When Jealousy Turns Deadly, chapter 15
Tré fell to the floor on his knees. He brought his head in his hands (which were still bound) and made muffled sobs. He wanted this be a dream. It would all be over Billie would be still alive. And they were the same three annoying boys they were before. But it was wasn't why couldn't it be him. Mike fainted from horror by now so there was no one to comfort him. His urge for survival left again.
Kill me now he thought PLEASE!
"YOU FUCKING MURDERER!!!" Tré screamed. "YOU GOD DAMN MURDERER!"
"Maybe you should have thought of it before joining the band." John replied.
Tré gazed his eyes towards Billie who was now slumped over. His head resting on one of his arms. Just pale. Tré just wished it were him. He was ready for his revenge. Slowly he looked down at the floor and saw John's feet walking over. Slowly he felt his head being lifted.
"But don't worry you're free and you can tell the whole world how big bad John Kriftmeyer kidnaped you and beat you to a bloody pulp" John mocked
"I hate you." Tré said
SMACK
"I don't like to here those words Tré, we are still pals aren't we?"
"Pals?! You fucking kidnaped me held me ransom and to top it all off to top it."
He started to sob again bringing his face into his hands. No one deserved this not him nor did any of his friends. Suddenly he saw the gun drop onto the floor. Now was his chance. He slowly grabbed it into his hands with out John noticing.
"I never knew I hurt you that-"
Suddenly Tré was standing with the gun in his hand shaking. Aiming still at John's forehead. Suddenly Mike opened his eyes and widened them again. He never saw Tré.....THIS BRAVE AND TOUGH!
"The ride's over John you had your fun now it is my turn I won't shot your brains out if you follow MY demands."
John made a low laugh.
"You have to be kidding me Tré Cool cause this joke ain't funny at all."
"I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING!"
Tré looked over at Mike who mouthed "Damn."
"Ouch touchy ok Tré what do you expect me to do?"
"Untie Dirnt first."
"As you wish master."
Tré rolled his eyes as John obeyed. Slowly and carefully a pile of ropes fell onto the floor. Soon enough Mike was freed. He stretched a bit moving his hands and legs. Which felt like pins and needles from being restrained. Though John was keeping his cool deep down inside he was thinking "OH SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE!".
"Good now I want you to untie me."
Same thing in moments Tré's hands were finally freed after countless hours of being tied together. He slowly looked down at his wrists. He felt horrified in his mind of the cuts along his wrists. Probably from rope burns. Knowing that they would be a painful reminder of this tragedy from years to come. He looked again another glance of the three knife marks on his hand. Still bleeding, three little lines another painful reminder in his now mostly mutilated body. Out his moment of reflections he went back to what he had to finish.
"Alright now I want you to sit in the chair, Dirnt hold the gun." He said.
"I certainly will." Mike said staring darkly at John.
Tré slowly tossed the gun into Mike's hands and started to point at John. John slowly sat down speechless waiting for his....horrible doom. From the one he hated and the one he envied from many years....even before they even knew about Green Day or Sweet Children. Tré slowly picked up the discarded ropes from the floor and started to tie John to the chair.
"So Tré," John started trying to make small talk. "What are ya gonna do to me? Beat me throw me to the dogs?"
"Nothing," Tré replied, John's eyes lighted up with hope. "I am just gonna call the police and show the world how stupid and crazy John Kriftmeyer turned out. And watch a lot of my fans curse you out, not only my fans Billie Joe fans are gonna put you on their dart boards because you killed Billie Joe and you know what I am gonna do?"
"What commit suicide?"
"No, I am just gonna sit back on my ass and laugh while all this is happening."
While he said that he pulled the last knot as tight as can be. Definitely because he was angry. Suddenly the three men (who were technically alive) heard a groan. The three looked over to Billie who started coughing. John stared in amazement. He thought he killed him in one shot. HIS PLAN WAS FOILED ALL ALONG.
"Get him off there and onto the couch." Tré replied.
Mike dropped everything and did so. Billie was lying on the couch now. Crimson blood pouring all over his torso. Mike and Tré now stood over him waiting for another movement.
Then another noise.
"HOLY FUCK DID I GO BLIND?!"
Tré and Mike looked at each other in happiness.
"BILLIE YOUR ALIVE"
"I was dead?"
And the three had a happy moment they heard sirens in the background.
Kill me now he thought PLEASE!
"YOU FUCKING MURDERER!!!" Tré screamed. "YOU GOD DAMN MURDERER!"
"Maybe you should have thought of it before joining the band." John replied.
Tré gazed his eyes towards Billie who was now slumped over. His head resting on one of his arms. Just pale. Tré just wished it were him. He was ready for his revenge. Slowly he looked down at the floor and saw John's feet walking over. Slowly he felt his head being lifted.
"But don't worry you're free and you can tell the whole world how big bad John Kriftmeyer kidnaped you and beat you to a bloody pulp" John mocked
"I hate you." Tré said
SMACK
"I don't like to here those words Tré, we are still pals aren't we?"
"Pals?! You fucking kidnaped me held me ransom and to top it all off to top it."
He started to sob again bringing his face into his hands. No one deserved this not him nor did any of his friends. Suddenly he saw the gun drop onto the floor. Now was his chance. He slowly grabbed it into his hands with out John noticing.
"I never knew I hurt you that-"
Suddenly Tré was standing with the gun in his hand shaking. Aiming still at John's forehead. Suddenly Mike opened his eyes and widened them again. He never saw Tré.....THIS BRAVE AND TOUGH!
"The ride's over John you had your fun now it is my turn I won't shot your brains out if you follow MY demands."
John made a low laugh.
"You have to be kidding me Tré Cool cause this joke ain't funny at all."
"I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING!"
Tré looked over at Mike who mouthed "Damn."
"Ouch touchy ok Tré what do you expect me to do?"
"Untie Dirnt first."
"As you wish master."
Tré rolled his eyes as John obeyed. Slowly and carefully a pile of ropes fell onto the floor. Soon enough Mike was freed. He stretched a bit moving his hands and legs. Which felt like pins and needles from being restrained. Though John was keeping his cool deep down inside he was thinking "OH SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE!".
"Good now I want you to untie me."
Same thing in moments Tré's hands were finally freed after countless hours of being tied together. He slowly looked down at his wrists. He felt horrified in his mind of the cuts along his wrists. Probably from rope burns. Knowing that they would be a painful reminder of this tragedy from years to come. He looked again another glance of the three knife marks on his hand. Still bleeding, three little lines another painful reminder in his now mostly mutilated body. Out his moment of reflections he went back to what he had to finish.
"Alright now I want you to sit in the chair, Dirnt hold the gun." He said.
"I certainly will." Mike said staring darkly at John.
Tré slowly tossed the gun into Mike's hands and started to point at John. John slowly sat down speechless waiting for his....horrible doom. From the one he hated and the one he envied from many years....even before they even knew about Green Day or Sweet Children. Tré slowly picked up the discarded ropes from the floor and started to tie John to the chair.
"So Tré," John started trying to make small talk. "What are ya gonna do to me? Beat me throw me to the dogs?"
"Nothing," Tré replied, John's eyes lighted up with hope. "I am just gonna call the police and show the world how stupid and crazy John Kriftmeyer turned out. And watch a lot of my fans curse you out, not only my fans Billie Joe fans are gonna put you on their dart boards because you killed Billie Joe and you know what I am gonna do?"
"What commit suicide?"
"No, I am just gonna sit back on my ass and laugh while all this is happening."
While he said that he pulled the last knot as tight as can be. Definitely because he was angry. Suddenly the three men (who were technically alive) heard a groan. The three looked over to Billie who started coughing. John stared in amazement. He thought he killed him in one shot. HIS PLAN WAS FOILED ALL ALONG.
"Get him off there and onto the couch." Tré replied.
Mike dropped everything and did so. Billie was lying on the couch now. Crimson blood pouring all over his torso. Mike and Tré now stood over him waiting for another movement.
Then another noise.
"HOLY FUCK DID I GO BLIND?!"
Tré and Mike looked at each other in happiness.
"BILLIE YOUR ALIVE"
"I was dead?"
And the three had a happy moment they heard sirens in the background.
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