A Blank Decision, chapter 6
"President Bush!" Tre shouted.
Billie Joe leaned back in surprise, that was better than he thought it would be. "Too much novicane there Tre."
"NO! You have to believe me, it was hiiiim. I know it." he told him. He grabbed Billie's shrit collor and shook him as he spoke. "I KNOW IT!"
"Okay, okay, I believe you." he replied, relieved that Tre let go.
He straightened his collar out and looked over at Mike. His face was twisted and he was choking back laughter. President Bush? Honestly! Though... Tre did look very sure and matter-of-fact like. Billie sighed and shook his head.
"Bush did not hit you." he said flatly. Tre socked him in the arm.
"Then I didn't just hit you!" he shouted.
Billie rubbed his arm and hit Tre even harder. "But I hit you!"
Mike put his head in his hands... Not again. Their petty fights always amused him, but he didn't like to take the chance of them escalding into something more, so he grabbed Billie by the collar again and yanked him down into the chair. Billie laughed and fixed his collar.
"Stop with the collar, you're gonna stretch my shirt out guys!" he joked.
"Bite me." MIke laughed. He turned to Tre. "Are you really sure it was the President?"
"YES." Tre yelled. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YES!"
"Then I guess we have to believe you..." he sighed. Billie shot up.
"Are you kidding me? Wha?!" he blurted.
Mike put his hand over Billie's mouth and suffered a bite. Tre was only smiling, he had won. They believed him - for once - and that meant a lot to him. He sat smugly as it grew silent and then fidled with his blanket.
A knock came at the door, making the three of them jump. Billie asumed it was Adrienne, so he got up and answered the door. His jaw dropped at who he saw standing there. Since he had just been talking about him, it kind of shocked him to see the President of the United States.
He was yanked by the collar, again, and dragged out of the room. The door closed and Mike and Tre saw no more of Billie after that. Mike turned to Tre. What just happened? Who was at the door? He was a little too confused to figure that out.
Tre shrugged, thinking Adrienne had wanted to speak with Billie Joe alone, and tried to get some rest. He rolled around and got comfortable as Mike counted the seconds Billie was absent. Little did he know what every second brought in his absence.
Bush walked with his hand firmly gripped on Billie's shoulder and they eventually wound up in the same car that had hit Tre. He threw Billie into the backseat, after gagging him and tying him together that is. He laughed at Billie's failing attepmts to break free. Then he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off down the street.
'What the hell is going on? ' Billie asked himself. He tried to bite through the cloth gag. 'What is Bush doing! ' He bit harder and toar a spot in the cloth. Apperantly, Bush was a really crapy driver because he kept hitting bumps that made Billie bite his tongue and not the gag. That was the only way he could tell that this was actually happening.
Billie didn't want to believe it was happening, but it was. Though he did seem to be making progress on the gag. He bite his hardest and toar it in two, later spitting it out and finding the right words to say.
"What are you doing!" he shouted. Bush turned around.
"How did you get that gag off?" he asked.
Billie flashed a smile. "They're called teeth you moron."
"Smart ass huh?" he started. There was a long silence. "I guess that is what I'm doing, Mr. Armstrong, to stop your band's smart ass politcal comments!"
"What's wrong with you?" Billie screamed.
"Shut up!" Bush hollared. He leaned forward and grabbed a large rifle.
Billie's eyes went big. "What the fuck!"
-Later, in the middle of nowhere-
It was a dark and cold room, with nothing but cracks in the stone ceiling and a dirty slab of concrete for a bed. There were chains connected to the so called bed, which would tie the victom down by his or her ankels and wrists. Knocked out and unfortunatly chained to this bed, was Billie Joe.
From all he could remember, Tre had got hit by a car and then he got kiddnapped by the President. He also got shot with a tranguliazer, painfully, and recalled nothing else. Bush watched from a crack in he ceiling as Billie lay silently on the bed. He wasn't going to wake up or move any time soon.
"Two down... One to go." he laughed. He got Tre out of the way, and now Billie, all he needed to take care of was Mike.
The President's evil plan made no sense to Billie, but made perfect sense to it's creator. You see, he was the one who stole the tapes. He was the one who made them start over again, but once he figured out how they were going to restart, he changed his mind. So, he deicded he would rid of the band members one by one before they could make the album.
He wasn't sure if he was going to kill them or not, but he was pretty sure he was going to seperate them. He began by hitting Tre, then snagged Billie. Now he needed Mike. But Mike was a tricky fish to catch... He would need some help.
'What does he love the most? ' Bush asked himself as he was roaming the halls of his private prison. Then it dawned on him. 'His daughter. I need his daughter, she will be all the help I could ask for. ' He rounded a corner and called a guard over.
"Go find Mike Dirnt's daughter, bring her to me." he ordered.
"Why?" the guard asked.
"Because..." he started fiercely. "She is the last element of my plan. Bring her to me, and we shall taunt little Micheal until he gives in. I don't care if her looses his daughter during the process, he will not make that album."
"And for the others?" he said.
Bush grinned evily. "Never you mind."
Billie Joe leaned back in surprise, that was better than he thought it would be. "Too much novicane there Tre."
"NO! You have to believe me, it was hiiiim. I know it." he told him. He grabbed Billie's shrit collor and shook him as he spoke. "I KNOW IT!"
"Okay, okay, I believe you." he replied, relieved that Tre let go.
He straightened his collar out and looked over at Mike. His face was twisted and he was choking back laughter. President Bush? Honestly! Though... Tre did look very sure and matter-of-fact like. Billie sighed and shook his head.
"Bush did not hit you." he said flatly. Tre socked him in the arm.
"Then I didn't just hit you!" he shouted.
Billie rubbed his arm and hit Tre even harder. "But I hit you!"
Mike put his head in his hands... Not again. Their petty fights always amused him, but he didn't like to take the chance of them escalding into something more, so he grabbed Billie by the collar again and yanked him down into the chair. Billie laughed and fixed his collar.
"Stop with the collar, you're gonna stretch my shirt out guys!" he joked.
"Bite me." MIke laughed. He turned to Tre. "Are you really sure it was the President?"
"YES." Tre yelled. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YES!"
"Then I guess we have to believe you..." he sighed. Billie shot up.
"Are you kidding me? Wha?!" he blurted.
Mike put his hand over Billie's mouth and suffered a bite. Tre was only smiling, he had won. They believed him - for once - and that meant a lot to him. He sat smugly as it grew silent and then fidled with his blanket.
A knock came at the door, making the three of them jump. Billie asumed it was Adrienne, so he got up and answered the door. His jaw dropped at who he saw standing there. Since he had just been talking about him, it kind of shocked him to see the President of the United States.
He was yanked by the collar, again, and dragged out of the room. The door closed and Mike and Tre saw no more of Billie after that. Mike turned to Tre. What just happened? Who was at the door? He was a little too confused to figure that out.
Tre shrugged, thinking Adrienne had wanted to speak with Billie Joe alone, and tried to get some rest. He rolled around and got comfortable as Mike counted the seconds Billie was absent. Little did he know what every second brought in his absence.
Bush walked with his hand firmly gripped on Billie's shoulder and they eventually wound up in the same car that had hit Tre. He threw Billie into the backseat, after gagging him and tying him together that is. He laughed at Billie's failing attepmts to break free. Then he pulled out of the parking lot and drove off down the street.
'What the hell is going on? ' Billie asked himself. He tried to bite through the cloth gag. 'What is Bush doing! ' He bit harder and toar a spot in the cloth. Apperantly, Bush was a really crapy driver because he kept hitting bumps that made Billie bite his tongue and not the gag. That was the only way he could tell that this was actually happening.
Billie didn't want to believe it was happening, but it was. Though he did seem to be making progress on the gag. He bite his hardest and toar it in two, later spitting it out and finding the right words to say.
"What are you doing!" he shouted. Bush turned around.
"How did you get that gag off?" he asked.
Billie flashed a smile. "They're called teeth you moron."
"Smart ass huh?" he started. There was a long silence. "I guess that is what I'm doing, Mr. Armstrong, to stop your band's smart ass politcal comments!"
"What's wrong with you?" Billie screamed.
"Shut up!" Bush hollared. He leaned forward and grabbed a large rifle.
Billie's eyes went big. "What the fuck!"
-Later, in the middle of nowhere-
It was a dark and cold room, with nothing but cracks in the stone ceiling and a dirty slab of concrete for a bed. There were chains connected to the so called bed, which would tie the victom down by his or her ankels and wrists. Knocked out and unfortunatly chained to this bed, was Billie Joe.
From all he could remember, Tre had got hit by a car and then he got kiddnapped by the President. He also got shot with a tranguliazer, painfully, and recalled nothing else. Bush watched from a crack in he ceiling as Billie lay silently on the bed. He wasn't going to wake up or move any time soon.
"Two down... One to go." he laughed. He got Tre out of the way, and now Billie, all he needed to take care of was Mike.
The President's evil plan made no sense to Billie, but made perfect sense to it's creator. You see, he was the one who stole the tapes. He was the one who made them start over again, but once he figured out how they were going to restart, he changed his mind. So, he deicded he would rid of the band members one by one before they could make the album.
He wasn't sure if he was going to kill them or not, but he was pretty sure he was going to seperate them. He began by hitting Tre, then snagged Billie. Now he needed Mike. But Mike was a tricky fish to catch... He would need some help.
'What does he love the most? ' Bush asked himself as he was roaming the halls of his private prison. Then it dawned on him. 'His daughter. I need his daughter, she will be all the help I could ask for. ' He rounded a corner and called a guard over.
"Go find Mike Dirnt's daughter, bring her to me." he ordered.
"Why?" the guard asked.
"Because..." he started fiercely. "She is the last element of my plan. Bring her to me, and we shall taunt little Micheal until he gives in. I don't care if her looses his daughter during the process, he will not make that album."
"And for the others?" he said.
Bush grinned evily. "Never you mind."
