A story about Mike, chapter 4
"Billie?" He couldn't believe it. Billie Joe was staring at him. There was a gash on his head. Billie smiled.
"What are you doing Mike?" He asked.
Mike couldn't answer. He had seen Billie Joe only a few hours ago lying in a coma. This had to be a dream. He pinched himself hard. It hurt. He tried to speak.
"H-h-ow? W-wha?"
Billie Joe sighed. "OK, I'll just explain it to you. I cant wait any longer. I know they said that you have to figure it out yourself, but your going to take too long. Firstly, I'm not really Billie Joe. I'm more of his, um, paranormal projection, and-"
"What? What's that?"
"I'm just about to explain! I am Billie Joe in a way, but he isn't actually here right now. It's hard to explain. I'm kinda like his soul, you know, a piece of him, but he doesn't know it. Got it?"
"Um... Yes?"
"Good. Second, I have to wear this stupid fucking rabbit suit. They couldn't give me a cool suit, like a monkey suit or anything. Don't ask me why, because I asked too and they just said "Rules and regulations". Rules and fucking regulations! I had a choice between this and a slipknot costume." Billie Joe physically shuddered at the thought.
"Who's they?"
"Would you stop interrupting! Jesus! Their just they, OK? I am NOT explaining it all. It'll take too long, and we don't have much time."
"Much time for what?"
"You'll see." Billie said. He grinned.
"Here." He gave Mike a blue rabbit suit.
"What's this for?"
"It's a disguise. We don't want things getting mixed up. Come on, hurry up!"
Mike pulled himself into his costume.
"You don't have to wear the rabbits head, because you wont be seeing yourself."
"What? Billie, what the fuck's going on?"
Billie grinned again.
"I'm going to show you what it would be like if you had never existed."
Billie Joe took Mike's costumed hand and led him to the centre of the room. Billie Joe tucked the costume head under his arm. Mike did the same.
"Ready?"
"Um. This is pretty weird." Mike said.
"I know." Billie Joe smiled. "Isn't it great?"
The room disappeared and everything went black. Suddenly, there was light again. They were in a dark, dank alley. A figure was lying beside a pile of trash cans. It was wearing dirty clothes, and a hoody shrouded the persons face.
"Who's this? Where are we?"
"We're in New York, and this is the present day if you had never existed."
Mike tried to understand this.
"So, I don't exist."
"Nope." Billie Joe picked up a stone and threw it at the hooded person. The stone hit it on the forehead. The figures head jerked up. Mike stared in shock.
"Tré!" Mike exclaimed.
"Yes. Tré." Billie Joe said. Mike knew that the person he was staring at was Tré, but he hardly recognised him. Instead of blue, sparkling eyes and a cheeky grin, there was a thin, unsmiling face. His eyes were yellow and bloodshot, and there were heavy bags under his eyes. His teeth were broken and jagged. He no longer had a welcoming look about him. He looked truly terrifying.
"Who's there?" Tré screamed. He whipped out a knife from his pocket. "I swear to god if anyone comes near me I'll fucking kill them!" He made stabbing motions with his hand, and started to mumble to himself. Suddenly, a figure walked into the alley.
"Where's my money Frank? You said you'd get it by yesterday." Tré looked up in fear.
"I-I don't have it man, I tried to get it but you know how it-" The stranger pulled a gun out of his pocket. Mike tried to step forward but Billie held him back.
"I warned you Frank! don't fuck with me!" He aimed the gun at Tré's head. Tré shrunk back in fear.
"I'll get it for you, I-" There was a huge bang, and Tré slumped to the ground. The stranger hurriedly walked away. Blood started to drip from his head. His eyes were still open.
"NO!" Mike screamed. Billie couldn't hold him back. Mike ran to his friend and lifted Tré's head.
"Tré? Tré!" He sobbed. Billie Joe picked Mike up from the ground and shook him.
"Have you been listening to a word I've said! Tré isn't really dead!"
"But, but-"
"I'll show you. Seeing is believing." He took Mike's hand again. The world went black, and a room appeared. It was late in the evening. They were in Tré's bedroom. He was in his bed sleeping peacefully. His head was bandaged and Mike could see the arm cast poking out from his sheets. He snorted quietly.
"See. He's still alive and well." Billie said.
"I-I knew he was. You told me, but seeing him like that-"
"A-HA!"
Billie and Mike screamed.
Tré was sitting up dead straight, his eyes wide open, and he was pointing at them both. He had a mad smile on his face.
"Sheep murderers!" Tré hollered. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto his pillow again and let out a snore.
"Ah. A dream." Billie Joe said. "I thought for a second that he could see us."
"We're invisible?"
"Yup." Billie said.
"Then why do we need the masks too?"
"That's only if we're going to see ourselves Mike, remember? I don't make up the rules OK? Rules never make sense, you should know that by now.
Right then, on with the show! Holy shit, that was cheesy. Why did I say that? Hmm." He took Mike's hand again. Again there was darkness. This time they were standing in front of a library.
"The library? Who are we going to see this time?"
"What are you doing Mike?" He asked.
Mike couldn't answer. He had seen Billie Joe only a few hours ago lying in a coma. This had to be a dream. He pinched himself hard. It hurt. He tried to speak.
"H-h-ow? W-wha?"
Billie Joe sighed. "OK, I'll just explain it to you. I cant wait any longer. I know they said that you have to figure it out yourself, but your going to take too long. Firstly, I'm not really Billie Joe. I'm more of his, um, paranormal projection, and-"
"What? What's that?"
"I'm just about to explain! I am Billie Joe in a way, but he isn't actually here right now. It's hard to explain. I'm kinda like his soul, you know, a piece of him, but he doesn't know it. Got it?"
"Um... Yes?"
"Good. Second, I have to wear this stupid fucking rabbit suit. They couldn't give me a cool suit, like a monkey suit or anything. Don't ask me why, because I asked too and they just said "Rules and regulations". Rules and fucking regulations! I had a choice between this and a slipknot costume." Billie Joe physically shuddered at the thought.
"Who's they?"
"Would you stop interrupting! Jesus! Their just they, OK? I am NOT explaining it all. It'll take too long, and we don't have much time."
"Much time for what?"
"You'll see." Billie said. He grinned.
"Here." He gave Mike a blue rabbit suit.
"What's this for?"
"It's a disguise. We don't want things getting mixed up. Come on, hurry up!"
Mike pulled himself into his costume.
"You don't have to wear the rabbits head, because you wont be seeing yourself."
"What? Billie, what the fuck's going on?"
Billie grinned again.
"I'm going to show you what it would be like if you had never existed."
Billie Joe took Mike's costumed hand and led him to the centre of the room. Billie Joe tucked the costume head under his arm. Mike did the same.
"Ready?"
"Um. This is pretty weird." Mike said.
"I know." Billie Joe smiled. "Isn't it great?"
The room disappeared and everything went black. Suddenly, there was light again. They were in a dark, dank alley. A figure was lying beside a pile of trash cans. It was wearing dirty clothes, and a hoody shrouded the persons face.
"Who's this? Where are we?"
"We're in New York, and this is the present day if you had never existed."
Mike tried to understand this.
"So, I don't exist."
"Nope." Billie Joe picked up a stone and threw it at the hooded person. The stone hit it on the forehead. The figures head jerked up. Mike stared in shock.
"Tré!" Mike exclaimed.
"Yes. Tré." Billie Joe said. Mike knew that the person he was staring at was Tré, but he hardly recognised him. Instead of blue, sparkling eyes and a cheeky grin, there was a thin, unsmiling face. His eyes were yellow and bloodshot, and there were heavy bags under his eyes. His teeth were broken and jagged. He no longer had a welcoming look about him. He looked truly terrifying.
"Who's there?" Tré screamed. He whipped out a knife from his pocket. "I swear to god if anyone comes near me I'll fucking kill them!" He made stabbing motions with his hand, and started to mumble to himself. Suddenly, a figure walked into the alley.
"Where's my money Frank? You said you'd get it by yesterday." Tré looked up in fear.
"I-I don't have it man, I tried to get it but you know how it-" The stranger pulled a gun out of his pocket. Mike tried to step forward but Billie held him back.
"I warned you Frank! don't fuck with me!" He aimed the gun at Tré's head. Tré shrunk back in fear.
"I'll get it for you, I-" There was a huge bang, and Tré slumped to the ground. The stranger hurriedly walked away. Blood started to drip from his head. His eyes were still open.
"NO!" Mike screamed. Billie couldn't hold him back. Mike ran to his friend and lifted Tré's head.
"Tré? Tré!" He sobbed. Billie Joe picked Mike up from the ground and shook him.
"Have you been listening to a word I've said! Tré isn't really dead!"
"But, but-"
"I'll show you. Seeing is believing." He took Mike's hand again. The world went black, and a room appeared. It was late in the evening. They were in Tré's bedroom. He was in his bed sleeping peacefully. His head was bandaged and Mike could see the arm cast poking out from his sheets. He snorted quietly.
"See. He's still alive and well." Billie said.
"I-I knew he was. You told me, but seeing him like that-"
"A-HA!"
Billie and Mike screamed.
Tré was sitting up dead straight, his eyes wide open, and he was pointing at them both. He had a mad smile on his face.
"Sheep murderers!" Tré hollered. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto his pillow again and let out a snore.
"Ah. A dream." Billie Joe said. "I thought for a second that he could see us."
"We're invisible?"
"Yup." Billie said.
"Then why do we need the masks too?"
"That's only if we're going to see ourselves Mike, remember? I don't make up the rules OK? Rules never make sense, you should know that by now.
Right then, on with the show! Holy shit, that was cheesy. Why did I say that? Hmm." He took Mike's hand again. Again there was darkness. This time they were standing in front of a library.
"The library? Who are we going to see this time?"
