Third Person POV:
It took him a few hours to figure out what he was going to do. Once he lost her he had to start borrowing from the gangs. Moving from one to the other, paying off one gangs debt with another gangs money. He knew it would catch up to him sometime, and eventually there wouldn’t be a gang left he could borrow from. Maybe somehow with this he could end his debt. He knew he couldn’t just let Slipknot keep her. They would just kill her, and still come after him. No he had to find another gang with a little more humanity in their hearts. Which landed him at the Papa Roach house. It was close to 4am when he frantically rang the bell. Surely Jacoby would help. He would remember him, remember her. After a few moments a very tired and very pissed off Jacoby answered the door. “What the fuck do you want?” he yelled not looking at the man standing in the dark. “I owe Slipknot money. They have my daughter, and are going to kill her if I don’t come up with it.” he quickly explained. “Not my fucking problem.” Jacoby spat still unable to see the mans face. Turning away Jacoby slammed the door in his face, and returned to bed.
Well that didn’t go as planned he thought to himself. Who else could he try? Maybe he would have more luck with Three Days Grace. They weren’t far about a 2 hour walk from here. Maybe he should have bought a car with all the money he borrowed instead of drugs, but he was an addict that didn’t want help. He left the Papa Roach house and continued on. He just hoped he didn’t run out of time.
A couple hours later he was ringing the bell of the Three Days Grace house. Hopefully he wasn’t waking anyone. Soon Adam answered the door coffee in hand. “Awfully early for you to be ringing my bell.” he calmly said leaning on the door frame. “I’m sorry but I need your help.” he said. “I’m listening.” I borrowed money from Slipknot, and now they have my daughter.” “You should have known better than to borrow from Slipknot.” “I know. Please help me?” he begged. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m doing deals with Slipknot.” Adam said stepping back in the house. “I only have 16 hours left.” he tried with one last plea. “Oh well. You need to find someone stronger and done business with them otherwise you can kiss her goodbye.” and with that he shut the door. Damn it he thought. There were a few others he could try. Hopefully he didn’t get the same response from all of them.
He eventually found himself at the Avenged Sevenfold mansion. A suggestion from his last stop. Only 3 hours left, his tired hand buzzed the front gate.

M. Shadows POV:
We were all sitting in the music room. After we had left the club last night Gates noticed a guitar case laying on the sidewalk while we were stopped at a red light. He jumped out and grabbed it, and climbed back into the SUV. Opening the case he recognized the guitar instantly. It was Tammy’s, but why was it laying on the ground. Once we got home we started going through the songs she had written and tucked away in some folders. We were in here learning her songs. They were all dark, sad, and full of pain. Jimmy noticed a lot of them weren’t finished, there were no drums on most of them. Just a few. So he decided he wanted to finish them for her. The bass, lead, and rhythm were all there. Some even with piano, violin, and cello. I wondered if she played all of these. You could defiantly see her talent in her music. We could all play. The only reason Gates hired a band for his club was because we don’t have the time to do it. I just hoped nothing too serious happened to Tammy, and we never saw her again.
We were interrupted by someone buzzing at the gate. I went over to the wall where there were monitors mounted and turned on the one for the gate. I saw a tall, lanky man. No hair or teeth. Looked like a Meth head. “What do you want?” I asked through the intercom. “Slipknot took my daughter because I owe them money. I don’t have much time left before they kill her.” he said. What a dumbass. Everyone knows not to borrow from them. We are one of the few gangs that has done business with them. They are nothing we couldn’t handle, and as long as you don’t cross them they won’t cross you.
I buzzed him in. I’ve never been one to let the innocent suffer for the corrupt, and knowing Slipknot she was probably being tortured. “Meet him at the door, and bring him to my office.” I told Matt Berry. He nodded and the others followed me to my office. A few moments later Matt entered with the man. “Sit.” I told him pointing to the chair in front of my desk. “Your name?” I questioned. “Jeff.” he replied. “How much do you owe?” “$100,000.” I shook my head. “That’s a lot of money.” “I borrowed $50,000 he wants double back.” he told me. “How much time do you have left?” “Just under 3 hours.” I sighed and put my office phone on speaker as I dialed Corey. “Let me see what I can do.” I told him as it started to ring. He just nodded.

Tammy’s POV:
They eventually left me alone for awhile. Probably to sleep. I could tell they were getting irritated with my lack of screams. They stabbed me, cut me, they even carved their numbers into me. All the while never breaking my gaze from 8, or easing up on my sarcastic comments. They should have listened to my suggestions. There was one, the one that hesitated on the stairs. He did nothing but stand off to the side with is arms crossed sadness in his eyes. I know 8 noticed him not doing anything. I saw him glance at him every once in awhile.
I saw the door open as they all descended down the stairs. “Back for round 2?” I asked. They circled me, 8 getting in my face. “Its easy to block out the pain when its focused in one area.” he said “Lets see how you do when its in multiple areas.” he said taking his seat back in his chair. Three of them picked up knives. 2,6,and 3 were their numbers. Cowards couldn’t even use their real names. They began cutting me at the same time in different areas. It was harder to block out, but not impossible. I saw 0 heating up a S shaped brand. “I’m telling you an open flame would hurt so much more.” I told him. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” he barked back. I just smiled sweetly at him. “Nope.” The blood loss was starting to get to me, and I started getting dizzy and light headed. I closed my eyes as my breathing started to get heavy. “A lot harder to block it out isn’t it?” I heard 8 whisper in my ear. I opened my eyes, and stared into his cold blue ones. “Just let it out.” he continued “You know you want to.” I laughed and shook my head. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I asked “You’ll never get what you want from me. I’ll bleed to death first.” I said coldly.
Our staring contest was interrupted when his phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket glancing at the screen. “Looks like you might get out of this.” he said before answering on speaker. “Shadows.” he said “Taylor.” I heard a familiar voice reply. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” “I have a man sitting here says you have his daughter.” “Indeed I do. Tell me am I on speaker right now?” Taylor said. Guess that’s his name. Kind of girly. “Yes.” Shadows said. “Jeff! Your daughter is one hell of a fighter. 22 hours, and we still can’t get her to scream,” he said turning to me “You guys called just in time we were just getting ready to brand her.” I immediately felt the burn of the brand on the side of my ass. 0 holding it there for a few moments before pulling away. “Tisk, tisk still no scream.” Taylor said shaking his head. “Enough of this.” I heard Shadows “He says he owes $100,000.” “No $200,000 for the hassle, and making me sit here and listen to this bitches mouth. Sarcastic cunt.” Taylor spat. I started to laugh “ Awe did I hurt your feewings?” I asked with a fake pout, hearing a few chuckles on the other line. Taylor glared at me clearly not amused.

M. Shadows POV:
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment from the somewhat familiar voice.
A few of the others chuckling as well. People don’t talk like that to Slipknot. That’ll get you shot. I looked at Jeff. “If you can’t pay them $100,000 what makes you think you can pay me $200,000?” I asked him. “You can have my daughter.” he said quickly. “Fucking figures.” the voice came again. I stared at him in disbelief. “You would really sell out your daughter like that?” I asked. “Wouldn’t be the first fucking time.” I heard the voice cold and bitter on the other line. “What? She can cook, clean, or other things.” he said with a smirk that I wanted to rip off his face. “There’s ways to get her to comply.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. Was he really suggesting we use her for sex? What kind of a fucking father is he? “Oh my fucking GOD! You just can’t fucking stop can you?” the girl yelled. “Listen here you ungrateful little bitch I’m trying to save your fucking life.” He spat back. “This is all your fucking fault! Your trying to sell me AGAIN and you want me to be grateful? Fuck you, you piece of shit!” she yelled back. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing between the 2.

Tammy’s POV:
Rage filled my veins. This motherfucker was doing it again. I thought I was done with his bullshit. I should have known. “ENOUGH!” Taylor yelled ending our argument. “You have 20 seconds to decide before 0 cuts her throat.” he stated to Shadows. The line was quiet as 0 stepped behind me placing a knife at my throat. “15” He was counting down while the line remained quiet still. I noticed the tall one move behind me as well. Not sure where, but I couldn’t see him anymore. “Shads.” I heard another familiar voice trying to get his attention. “10” Taylor continued. What was going on? Why was he not answering? “Shads.” I heard the voice again a little more plea in it. “5.…4.…3.…” “Shads!” once more only louder. “2.…” “Alright. $200,000.” I finally heard Shadows say. 0 removed the knife from my throat and stepped away. “Great news sweetheart. Daddy just saved your life.” Taylor exclaimed. “Like I didn’t hear the fucking conversation Jackass.” I said rolling my eyes. My rage was subsiding as my continued blood loss made me weaker. Feeling faint I closed my eyes again. “You know if you didn’t belong to Avenged Sevenfold now I’d kill you just for irritating me.” he seethed. “We meet in an hour.” Shadows said still on the phone. “Where?” Taylor asked. “You know where.” he replied. Taylor huffed and hung up. He strolled over to me and reached up to release my tied hands from the hook. My legs were numb, body weak, and I prepared to land hard on the blood covered floor beneath me, but I didn’t connect. A pair of strong arms quickly wrapped around my waist catching me. I was laid back in his arms, and picked up bridal style. Opening my eyes briefly I saw the white mask with the zipper mouth. Who was he and why did all of this seem to bother him? “You’re going to be ok.” I hear him whisper just loud enough for me to hear. I reached up and touched his mask. “Who are you?” I whispered out not getting an answer before I slipped out of consciousness.

Synyster Gates POV:
I turned down the old abandon highway, Shads sitting next to me in the passenger seat. I usually drove cause I knew I wouldn’t kill us. My mind has been on overdrive for the past day. Ever since I found Tammy’s guitar on the sidewalk, and now this piece of shit sitting in the back just sold us his daughter. A bad feeling was nesting in the pit of my stomach. The voice on the phone was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I wondered what happened to Tammy and who this voice was that I recognized. Something snapped in my mind. “You think its her?” I whispered to Shads. He looked at me with slight confusion. “Tammy?” I said glancing at him quickly before looking back at the road. His eyes widened at the realization. Anger flared in them as he whipped around to face Jeff. “What the fuck is your daughters name?!” he practically yelled causing Jeff to jump. “T-Tammy.” he stammered. I fucking knew it. “Motherfucker!” Shads yelled turning back around. “I thought that voice sounded familiar.” I heard Zacky from the back. “You know her?” Jeff asked. “Yea we fucking know her asshat.” I spat at him as we pulled to the side of the road where Slipknot was already waiting.
I left the lights on and the engine running as we filed out. They had their masks on even though we have seen their faces. I’m sure they haven’t revealed them to Tammy. “Where is she!” Jeff yelled at Corey. Shads was quick with his gun to his temple. “You say another fucking word and I pull the trigger.” he said calm and emotionless. Jeff nodded and coward away. “Where’s the girl Taylor?” he asked. “Where‘s my money?” “Rev.” he said as he holstered his gun. Jimmy walked forward, and handed the case to Corey. I watched 4, or Jim, move to the back of the SUV opening the hatch. Closing the hatch he looked to Corey. He nodded to him, and he began walking forward.
Then I saw her in his arms. Unconscious, red with blood from head to toe as it continued to drip from her. I motioned him to follow as I opened the back door so he could lay her in. Johnny climbed in after her medical bag in hand to tend to her wounds. Jim started to walk back to his gang, but stopped. I seen his fists clinch till his knuckles were white. He turned to Jeff, and did something I was not expecting. He stormed over to him his fist connecting with Jeff’s jaw with a blood curdling crunch. Knocking him out with a massive right hook. We all stood there stunned for a moment. The silence soon breaking at Jimmy’s voice. He jumped and stood over him one foot on each side he looked down. “You got knocked the fuck out!” he exclaimed in his best Chris Tucker voice. The once silent road was now echoing with laughter from both sides as we all made our way back to the vehicles. “Leave him.” I heard Shads say as we piled in.
I had Zack drive so I could help Johnny in the back with Tammy. “Put pressure here and here.” he told me moving my hands to some gauze to slow down the bleeding. He lifted her lids shining his light in each eye. “She’s lost a lot of blood.” he said. Jimmy turned in his seat in front of us, and Johnny was quick to hand him his light. “Here shine this on her so I can somewhat see.” he told him. Johnny tried to get Tammy to open her eyes and talk to him. “Tammy I need you to wake up.” he said “Open your eyes and look at me.” I heard a small intake of air as her eyes twitched attempting to open them. “I need your blood type. Can you tell me what it is?” He asked. “O” a faint whisper came from her lips. “Ok good. Stay with me.” Johnny calmly said. “Positive?” he asked. A slight nod coming from her as she slipped out again. “Pick up the pace Zack!” Johnny yelled from the back.

Notes

Hope they make it. What is up with Jim? Awfully violent towards daddy.
Movie line credit: "You got knocked the fuck out!" Chris Tucker: Friday