The Day Billie's and Mike's Life Came Crashing Down, chapter 13
"Hello, Mr Dirnt! We meet again, Do you remember us? Huh, move aside we need to kill Mr. Armstrong."
"NO! YOU CAN SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE YOU BASTARD-ARSE-PISSING-MOON-WANK-TWATS! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR BILLIE AND IF YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE THEN YOU CAN KILL ME AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I GET REALLY MAD!" Mike screamed at the gang leader.
"I think that you should wash your mouth out with soap don't you? Get him!" The gang leader said clicking his fingers and two of the members came up to Mike and threw him into the wall, the lamp fell off of the table and landed on his head and smashed.
"Right, it's time for you Mr. Armstrong. Go and get him!"
Three of the members this time went upstairs and barged their way into Billie's room, dragging him out of his bed and down the stairs.
"HELP! MIKE! MIKE! HELP!" Billie screamed struggling against the members.
"Your buddy Mike can't help you, take a good hard look over there in that corner. Hopefully he won't wake up. But keep on watching anyway and you can see him die right here infront of you."
He poured some oil around Mike in a semi-circle and through a lighter down onto the liquid and flames shot around Mike edging closer and closer to him.
"NOOOO! MIKE!! MIKE!! WAKE UP! MIKE!! GET HIM AWAY FROM THERE YOU NASTY SON OF A BITCH! MIKE!"
"Will you shut him up!"
They tied Billie's hands behind his back and they taped a sock into his mouth so his shouts were muffled. He was crying and he couldn't turn his head away from Mike as they were holding his head in the direction of Mike.
"Take him out to the van and lock him in the back." They pulled Billie out of the front door and chucked him into the back of the van where he was knocked out with some liquid they put into his system using a syringe. They all climbed in the van and drove off leaving Mike in a burning building.
*Inside the house*
Tre had appeared and was running over to Mike trying to avoid the flames as he was doing so. "Mike! Mike! Get up please! Mike!" Tre screamed and started to drag Mike away from the flames. He dragged him out of the front door just in time as the house blew up into more flames and out came running little Tre. He ran over to Mike and hid behind his back.
Neighbours came out of their houses and ran over to drag Mike and little Tre away from the house. They dragged them to the otherside of the street and called an ambulance and the fire brigade.
The ambulance arrived first and came over to Mike he was hardly breathing and his lungs were so full of smoke, that he couldn't stop coughing. They took him into the ambulance and put a blanket around him while one of the neighbours said that they'd look after little Tre. Mike soon passed out and didn't wake up until the morning.
The fire brigade got the flames out, but when they had the house was completly destroyed. The photos of Mike, Tre and Billie were all destroyed. All of Billie's guitars were burnt and Mike's basses were burnt and Tre's drumkit was completly destroyed. Mike was lucky to even be alive if it hadn't have been for Tre.
*In a secret location*
Billie woke and found himself tied to a chair. His vision was still abit blurry but he could make out four figures in the corner.
"Aah, so you've finally decided to wake up now have you. Good then we can get down to buisness," He said and punched Billie's jaw. He tried to cry out for help but whatever noise he made, he got hit further. He kept having the image of Mike in his mind and the thought of him lying on the floor surrounded by flames wouldn't leave his head. He started to cry silently but even if he did cry he got another beating. He was so bruised that he couldn't move his arms. But he could feel the rope cut into his skin.
"NO! YOU CAN SHOVE IT UP YOUR ARSE YOU BASTARD-ARSE-PISSING-MOON-WANK-TWATS! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR BILLIE AND IF YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE THEN YOU CAN KILL ME AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I GET REALLY MAD!" Mike screamed at the gang leader.
"I think that you should wash your mouth out with soap don't you? Get him!" The gang leader said clicking his fingers and two of the members came up to Mike and threw him into the wall, the lamp fell off of the table and landed on his head and smashed.
"Right, it's time for you Mr. Armstrong. Go and get him!"
Three of the members this time went upstairs and barged their way into Billie's room, dragging him out of his bed and down the stairs.
"HELP! MIKE! MIKE! HELP!" Billie screamed struggling against the members.
"Your buddy Mike can't help you, take a good hard look over there in that corner. Hopefully he won't wake up. But keep on watching anyway and you can see him die right here infront of you."
He poured some oil around Mike in a semi-circle and through a lighter down onto the liquid and flames shot around Mike edging closer and closer to him.
"NOOOO! MIKE!! MIKE!! WAKE UP! MIKE!! GET HIM AWAY FROM THERE YOU NASTY SON OF A BITCH! MIKE!"
"Will you shut him up!"
They tied Billie's hands behind his back and they taped a sock into his mouth so his shouts were muffled. He was crying and he couldn't turn his head away from Mike as they were holding his head in the direction of Mike.
"Take him out to the van and lock him in the back." They pulled Billie out of the front door and chucked him into the back of the van where he was knocked out with some liquid they put into his system using a syringe. They all climbed in the van and drove off leaving Mike in a burning building.
*Inside the house*
Tre had appeared and was running over to Mike trying to avoid the flames as he was doing so. "Mike! Mike! Get up please! Mike!" Tre screamed and started to drag Mike away from the flames. He dragged him out of the front door just in time as the house blew up into more flames and out came running little Tre. He ran over to Mike and hid behind his back.
Neighbours came out of their houses and ran over to drag Mike and little Tre away from the house. They dragged them to the otherside of the street and called an ambulance and the fire brigade.
The ambulance arrived first and came over to Mike he was hardly breathing and his lungs were so full of smoke, that he couldn't stop coughing. They took him into the ambulance and put a blanket around him while one of the neighbours said that they'd look after little Tre. Mike soon passed out and didn't wake up until the morning.
The fire brigade got the flames out, but when they had the house was completly destroyed. The photos of Mike, Tre and Billie were all destroyed. All of Billie's guitars were burnt and Mike's basses were burnt and Tre's drumkit was completly destroyed. Mike was lucky to even be alive if it hadn't have been for Tre.
*In a secret location*
Billie woke and found himself tied to a chair. His vision was still abit blurry but he could make out four figures in the corner.
"Aah, so you've finally decided to wake up now have you. Good then we can get down to buisness," He said and punched Billie's jaw. He tried to cry out for help but whatever noise he made, he got hit further. He kept having the image of Mike in his mind and the thought of him lying on the floor surrounded by flames wouldn't leave his head. He started to cry silently but even if he did cry he got another beating. He was so bruised that he couldn't move his arms. But he could feel the rope cut into his skin.
