A Night To Remember, chapter 9
"NO!" Mike screamed as Tré fell. In an instant he was gone.
"Tré." Billie Joe mumbled. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.
"You son of a bitch!" Mike screamed. He pushed his guards away and leapt at the yeti. Steve, however, was too quick for him. He grabbed Mike and dangled him over the edge too.
"Jesus no!" Billie screamed.
"Attack me again and you join your friend." Steve snarled. He dropped Mike on the floor and his guards picked him up again.
"You bastard." Billie said. "You fucking-"
"Take them to the trucks. We'll leave for Milton Keynes tonight." He beckoned for a Nazi nearby, and whispered something in his ear.
"ATTENTION!" The Nazi hollered. "Plan B is now in action! Human synthesis model TC is required! Return to your original posts and await orders!" All of a sudden some Nazi's stopped what they were doing and calmly made their way to a flight of stairs at the end of the room. They climbed down them and disappeared from view. The Nazi's holding Billie and Mike led them away to a little side door next to the Video room. Inside it was about two dozen large blue freezer lorries that were unmarked. They threw them into a truck and slammed the door. Billie and Mike were alone. The lorry was empty, save for two seats at the side.
"Tré." Billie sobbed. He couldn't stop crying. Mike was in shock. He was lying in silence as if he was paralysed. Billie wasn't listening, but Mike could hear what was going on outside. He heard a thunder of footsteps, the sound of doors opening and slamming, and then he heard lots of engines starting up.
"Hey Othello. What did the Fuhrer say?" Mike heard a voice outside. It was Toby's, the guard that had kicked Billie Joe earlier.
"He said we had to go and guard them. We have to make sure they don't escape."
"What're they gonna do? Their pathetic." Toby said. They both laughed cruelly, and the doors opened again. Toby and Othello stepped inside and slammed the doors. Othello started to tie ropes around their feet again.
"Aww, did poor Billie Joe lose his little friend?" Toby taunted and pulled Billie Joe's hair so that he looked straight into Toby's eyes.
"Don't worry. It would have been quick."
Billie Joe stopped crying.
"When I get out of these ropes, and I will, I'm gonna kill you." Toby laughed coldly. He let go of Billie's hair and sat down on the seats. The engine started. Billie and Mike lay close to each other as the lorry trundled away.
Billie and Mike felt themselves slipping. The lorry was going up a very steep hill. They rolled and fell onto the lorry door. Mike fell on top of Billie. Billie yelped as Mike's spiked belt dug into his thigh. Toby and Othello laughed.
"Gay pricks." Othello said.
The lorry continued to climb upwards until suddenly the lorry levelled out, and they were on flat ground again. Mike rolled off of Billie and whispered in his ear.
"We have to get out of here." Billie nodded.
"What are you whispering about?" Othello said.
"Leave them. They cant do anything. Their just lowlife wannabe rock stars." Toby said. Toby and Othello turned away and started talking to each other.
"Billie your bleeding." Billie looked at his thigh. Mike's belt had torn through his trousers, and he could see a trickle of blood seeping out of the tear. Billie Joe suddenly had an idea.
"Mike, you can cut through your ropes!"
"What?"
"Your belt! You can use your belt!"
Mike looked down and nodded.
"They'll notice though." Mike said.
"I'll distract them." Billie whispered. He looked to the guards.
"Hey donkey fuckers!" Toby and Othello snapped their heads around.
"Billie no!" Mike said. Toby got up.
"You better apologise." Toby said.
"Fuck you. Go piss on yourself you little dipshit." Toby stepped forward, but Othello grabbed his arm.
"The Fuhrer said not to harm them. Control your temper." Othello said.
"Oh so you do everything your fucking yeti master tells you to! At least I have an opinion, and my opinion is this: you're an asshole." Billie spat.
"I wasn't going to hurt him where it would be seen easily." Toby said.
"That sounds good to me." Othello said, and they stepped forward and started punching and kicking Billie. Mike winced as he heard Billie take the punches, and he worked furiously as he tried to cut through the rope binding his hands. When he got them free, he untied his feet and stood up behind the Nazi's. They were still beating up Billie. He grabbed the baton from Othello's belt and smacked him on the back of the head. He fell to the ground. Toby turned but it was too late. SMACK! Mike hit him in the face, and he too collapsed, blood pouring out of his nose and onto the floor. Mike pulled Billie to his feet. His mouth was bleeding, and he was still trying to get his breath back from the beating he took.
"You OK?" Mike asked.
"No." Billie spat blood on the ground. Mike untied his wrists and feet.
"We have to get out of here." Mike said.
"How?" Billie asked. "We're stuck in a moving truck." Mike pushed the door open. The snow was still falling furiously, and they could hardly see outside. The lorry was going pretty fast.
"We'll have to jump."
"Oh shit." Billie looked at the road speeding by.
"On three." Mike said.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
They both leaped out of the truck and onto the icy road below.
Tré shifted his head slightly and opened his eyes a little. His head hurt. He looked down and suddenly wished he hadn't. His legs were dangling freely and there was nothing supporting them. He gulped and looked up. He could see a circle of light above him not too far away. He realised he was hanging on a jagged rock by his puffy jacket. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good old puffy jacket." He said to himself. He was amazed he hadn't died. He remembered that fucking yeti dropping him and seeing the horrified faces of Billie Joe and Mike as he fell, then nothing. He must have blacked out. Shit, Billie Joe and Mike! he thought to himself. They must still be with the Nazi's. He couldn't see much, but he felt along the hole's wall and grabbed a sturdy feeling rock. He found another, and started to climb.
"Tré." Billie Joe mumbled. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.
"You son of a bitch!" Mike screamed. He pushed his guards away and leapt at the yeti. Steve, however, was too quick for him. He grabbed Mike and dangled him over the edge too.
"Jesus no!" Billie screamed.
"Attack me again and you join your friend." Steve snarled. He dropped Mike on the floor and his guards picked him up again.
"You bastard." Billie said. "You fucking-"
"Take them to the trucks. We'll leave for Milton Keynes tonight." He beckoned for a Nazi nearby, and whispered something in his ear.
"ATTENTION!" The Nazi hollered. "Plan B is now in action! Human synthesis model TC is required! Return to your original posts and await orders!" All of a sudden some Nazi's stopped what they were doing and calmly made their way to a flight of stairs at the end of the room. They climbed down them and disappeared from view. The Nazi's holding Billie and Mike led them away to a little side door next to the Video room. Inside it was about two dozen large blue freezer lorries that were unmarked. They threw them into a truck and slammed the door. Billie and Mike were alone. The lorry was empty, save for two seats at the side.
"Tré." Billie sobbed. He couldn't stop crying. Mike was in shock. He was lying in silence as if he was paralysed. Billie wasn't listening, but Mike could hear what was going on outside. He heard a thunder of footsteps, the sound of doors opening and slamming, and then he heard lots of engines starting up.
"Hey Othello. What did the Fuhrer say?" Mike heard a voice outside. It was Toby's, the guard that had kicked Billie Joe earlier.
"He said we had to go and guard them. We have to make sure they don't escape."
"What're they gonna do? Their pathetic." Toby said. They both laughed cruelly, and the doors opened again. Toby and Othello stepped inside and slammed the doors. Othello started to tie ropes around their feet again.
"Aww, did poor Billie Joe lose his little friend?" Toby taunted and pulled Billie Joe's hair so that he looked straight into Toby's eyes.
"Don't worry. It would have been quick."
Billie Joe stopped crying.
"When I get out of these ropes, and I will, I'm gonna kill you." Toby laughed coldly. He let go of Billie's hair and sat down on the seats. The engine started. Billie and Mike lay close to each other as the lorry trundled away.
Billie and Mike felt themselves slipping. The lorry was going up a very steep hill. They rolled and fell onto the lorry door. Mike fell on top of Billie. Billie yelped as Mike's spiked belt dug into his thigh. Toby and Othello laughed.
"Gay pricks." Othello said.
The lorry continued to climb upwards until suddenly the lorry levelled out, and they were on flat ground again. Mike rolled off of Billie and whispered in his ear.
"We have to get out of here." Billie nodded.
"What are you whispering about?" Othello said.
"Leave them. They cant do anything. Their just lowlife wannabe rock stars." Toby said. Toby and Othello turned away and started talking to each other.
"Billie your bleeding." Billie looked at his thigh. Mike's belt had torn through his trousers, and he could see a trickle of blood seeping out of the tear. Billie Joe suddenly had an idea.
"Mike, you can cut through your ropes!"
"What?"
"Your belt! You can use your belt!"
Mike looked down and nodded.
"They'll notice though." Mike said.
"I'll distract them." Billie whispered. He looked to the guards.
"Hey donkey fuckers!" Toby and Othello snapped their heads around.
"Billie no!" Mike said. Toby got up.
"You better apologise." Toby said.
"Fuck you. Go piss on yourself you little dipshit." Toby stepped forward, but Othello grabbed his arm.
"The Fuhrer said not to harm them. Control your temper." Othello said.
"Oh so you do everything your fucking yeti master tells you to! At least I have an opinion, and my opinion is this: you're an asshole." Billie spat.
"I wasn't going to hurt him where it would be seen easily." Toby said.
"That sounds good to me." Othello said, and they stepped forward and started punching and kicking Billie. Mike winced as he heard Billie take the punches, and he worked furiously as he tried to cut through the rope binding his hands. When he got them free, he untied his feet and stood up behind the Nazi's. They were still beating up Billie. He grabbed the baton from Othello's belt and smacked him on the back of the head. He fell to the ground. Toby turned but it was too late. SMACK! Mike hit him in the face, and he too collapsed, blood pouring out of his nose and onto the floor. Mike pulled Billie to his feet. His mouth was bleeding, and he was still trying to get his breath back from the beating he took.
"You OK?" Mike asked.
"No." Billie spat blood on the ground. Mike untied his wrists and feet.
"We have to get out of here." Mike said.
"How?" Billie asked. "We're stuck in a moving truck." Mike pushed the door open. The snow was still falling furiously, and they could hardly see outside. The lorry was going pretty fast.
"We'll have to jump."
"Oh shit." Billie looked at the road speeding by.
"On three." Mike said.
"One."
"Two."
"Three!"
They both leaped out of the truck and onto the icy road below.
Tré shifted his head slightly and opened his eyes a little. His head hurt. He looked down and suddenly wished he hadn't. His legs were dangling freely and there was nothing supporting them. He gulped and looked up. He could see a circle of light above him not too far away. He realised he was hanging on a jagged rock by his puffy jacket. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good old puffy jacket." He said to himself. He was amazed he hadn't died. He remembered that fucking yeti dropping him and seeing the horrified faces of Billie Joe and Mike as he fell, then nothing. He must have blacked out. Shit, Billie Joe and Mike! he thought to himself. They must still be with the Nazi's. He couldn't see much, but he felt along the hole's wall and grabbed a sturdy feeling rock. He found another, and started to climb.
