Green Eyes, chapter 4
"I get to observe him...oh thank you Mr. O'Mally."
Green eyes snapped open, and the man sat up quickly. Or, at least he tried too. But his arms and legs were chained down, "What the... what the hell... ?" He glanced around with his eyes and saw... nothing. His head throbbed and felt like at any moment his brain would explode. A bright light flashed on and the man squinted his eyes due to the sudden change in the dimness. Bare walls surrounded him, and except for a few random machines, nothing else seemed to be there.
"Perfect, just fucking perfect." He spat, clenching his fists. "Where the fuck am I?"
"Now, now, didn't your mother ever teach you not to use that kind of language?"
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering all over the room. "Why am I here?"
"Ahh, punishment my dear Billie Joe." Roger hissed, walking around the table with his hands clasped behind his back.
Growling in annoyance, Billie rolled his eyes, "Damn it Roger, this is fucking... y'know, predictable, cheesy, whatever the hell you want to call it. Just kill me and get it over with," There was a twinge of pain that shot through his heart. He'd never get to see the ones he loved again if Roger decided to kill him. 'Joey... Jakob... Mike... Tre... Stevie... '
The names rung throughout his head and the struggle to get out became stronger, but his energy became lower. He tried to block out Roger's words as he fought to sit up, to move. Anything... just to get out...
"And then she'll be mine, and I'll do everything you wish you could be doing with her. But you won't be able to, you'll be dead." Roger whispered into his ear, laughing. "That girl of yours will learn to love me Mr. Armstrong. She won't have a choice."
He could hear Roger talking about everything he'd do with Stevie... to Stevie... He heard every word spoken slowly and clearly, as if he were pronouncing each word louder and slower, just to drive him insane. And it was working, his face began feeling very hot and he started seeing red.
"And she'll moan my name instead of yours."
He snapped, "Fuck you! You won't fucking touch her, EVER. Even if I'm dead, I swear if I fucking see you lay a hand on her, or even fucking look at her. I'll come back from the after life and fucking kick your pathetic ass." He yelled, anger burning in his eyes.
"You're language is strong, but yourself? Not so much." Billie struggled and pulled to get free, wanting to murder the other man. "Well, I have another meeting to attend to, I hope you have fun while I'm gone."
By the tone of his voice, Billie knew he was going to go find Stevie. "No! You fucking bastard! Get back here, don't you dare touch her!" He struggled and struggled but he couldn't get lose.
"It's no use; you're stuck there until Mr. O'Mally decides to let you out... or kill you." Came a feminine voice from behind him, he tried to look around to see the person, but was unable. "So until you can lay there while I study that adorable little figure of yours." The voice cooed.
He twitched, whoever else was in here was certainly not going to be cruel... or at least in the bloody kind of way. "Who are you?" He snapped.
"Ohh, no one you need to worry about too much. Just stopping by for a little... chat." There was sudden pain on the back of his neck and he let out a choked scream as everything became fuzzy. He felt a hand smoothing his hair back, and he could tell that they were speaking but he couldn't make out the words, everything was becoming faded.
Everything became dark, and then there was a splash of cool air and a misty light. Everything around him felt wet but cold. Billie turned around and around, searching for someone... something. But only saw a hole of endless black. His first thought was he was dead, but... that would mean he would be up in heaven or some shit like that. This... this wasn't anything close.
"Am I in Hell?" He questioned himself, furrowing his eyebrows. Suddenly images appeared, thousands of them. Some of him and Mike, Tre, some of him with his kids or other friends of his. There were some with him and Stevie...
"Promise you'll never leave me... "
"I promise... "
He felt tears sting his eyes and he turned his head away, "What the fuck is this place?"
And just like that, it hit him hard. He was asleep, but not completely. He was in the stage between sleeping and awakening. All his memories came flooding back and he stumbled.
"Stevie... Mike... everyone... I'm sorry... "
[u]"Will they forgive me?"[/u]
[u]---Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a...
My shadow's only one who walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone[/u]
Green eyes snapped open, and the man sat up quickly. Or, at least he tried too. But his arms and legs were chained down, "What the... what the hell... ?" He glanced around with his eyes and saw... nothing. His head throbbed and felt like at any moment his brain would explode. A bright light flashed on and the man squinted his eyes due to the sudden change in the dimness. Bare walls surrounded him, and except for a few random machines, nothing else seemed to be there.
"Perfect, just fucking perfect." He spat, clenching his fists. "Where the fuck am I?"
"Now, now, didn't your mother ever teach you not to use that kind of language?"
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering all over the room. "Why am I here?"
"Ahh, punishment my dear Billie Joe." Roger hissed, walking around the table with his hands clasped behind his back.
Growling in annoyance, Billie rolled his eyes, "Damn it Roger, this is fucking... y'know, predictable, cheesy, whatever the hell you want to call it. Just kill me and get it over with," There was a twinge of pain that shot through his heart. He'd never get to see the ones he loved again if Roger decided to kill him. 'Joey... Jakob... Mike... Tre... Stevie... '
The names rung throughout his head and the struggle to get out became stronger, but his energy became lower. He tried to block out Roger's words as he fought to sit up, to move. Anything... just to get out...
"And then she'll be mine, and I'll do everything you wish you could be doing with her. But you won't be able to, you'll be dead." Roger whispered into his ear, laughing. "That girl of yours will learn to love me Mr. Armstrong. She won't have a choice."
He could hear Roger talking about everything he'd do with Stevie... to Stevie... He heard every word spoken slowly and clearly, as if he were pronouncing each word louder and slower, just to drive him insane. And it was working, his face began feeling very hot and he started seeing red.
"And she'll moan my name instead of yours."
He snapped, "Fuck you! You won't fucking touch her, EVER. Even if I'm dead, I swear if I fucking see you lay a hand on her, or even fucking look at her. I'll come back from the after life and fucking kick your pathetic ass." He yelled, anger burning in his eyes.
"You're language is strong, but yourself? Not so much." Billie struggled and pulled to get free, wanting to murder the other man. "Well, I have another meeting to attend to, I hope you have fun while I'm gone."
By the tone of his voice, Billie knew he was going to go find Stevie. "No! You fucking bastard! Get back here, don't you dare touch her!" He struggled and struggled but he couldn't get lose.
"It's no use; you're stuck there until Mr. O'Mally decides to let you out... or kill you." Came a feminine voice from behind him, he tried to look around to see the person, but was unable. "So until you can lay there while I study that adorable little figure of yours." The voice cooed.
He twitched, whoever else was in here was certainly not going to be cruel... or at least in the bloody kind of way. "Who are you?" He snapped.
"Ohh, no one you need to worry about too much. Just stopping by for a little... chat." There was sudden pain on the back of his neck and he let out a choked scream as everything became fuzzy. He felt a hand smoothing his hair back, and he could tell that they were speaking but he couldn't make out the words, everything was becoming faded.
Everything became dark, and then there was a splash of cool air and a misty light. Everything around him felt wet but cold. Billie turned around and around, searching for someone... something. But only saw a hole of endless black. His first thought was he was dead, but... that would mean he would be up in heaven or some shit like that. This... this wasn't anything close.
"Am I in Hell?" He questioned himself, furrowing his eyebrows. Suddenly images appeared, thousands of them. Some of him and Mike, Tre, some of him with his kids or other friends of his. There were some with him and Stevie...
"Promise you'll never leave me... "
"I promise... "
He felt tears sting his eyes and he turned his head away, "What the fuck is this place?"
And just like that, it hit him hard. He was asleep, but not completely. He was in the stage between sleeping and awakening. All his memories came flooding back and he stumbled.
"Stevie... Mike... everyone... I'm sorry... "
[u]"Will they forgive me?"[/u]
[u]---Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone, I walk alone, I walk alone
I walk alone, I walk a...
My shadow's only one who walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone[/u]
