Affirmation Part 2c
Sorry for the lateness in the posting- black out around my area and the power just came on.
Anyways, here is the next part of my story: In which one of Melissa's dreams comes true and Julie notices something wrong.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
View the last parts here on my journal:
Prologue
Part 1a
Part 1b
Part 2a
Part 2b
The room was lit with several overhead lights with only one small window in the left most corner. The window was small enough for a small child or a very thin person to slip through. The room itself was a faded bluish-gray, like the rooms on the upper levels, but it was very bare except for several things. Five cots were pulled right up to the left and farthest walls. Two kerosene heaters were at the leftmost and rightmost sides of the room. Blocking off one corner at the right was a large, dirty brick red curtain. A similar colored, but smaller curtain blocked off a corner on the right, but on the opposite corner. A medium sized table with seven chairs was planted in the middle of the room, which was about double the size of a normal classroom.
“Damn! There are rooms like this on campus?” Sam exclaimed in shock.
“I don’t believe it!” Melissa whispered in surprise.
“What?”
“Look who else is here with Greg!”
Sam shook her head in disbelief. “I- Are these guys?”
“Drew Carey, Brad Sherwood, Wayne Brady and Chip Esten?!” Julie was in total surprise.
Wayne, Brad and Chip were hanging out by the leftmost heater while Drew was getting up from one of the chairs at the table. All four of them, including Greg, were still wearing the clothes they were in when they were abducted, their hair slightly damp, obvious evidence that they were thrown in a shower or hosed down in the past several hours.
Melissa grinned broadly. “Booya-ka, baby!!” She exclaimed as she began to sprint over to the trio of men, grinning like a crazy teen girl at a Backstreet Boy concert, when…
“MELISSA, HEAL!” Julie commanded. Melissa skidded to a halt, several feet from Wayne, Chip and Brad. She turned to the glasses wearing brunette, a distinctively pissed off look on her face.
“Damn it, Julie, I put up with your crushes of Michael T. Weis, Johnny Deep, and Shawn Michaels, but can you at least let me have one little fangirl moment?!” Melissa spat, glaring at her friend.
“Something’s wrong here.” Julie stated, walking over to Drew.
“Darn right, little lady.” Greg nodded. Sam walked next to Greg.
“What happened to you guys?” She asked, her aqua blue eyes filled with concern.
Drew had a thin metal visor strapped over his eyes. Brad, Chip, and Wayne had thin metal collars around their necks. Greg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Looks like some weird S&M gear…,” Melissa blurted out, causing everyone to stare at her, Julie and Sam giving her dirty looks. “Not that I’m into that kinda thing, I mean….” She hastily exclaimed, trailing off slowly.
“Like I told you three, some crazy chick with a serious attitude and hatred for improve and Whose Line did this to us.” Greg restated. Julie shook her head in shock.
“What the hell did she do to you guys?” Julie asked, studying Drew’s visor.
“A lot. See this visor - it’s what she calls a Sight Deprivation Visor. It makes me almost completely blind.” Drew pointed to the metal object around his eyes.
“Like before you had that laser eye surgery a couple of years back, right? I remember hearing about it.” Julie nodded.
“Pretty much… uh…” Drew didn’t know the name of who he was talking to. Julie felt slightly embarrassed, realizing that fact.
“Oh, ah, I- I’m Julie,” Julie smiled, blushing slightly. “Those’re my friends, Sam and Melissa. Melissa’s the one that made the S&M comment.” Melissa shook her head before turning to Brad, Chip and Wayne.
“What’s with the dog collars, you guys?” she asked. Wayne pointed to the thin metal collar around his neck.
“Voice inhibiters.” Wayne whispered.
“They limit our speech.” Brad explained.
“We can’t say more than ten words.” Chip finished sadly, plopping down on one of the cots, making it squeak slightly.
“Like the game ‘Number of Words?’” Melissa asked.
“Pretty much, but crueler.” Chip nodded. Julie turned to the three men, having heard what they said.
“Why would anyone do that?! You guys’ve got brilliant voices!” Julie asked.
“Tell that to Lolita.” Wayne muttered loudly.
Sam looked over in puzzlement. “Lolita?”
“The lady who did this to us.” Brad answered, pointing to his metal collar. Sam still was puzzled, plus now looking alarmed.
“Why would she-?” she asked.
“Because she hates improv, “Whose Line is it Anyway?”, and pretty much all of us.” Drew stated coldly. Melissa crossed her arms, frowning.
“What a bitch! Is she one of those idiots that watch endless reruns of Friends and Survivor on a daily basis?” Melissa growled.
“Eh, probably.” Greg shrugged. Sam turned to face Greg.
“What about you? You told us that you’d swear if you could, what do you mean by that?” Sam questioned. Greg hunched over and pointed to the back of his neck. Both Julie and Sam checked where he was pointing, Drew standing with both girls. Right near the spot where his neck and head connected was a small, flat, silver disc about the size of a quarter.
“Is that what I think it is?” Julie gasped.
“Yup. Greg’s got a v-chip in his neck.” Drew nodded.
“If I swear or say anything remotely dirty or vulgar, I get an electric shock to my system.” Greg explained, lowering his hand.
Julie had an appalled look on her face as did Sam. “That is wrong, and in so many ways!” Sam stated.
“Not to mention cruel and unusual punishment.” Greg added, standing up straight.
“Well, screw that!”
Greg, Sam and Julie turned to see Melissa storm over towards them. She was visibly upset by all the revelations.
“It’s time to call in the big guns, guys and gals. I’m gonna call my pop,tell him what’s going on down here, and he’ll break you guys outta here in no time at all!” Melissa said, her blood boiling.
“Melissa, first, calm down. And second, you really think your dad and the Albany PD will believe us?” Julie frowned, holding up her hands. Melissa calmed down, grinned and unzipped her purse. She then yanked out a small, digital camera.
“Not unless we’ve got proof, Jaded Jewel.” Melissa winked.
“Ah, some photographic evidence, huh? Cleaver!” Sam smirked, nodding. Melissa, still with a huge grin on her face, began to snap so photos of the room and, of course, the men.
“Certainly photogenic, isn’t she?” Drew commented.
“You have no idea, Mr. Carey. You have no idea.” Sam sighed. Julie shook her head. Then she realized something.
“Something’s wrong…” She eyed the room suspiciously.
“Hm?” Greg looked down at Julie, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong?” Drew asked, turning to Julie. Sam then began to realize it as well.
“Weren’t there seven men reported missing?” She asked, looking around the room and taking a head count. Julie was scanning the room as well.
“We got Drew Carey, Wayne Brady, Brad Sherwood, Chip Esten, and Greg Proops here.” Julie counted. Melissa brought her camera down and looked around.
“We’re missing two guys.” She confirmed. Julie turned to face Greg, an expression of concern on her face. She knew exactly who were missing.
“Where’re Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie?”
More coming probably in a day or two, hopefully tomorrow if I don't lose power again here.
Anyways, here is the next part of my story: In which one of Melissa's dreams comes true and Julie notices something wrong.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
View the last parts here on my journal:
Prologue
Part 1a
Part 1b
Part 2a
Part 2b
The room was lit with several overhead lights with only one small window in the left most corner. The window was small enough for a small child or a very thin person to slip through. The room itself was a faded bluish-gray, like the rooms on the upper levels, but it was very bare except for several things. Five cots were pulled right up to the left and farthest walls. Two kerosene heaters were at the leftmost and rightmost sides of the room. Blocking off one corner at the right was a large, dirty brick red curtain. A similar colored, but smaller curtain blocked off a corner on the right, but on the opposite corner. A medium sized table with seven chairs was planted in the middle of the room, which was about double the size of a normal classroom.
“Damn! There are rooms like this on campus?” Sam exclaimed in shock.
“I don’t believe it!” Melissa whispered in surprise.
“What?”
“Look who else is here with Greg!”
Sam shook her head in disbelief. “I- Are these guys?”
“Drew Carey, Brad Sherwood, Wayne Brady and Chip Esten?!” Julie was in total surprise.
Wayne, Brad and Chip were hanging out by the leftmost heater while Drew was getting up from one of the chairs at the table. All four of them, including Greg, were still wearing the clothes they were in when they were abducted, their hair slightly damp, obvious evidence that they were thrown in a shower or hosed down in the past several hours.
Melissa grinned broadly. “Booya-ka, baby!!” She exclaimed as she began to sprint over to the trio of men, grinning like a crazy teen girl at a Backstreet Boy concert, when…
“MELISSA, HEAL!” Julie commanded. Melissa skidded to a halt, several feet from Wayne, Chip and Brad. She turned to the glasses wearing brunette, a distinctively pissed off look on her face.
“Damn it, Julie, I put up with your crushes of Michael T. Weis, Johnny Deep, and Shawn Michaels, but can you at least let me have one little fangirl moment?!” Melissa spat, glaring at her friend.
“Something’s wrong here.” Julie stated, walking over to Drew.
“Darn right, little lady.” Greg nodded. Sam walked next to Greg.
“What happened to you guys?” She asked, her aqua blue eyes filled with concern.
Drew had a thin metal visor strapped over his eyes. Brad, Chip, and Wayne had thin metal collars around their necks. Greg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Looks like some weird S&M gear…,” Melissa blurted out, causing everyone to stare at her, Julie and Sam giving her dirty looks. “Not that I’m into that kinda thing, I mean….” She hastily exclaimed, trailing off slowly.
“Like I told you three, some crazy chick with a serious attitude and hatred for improve and Whose Line did this to us.” Greg restated. Julie shook her head in shock.
“What the hell did she do to you guys?” Julie asked, studying Drew’s visor.
“A lot. See this visor - it’s what she calls a Sight Deprivation Visor. It makes me almost completely blind.” Drew pointed to the metal object around his eyes.
“Like before you had that laser eye surgery a couple of years back, right? I remember hearing about it.” Julie nodded.
“Pretty much… uh…” Drew didn’t know the name of who he was talking to. Julie felt slightly embarrassed, realizing that fact.
“Oh, ah, I- I’m Julie,” Julie smiled, blushing slightly. “Those’re my friends, Sam and Melissa. Melissa’s the one that made the S&M comment.” Melissa shook her head before turning to Brad, Chip and Wayne.
“What’s with the dog collars, you guys?” she asked. Wayne pointed to the thin metal collar around his neck.
“Voice inhibiters.” Wayne whispered.
“They limit our speech.” Brad explained.
“We can’t say more than ten words.” Chip finished sadly, plopping down on one of the cots, making it squeak slightly.
“Like the game ‘Number of Words?’” Melissa asked.
“Pretty much, but crueler.” Chip nodded. Julie turned to the three men, having heard what they said.
“Why would anyone do that?! You guys’ve got brilliant voices!” Julie asked.
“Tell that to Lolita.” Wayne muttered loudly.
Sam looked over in puzzlement. “Lolita?”
“The lady who did this to us.” Brad answered, pointing to his metal collar. Sam still was puzzled, plus now looking alarmed.
“Why would she-?” she asked.
“Because she hates improv, “Whose Line is it Anyway?”, and pretty much all of us.” Drew stated coldly. Melissa crossed her arms, frowning.
“What a bitch! Is she one of those idiots that watch endless reruns of Friends and Survivor on a daily basis?” Melissa growled.
“Eh, probably.” Greg shrugged. Sam turned to face Greg.
“What about you? You told us that you’d swear if you could, what do you mean by that?” Sam questioned. Greg hunched over and pointed to the back of his neck. Both Julie and Sam checked where he was pointing, Drew standing with both girls. Right near the spot where his neck and head connected was a small, flat, silver disc about the size of a quarter.
“Is that what I think it is?” Julie gasped.
“Yup. Greg’s got a v-chip in his neck.” Drew nodded.
“If I swear or say anything remotely dirty or vulgar, I get an electric shock to my system.” Greg explained, lowering his hand.
Julie had an appalled look on her face as did Sam. “That is wrong, and in so many ways!” Sam stated.
“Not to mention cruel and unusual punishment.” Greg added, standing up straight.
“Well, screw that!”
Greg, Sam and Julie turned to see Melissa storm over towards them. She was visibly upset by all the revelations.
“It’s time to call in the big guns, guys and gals. I’m gonna call my pop,tell him what’s going on down here, and he’ll break you guys outta here in no time at all!” Melissa said, her blood boiling.
“Melissa, first, calm down. And second, you really think your dad and the Albany PD will believe us?” Julie frowned, holding up her hands. Melissa calmed down, grinned and unzipped her purse. She then yanked out a small, digital camera.
“Not unless we’ve got proof, Jaded Jewel.” Melissa winked.
“Ah, some photographic evidence, huh? Cleaver!” Sam smirked, nodding. Melissa, still with a huge grin on her face, began to snap so photos of the room and, of course, the men.
“Certainly photogenic, isn’t she?” Drew commented.
“You have no idea, Mr. Carey. You have no idea.” Sam sighed. Julie shook her head. Then she realized something.
“Something’s wrong…” She eyed the room suspiciously.
“Hm?” Greg looked down at Julie, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong?” Drew asked, turning to Julie. Sam then began to realize it as well.
“Weren’t there seven men reported missing?” She asked, looking around the room and taking a head count. Julie was scanning the room as well.
“We got Drew Carey, Wayne Brady, Brad Sherwood, Chip Esten, and Greg Proops here.” Julie counted. Melissa brought her camera down and looked around.
“We’re missing two guys.” She confirmed. Julie turned to face Greg, an expression of concern on her face. She knew exactly who were missing.
“Where’re Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie?”
More coming probably in a day or two, hopefully tomorrow if I don't lose power again here.