The Cobaininator! Rise of... The Guitars?, chapter 7
"How do we get the guitar?" Mike asked.
"I have an idea of how." Billie Joe replied.
"Drive to the graveyard."
AT THE GRAVEYARD
They walked around, they were in a small area, with famous people buried undernath them. There was a full moon, and all they could hear was the wind and eery sounds, like the snap of a twig or the hoot of an owl.
"God damn, when I die, shove me down the tiolet, hide me in the closet, but holy fuck, don't bury me here!" Mike said.
At last, they came upon an enormous grave, with the tombstone carved
"KURT KOBAIN"
Billie Joe had grabbed a shovel on the way there, he began digging. After a while, he found the coffin. He opened it, there was the dusty skeleton of Kurt Cobain, and underneath it, his guitar.
"Just as I thought." said Billie yanking the guitar out.
Mike looked around and shivered, suddenly he spotted something and his jaw dropped.
"Oh fuckin' hell, Billie, look!" Billie turned around and dropped the guitar, right across from Kurt's grave was... Tre's.
"I don't believe it..."
"That bastard! That sick fucker! He's insane and sick minded and twisted!" Billie Joe roared.
"Lets get outta here, he might be in the graveyard."
LATER AT BILLIE JOE'S HOUSE.
"OKay. so we wait for him?"
Mike asked.
"Yes, he should come here."
Mike held an enormous canister of petrol and a box of matchsticks.
"Fuck it, I can buy a new house anytime, but Tre..." Billie joe cursed.
Suddenly, there was a crash at the window. Kurt jumped in.
"MY GUITAR!" He roared.
He pulled out a knife and imediately threw it Mike.
It hit him in the stomach and he dropped.
"NO!" Billie Joe dropped the guitar and bent down to help Mike.
"You killed my best friends!" Billie snarled.
Kurt laughed and twirled the other knife in his hands.
"Just wait..."
Billie joe pulled the knife from mike's stomach and launched it at Kurt, hitting him in the leg and pushing him down.
"Hah, tell me, what were you planning to do after you killed me?" he shouted. But Billie Joe just ignored and poured all the petrol around the sititng room, he headed for the others. He then ran out and spread it around the house.
He grabbed the match, Kurt was running after him.
He lit it.
"THIS IS FOR TRE AND MIKE!"
He threw the lit match and the house went up in flames.
Billie fell back as the windows smashed and the whole thing set alight.
"NO! IF I GO YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!" he heard, Billie Joe was in front of the door, and was about to run when a hand pulled inside to the flames.
There was nothing but darkness.
"Billie Joe, are you alright? Billie, wake up!"
he opened his eyes. Biillie Joe was in his room, he was surrounded by Mike, Tre and his family.
"Dad! You're awake!" Joey said hugging him.
Billie Joe hugged him back and stared at Mike and Tre. he grabbed them both and hugged them tight.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Tre laughed.
"I never knew you felt that way Billie!" Mike laughed.
Billie ignored, he was just happy to see them.
They walked out and Adie told him about dinner. He got up and walked to the window.
"What a freaky dream..."
As he walked down, all that could be heard in the distance, was that creepy laugh, of the suicidal, Kurt Cobain.
THE END
"I have an idea of how." Billie Joe replied.
"Drive to the graveyard."
AT THE GRAVEYARD
They walked around, they were in a small area, with famous people buried undernath them. There was a full moon, and all they could hear was the wind and eery sounds, like the snap of a twig or the hoot of an owl.
"God damn, when I die, shove me down the tiolet, hide me in the closet, but holy fuck, don't bury me here!" Mike said.
At last, they came upon an enormous grave, with the tombstone carved
"KURT KOBAIN"
Billie Joe had grabbed a shovel on the way there, he began digging. After a while, he found the coffin. He opened it, there was the dusty skeleton of Kurt Cobain, and underneath it, his guitar.
"Just as I thought." said Billie yanking the guitar out.
Mike looked around and shivered, suddenly he spotted something and his jaw dropped.
"Oh fuckin' hell, Billie, look!" Billie turned around and dropped the guitar, right across from Kurt's grave was... Tre's.
"I don't believe it..."
"That bastard! That sick fucker! He's insane and sick minded and twisted!" Billie Joe roared.
"Lets get outta here, he might be in the graveyard."
LATER AT BILLIE JOE'S HOUSE.
"OKay. so we wait for him?"
Mike asked.
"Yes, he should come here."
Mike held an enormous canister of petrol and a box of matchsticks.
"Fuck it, I can buy a new house anytime, but Tre..." Billie joe cursed.
Suddenly, there was a crash at the window. Kurt jumped in.
"MY GUITAR!" He roared.
He pulled out a knife and imediately threw it Mike.
It hit him in the stomach and he dropped.
"NO!" Billie Joe dropped the guitar and bent down to help Mike.
"You killed my best friends!" Billie snarled.
Kurt laughed and twirled the other knife in his hands.
"Just wait..."
Billie joe pulled the knife from mike's stomach and launched it at Kurt, hitting him in the leg and pushing him down.
"Hah, tell me, what were you planning to do after you killed me?" he shouted. But Billie Joe just ignored and poured all the petrol around the sititng room, he headed for the others. He then ran out and spread it around the house.
He grabbed the match, Kurt was running after him.
He lit it.
"THIS IS FOR TRE AND MIKE!"
He threw the lit match and the house went up in flames.
Billie fell back as the windows smashed and the whole thing set alight.
"NO! IF I GO YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!" he heard, Billie Joe was in front of the door, and was about to run when a hand pulled inside to the flames.
There was nothing but darkness.
"Billie Joe, are you alright? Billie, wake up!"
he opened his eyes. Biillie Joe was in his room, he was surrounded by Mike, Tre and his family.
"Dad! You're awake!" Joey said hugging him.
Billie Joe hugged him back and stared at Mike and Tre. he grabbed them both and hugged them tight.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Tre laughed.
"I never knew you felt that way Billie!" Mike laughed.
Billie ignored, he was just happy to see them.
They walked out and Adie told him about dinner. He got up and walked to the window.
"What a freaky dream..."
As he walked down, all that could be heard in the distance, was that creepy laugh, of the suicidal, Kurt Cobain.
THE END
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