You better back your shit up, chapter 9
Billie was exhausted, mentally and physically, his foot throbbed and a wrenched burning sensation rose to his mouth when he thought of the excruciating pain that his toe had undergone. He hoped to god that Mike wouldn't have to endure what he had been through. One question was burning through his skull, why? Why on earth had all this happened, it was like a bad dream, a nightmare that he couldn't escape from. His stomach swirled as he heard Tre coming back up the stairs, white as a sheet, Billie felt a cloud of hatred hit him as his friend came into view, Tre had been more than a friend to him, but looking at him now he felt that given half the chance he would enjoy ripping his head off.
His thoughts drifted as Mike was dragged from his resting place against the wall and flung onto a chair. He saw as his friend's gag was torn form his mouth and tossed across the room, he saw as Mike gagged for fresh air, then was roughly smacked across the face. The *smack* noise rang in the air and Billie noticed Tre look away in fear. Tre's eyes where dark, not shining and mischievous as they usually where, Billie's heart softened at his friend's look, he was obviously being forced into this for some reason, he knew that his friend wouldn't do something such as this out of pure malice. Would he?
His gaze snatched right again when he heard Mike cry in pain, Billie couldn't see what was happening, he didn't have the energy to cry out to Mike, he just stared at the back of the torturer, wishing his gaze would burn through them in some way, his breath hitched when the fiend moved to the left, blood was flowing from Mike's ear, Billie blinked, swallowing hard he gasped, was Mike's right lobe missing?
He looked at Tre who had clutched his throat. He wanted the drummer to look at him, Tre was the only one who could stop this, but he refused to look at either Billie or Mike directly in the eye, Mike was crying in pain. Billie couldn't take this anymore, what happened if this psycho got hold of more of the people he loved? Jason? His Family? His other friends? He had to do something and quick.
It seemed Mike had the same thing on his mind, anger was building up inside him, he wanted to kill this bastard and then castrate Tre for being such a fucking dickhead. He looked at Tre, his so called friend just standing there like an eejit made his short temper explode. He bit his lip through the pain of his throbbing earlobe and looked at Billie who seemed paralysed with fear and anger combined.
"Okay Mike, I just want to say that I never had anything against you personally but I need you to get back at BJ over there." Mike looked up at his tormentor, eyes roasting with anger, "Being honest, I always thought you where overshadowed by that ignorant tosser." They flicked their head to where Billie was laying on the bed.
Mike finally snapped, "You Fucking shit!" He immediately knew that was a mistake. Fear clouded him now as looked into the piercing and fuming eyes of this person who was bent furiously over him. Without saying a word, they nodded their head towards Mike at Tre, who swallowed hard and grabbed his friends shirted- shoulders and dragged him out of the room, "NO! TRE! GODDAMIT! ITS ME! PLEASE NO! GOD NO! TRE! TRE... "
It went horrifically quiet; the only sound was the heavy breathing of Billie Joe lying on the bed, he felt half dead, this wasn't happening. His captor turned around and smiled, with all his strength Billie mustered a few words, so quietly that his tormentor had to walk closer to hear,
"What's happened to Mike?"
"Nothing drastic yet."
"Please... if you ever have loved me or still do... please... just stop."
"I'm sorry Billie."
"Please... I still love you... please... Adi."
His thoughts drifted as Mike was dragged from his resting place against the wall and flung onto a chair. He saw as his friend's gag was torn form his mouth and tossed across the room, he saw as Mike gagged for fresh air, then was roughly smacked across the face. The *smack* noise rang in the air and Billie noticed Tre look away in fear. Tre's eyes where dark, not shining and mischievous as they usually where, Billie's heart softened at his friend's look, he was obviously being forced into this for some reason, he knew that his friend wouldn't do something such as this out of pure malice. Would he?
His gaze snatched right again when he heard Mike cry in pain, Billie couldn't see what was happening, he didn't have the energy to cry out to Mike, he just stared at the back of the torturer, wishing his gaze would burn through them in some way, his breath hitched when the fiend moved to the left, blood was flowing from Mike's ear, Billie blinked, swallowing hard he gasped, was Mike's right lobe missing?
He looked at Tre who had clutched his throat. He wanted the drummer to look at him, Tre was the only one who could stop this, but he refused to look at either Billie or Mike directly in the eye, Mike was crying in pain. Billie couldn't take this anymore, what happened if this psycho got hold of more of the people he loved? Jason? His Family? His other friends? He had to do something and quick.
It seemed Mike had the same thing on his mind, anger was building up inside him, he wanted to kill this bastard and then castrate Tre for being such a fucking dickhead. He looked at Tre, his so called friend just standing there like an eejit made his short temper explode. He bit his lip through the pain of his throbbing earlobe and looked at Billie who seemed paralysed with fear and anger combined.
"Okay Mike, I just want to say that I never had anything against you personally but I need you to get back at BJ over there." Mike looked up at his tormentor, eyes roasting with anger, "Being honest, I always thought you where overshadowed by that ignorant tosser." They flicked their head to where Billie was laying on the bed.
Mike finally snapped, "You Fucking shit!" He immediately knew that was a mistake. Fear clouded him now as looked into the piercing and fuming eyes of this person who was bent furiously over him. Without saying a word, they nodded their head towards Mike at Tre, who swallowed hard and grabbed his friends shirted- shoulders and dragged him out of the room, "NO! TRE! GODDAMIT! ITS ME! PLEASE NO! GOD NO! TRE! TRE... "
It went horrifically quiet; the only sound was the heavy breathing of Billie Joe lying on the bed, he felt half dead, this wasn't happening. His captor turned around and smiled, with all his strength Billie mustered a few words, so quietly that his tormentor had to walk closer to hear,
"What's happened to Mike?"
"Nothing drastic yet."
"Please... if you ever have loved me or still do... please... just stop."
"I'm sorry Billie."
"Please... I still love you... please... Adi."
