Brad looked around the bare room he was confined to. The bed and cracked mirror were doing nothing to ease the knot that was slowly growing in his stomach. He pulled himself from the bed and sauntered over to the small window that allowed narrow shards of light to filter into the room. He pulled back the dusty curtain and looked out onto what for anyone else would be freedom, the sudden desire to sing came over him and he quietly let words flow from his lips.

          I've heard there was a secret chord
          That David played and it pleased the Lord
          But you don't really care for music do you?
          It goes like this - the fourth, the fifth
          The minor fall, the major lift
          The baffled King composing Hallelujah
          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

          Fenny stopped the car outside the dark Edwardian building, there was only one light coming from a window at the far end of the house. With hands shaking she fumbled with the radio, screaming for a distraction from horrible thoughts raging in her head. As the music poured out of the speakers she found herself singing along.

          Your faith was strong but you needed proof
          You saw her bathing on the roof
          Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
          She tied you to a kitchen chair
          She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
          And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

          Paul winced as he sat against the stone cold wall of the room that was his dungeon. The pain gripped his body and he could see spots of his own blood on the floor. He looked up at the shadowed roof and heard music in his ears, he wasn't sure of song but singing the words brought him some comfort.

          Maybe I've been here before
          I know this room, I've walked this floor
          I used to live alone before I knew you
          I've seen your flag on the marble arch
          Love is not a victory march
          It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

          Gina lay curled on a lumpy hotel bed, she felt alone and scared. Her fears for Paul and her friends raised above the fears about her self. She felt large tears prick at her eyes and trail down her cheeks. Gina felt the silence and darkness close in on her and began to mumble the words of a song to keep her self calm.

          There was a time you let me know
          What's really going on below
          But now you never show it to me, do you?
          And remember when I moved in you
          The Holy Ghost was moving too
          And every breath we drew was hallelujah
          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

          Greg gulped down the last of his third beer in the slowly emptying bar, a jukebox warbled out tunes over the far side of the room. As he sunk back into the booth he felt himself instinctively singing along. No one appeared to be listening; no one appeared to care.
          Maybe there's a God above
          And all I ever learned from love
          Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
          And it's not a cry you can hear tonight
          It's not somebody who's seen the light
          It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

          Brad heard the thumping of boots on the stairs just down the hall from where he was locked. His stomach knotted itself even more, there was no where to hide. Fenny noticed a light appear in one of the top rooms, through the shadows she saw a struggle and a familiar silhouette but by the time she'd leapt from the car a gunshot rang in her ears. Paul let out a whimper as the door opened, the light hit him and two large men appeared cracking their knuckles, no words could escape his lips. The pained feeling in the pit of Gina's stomach wouldn't abate, she knew something was happening to Paul and she knew there was nothing she could do. Her eyes stung from crying but her tears didn't appear to be over. Greg found himself looking hopelessly into his glass, he wanted to make it all stop, wanted it to be over but there was nothing he could do, he didn't even know where his friends were. He gripped the glass so tightly is cracked and then shattered, the glass cut his hand but as he watched the droplets of blood pool on the table he only became more aware of his own mortality.

          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
          Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah