**Arun's POV**
Jay's face was pale as he paced back and forth across the room. His face was pale and his chin was trembling since He came here. I knew something was wrong. Michael and Andria had been missing since two days now and seeing Jay right now, gave me a hint of what was next. I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping on it as the horrible thoughts flooded my mind. It was a kidnap for ransom case and it was dangerous. I knew it wasnot impossible to happen after all the fame and money, but I never thought it would happen either. Not to Michael and Andria.
"Man, are you and Andria alright?" Jay asked worriedly through the phone, making me jolted in my seat and ran towards him.
"Is he alright?" I whispered. His face was unreadable, mixed with all the emotions inside him. He blinked hard as he raised his forefinger to try and stop me from asking any more questions.
"Michael?" he asked once again. His eyes went wide as his face seemed fearful to me. "No, no, please don't hurt them. We won't tell the police. We will give you what you want just please release them and don't hurt them please, please." Holy shit. I was right, they were being kidnapped. I gripped on my hair tightly as Jay practically cried out begging him not to hurt them, and boy I thought I was going insane right now. I had never imagine a feeling so intense like this.
I am Arun Roy, Brother of Michael Roy. I was the drummer of our group. Jay Williams was a guitarist. We were like best friends for a long time now. We made our band since college & achoeved lot of success. Andria joined us six months back as a female singer.
My heart was drumming fast inside my chest. I hope they were fine. "Jay what is it?" I asked him immediately after the phone slipped through his hand and fell into the carpeted floor, he ran his shaky fingers through his hair and sat on the couch, he clasped his hands together over his lips.
"They wanted twenty million dollars each. It'll be a total of forty million mate." He said with a shaky voice, a single tear slipped from his eye. "We have to produce that amount by tomorrow morning."
"We have to tell this to the police, I'm sure they will have better plans for this than to give them the money right away. That's a big amount of money."
Jay glared at me. "Really mate? That's what you're thinking right now?" he stood up in front of me, his shoulders were raising and falling as he breathed heavily. "They said if we ever tell the police about this, they will send them back to us in pieces." He paused for a second as his voice cracked. "In pieces Arun, in pieces!" he tilted his head back, blinking a couple of times, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes once again. "I don't know what to do man." He said, shaking his head. "But I guess we have to tell the boys about it."
I nodded. Rubbing my eyes as the tears brimmed in my eyes and swallowed a lump in my throat that seemed to be choking me. This would be a long night. And I hoped as the sun rises, we already should able to make a plan.
I followed Jay as he walked towards the room next to his; he knew the other boys were all there. They were worried as much as we did, but this news would definitely going to make it worse. As we entered the room, they were already arguing about something. It all showed on their faces, the confusion and bothered by what's happening. But something caught me and Jay's eyes as we entered. A man in a police uniform was sitting in the middle of the couch as they talk.
"Finally." Richard, The music composer breathed out. "We've been waiting for you guys, we're just too occupied with all these theories about Michael and Andria we never got the chance to call you."
Jay and I exchanged worried glances. Jay massaged his temple, trying to keep his composure. He was too much tensed now...." Richard , can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure." Richard walked towards us; his eyes were surely showing lack of sleep. "What is it Jay?" he asked confusedly.
"Why is there a police in here, what's happening?"
He paused for a while to think, then came up with an answer. " Jimmy told us this morning that he went to the police yesterday morning so the authorities went to look for them and..." he paused again for a while as his eyes saddened.
"What Richard?"
He sighed. "An officer said that they were riding on a brown Royal Enfield and been caught over speeding."
Jay and I exchanged glances again. Was the call just some sort of a prank? The question in my head was answered right away.
"But the officer said that he let them slide for an autograph in return. They were wearing black, and refused to show their faces, just in case some people will recognize them." He ran his shaky hand on his hair. The sight of him made me more anxious. "But that's not all. The reason there's a police right here is that... they saw the same motorcycle this afternoon at the side of the road along Morgan Hill."
My heart was like it was about to explode as Richard slowly unfolded these information.
"They have sent some rescues and search parties, but they were not found there." Richard continued. "But they found pieces of what seems like a broken mask beside the motorcycle. And the keys of the motorcycle was found somewhere by the lake."
"What the hell were they doing in there?" I asked what poped in my mind.
"No one knew, Arun ." Richard said shaking his head.
I glanced back at Jay who was sweating really bad and feeling uneasy. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. I adviced him "... I think you should really tell the police."
"Shut up Arun." He said quite annoyed, and shook his head abruptly. "Shit Arun."
"I'm sorry mate. But I'm worried too. We all are. But they know better than us when it comes to dealing with these kidnappers. They have to be caught Jay for god's sake."
Richard's eyes widened upon hearing our conversation. "What is this about Jay? Tell me, before it's too late."
Jay closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. "The... the kidnappers called me just a couple of minutes ago. But Richard you have to keep--."
"Listen, the kidnappers called Jay!" Richard screeched across the room just before Jay finished his sentence.
They all stood up quickly and head our way with their curious and worried faces.
"Did they ask for ransom?" the police officer asked.
Jay's face became pale in an instant. He crouched as he gripped tightly on his hair, slowly shaking his head. "No, no. They would going to kill them if I told the police, this was a bad idea. They said that they'll send them back in pieces! They'll kill Michael! They'll kill them both!" Jay said quite hysterically.
The police officer slowly walked closer to him, placing his hand on Jay's shoulder. "You have to trust us on this one Jay. They are not going to kill them. For that I'm certain, not now."
Jay finally lifted his gaze. "What are we going to do?"
"Tomorrow, they will call again. And we will track them, whoever they are."
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**Michael's POV**
Seconds later after I was dragged back in the filthy room inside the cabin, they came back dragging Andria with them this time. Why do they always drag people? They shoved her in the chair just like the chair I'm sitting at, they shoved her pretty hard that the chair stumbled backwards along with her, falling on her side and her wounded shoulder hit the ground making her scream in pain.
"What the fuck!" I said through gritted teeth, glaring at one of them. "Don't you have any respect for a girl? Were you born without a mother? "
"No." he simply said.
My jaws clenched. "Listen to me you monster. When I got away from here, you are in for a world of pain."
"You will not. And you will be stuck here."
"Not for long."
As they all head out this dark room. My mind was focused on the swiss knife hanging at the belt of Brian's dead body on the floor.....