Broken Hearts and Broken Homes, chapter 7
*Basically No one's pov, as always.*
Dribbles of sweat slid down Mercedes' face. No doubt she was going to die. Did he have to take it this far? A bomb around her neck, guns pointing in every which way, some of her best friends a few yards away, and Mike at the top of the staircase.
"Holy mother fuckin bitch of God....." Mike said, backing away. He was breathless. He could faintly hear one of the officers mumble "We got a 10-66 and 10-99 at 7743 N. Havana, three hostages, armed kidnapper, and a bomb. We're in deep shit." Mike's heart started to beat out of time. Thoughts of death rampaged his nervous brain.
Mike lifted his gun at the opposite Mike, whilst the officers lowered thier guns.
"You shoot, we all die," Mike said evily, a kooky grin spread across his face. "I always wanted to see what hell was like."
"What good does this do anyone?" Mike asked, his hands now shaking fiercely.
"You dead, hundreds of cops, dead, Mercedes, dead, Billie Joe and that other idiot, dead. How great is that?" Mike replied.
"Not too swell." our friend Mike said.
"Good."
Mike shot the gun at the other Mike, hitting him in the head.
Mercedes let out a muffled scream, and hearing Billie and Tre in the back scream as well.
Billie and Tre thought that Mercedes was dead this time, they heard her scream. Billie hung his head, thinking, "She's dead, she's dead and its all my fault. Why...."
Some tears fell down Tre's face, moistening the dried up blood that soaked him and his clothes.
Tre heard "Move it, move it! Call in back up! There could be more down here!" from a cop. Both of them heard breaking glass and doors being broken down. "For crying out loud! I meant THE FUCKING BOMB SQUAD YOU FUCKIN MORONS! GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" the same cop yelled ferociously.
Billie and Tre thought, "What the hell? The bomb squad? THERE'S A FUCKIN BOMB?" New thoughts shot into head, death overpowered them all. They were destined to die this way, Billie thought. He prayed, "Dear God, if you exist, would be nice right now, but please, I know I'm not a fuckin every day church person, but I would really like to pray now...that we can get out of here alive, and we can all see our families again. Without getting blown to pieces by a bomb. Not exactly the way I want to die, but I guess I can't control how I die...something that just happens unexpectedly or something. But please, get us the fuck out of here...sorry for my sins....seriously....if you exist, this would be a nice time to show that miracles happen. Amen...." Billie cut off his thought prayer.
The bomb squad lowered the robot down the stairs and had it placed by Mercedes. She just closed her eyes and avoided as much movement as possible. The robot started up, an invisible lazer scanning the bomb, without so much setting it off. Upstairs, the squad was watching on a little monitor. "Nothing, theres nothing in it. Just a hoax. I can't believe it...we've never had this before." the lieutenant muttered. "Just proves that there are lots of sick minds out there."
The bomb squad made their way down the stairs towards a fear induced Mercedes.
They cut away the pipe around her neck, and watched the sand pour out in disgust. She finally breathed, and they cut away the duct tape around Mercedes. She fell out of the chair helplessly, and they carried her upstairs, past the dead bodies that surrounded them.
"Is anyone here?" A cop yelled in the basement. Billie snapped out of his trance, and started to yell as loud as his muffled mouth allowed him. Billie's heart gave some hope to him as he and Tre were untied. "Where...where's Mercedes?" Billie stuttered, his heart sinking once again at the thought that she could most likely be dead.
"She's upstairs." The cop said.
"She's not dead?" Billie asked. Tre stared at the cop, like boring holes into the side of the cop's helmet.
"No. She's not dead, thank gosh," the cop replied.
Billie and Tre started to run, but stopped at the dead body at the bottom of the stairs.
"Holy shit.....he's dead," Tre muttered. They stood there and stared at the body for a few minutes, trying to soak all that happened in the past...who knows how many hours. Mike, dead, Mercedes, alive, they were all alive, well, excluding a few. Finally, after a small encouraging push forward from the cop, they went slowly up the stairs.
Mercedes, Mike, Billie and Tre were all reunited with a big, tearful hug. "I thought you were dead...." Mike said as he hugged Mercedes.
"I thought I was gonna die," she replied, letting out more sobs onto Mike's shoulder, drenching his shirt. She hugged Billie and Tre; Tre, who was crying as much as Mercedes, let out a sob and bear hugged Mercedes. Billie and Mike joined in.
As they left the house towards the ambulance, the house exploded, sending them yards away, killing whomever was inside. They laid literally lifeless, but yet heartbeats managed to continue as they laid in the street, smouldering flames gazing down at them and ash cover them lightly.
Billie woke up in a sea of white sheets. Glancing around, it was the somewhat familiar surroundings of a hospital. Then, he remembered what had happened.
*Flashback*
BOOOM. Billie could feel the air fly past him, then he blacked out uncontrollably.
*End*
A nurse appeared by Billie's bedside. "You're awake!" the nurse said, checking his heart rate and I.V.
"You got that right....is...are they...ok?"
"You're friends, yes, most of the cops, no." A sigh of relief escaped Billie, but he felt another stab in his heart for the cops who saved him....and he never got to thank them. A heart wrenching sob also escaped Billie, wishing his family would come soon. Just as this thought went through Billie's mind, Adrienne popped though the door, her eyeliner and mascara running down her face.
"Billie!" Adrienne sobbed, and rushed to her husband's side. Joey and Jakob followed their mom, also crying.
"Adie..." he whispered as he desperately reached out for his wife.
They hugged, tears freely flowing.
"Joey, Jake! Come here!" Billie whispered. They rushed over to thier dad, all of them huddling over Billie's bedside.
Tre was met by his family in his room, all equally excited and sad to see him that way, but Mercedes laid alone in her room, no family to support her. She let out a sigh, and fell asleep, hoping to see her friends the next day.
Billie stood at the podium of the Oakland County Police Academy's yard, where the funeral for all twenty six dead and brave cops was being held.
"....And mostly, all I have to say, after living through all this, and being given a great miracle. And these people who died to save my ass, they deserve more than they are getting.
Live every day like you're gonna die, live it to the most, now I know, since part of my soul died that day. Life is precious, and we all take it for granted. Take these words, and make the most out of them." Billie concluded. He walked off the podium, and sat with his family, Tre's family, Mike's family, and Mercedes.
The ceremonial gunshots went off, twenty six of them, one for every man that died in the line of duty, the ones who died in the biggest massacre in Oakland, California, a day that Mike, Tre, Billie, and Mercedes will never forget in their hearts, and their minds.
Twenty six caskets made their way down the isle, towards the Lincoln cars that would escort them to the cemetery to be buried, and laid to rest. The American flag slung over all of them, and families of those who died in the line of duty.
The end.
In memoriam of our troops in Iraq, and around the world, and those brave cops who risk their lives daily for the sake of our protection, we salute you.
Dribbles of sweat slid down Mercedes' face. No doubt she was going to die. Did he have to take it this far? A bomb around her neck, guns pointing in every which way, some of her best friends a few yards away, and Mike at the top of the staircase.
"Holy mother fuckin bitch of God....." Mike said, backing away. He was breathless. He could faintly hear one of the officers mumble "We got a 10-66 and 10-99 at 7743 N. Havana, three hostages, armed kidnapper, and a bomb. We're in deep shit." Mike's heart started to beat out of time. Thoughts of death rampaged his nervous brain.
Mike lifted his gun at the opposite Mike, whilst the officers lowered thier guns.
"You shoot, we all die," Mike said evily, a kooky grin spread across his face. "I always wanted to see what hell was like."
"What good does this do anyone?" Mike asked, his hands now shaking fiercely.
"You dead, hundreds of cops, dead, Mercedes, dead, Billie Joe and that other idiot, dead. How great is that?" Mike replied.
"Not too swell." our friend Mike said.
"Good."
Mike shot the gun at the other Mike, hitting him in the head.
Mercedes let out a muffled scream, and hearing Billie and Tre in the back scream as well.
Billie and Tre thought that Mercedes was dead this time, they heard her scream. Billie hung his head, thinking, "She's dead, she's dead and its all my fault. Why...."
Some tears fell down Tre's face, moistening the dried up blood that soaked him and his clothes.
Tre heard "Move it, move it! Call in back up! There could be more down here!" from a cop. Both of them heard breaking glass and doors being broken down. "For crying out loud! I meant THE FUCKING BOMB SQUAD YOU FUCKIN MORONS! GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" the same cop yelled ferociously.
Billie and Tre thought, "What the hell? The bomb squad? THERE'S A FUCKIN BOMB?" New thoughts shot into head, death overpowered them all. They were destined to die this way, Billie thought. He prayed, "Dear God, if you exist, would be nice right now, but please, I know I'm not a fuckin every day church person, but I would really like to pray now...that we can get out of here alive, and we can all see our families again. Without getting blown to pieces by a bomb. Not exactly the way I want to die, but I guess I can't control how I die...something that just happens unexpectedly or something. But please, get us the fuck out of here...sorry for my sins....seriously....if you exist, this would be a nice time to show that miracles happen. Amen...." Billie cut off his thought prayer.
The bomb squad lowered the robot down the stairs and had it placed by Mercedes. She just closed her eyes and avoided as much movement as possible. The robot started up, an invisible lazer scanning the bomb, without so much setting it off. Upstairs, the squad was watching on a little monitor. "Nothing, theres nothing in it. Just a hoax. I can't believe it...we've never had this before." the lieutenant muttered. "Just proves that there are lots of sick minds out there."
The bomb squad made their way down the stairs towards a fear induced Mercedes.
They cut away the pipe around her neck, and watched the sand pour out in disgust. She finally breathed, and they cut away the duct tape around Mercedes. She fell out of the chair helplessly, and they carried her upstairs, past the dead bodies that surrounded them.
"Is anyone here?" A cop yelled in the basement. Billie snapped out of his trance, and started to yell as loud as his muffled mouth allowed him. Billie's heart gave some hope to him as he and Tre were untied. "Where...where's Mercedes?" Billie stuttered, his heart sinking once again at the thought that she could most likely be dead.
"She's upstairs." The cop said.
"She's not dead?" Billie asked. Tre stared at the cop, like boring holes into the side of the cop's helmet.
"No. She's not dead, thank gosh," the cop replied.
Billie and Tre started to run, but stopped at the dead body at the bottom of the stairs.
"Holy shit.....he's dead," Tre muttered. They stood there and stared at the body for a few minutes, trying to soak all that happened in the past...who knows how many hours. Mike, dead, Mercedes, alive, they were all alive, well, excluding a few. Finally, after a small encouraging push forward from the cop, they went slowly up the stairs.
Mercedes, Mike, Billie and Tre were all reunited with a big, tearful hug. "I thought you were dead...." Mike said as he hugged Mercedes.
"I thought I was gonna die," she replied, letting out more sobs onto Mike's shoulder, drenching his shirt. She hugged Billie and Tre; Tre, who was crying as much as Mercedes, let out a sob and bear hugged Mercedes. Billie and Mike joined in.
As they left the house towards the ambulance, the house exploded, sending them yards away, killing whomever was inside. They laid literally lifeless, but yet heartbeats managed to continue as they laid in the street, smouldering flames gazing down at them and ash cover them lightly.
Billie woke up in a sea of white sheets. Glancing around, it was the somewhat familiar surroundings of a hospital. Then, he remembered what had happened.
*Flashback*
BOOOM. Billie could feel the air fly past him, then he blacked out uncontrollably.
*End*
A nurse appeared by Billie's bedside. "You're awake!" the nurse said, checking his heart rate and I.V.
"You got that right....is...are they...ok?"
"You're friends, yes, most of the cops, no." A sigh of relief escaped Billie, but he felt another stab in his heart for the cops who saved him....and he never got to thank them. A heart wrenching sob also escaped Billie, wishing his family would come soon. Just as this thought went through Billie's mind, Adrienne popped though the door, her eyeliner and mascara running down her face.
"Billie!" Adrienne sobbed, and rushed to her husband's side. Joey and Jakob followed their mom, also crying.
"Adie..." he whispered as he desperately reached out for his wife.
They hugged, tears freely flowing.
"Joey, Jake! Come here!" Billie whispered. They rushed over to thier dad, all of them huddling over Billie's bedside.
Tre was met by his family in his room, all equally excited and sad to see him that way, but Mercedes laid alone in her room, no family to support her. She let out a sigh, and fell asleep, hoping to see her friends the next day.
Billie stood at the podium of the Oakland County Police Academy's yard, where the funeral for all twenty six dead and brave cops was being held.
"....And mostly, all I have to say, after living through all this, and being given a great miracle. And these people who died to save my ass, they deserve more than they are getting.
Live every day like you're gonna die, live it to the most, now I know, since part of my soul died that day. Life is precious, and we all take it for granted. Take these words, and make the most out of them." Billie concluded. He walked off the podium, and sat with his family, Tre's family, Mike's family, and Mercedes.
The ceremonial gunshots went off, twenty six of them, one for every man that died in the line of duty, the ones who died in the biggest massacre in Oakland, California, a day that Mike, Tre, Billie, and Mercedes will never forget in their hearts, and their minds.
Twenty six caskets made their way down the isle, towards the Lincoln cars that would escort them to the cemetery to be buried, and laid to rest. The American flag slung over all of them, and families of those who died in the line of duty.
The end.
In memoriam of our troops in Iraq, and around the world, and those brave cops who risk their lives daily for the sake of our protection, we salute you.
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