A Night To Remember, chapter 10
Mike yelped as he hit the side of the road. That's where they had both aimed their falls. He rolled down a steep bank and landed face first in the snow. He turned over and tried to slow his breathing. He hurt in places, but nothing felt broken.
"Billie?" He called out. There was no reply. He sat up. Snow wasn't falling as fast now. Large fluffy snowflakes fluttered down from the sky. It was like when they were in the bus park and Tré was dancing around. Mike choked back tears.
"Billie? BILLIE!" He screamed. He shakily got to his feet and started to search for Billie. He couldn't see very well. The dim orange streetlight up the bank was the only light he had. He climbed a little and saw a shape lying at the top of the hill. He scrambled up as fast as he could and reached Billie. He was lying face down. Mike turned him over.
"Billie. Billie!" Mike shook him lightly. Billie didn't move. Not again, Mike thought. I've lost one friend already tonight.
Tré grinned as he reached the top of the hole. He pulled himself up and peeked his head over the edge. There were only about a dozen Nazi's in the room. Most had their back turned away, and they were fiddling with computers. When he thought the coast looked clear, he hauled himself up and flattened himself on the ground. He hadn't been spotted yet. He lay for a minute to rest. He had to be ready for his escape. He took a few deep breaths, got to his feet and started to run as fast as he could to the harbour. Yes! I'm gonna get away! Tré thought happily. He reached the tunnel again, sprinted down it and ran right into the centre of the harbour. What he hadn't expected was three Nazi's sitting by the boats. He skidded and turned right back again as the Nazi's saw him and started to chase him back to the circular room. As he ran in with the Nazi's shouting behind him, the other Nazi's spotted him and soon he was surrounded. Most had a look of gargantuan confusion of their faces.
"How did he survive?" One asked.
"Who cares. Lets kill him." Another said. All except one got out their batons.
"Wait!" The one with no baton said.
"What is it Jack?" One said. He hit Tré in the knees and he fell to the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" Tré yelled.
"The Fuhrer wouldn't be happy if we killed him." Jack said.
"What?"
"He threw him over the edge!"
"He wanted him dead!"
"No he didn't. He was blinded by anger when he did it. The human synthesis model won't be complete in time, and there won't be a drummer for Green Day. The Fuhrers plan could be ruined. But, if we keep him alive and contact the Fuhrer, we could be rewarded." Jack said.
"How do you know the human synthesis model won't be ready in time?" One asked.
"Have you seen it? It's still in the experimental stage. It's not ready." Jack said. Most of the Nazi's put their batons away.
"Fine. Lock him up." The Nazi that had hit Tré said. Tré looked on in bewilderment. Human synthesis model? What the fuck? He thought to himself. Jack and the other Nazi pulled him up and dragged him to a flight of stairs going downwards. They entered what looked like a laboratory. Expensive looking equipment was crammed onto every surface, and there were three large tubes from the floor to the roof. They were blacked out. Tré stared open mouthed at what he saw being removed from the middle tube.
"Billie?" He called out. There was no reply. He sat up. Snow wasn't falling as fast now. Large fluffy snowflakes fluttered down from the sky. It was like when they were in the bus park and Tré was dancing around. Mike choked back tears.
"Billie? BILLIE!" He screamed. He shakily got to his feet and started to search for Billie. He couldn't see very well. The dim orange streetlight up the bank was the only light he had. He climbed a little and saw a shape lying at the top of the hill. He scrambled up as fast as he could and reached Billie. He was lying face down. Mike turned him over.
"Billie. Billie!" Mike shook him lightly. Billie didn't move. Not again, Mike thought. I've lost one friend already tonight.
Tré grinned as he reached the top of the hole. He pulled himself up and peeked his head over the edge. There were only about a dozen Nazi's in the room. Most had their back turned away, and they were fiddling with computers. When he thought the coast looked clear, he hauled himself up and flattened himself on the ground. He hadn't been spotted yet. He lay for a minute to rest. He had to be ready for his escape. He took a few deep breaths, got to his feet and started to run as fast as he could to the harbour. Yes! I'm gonna get away! Tré thought happily. He reached the tunnel again, sprinted down it and ran right into the centre of the harbour. What he hadn't expected was three Nazi's sitting by the boats. He skidded and turned right back again as the Nazi's saw him and started to chase him back to the circular room. As he ran in with the Nazi's shouting behind him, the other Nazi's spotted him and soon he was surrounded. Most had a look of gargantuan confusion of their faces.
"How did he survive?" One asked.
"Who cares. Lets kill him." Another said. All except one got out their batons.
"Wait!" The one with no baton said.
"What is it Jack?" One said. He hit Tré in the knees and he fell to the floor.
"Son of a bitch!" Tré yelled.
"The Fuhrer wouldn't be happy if we killed him." Jack said.
"What?"
"He threw him over the edge!"
"He wanted him dead!"
"No he didn't. He was blinded by anger when he did it. The human synthesis model won't be complete in time, and there won't be a drummer for Green Day. The Fuhrers plan could be ruined. But, if we keep him alive and contact the Fuhrer, we could be rewarded." Jack said.
"How do you know the human synthesis model won't be ready in time?" One asked.
"Have you seen it? It's still in the experimental stage. It's not ready." Jack said. Most of the Nazi's put their batons away.
"Fine. Lock him up." The Nazi that had hit Tré said. Tré looked on in bewilderment. Human synthesis model? What the fuck? He thought to himself. Jack and the other Nazi pulled him up and dragged him to a flight of stairs going downwards. They entered what looked like a laboratory. Expensive looking equipment was crammed onto every surface, and there were three large tubes from the floor to the roof. They were blacked out. Tré stared open mouthed at what he saw being removed from the middle tube.
