Lets set the scene...
“Oh my god, this has been an amazing live experience and I believe our guests have enjoyed it as well, have you guys? … Oh… oh god, Carl? Where have the others gone?” Yvette started to panic as she glanced around and realised that their celebrity guests had disappeared.
“I don’t know, but don’t worry Yvette we gave them a walkie-talkie, lets try and contact them on that, whilst walking around looking for them and then we’ll call for back up, okay?” her husband rationalized.
“…Shit what are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?”
“SLASH!” the guitarist jumped as the drummer yelled “Stop fucking panicking, it’s not gonna help!”
“How can he not fucking panic? We’re lost Steve! And Axl’s fucking passed out! FUCK SAKE!!!” the bassist yelled back and punched one of the chapel walls in anger,
“Duff! Shh!” the camera shook slightly before swinging around to face Izzy “Look” he whispered, pointing towards Axl.
“Axl? Thank fuck you’re awake!” Slash moved towards the singer, his hand reaching out
“Do not touch me” Axl’s voice ad become an octave or two lower than usual and slightly raspy
“Ax? Man? What’s wrong?”
“Shh! Shh!” the rhythm guitarist hissed, the other three however had decided to ignore his order
“You’re gonna die here, you’re not gonna leave this place unharmed”
“Silence!” Axl snarled, he stood, his green eyes were glazed over and distant
“Axl? Man stop it”
“Dude, you’re scaring us” a slightly maniacal giggle passed through Axl’s lips,
“You don’t believe me do you? You’re gonna fucking die here, you’re not gonna survive the night” the slight giggle became a fully blown laughing fit, Axl swayed slightly before walking slowly and purposefully towards Slash “I can read his thoughts”
“Who are you? Do you mean Axl’s thoughts?” Izzy asked sharply
“Izzy who the fuck are you talking to?” Duff asked, his eyes flicking between Izzy and Axl
“That clearly isn’t Axl, we need to try and be something other than sceptics our entire lives, gone quiet now have we?”
“On contrary Jeffery, I was merely waiting for you to finish your little conversation, yes I can see Bill’s thoughts, his memories, his future, I’m rather quite powerful you understand, I can see his pain, his suffering, his fears… it’s delicious…” Axl paused, his head rolled to the side slightly and he looked at them all through hooded eyes, his voice had become raspier and almost whispery, his hands moved towards his throat and stroked along it “So long, so long I’ve waited”
“For what?” Izzy murmured, Axl’s mouth chuckled
“For someone as… accessible as your friend here” Izzy shivered out of fear and repulsion
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can” Axl sneered, he swayed as he walked even closer to Slash “He loves you” he whispered softly and shoved Slash roughly, making him fall backwards into the wall, swaying his hips sultrily as he moved into the lead guitarist’s personal space to press up against him, capturing Slash’s face with his hands and dragging it downwards so they were level(ish) before almost ripping into his lip in a vicious lip-lock, too violent and bloody to be called a kiss.
As the thing using Axl’s mouth ravaged his lips and pinned his wrists to the wall with inhuman strength, he looked into his eyes, Axl’s eyes, they were distant and empty, Steve’s hand appeared in front of the camera and attempted to drag him backwards, the distant singer ignored the drummer’s pathetic tugs and shrugged his hands off but removed his lips from Slash’s now bleeding ones “You’re gonna regret walking out, he felt so betrayed and heart-broken” the thing twisted Axl’s face into a hurt miserable look before rolling Axl’s eyes back and collapsing on the cold stone floor, the back of his head making a dull thud, Slash immediately dropped to his knees beside the unconscious singer, stripping himself of his jacket and laying it over Axl’s still form.
Izzy moved towards Axl but stopped suddenly his eyes going wide, he shivered, “Izzy?” Steve muttered, a hand appearing in front of the camera again, a deep chuckle was emitted from Izzy’s throat as he shoved Steve away, “It’s your turn now bitch” his voice was again a couple of octaves lower than normal “Michael Mckagan” his voice although deep took on the elaborate manner of little girls whilst mimicking each other, he started to speak in a mockery of Izzy’s voice “Michael. Michael. Michael” he started prancing around the room, not caring for the rocker’s reputation “You know when you told precious lil ol’ Izzy here that you were marrying that plastic bitch you broke lickle heart” Duff glared at Izzy’s face
“Get the hell out of Izzy’s body!” he growled trying to make himself sound menacing, the thing just let out a high pitched giggle and snatched the camera from Steve and whirled around, keeping the lens pointed at his face as he laughed, suddenly he stopped, leaned into the camera and said in his demonic deep voice
“Hellz yeh, we exist human race” glancing over at Duff with a small grin, Izzy dropped the camera then fell himself as the camera hit the floor, bits of plastic flying off in many directions but miraculously the film kept rolling despite of the cracked screen.
“Izzy!” the bassist bellowed, racing to Izzy’s side and dropping to the floor next to him. The heavy wooden door swung open slowly, creaking loudly and from behind it they heard clear shouts
“SLASH AXL… DUFF IZZY… STEVEN!!!”
“WE’RE HERE! WE’RE IN H…” Steve’s vocals were suddenly cut off by unseen hands, he began to choke, his hands grasping at air as his airways were slowly constricted by an undeniable strength, Slash and Duff both yelped in shock and stood to go to help Steve before being held back by worry for Axl and Izzy. So instead they began to yell for Yvette and the team. As the team came into view they ran for the door but as they reached it, the heavy oaken door, laden with ornate metal decoration slammed shut in their faces and locked itself, inside and out. As the door slammed, the demon let go of Steve and the drummer gasped and retched, his hands clutching his neck, Duff edged closer to him, his eyes flicking around the room in vain,
“Steve? You okay man?” suddenly Duff yelled as he was dragged backwards into the corner, east of the altar by his hair, Slash watched with wide eyes but as this was happening to Duff, Slash moved a little towards the door only for the same to happen to him, except he was dragged west of the altar. Steve was still recovering his breath when he let out a cry of terror as the demon pulled him towards the door and seemingly kicked him into place, the drummer whimpered, pressing himself further into the wood, not caring about the metal spikes as they dug into his back.
“Brian we need to do something! Call out! Try and divert its attention! Just do something!”
“Yvette, I’ll try but I may hinder and harm rather than help” the bald man ran his hand over his head, took a deep breath and called out “Your time on this world has come to an end! You will leave this place, leave these men and leave this world! Go back to the fiery pits of hell from whence you came!”
A deathly silence met the psychic’s words then an inhuman roar sounded out from the middle of the room and deep slashes appeared in Axl’s shirt and chest, a flying object hit the door just above Steve’s head, the blonde screamed and covered his eyes, another snarl could be heard before Steve yelped, his hand moving to cup his shoulder, then slowly he began rise off the floor, Slash and Duff watched in horrified silence, the drummer rose roughly 9ft6in off the floor there was a small pause, the silence only broken by Steve’s whimpering cries, too scared and in pain to scream, as he started to lose consciousness from the pain, his body flew across the room and hit the opposite wall with a resounding hollow crack, the drummer slid down the wall as he landed in a crumpled heap on the altar a quiet shattered crunch could be heard, “STEVE!!!” Slash roared, leapt up and ran to the altar but as he reached the steps, the demon seized him with his powerful jaws, shook him roughly then let go so Slash flew back into his corner. Duff shivered, pressing himself into the stone behind him, wanting to help his friends but his survival instinct was holding him back, he shook again, feeling invisible eyes rest upon him for a moment before a gigantic column of flames burst out as Brian called out again, the flames spreading across the chapel chamber, burning something into the wall above a antique crucifix fastened to the aged stone.
The door was flung open suddenly and the Most Haunted team rushed into the chapel, torch beams shining small patches of light into the gloom. “Axl Slash, Izzy Duff, Steven?” Carl called
“O… over here” Slash choked out raising his arm slightly and wincing as his shoulder twinged with pain. A torch beam latched onto him immediately and a couple of guys ran over, helping Slash onto his feet “No, wait, Axl” he murmured, his head spinning wildly and he stumbled the moment his helpers let go,
“Where is he?”
“Slash, please we need to know where they are” Slash shook violently but raised his hand and pointed at the centre of the room, Yvette and Kathy went slowly to the centre and shone them around, there were small moans of
“Where am I?” the light followed the sound and found both singer and rhythm guitarist
“Oh guys, we’re so sorry for leaving you behind!”
“What do you mean? Where are we?”
“You mean you don’t remember any of this?” Axl shook his head and frowned in confusion,
“Where’s Duff? And Steve?” Izzy asked, grabbing a torch and shining it around, stopping when he caught sight of all too familiar fluffy blonde hair, “Duffy?” Izzy asked softly and tried to stand but failing as he fell backwards, landing on his ass, unable to support himself.
“We’ll take it from here” a hospital employee said, marching over to Duff and placing a kind hand on his shoulder “Mr Mckagan, could you please tell us where Mr Adler is please?” Duff started to shake and wrapped his arms around himself
“S… Steven…Izzy…Axl…Slash” he whimpered and began to rock himself the employee just helped him to his feet and supported him out to an ambulance, Axl, Izzy and Slash were placed on stretchers and taken out after Duff. The Most Haunted members and remaining medical staff started to examine the chapel properly finding both camera and remaining original Guns member.