You are my lucky star., chapter 1
Billie woke up with a headache. He awoke in the dark on a cold, concrete floor.
All Billie remembered from the night before was that Mike and himself were at the VMA People's Choice Awards but Tre was in New York.
"Mike?" Billie yelled groggily.
"Billie...where are you?" Mike's voice said, but all Billie could see was darkness.
"I'm here," Billie replied, "Follow my voice."
"Billie, is that you?" Billie heard Mike say somewhere off behind him.
"Mike?" Billie questioned again.
"You're not Billie! Ah! Let...go...of me!" Billie heard Mike say.
"Mike!" Billie yelled into the void...no answer...but then...
"BANG!!"
"AAAAAAAAH!" yelled Mike
Billie dropped to his knees as he said a prayer for Mike. Silent tears running down his face.
Billie started to break into a run, trying desperately to find his friend.
"Where are you?" Billie yelled once more.
Billie started to hear small coughing coming from somewhere ahead of him.
Then, as if by magic, a light flickered on, revealing Mike to Billie.
Mike was lying on the floor and a man was standing over him.
Tre was standing over Mike, looking down at him with a gun in his hand. The barrel smoking.
"Tre?!?" Billie said with disbelief.
"Hello, Billie," replied Tre with a malevolent look on his face.
Billie ran over to Mike and knelt down beside him. He held his best friend in his arms and looked down at him, crying.
Mike's eyes were shut and he looked so peaceful. His face was so pale...and his brown, spikey hair was perfect, he looked like a statue...no a sculpture.
"Mike, please don't die!" Billie cried, pulling Mike into a hug and kissed him just below the ear...he was so warm.
"Billie..." Mike whispered, keeping his eyes closed. "Don't leave," he opened his eyes and stared straight into Billie's. "Please?" he pleaded
"I'll never leave you," Billie reassured him.
"Why are you doing this?" Billie said quietly to Tre with rage in his green eyes.
"Oh Billie, Billie boy," started Tre. "You don't seem to understand at all."
"I love you not...him," ended Tre, looking down at Mike again as if in disgust.
"So, you thought you would just go ahead and try and kill Mike, huh?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Tre smiled at Billie.
"You sick freak!" shouted Billie.
"Yeah well, you think you know someone," said Tre, emptying the empty magazine out of the gun and putting in another.
"But you don't!" he finished abruptly closing the gun with a snap and a click.
"Bill..." Mike started.
"Hm?" Billie asked
"In my pocket," Mike whispered in his ear.
Billie put his hand into Mike's pocket and pulled out discreetly, so Tre didn't see, a very expensive Cartier pen that Billie had given Mike on his birthday last year.
Billie stared at the pen and then at Mike but then he understood.
Billie walked up to Tre and stood but a foot away from him. Tre held the gun up to Billie's head and cocked the pistol but at that exact moment Billie lashed out at Tre and stuck the knife into the side of his neck and pulled it back out.
All the lights suddenly turned on as they realized that they were in a warehouse.
While Tre was screaming in pain, Billie and Mike were making their escape. But they were slow moving, due to the fact that Mike had a gunshot wound in the stomach.
They had to walk their way to a hospital, and it was a very long walk.
Mike collapsed a few times on the way as he held his stomach with a blood soaked hand.
Besides their footsteps all you could hear were the gentle pit pat, pit pat of Mike's blood hitting the hard stone pavement.
But finally they made it to a hospital.
"Help!" yelled a teary eyed Billie as he burst through the doors of the hospital, dragging a half unconscious Mike Dirnt.
Billie could not support Mike any more and had to let him fall but he held onto him anyway and down they both went.
"Please help him...please," pleaded Billie and he was still holding onto Mike when he passed out.
Billie woke up seconds later on the hospital floor, just as he saw a group of doctors running with a stretcher down the corridor with Mike on it.
Billie was scared for Mike. What would happen if he died? He didn't want to think about it. The last thing he heard before the doctors rounded the corner was "CHARGE TO 100!!!"
Billie's eyes got heavy and his world turned black.
All Billie remembered from the night before was that Mike and himself were at the VMA People's Choice Awards but Tre was in New York.
"Mike?" Billie yelled groggily.
"Billie...where are you?" Mike's voice said, but all Billie could see was darkness.
"I'm here," Billie replied, "Follow my voice."
"Billie, is that you?" Billie heard Mike say somewhere off behind him.
"Mike?" Billie questioned again.
"You're not Billie! Ah! Let...go...of me!" Billie heard Mike say.
"Mike!" Billie yelled into the void...no answer...but then...
"BANG!!"
"AAAAAAAAH!" yelled Mike
Billie dropped to his knees as he said a prayer for Mike. Silent tears running down his face.
Billie started to break into a run, trying desperately to find his friend.
"Where are you?" Billie yelled once more.
Billie started to hear small coughing coming from somewhere ahead of him.
Then, as if by magic, a light flickered on, revealing Mike to Billie.
Mike was lying on the floor and a man was standing over him.
Tre was standing over Mike, looking down at him with a gun in his hand. The barrel smoking.
"Tre?!?" Billie said with disbelief.
"Hello, Billie," replied Tre with a malevolent look on his face.
Billie ran over to Mike and knelt down beside him. He held his best friend in his arms and looked down at him, crying.
Mike's eyes were shut and he looked so peaceful. His face was so pale...and his brown, spikey hair was perfect, he looked like a statue...no a sculpture.
"Mike, please don't die!" Billie cried, pulling Mike into a hug and kissed him just below the ear...he was so warm.
"Billie..." Mike whispered, keeping his eyes closed. "Don't leave," he opened his eyes and stared straight into Billie's. "Please?" he pleaded
"I'll never leave you," Billie reassured him.
"Why are you doing this?" Billie said quietly to Tre with rage in his green eyes.
"Oh Billie, Billie boy," started Tre. "You don't seem to understand at all."
"I love you not...him," ended Tre, looking down at Mike again as if in disgust.
"So, you thought you would just go ahead and try and kill Mike, huh?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Tre smiled at Billie.
"You sick freak!" shouted Billie.
"Yeah well, you think you know someone," said Tre, emptying the empty magazine out of the gun and putting in another.
"But you don't!" he finished abruptly closing the gun with a snap and a click.
"Bill..." Mike started.
"Hm?" Billie asked
"In my pocket," Mike whispered in his ear.
Billie put his hand into Mike's pocket and pulled out discreetly, so Tre didn't see, a very expensive Cartier pen that Billie had given Mike on his birthday last year.
Billie stared at the pen and then at Mike but then he understood.
Billie walked up to Tre and stood but a foot away from him. Tre held the gun up to Billie's head and cocked the pistol but at that exact moment Billie lashed out at Tre and stuck the knife into the side of his neck and pulled it back out.
All the lights suddenly turned on as they realized that they were in a warehouse.
While Tre was screaming in pain, Billie and Mike were making their escape. But they were slow moving, due to the fact that Mike had a gunshot wound in the stomach.
They had to walk their way to a hospital, and it was a very long walk.
Mike collapsed a few times on the way as he held his stomach with a blood soaked hand.
Besides their footsteps all you could hear were the gentle pit pat, pit pat of Mike's blood hitting the hard stone pavement.
But finally they made it to a hospital.
"Help!" yelled a teary eyed Billie as he burst through the doors of the hospital, dragging a half unconscious Mike Dirnt.
Billie could not support Mike any more and had to let him fall but he held onto him anyway and down they both went.
"Please help him...please," pleaded Billie and he was still holding onto Mike when he passed out.
Billie woke up seconds later on the hospital floor, just as he saw a group of doctors running with a stretcher down the corridor with Mike on it.
Billie was scared for Mike. What would happen if he died? He didn't want to think about it. The last thing he heard before the doctors rounded the corner was "CHARGE TO 100!!!"
Billie's eyes got heavy and his world turned black.
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