, there was no one else left except for Mr. Bartholomew and the Jammers at this point.
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