There's No Such Thing As Heros, chapter 3
Tre opened his eyes and looked around wildy. He was in some kinda of cell. What the hell had he gotten up to while stoned out of his mind? He panicked for a moment then spotted Billie Joe sat in the far corner,
"Billie Joe?" the guitarist looked up and smiled weakly before pushing himself to his feet and walking over to sit next to him,
"Hey man, you okay?"
"I'm good. What about you? Where did you get that bruise?" he asked pointing at the dark bruise that had formed around Billie Joe's left eye,
"Long story"
"Do tell and while you're at it, where are we?"
"Okay, but you ain't gonna like it"
"So you're telling me that we're in another world, being held priosner by some creature and the only way to get home is by using advanced magic?" Billie nodded
"I am never smoking weed again"Tre declared
"Don't blame the dope. Skilfazar would have taken us anyway"
"Yeah. So we can either agree to be his slaves or disagree and he's got some nasty stuff in store?"
"Yeah. But I reckon his threats are empty. Fuck him. I ain't doing nothing that he says"
"Are you sure that's a good idea Bill?"
"I don't know Tre but I don't like the thought of being anyone's slave. Least of all a conceited bastard like him"
"He's a mage you retard. He can probabley hear what you're saying"hissed Tre
"I don't fucking care. He can do what he likes but I'm not changing my mind"
"Don't be so sure"Skilfazar's cold growl of a voice echoed through the small, dimly lit room. Tre and Billie froze,
"So, Billie Joe, you think my threats are empty hmm? And that I'm a conceited bastard? Your friend here has more common sense than you. We'll go see about these 'empty' threats shall we?" Tre looked at Billie Joe, pure fear in his eyes, Billie gulped but said nothing.
"No apology? Very well. Come with me"seconds later Skilfazar had dragged Billie Joe out of the room slamming the door behing him. The drummer let out a frightened whimper,
"You idiot Billie Joe"he said under his breath. He had no idea what Skilfazar was going to do to the guitarist but he knew it wasn't going to be nice.
"Billie Joe?" the guitarist looked up and smiled weakly before pushing himself to his feet and walking over to sit next to him,
"Hey man, you okay?"
"I'm good. What about you? Where did you get that bruise?" he asked pointing at the dark bruise that had formed around Billie Joe's left eye,
"Long story"
"Do tell and while you're at it, where are we?"
"Okay, but you ain't gonna like it"
"So you're telling me that we're in another world, being held priosner by some creature and the only way to get home is by using advanced magic?" Billie nodded
"I am never smoking weed again"Tre declared
"Don't blame the dope. Skilfazar would have taken us anyway"
"Yeah. So we can either agree to be his slaves or disagree and he's got some nasty stuff in store?"
"Yeah. But I reckon his threats are empty. Fuck him. I ain't doing nothing that he says"
"Are you sure that's a good idea Bill?"
"I don't know Tre but I don't like the thought of being anyone's slave. Least of all a conceited bastard like him"
"He's a mage you retard. He can probabley hear what you're saying"hissed Tre
"I don't fucking care. He can do what he likes but I'm not changing my mind"
"Don't be so sure"Skilfazar's cold growl of a voice echoed through the small, dimly lit room. Tre and Billie froze,
"So, Billie Joe, you think my threats are empty hmm? And that I'm a conceited bastard? Your friend here has more common sense than you. We'll go see about these 'empty' threats shall we?" Tre looked at Billie Joe, pure fear in his eyes, Billie gulped but said nothing.
"No apology? Very well. Come with me"seconds later Skilfazar had dragged Billie Joe out of the room slamming the door behing him. The drummer let out a frightened whimper,
"You idiot Billie Joe"he said under his breath. He had no idea what Skilfazar was going to do to the guitarist but he knew it wasn't going to be nice.
