Take Back The Image of the Invisible, chapter 7
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"Shit!" Billie cursed loudly and hit the wall with his fist as frustration began to get the better of him.
"What are we going to do? Those creeps took Tré and we couldn't do ANYTHING, and add to that the fact that they said there coming BACK again... Fuck," he muttered running his fingers through his hair and beginning to pace back and forth across the kitchen again.
Mike spoke up from his seat at the table as he watched his friend pace. "Billie, sit down and take a couple deep breaths. There's nothing we can do about any of it tonight, and working yourself into a panicked frenzy won't help either."
Billie fell into an empty chair with a heavy sigh and looked at his two band mates. None of them had escaped the encounter with Snake's gang unscathed. Jason had a bag of ice pressed against his eye where he'd caught a hard swing from Snake and his hand was cut up from the two-by-four he had been using against his assailants, but was relatively sound other than that. Mike had been bloodied up a bit when he'd fought with Weasel and Rat, but nothing to serious. Billie was sure he had his share of cuts and bruises too, but he could care less. The only thing he could think about right then was the fact that one of his best friends had been dragged off and they hadn't been able to do a single thing to help him.
Billie's head was spinning. What if those thugs actually killed Tré? What if they just left him somewhere to die? Where were they going to take him? Would he end up wherever they had taken Frankito and Ramona?
"Billie," Jason's voice broke through the front man's thoughts and he looked up at the back up guitarist.
"We're gona find him, don't worry. There's no way in Hell we're just going to leave him to those fuckers, you know that."
Billie gave a weak nod and swallowed hard before he spoke, "I don't want Adrienne and the boys to be here alone while we are out looking. Those guys said they would come back and someone needs to be here to protect them if they do come back."
Billie looked down the hall towards the living room where Adie and the boys were now asleep. He would die to keep them safe from those creeps. Mike and Jason nodded in agreement.
"We can run in shifts. Two of us will go out and look while one stays here in case they keep their promise and come back." The three men agreed and then went to try and get some sleep.
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As soon as Snake's gang left, they had gone straight to an alleyway concealing an old black van. Tank wasted no time in tying Tré up and gagging him before throwing him in the back of the vehicle. The drummer struggled madly as the rest of the gang got into the van and attempted to escape out the open back door only to have it slammed in his face. The drummer rolled over trying to get a look out of one of the windows as the van started up and sped.
Were these guys taking him to the same place they had taken his kids? The thought lifted Tré's spirits slightly, but they were quickly doused as he caught the conversation coming from the front of the van.
"Snake, are we taken him back with us?" The drummer identified Rat as the one speaking.
"No, why would we do that?" he asked with a mirthless laugh.
"Mr. Cool needs to learn a little lesson from this. No one picks shit with us twice and gets away with it. No one." There was a general ramble of approval from the rest of the gang and then all went silent.
What were they gona do to him? Tré started to struggle again, this time more desperately as his over-active imagination began setting up worst-case scenarios of what he was in for. He struggled for a long while with no success and became desperate as he felt the van pull in somewhere and start slowing down. He tried to stand up but fell when the vehicle came to a sudden stop. The engine turned off and the drummer heard doors open and close as the gang members pilled out. Shit! This was it, they had him tied he couldn't fight back and they were going to beat the living shit out of him.
The back of the van opened and Tank reached in catching Tré by the foot and dragging him out of the van. He let him drop heavily to the pavement. Tré struggled up to his feet. They had left his legs free again for some reason. The gang had stopped in a narrow alleyway in the middle of some run down who knows what part of town. Tré looked around wondering if they were even in Berkley anymore. Just then, he caught a crowbar across the stomach and fell to the ground, winded. Crow stood over him with a look of triumph.
"You'll think twice before stealing my bar again, won't you?" he sneered and then landed another blow across the drummers back, causing him to face plant on the pavement with a muffled groan.
Crow was just about to give him a kick when Snake stopped him. "Easy now Crow, we can't let you have ALL the fun."
Tré struggled to his feet and attempted a charge at Crow, but Tank caught him across the face with his fist. The drummer stumbled back, his nose bleeding heavily for the second time that night. Weasel and Rat moved in together and began taking turns beating on the already bloodied drummer. Tré crawled back, trying to escape, but didn't get far, having only the use of his legs.
"Gentlemen, that's enough! It's time for me to put him out of his misery," Snake said maliciously.
He pulled out his knife and flipped it open. "Weasel, Tank, go keep watch at the head of the alley. I don't want any witnesses." The two obeyed and Snake advanced on Tré.
The drummer's eyes went wide and he attempted to get up, but fell right back down, too weak from exhaustion and the extensive beating. He struggled back along the ground as best he could. Snake caught him across the leg, leaving a deep gash that began bleeding immediately. He shoved Tré back with his foot and he fell hard against the alley wall. Snake held up his knife, ready to run the dagger right through Tré's heart. Tré clamped his eyes shut as regret and sadness began to coarse through him. He knew he would never see his kids again or his friends. They probably wouldn't even find him... Tré thought sadly about the fact that he wouldn't be there to see his kids grow up. He wished he could have seen them one last time.
Suddenly there was a yell and Tré's eyes snapped open. Snake was still poised over him with the knife but he was looking down the alleyway. Tank and Crow came bolting back towards the group in a mad panic.
"What the hell is going on?" Snake growled angrily.
Crow looked wild eyed and panic stricken at the gang leader.
"It's that psychotic dog Snake!"
The leader glared up at Crow as he spoke. "What psychotic dog?"
Tank pitched in looking nervously over his shoulder. "This is the alleyway we got ambushed in awhile back remember Snake? It's right next to where that psychotic chainsaw guy lives with that blood crazed dog of his!"
Snake froze as realization hit him and scrambled to his feet. Tré was beginning to feel light headed and dizzy from blood loss and he could feel consciousness starting to slip. He fought hard against it. Mad barking came echoing down the alley and the five gang members all made to run.
"Snake, what about the drummer?" someone asked the leader.
Tré's vision blurred as he slowly began loosing the fight against unconsciousness. "Leave him! He's as good as dead anyway. That chainsaw guy will finish off whatever the dog doesn't."
Suddenly a huge furry shape leapt over Tré's legs towards the thugs and the five bolted. They didn't make it far before Tré heard the sound of a chainsaw start up as another form, this one human, bolted past him in pursuit of the gang members. SHIT! His barely conscious mind fought to keep him from shutting down. They hadn't been kidding about the frickin' chainsaw! He heard an engine sputter to life and a screeching sound he could only guess was the chainsaw making contact with part of the car. The sound of squealing tires came to him along with the smell of burning rubber and the sounds of the van faded away into the distance.
Tré heard the chainsaw sputter and die as it was turned off. His vision was darkening even as he saw the form of the chainsaw wielding person come back up the alley. A hand grabbed his shoulder and the drummer blacked out.
"Shit!" Billie cursed loudly and hit the wall with his fist as frustration began to get the better of him.
"What are we going to do? Those creeps took Tré and we couldn't do ANYTHING, and add to that the fact that they said there coming BACK again... Fuck," he muttered running his fingers through his hair and beginning to pace back and forth across the kitchen again.
Mike spoke up from his seat at the table as he watched his friend pace. "Billie, sit down and take a couple deep breaths. There's nothing we can do about any of it tonight, and working yourself into a panicked frenzy won't help either."
Billie fell into an empty chair with a heavy sigh and looked at his two band mates. None of them had escaped the encounter with Snake's gang unscathed. Jason had a bag of ice pressed against his eye where he'd caught a hard swing from Snake and his hand was cut up from the two-by-four he had been using against his assailants, but was relatively sound other than that. Mike had been bloodied up a bit when he'd fought with Weasel and Rat, but nothing to serious. Billie was sure he had his share of cuts and bruises too, but he could care less. The only thing he could think about right then was the fact that one of his best friends had been dragged off and they hadn't been able to do a single thing to help him.
Billie's head was spinning. What if those thugs actually killed Tré? What if they just left him somewhere to die? Where were they going to take him? Would he end up wherever they had taken Frankito and Ramona?
"Billie," Jason's voice broke through the front man's thoughts and he looked up at the back up guitarist.
"We're gona find him, don't worry. There's no way in Hell we're just going to leave him to those fuckers, you know that."
Billie gave a weak nod and swallowed hard before he spoke, "I don't want Adrienne and the boys to be here alone while we are out looking. Those guys said they would come back and someone needs to be here to protect them if they do come back."
Billie looked down the hall towards the living room where Adie and the boys were now asleep. He would die to keep them safe from those creeps. Mike and Jason nodded in agreement.
"We can run in shifts. Two of us will go out and look while one stays here in case they keep their promise and come back." The three men agreed and then went to try and get some sleep.
***
As soon as Snake's gang left, they had gone straight to an alleyway concealing an old black van. Tank wasted no time in tying Tré up and gagging him before throwing him in the back of the vehicle. The drummer struggled madly as the rest of the gang got into the van and attempted to escape out the open back door only to have it slammed in his face. The drummer rolled over trying to get a look out of one of the windows as the van started up and sped.
Were these guys taking him to the same place they had taken his kids? The thought lifted Tré's spirits slightly, but they were quickly doused as he caught the conversation coming from the front of the van.
"Snake, are we taken him back with us?" The drummer identified Rat as the one speaking.
"No, why would we do that?" he asked with a mirthless laugh.
"Mr. Cool needs to learn a little lesson from this. No one picks shit with us twice and gets away with it. No one." There was a general ramble of approval from the rest of the gang and then all went silent.
What were they gona do to him? Tré started to struggle again, this time more desperately as his over-active imagination began setting up worst-case scenarios of what he was in for. He struggled for a long while with no success and became desperate as he felt the van pull in somewhere and start slowing down. He tried to stand up but fell when the vehicle came to a sudden stop. The engine turned off and the drummer heard doors open and close as the gang members pilled out. Shit! This was it, they had him tied he couldn't fight back and they were going to beat the living shit out of him.
The back of the van opened and Tank reached in catching Tré by the foot and dragging him out of the van. He let him drop heavily to the pavement. Tré struggled up to his feet. They had left his legs free again for some reason. The gang had stopped in a narrow alleyway in the middle of some run down who knows what part of town. Tré looked around wondering if they were even in Berkley anymore. Just then, he caught a crowbar across the stomach and fell to the ground, winded. Crow stood over him with a look of triumph.
"You'll think twice before stealing my bar again, won't you?" he sneered and then landed another blow across the drummers back, causing him to face plant on the pavement with a muffled groan.
Crow was just about to give him a kick when Snake stopped him. "Easy now Crow, we can't let you have ALL the fun."
Tré struggled to his feet and attempted a charge at Crow, but Tank caught him across the face with his fist. The drummer stumbled back, his nose bleeding heavily for the second time that night. Weasel and Rat moved in together and began taking turns beating on the already bloodied drummer. Tré crawled back, trying to escape, but didn't get far, having only the use of his legs.
"Gentlemen, that's enough! It's time for me to put him out of his misery," Snake said maliciously.
He pulled out his knife and flipped it open. "Weasel, Tank, go keep watch at the head of the alley. I don't want any witnesses." The two obeyed and Snake advanced on Tré.
The drummer's eyes went wide and he attempted to get up, but fell right back down, too weak from exhaustion and the extensive beating. He struggled back along the ground as best he could. Snake caught him across the leg, leaving a deep gash that began bleeding immediately. He shoved Tré back with his foot and he fell hard against the alley wall. Snake held up his knife, ready to run the dagger right through Tré's heart. Tré clamped his eyes shut as regret and sadness began to coarse through him. He knew he would never see his kids again or his friends. They probably wouldn't even find him... Tré thought sadly about the fact that he wouldn't be there to see his kids grow up. He wished he could have seen them one last time.
Suddenly there was a yell and Tré's eyes snapped open. Snake was still poised over him with the knife but he was looking down the alleyway. Tank and Crow came bolting back towards the group in a mad panic.
"What the hell is going on?" Snake growled angrily.
Crow looked wild eyed and panic stricken at the gang leader.
"It's that psychotic dog Snake!"
The leader glared up at Crow as he spoke. "What psychotic dog?"
Tank pitched in looking nervously over his shoulder. "This is the alleyway we got ambushed in awhile back remember Snake? It's right next to where that psychotic chainsaw guy lives with that blood crazed dog of his!"
Snake froze as realization hit him and scrambled to his feet. Tré was beginning to feel light headed and dizzy from blood loss and he could feel consciousness starting to slip. He fought hard against it. Mad barking came echoing down the alley and the five gang members all made to run.
"Snake, what about the drummer?" someone asked the leader.
Tré's vision blurred as he slowly began loosing the fight against unconsciousness. "Leave him! He's as good as dead anyway. That chainsaw guy will finish off whatever the dog doesn't."
Suddenly a huge furry shape leapt over Tré's legs towards the thugs and the five bolted. They didn't make it far before Tré heard the sound of a chainsaw start up as another form, this one human, bolted past him in pursuit of the gang members. SHIT! His barely conscious mind fought to keep him from shutting down. They hadn't been kidding about the frickin' chainsaw! He heard an engine sputter to life and a screeching sound he could only guess was the chainsaw making contact with part of the car. The sound of squealing tires came to him along with the smell of burning rubber and the sounds of the van faded away into the distance.
Tré heard the chainsaw sputter and die as it was turned off. His vision was darkening even as he saw the form of the chainsaw wielding person come back up the alley. A hand grabbed his shoulder and the drummer blacked out.
