When Jealousy Turns Deadly, chapter 3
"Billie is this it?" Mike asked
Never in his life did Mike think anyone in his band would get kidnaped. No way in hell. He probably saw it in movies never ever in real life. This was a serious life or death situation. Just one little messed up motion and someone could be dead. Mike was in such a state of panic he did not know what the hell was going on. Finally Billie answered his question.
"Well the note said warehouse by the pier and there is one fucking pier in this whole entire shit hole of a town!" Billie said, "Let's get this over with before we have to find another drummer, and Kriftmeyer leaving the band was enough"
"Alright."
The two men slowly got out of the car and ran inside the warehouse.
"Where do you think he is?"
Mike pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. In a dash Billie and Mike ran down it. It was like they were running from a bunch of crazed fans. They made it to the door. Billie put his ear on it hearing a silent cry. He expected then for the worst coming towards him. A scene of horror, which was in movies and not real. Unfortunately it was real life, which a memory could haunt him forever. Billie slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Mike was petrified and horrified by the sight in front of him.
"OH MY GOD!"
"Shut up Mike...we don't want the kidnaper to hear let's untie Tré before anyone else gets hurt"
Mike nodded his head and slowly walked over to Tré and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.
"Guys.... go," He whispered in a weak voice "It....could.... be...a.... trap."
"Tré we are not going to let you die!" Mike yelled, "Look at your face it's all bloody and bruised."
"I don't give a shit GO!"
Suddenly footsteps came walking down the hall. Tré slowly slumped in his seat and started shaking. He knew the threat his captor gave him a loud sound a painful consequence.
"Tré we have got to get you out of here."
"Do we have time to untie me? It is too late."
"The stupid fuck is right for once," A voice said.
Mike turned his head towards the doorway. His eyes widened at the site of the familiarity of the man standing in the doorway. He turned around and saw Tré wince. The look of fear in his eyes. The captor must have fucked him that badly to make him that fearful. Or better yet:
"John Kriftmeyer what a pleasant surprise" Mike said
John made a low evil laugh. Billie just stood there in great shock dazed and confused. John just walked over to Tré's chair with a gun and knife at hand. Tré closed his eyes tightly waiting for the horror that was coming for him.
"Of course it is Mike Dirnt we haven't seen each other in what.... 13 years....after you replaced me with this pervert over here"
"Leave Tré out of this it's between me you and Billie"
"I know it is Mike but you see without your friend.... how am I to get you two to pay me my money."
John took the knife and cut the rope leaving Tré's hands bond behind him. He then got pushed to the floor. He sat kneeling looking down breathing heavily in fright. Mike wanted to comfort Tré badly but he was afraid of Tré getting hurt. Billie finally walked out of his position from fright of the doorway and towards the scene.
"Your money? Why should we pay you?" Billie finally spoke
"Well Billie if you want your friend to make it out alive"
John grabbed Tré by his shirt collar brought him to his feet wrapping an arm around his neck.
"Stop playing games John, you think I would pay you for a threat!"
"Fine I guess I'll have to kill him in front of the two of you"
John now brought a gun to Tré's head. He could feel the muzzle of the gun through his skull. Sweat now poured down his face heavily.
"WAIT! How much do you want? And when is the deadline?"
John dropped Tré to the floor.
"21 Million by sunrise tomorrow, my dogs will sure be hungry by then"
"21 MILLION ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
John pointed the gun at Tré on the floor.
"If you can't handle it then I guess there is no point to keep this piece of shit here"
"Fine we'll do it!"
"Good I will be moving to another location with this thing over here. I will tell you once you have the money remember no money no more Drummer for you guys....I would start now before it's too late"
Billie didn't say anything he just grabbed Mike's arm and ran out the door. This was a race of life and death.
Never in his life did Mike think anyone in his band would get kidnaped. No way in hell. He probably saw it in movies never ever in real life. This was a serious life or death situation. Just one little messed up motion and someone could be dead. Mike was in such a state of panic he did not know what the hell was going on. Finally Billie answered his question.
"Well the note said warehouse by the pier and there is one fucking pier in this whole entire shit hole of a town!" Billie said, "Let's get this over with before we have to find another drummer, and Kriftmeyer leaving the band was enough"
"Alright."
The two men slowly got out of the car and ran inside the warehouse.
"Where do you think he is?"
Mike pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. In a dash Billie and Mike ran down it. It was like they were running from a bunch of crazed fans. They made it to the door. Billie put his ear on it hearing a silent cry. He expected then for the worst coming towards him. A scene of horror, which was in movies and not real. Unfortunately it was real life, which a memory could haunt him forever. Billie slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Mike was petrified and horrified by the sight in front of him.
"OH MY GOD!"
"Shut up Mike...we don't want the kidnaper to hear let's untie Tré before anyone else gets hurt"
Mike nodded his head and slowly walked over to Tré and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.
"Guys.... go," He whispered in a weak voice "It....could.... be...a.... trap."
"Tré we are not going to let you die!" Mike yelled, "Look at your face it's all bloody and bruised."
"I don't give a shit GO!"
Suddenly footsteps came walking down the hall. Tré slowly slumped in his seat and started shaking. He knew the threat his captor gave him a loud sound a painful consequence.
"Tré we have got to get you out of here."
"Do we have time to untie me? It is too late."
"The stupid fuck is right for once," A voice said.
Mike turned his head towards the doorway. His eyes widened at the site of the familiarity of the man standing in the doorway. He turned around and saw Tré wince. The look of fear in his eyes. The captor must have fucked him that badly to make him that fearful. Or better yet:
"John Kriftmeyer what a pleasant surprise" Mike said
John made a low evil laugh. Billie just stood there in great shock dazed and confused. John just walked over to Tré's chair with a gun and knife at hand. Tré closed his eyes tightly waiting for the horror that was coming for him.
"Of course it is Mike Dirnt we haven't seen each other in what.... 13 years....after you replaced me with this pervert over here"
"Leave Tré out of this it's between me you and Billie"
"I know it is Mike but you see without your friend.... how am I to get you two to pay me my money."
John took the knife and cut the rope leaving Tré's hands bond behind him. He then got pushed to the floor. He sat kneeling looking down breathing heavily in fright. Mike wanted to comfort Tré badly but he was afraid of Tré getting hurt. Billie finally walked out of his position from fright of the doorway and towards the scene.
"Your money? Why should we pay you?" Billie finally spoke
"Well Billie if you want your friend to make it out alive"
John grabbed Tré by his shirt collar brought him to his feet wrapping an arm around his neck.
"Stop playing games John, you think I would pay you for a threat!"
"Fine I guess I'll have to kill him in front of the two of you"
John now brought a gun to Tré's head. He could feel the muzzle of the gun through his skull. Sweat now poured down his face heavily.
"WAIT! How much do you want? And when is the deadline?"
John dropped Tré to the floor.
"21 Million by sunrise tomorrow, my dogs will sure be hungry by then"
"21 MILLION ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
John pointed the gun at Tré on the floor.
"If you can't handle it then I guess there is no point to keep this piece of shit here"
"Fine we'll do it!"
"Good I will be moving to another location with this thing over here. I will tell you once you have the money remember no money no more Drummer for you guys....I would start now before it's too late"
Billie didn't say anything he just grabbed Mike's arm and ran out the door. This was a race of life and death.
