The Joke Is Over (Sequel to Late Night Partiers), chapter 3

Mike dunked," Damn it watch where you point that thing you mother fucker!!!"
"Well if you say one more thing like that to me I won't miss next time..." he pointed the gun at Mike. The other man took the gun away from him and walked towards Mike.
"Sorry about that Mr. Dirnt," he said putting the gun in between Mike's eyes. Mike's gun was lowered.
Billie lowered the man's gun and said, "No need for guns dude.."
The man pointed it a t Billie now. He didn't say anything. He put the gun against Billie's face between his eyes. Billie tightly closed his eyes and he stood there waiting for the man to pull the trigger.
"Here's your late present rock star," said the man.
The name rock star sounded familar and Billie opened his eyes to noticed his tattoo on his wrist.. It said 924 Gilman . Billie closed his eyes once again and heard a click then BANG!!!!
Billie's heart stopped for a split second..." I-I'm not dead? What the fuck!?" He opened his eyes. "Holy shit!! That's the first dead guy I have ever seen.."
The man was dead, Mike had shot him. Mike stared at the gun in his hand, "Holy fuck!! I killed him..." Mike sat in the floor on his knees looking at what he had done.
Billie didn't think very much about it, he walked into the other room and saw nothing, but another door. He walked over to it and slowly opened it. "Holy shit Mike come in here!!"
Mike didn't answer he just sat there and looked at the body.
Tre was in the room tied to a chair. It was a small dark room. Tre was very pale and dark eyed. He looked at Billie.
"Don't worry buddy," said Billie untying him. "Me and Mike are gonna get ya home.." He helped Tre up from the chair and walked out of the room.
Mike was still sitting there staring at the gun and then the man.
"Come on Mike," said Billie holding Tre up.
Tre's eyes slowly moved across the room, "Where am I?" he asked dryly.
"Your going home dude, " Said Billie as Mike followed him out the door.
They all got into the car. Billie started the car and drove off. Tre had his head lying on the back of the driver's seat.
"I don't feel good Bill..." he said as he passed out and fell into the floor of the car.
"God damn it!!!!!!!!" said Billie Joe looking back and forth from the road to Tre in the back seat.
Mike was just staring out into the thin air.
A FEW HOURS LATER AT Billie's house Tre was lying on the couch with a doctor examining him. The doctor opened Tre' left eye and looked into it with a pin light, then he did the same with the right eye.
"Well, he has been beaten, had no sleep, and the dark didn't do his eyes any good.. Around the Irus is toren from being hit with a fist or some kind of object... What happened to him?" the doctor asked pulling some tintied glasses from his pocket.
"He got taken and I guess the person beat him.. " said Billie Joe. Mike was on the otherside of the room.
"Oh," said the doctor. "He needs to wear these while he is in the light, even a gigs, lights, sun shine, any kind of light.. If he don't he can go blind. So whe he doesn't want to wear them pull the shades and turn the lights out..."
"OK," said Billie he turned out all the lights. "Just in case.."
"Yeah, people don't react well to the fact that if they don't wear these they could go blind.. It wouldn't be good for him to go blind.." said the doctor. " Well here they are and I need to see him next week.. Here's my card if you need anything or want to ask any questions.. If he won't belive you about the glasses give him my card.." The doctor left.
Mike watched him leave and saw a police car drive up.. "Holy shit Billie!!! They've came for me!!" He jumped up.
" Mike calm down, just tell them what happened.. The truth, the whole truth," said Billie. "They'll just take you in for questioning and maybe even me.. That's it, they won't arrest you.. If in some strange happening and they do, I will do everything in my power to get you the fuck out of there ok?"
"Ok," said Mike looking unsure, confused and worried at the same time.
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