Should I Stay Or Should I Go? - A Dirnt Story, chapter 4

"You and I are having this out right now Mike! What the fuck is all this shit about death huh?" he demanded, jabbing the blonde in the shoulder forcefully as he walked in.
"What?! What are you on Billie?" he protested, the innocent look having returned.
"I'm talking hanging out outside my door and waving poisonous snakes at me!"
"I didn't know he was poisonous! I don't know anything about snakes, that's why I took it to you!"
"Cyanide in my drinks?"
"Only the tiniest bit, they say it's real nice."
"You have totally lost the plot, and I'm sick of you trying to scare me to death, I don`t care about this brotherhood shit, if you wanna kill me, then come on, I'll take you right here!"

Without a word, Mike grabbed Billie in a vicious headlock and dragged him to a quieter corner, drawing his gun and pressing it against the terrified frontman's temples. "Any last words Billie, before you become like me?"
"That isn't you Mike, I don`t know what's inside that head, but you aren't all there! HELP! SOMEBODY COME HERE!" he screamed, kicking and fighting himself free, then knocking the gun out of Mike's hands and pinning him to the floor. Just as he did, Tre' skidded round the corner, "What the hell is going on here!" he screamed.
"Shut the fuck up Tre', go and get that roadie who used to be a priest!!"
"WHAT?!!! Which roadie? PRIEST?"
"GET HIM NOW!!!"

Within minutes, Tre' had returned with the priest roadie and was confronted with Billie still fighting to hold Mike down, the bassist's eyes seemed to be glowing with evil, and his screams were now more like the howls of a demon. "You know how to exorcise someone Pete? Well DO IT! HIM, NOW!!!" shouted Billie, grabbing on tighter to Mike's shoulders as the shaking roadie began to recite a prayer in Latin. Mike screamed ever louder, the light from his eyes intensified and burned where it touched, he howled in agony and fought to escape the roadie's words. Finally, as Pete finished his blessing, Mike stopped screaming and whimpered softly.

The whimpering died away, and Mike slumped limp against the floor, breathing in shallow gasps. "He's cured, I think you were right to call me, Billie, he was possessed."
"Thanks. Well Tre', that little experience sure taught me never to touch wet amps again" he concluded, still shaking, but now with relief.

Billie swung over to where his Les Paul was ready for him to exercise his legendary prowess. As he reached to flick the stack on, the blue sparks flew, and he hadn't time to scream before he hit the floor..........................