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Post by sarah on Feb 21, 2005 6:23:09 GMT
“Something is out there,” Avril said to her newfound fiancé, Deryck. She stood at the window, listening to the clatter of the rain and the hollowing of the wind. She turned her head at a certain angle, allowing her to see a figure run across the street and into the yard.
“Oh my fucking God, Deryck! Somebody just ran across the yard!” Avril quickly paced to where Deryck was sitting on the floor next to the fire. She looked at him, noticing how irresistible he was looking at the moment with his slick, black hair swishing about and his red silky boxers. She suddenly wanted him.
Oblivious to what Avirl was thinking, Deryck said, “There is nobody out there! I just got out of the shower and I am really tired. Don’t even think about asking me to go outside. It would just be a wild goose chase after the boogey man, which does not exist.”<br>
Avril could not keep her hands off of him any longer. She dove into him, pressing lips against his, and forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Deryck, who was quite shocked at her sudden change of attitude, chose not to resist. He loved having somebody touch him.
Deryck rubbed her back then slowly pulled of her shirt, exposing her breasts. As he began sucking on her neck, she began working on his pants. Avril let out a slight moan as she successfully got the pants off of him, along with the sexy boxers. Just as it was about to go into her mouth, they heard a crash. It was the sound of a window breaking.
“Oh my God!” Avril said, out of breath and panting heavily. “I told you somebody was out there!” She quickly pulled her shirt back on, and gave Deryck back his pants.
He put on the pants and stood up, pulling her with him. “Shh! Be quiet!” Deryck said in a whisper. He pulled her close into his protective arms and said, “Go upstairs and don’t come down until I say so.” At that, Avril quickly, but silently, ran up the stairs, leaving Deryck alone.
Deryck quickly grabbed the fireplace poker, hoping that he wouldn’t actually have to use it. Hoping this was some practical joke by Cone or Dave because they knew Avril was staying the night. Deryck just could not figure out why everyone hates her so much. He walked by the window Avril was previously standing at, being paranoid as always.
Deryck took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. He did a quick scan, but something caught his eye. A figure was standing in the shadows with an exceptionally large knife in his hand. Deryck, who was never a very good lier, said in a scared, high pitched voice, “The cops are coming, you know!” He held up the fire place poker, knowing it would be no match against the butcher knife.
A figured chuckled and said in a deep voice, “I highly doubt it.” He paused and stepped out of the shadow. “Unless that little whore of yours got a hold of a phone upstairs. On second thought, she isn’t quite intelligent enough to do that, is she?”<br>
Deryck opened his mouth in shock, staring at the person. He dropped the poker, which made an echoing clunk, shattering the silence. “You.” That was all Deryck could get out, reacting to the identity of the intruder. “Fucking Bastard!” Deryck charged at the intruder in an angry fury, only to run straight into the knife.
“Wow, I really can’t believe it. What kind of a psycho would do such a thing?” Joel asked while benching 250 pounds. He recently bought a couple thousand dollars worth of excersise equipment and it had been sitting in the basement collecting dust. He figured he might as well start using it since he was looking a bit chubby.
Benji laughed. “You don’t have to be a psycho to kill Avril.” Benji preferred not to work out so he decided to come down stairs and pester Joel. He was now sitting on the old, worn out pea yellow couch, with a box of doughnut holes on his lap. Benji watched Joel put the weight down in its proper place. A lecture is on its way.
Joel walked to the treadmill, which was directly facing Benji. He hopped on and put it on low speed. He was wearing his exercising clothes, baggy gray sweatpants with an old white tank top. “No one liked her, Benji, but you can’t say you’re glad that she is dead. I’m really disappointed in you.” Joel shook his head and turned the treadmill’s speed up a notch.
Benji threw the empty doughnut box at Joel’s head almost causing him to fly off the back of the treadmill. “Okay, so I have this theory. Avril wanted to fuck, but Deryck said no. She then slaughtered him, then slaughtered herself out of guilt.” Benj smiled, nodding his head, very proud of his theory.
Joel shook his head and rolled his eyes at Benji. Although he was starting to pant, he explained to Benji that his theory was bullshit. “Well Benji, for one Deryck could easily over power Avril. If Avril wanted to fuck, Deryck sure as hell would not say no, unless of course he couldn’t get it going, if you know what I mean. Also, I heard that both of their bodies were torn to pieces post mortem. So Benji, your theory sucks.”<br>
“Whatever.” Benji said shrugging, still happy about Avril’s death.
Joel turned off the treadmill and sat down on it, putting his head in his arms. Benji stood up and sat by him. “Joel, come on! I was just kidding about that whole Avril thing. Benji rubbed his drenched in sweat back, trying to comfort him
“It’s not that, Benji.” Joel sighed, tears starting to swell up in his eyes. “Deryck is dead! He’s gone forever.” Joel stated, the tears starting to run down his cheeks. Benji reached out and gave Joel a hug, but soon his body went limp.
Benji rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Joel, not again.” Benji carried his brother’s body up the stairs to where Billy was watching The Nightmare Before Christmas. Billy quickly stoodup at the sight of Benji carrying Joel. “Did it happen again?” Benji nodded. “God, Benji! He really needs to start drinking water while he’s exercising. This is the fourth time this month that he’s gotten dehydrated!” Billy threw up his arms.
“No shit, Billy,” Benji walked out the door, obviously taking Joel to the hospital.
Once the car pulled out of the driveway, Billy began dancing around the room and singing, “All alone, all alone, time to watch my porn!” With that, he ejected The Nightmare Before Christmas from the VCR and put in the only thing he enjoyed more; his porn.
“Hmm…” Billy said as he got to the best part and seconds after, he heard a knock at the door. Billy grunted and turned off the television. He picked up his cup of cappuccino and opened the door, shocked at who stood there. “Can I help you?’<br>
The man laughed and said, “Actually, yes Billy. My car broke down, a couple of minutes down the street and I was wondering if I could use your phone.”<br>
Billy looked at him oddly. “You don’t have a cell phone. I thought a cool guy like you would be with the times.”<br>
“Its dead.”<br>
Billy nodded his head. “Follow me.” He led him into the kitchen. “Right there.” Billy said exiting the kitchen, forgetting his cappuccino on the table. Billy sat on the couch, still irritated that he was interrupted. The best part of the tape! Within a few minutes, the unexpected guest came out of the kitchen.
“Thanks.” He walked out the door, leaving with a big smile on his face.
“That was quite odd.” Billy stood up, remembering he left his cappuccino in the kitchen. Once he got it, he held it up, making a toast. “This is to the best porn on the Earth!” He chugged down the remainder of his drink and instantly felt an odd burning sensation. He could feel his throat swelling and his insides burning away. Billy put his hands to his throat, his eyes bulging out of his head. When Billy tried to say something, he abruptly fell to the floor, watching everything around him darken.
Pierre took a long shaky breath. “This funeral is going to be absolute hell.” He sat down next to David, knowing the funeral would start shortly.
David nodded, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, especially after Deryck’s funeral yesterday. Everyone’s going to be so stressed. They really need to find the guy that’s doing this. I assume that it’s all connected.”
Pierre nodded. He glanced to where Good Charlotte was sitting, minus Billy of course. “I just find it so weird. The police find traces of some shit in his drink, but no signs of forced entry or anybody being in the house that day…”
“…Except for Benji and Joel.” David finished for Pierre and then shrugged. “I really don’t know. Somebody must have shown up while the twins were gone. We may never know.”<br>
“I just think that the security level here today is above expectations. I mean, not letting anybody in the whole building without a signed invitation from Billy’s mom or Benji.” David nodded in agreement with Pierre.
A few seconds later, Billy’s mother stood up next to the casket to say her parting words to her son. “First off, I would like to thank all of you farming coming today.” She began sobbing, and heading back to her seat after saying, “I will not rest until I find who did this."
David felt the funeral was going agonizingly slow. Joel went up to sing a song that he wrote just hours before, with Benji and Paul quietly playing acoustics. Some of his artwork was shown and they also played his favorite scene from The Nightmare Before Christmas.
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Post by sarah on Feb 21, 2005 6:24:00 GMT
The last speaker went up and it was Benji. He gave a very long speech talking about how loved Billy was and how much he would be missed. When Benji finished, he saw how sad and upset everyone was, so he added one more comment. “Come on, guys! Billy would want us to be happy.” Benji paused and a smile grew on his face. “At least we know he died happy! I found a Nightmare Before Christmas porn tape in the VCR!”<br>
David looked around the funeral home at the crying, hugging and mingling people. Not being able to stand it, he decided to go for a breather in the bathroom. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He told Pierre for a reason he did not know.
David went straight to the sink and turned on the water, splashing some on his face, wetting his long black hair that he washed just for this occasion. He thought about his life and who he had become. After day dreaming for several seconds, a toilet flushing interrupted him. Looking in the mirror, he saw a stall door opening slowly right behind him.
Seeing who was coming out of the bathroom, David was about to say him, but didn’t have a chance. Before he knew it, his head was being violently slammed into the mirror and dropped to the floor. He looked up at his attacker in utter amazement.
Giving a growl at the fact David was still alive, he picked him up and shoved him into a stall. With the door still open behind him, he shoved David’s head in the toilet water. David tried his best to escape, but he just wasn’t any match for three sets of hands pressing down on the back of his head.
Sebastion sat staring into space. The site of David, lying dead in a wet puddle of blood, stuck in his mind. “I said I’m sorry Sir, but I need you’re statement.” The Detective said for the third time in less that two minutes.
Pierre had asked Seb to go and check on David because he had been gone for several minutes. He did, only to find him lying dead. For precautions, the police were not allowing anybody to leave the building, unless they had a definite alibi.
Joel walked over to find Seb being pestered. “Fucking leave him alone, Miss. Police Officer Lady.” Joel would have punched her in the face if she weren’t a woman and an attractive one at that.
The detective sighed and walked away. “Oh my gosh you guys. I am so sorry. Something really fucked is going on.” Joel shook his head.
“For the last time, we have absolutely no suspects.” Detective Ceara Anderson said, slamming her fist against the table. “This was a waste of fucking time. How could a bunch of punk, pop, rock, or whatever you call yourselves, solve these crimes?” She looked around the crowded room, upon anticipating faces of band members from various bands, who became intrigued about what was happening. People who showed up were Pierre Bouvier, Jeff Stinco, Dave Brownsound, the Madden twins, Tony Lavato, Tom Delonge, and Tre’ Cool.
“Everyone’s nerves are wearing thin. We just need to find out who is doing this.” Pierre shook his head, thinking about David’s death. How could he possibly move on?
“That is the only reason we called you to meet us here.” Joel said with a heavy sigh, depression looming over his head.
The various band members had rented an apartment that they could all have access to. They figured, if they were going to be serious about this, they might as well have a headquarters, or a meeting place.
“I’m sorry everyone. I just don’t have evidence. I also would be abusing my authority by giving you information on this case.” With this, Detective Ceara paraded across the room to the door, listening to all the moans and groans escaping the mouths of the people from frustration and disappointment. Joel stood up from his spot next to Benji and followed Ceara out the door. Tony took his place, giving Benji a reassuring hug.
Joel had to jog to catch up with the detective before she got on the elevator, but managed to catch her in time. “Is it really that much to ask?” Before Joel could say anything more, he had his lips against Ceara’s, pulling her in a passionate kiss. Joel began feeling her body. Up near her breasts and then trailed down to her hips, until he was snapped back to reality by the cold, hard gun he felt in it’s holster hanging on her hips.
“I…” Joel turned around, embarrassed at what he just did. His best friends were dead and he was trying to get it on with the lead detective. Turning to face her again, he looked in her eyes. “I’m really sorry for that. I don’t know what came over me.”<br>
Ceara gently touched Joel’s cheek. “I’m on duty for a couple more hours. I’ll be back here then to help you guys out.” She escaped Joel’s gaze and rushed into the elevator, giving him a wave good bye, just before the doors slammed shut.
Joel started walking back to the apartment, thinking about what the hell he just did. Hitting on the detective? That was low. He continued walking, until he felt a slight pressure around his neck. Something such as a thick wire or a thin rope was cutting off his airway. He tried to get a look at who his attacker was, but had no such luck because of the blurring coming to his eyes. He clawed at the thing around his neck trying to get it loose. Joel could not stand the dizziness any longer, so he closed his eyes. Still clawing at his neck, he slowly kneeled to the ground. Just before Joel went unconscious, he felt the wire loosen around his neck, relieving the pressure.
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Post by sarah on Feb 21, 2005 6:24:18 GMT
“Aliens!” Tom pointed a finger into the air. He looked around the hospital waiting room, nodding his head in a serious matter. Thankfully, Ceara realized she had left her purse in the apartment, so she had to go back up the elevator. This had saved Joel’s life. After she found him lying in the hallway, she ran as fast as she could to the apartment to tell Benji and everybody else. They then rushed Joel to the hospital. Benji and Tony, understandably, were taking the attack on Joel the hardest.
“Would you shut the hell up, Fuck Face?” Tony yelled before lighting a cigarette. Looking around the hospital waiting room, he noticed all of the dirty looks, so he put it out on the arm of the hospital chair. “What? My choice was a cigarette or punching Alien Boy in the face!”<br>
Tom walked across the room, heading towards Tony, Benji, and Dave. “Let me tell you something!” Tom poked his finger into Tony’s chest. “Aliens do exist. That is the only explanation for these murders!” Everyone in the room stared at the pair intently, including Chris, who just walked in through the double doors.
“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, point your finger at me.” Tony pushed Tom’s hand away. “Why don’t you just go hangout with the rest of your boy band posse?”<br>
Tom became enraged. He jumped onto Tony and started pounding him like a punching bag. Pierre, Chris, and Benji eventually managed to pull Tony off of Tom, who had pushed Tom to the floor and jumped on top of him. “Fucking asshole!”<br>
“Knock this fucking shit off! My brother would have been killed today if it weren’t for Ceara. Stop this fucking fighting! Can’t we just be thankful.” Benji let go of Tony’s shirt collar. “I’m going to go and visit Joel.” On the way out towards Joel’s hospital room, he stopped at Ceara. “Thank you.” He gave her a hug.
“Hey man. How are you feeling?” Benji hated seeing Joel like this. The first thing he noticed was the wide red mark going all the way across his neck. Getting a closer look, he noticed desperate claw marks and bruising.
“How do I feel?” Joel asked the question out loud to himself and smiled. “Like I was almost killed.” He laughed and then quickly got serious. “I’m scared, Benji. I’m scared for all of us. Some physco with something against us is out for our blood and I’m starting to wonder if he’ll ever be caught.”<br>
Tony looked around the waiting room. Pierre and Jeff were looking as if they were about to cry, along with Dave and Chris who were trying to comfort each other. He looked around for Mike Dirnt who had been there earlier, but must be he left. Tony did not blame him a bit. His gaze then trailed to Tom, who was staring at him with and evil passion.
“Fuck this shit.” Tony said loudly and stood from his chair, walking into the cool, night breeze. He whipped out and cigarette and took a long puff. He looked around the near empty parking lot, searching for his car. Once spotting it, he began walking to it, knowing that there were a couple of unopened bottles of beer in the trunk.
Tony opened it up searching through the empty bottles and empty cigarette cartons. “Aha!” Tony smiled and popped open the cap. He closed the trunk and sat on top of it as he slowly drank his beer. “How relaxing.” Once he was finished he threw the bottle to the ground and watched it smash to pieces. Tony laughed. “Oops.”<br>
He turned around and instantly noticed something stuck under his windshield wipers. He walked to the front of the car and pulled it out, seeing it was just a crumbled up piece of paper. Tony broke out into a deep laughter and then a look of indecision. “I wonder if I should tell anybody about this.” Tony read it again, trying to fully understand the sloppy handwriting.
‘Tell your friend to watch his back. He may come upon quite an unpleasant surprise, if I do say so myself. I will make sure you hear his screams and his cries of agony, knowing you can’t help him. Then I shall do the same thing to you.’<br>
Tony shook his head. “It’ll just freak them all out. Probably just some freak.” He began crumpling the paper up when he saw some more writing at the bottom of the page.
‘P.S.- Aliens aren’t doing this.’<br>
“Well, whoever it was, they were in earshot of our…” Tom paused and looked at Tony. “…Conversation.” Tom shook his head looking at the note and then passed it to Benji.
“I know you guys were really loud, but I highly doubt your voices carried out of the waiting room.” Benji read up note for what seemed like the thousandth time and handed it to Joel, who just got out of the hospital. They had been passing the note amongst themselves all day long.
“I didn’t hear you guys.” Joel passed it to Pierre and said, “I can’t believe you guys would fight like that while I could have been dying.” He made a pouty face and then laughed.
After studying the note for several seconds, Pierre said, “Well, whoever wrote this must have left in the middle of the argument unnoticed.”<br>
Tony grabbed the letter from Pierre’s hands. “Why my car? Why me? It just doesn’t make any sense.” Tony paused and started passing it to Billie Joe. “Mike! I know he was there when we were fighting! I know it!” Tony smiled at the thought of solving the mystery. “Then when I was cooling off, I noticed he was gone.” He excitedly handed the note to Billie Joe. “Is this his handwriting?”<br>
Billie Joe didn’t even look at it. “It wasn’t Mike. He called me in the middle of your…” He paused. “…Fiasco and asked me to pick him up. I was there before he was even out of the hospital.” Billie Joe stared at the note intently, then passed it on to Dave.
Dave looked at it and let it fall from his hands onto the floor. “Hmph. I was thinking, maybe we shouldn’t be touching it. We should have taken it straight to the police station or given it to Ceara.” Dave had a look of worry on his face.
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Post by sarah on Feb 21, 2005 6:25:29 GMT
Benji already had out his cell phone. “Okay.” Benji nodded his head, speaking into the phone. “We’ll be right there.” Benji slid the phone back into his pocket. “We all need to go and get finger printed. Then they are going to test the note for fingerprints. Then they will find any prints on it that don’t belong to us.”<br>
Everyone who touched the note anxiously waited in the interrogation room. Those people are Benji, Joel, Chris, Tony, Pierre, Jeff, Billie Joe, Dave, and Tom.
“Okay boys.” Ceara said, waling into the room. “I have good news and bad news. What would you like first?”<br>
A few mumbles said, “Bad.”<br>
“I am pulling myself from this case…” Before she could continue, a bombardment of questions were thrust at her.
“Why?”<br>
“How could you do that to us?”<br>
“We need you.”<br>
“What are you thinking?”<br>
Ceara laughed. “Boys! Let me finished.” She paused to get the laughter out of her system. “I have pulled myself from this case so that I could help you guys find the killer and be your friend at the same time.” She turned to Joel. “So, yes Joel. You can hire me as a private investigator.”<br>
Joel stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t know how to thank you.”<br>
Suddenly, the door slammed open and in walked a six and a half-foot man with broad shoulder and a deadly glare. “Okay. I am the officer in charge of this case now.” He paused and turned to Ceara. “I don’t think you have any business being here.” Ceara walked out of the room. “We did run the fingerprint testing and the only prints on the note were from you guys.” He made eye contact with every single person in the room. “This means that whoever wrote the note wore gloves while unpackaging, handling, writing and the drop off.” The officer chuckled. “Now tell me. How unlikely is that? Not very.” He didn’t wait for a reply. “As of now every one of you are now suspects in the murders of Avril Lavigne, Deryck Whibley, Billy Martin, and David Desrosiers. I suggest you don’t leave town.”<br>
“What are we going to do? They are catching on to us.” The person said, in a monotone voice sitting in a dark corner.
“They will never catch on. No need to worry. I have a plan.” The accomplice said cockily. He turned on a lamp and looked at the wall, trying to decide who would be next.
The wall is actually a bulletin board with pictures tacked to it. The pictures of David, Billy, and Deryck were drenched in blood, signaling death.
The person gave a low chuckle, and put an ‘X’ through the flawless face of...
“Tony Lavato! What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” Benji walked downstairs, only to find Tony lying on Joel’s brand new sofa with dozens of beer bottle and empty cigarette packs surrounding him.
Tony took a long puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. “Having a party, man.”<br>
“What?” Benji asked stunned.
“Having a party! I’m a murder suspect!” Tony held up his beer to toast. “How fucking sweet is that?”<br>
Benji rolled his eyes. “God home, Tony.” Benji looked at the mess. “Just make sure your back here tomorrow before Joel gets home to have this mess picked up.”
Tony wobbly walked towards the door. “Where is Joel?”<br>
“Ceara’s for the night.”<br>
Tony stepped outside and jogged across the street to his house. He opened the door and stumbled through the dark. “Mother fucking beer cans!” Tony kicked empty cans of beer out of the way as he headed toward the stairs.
Tony trudged along through the darkness, not bothering with finding a light. He had just moved into the house a week ago and has not been home the majority of the time. “A bath sounds really good right now.” Tony walked into the bathroom and started the water. He turned on a dim ceiling light and started to undress.
He sat in the tub and closed his eyes. He just began to relax when he sensed someone staring at him. He opened his eyes to see two figures standing in the doorway. “Who’s there?” Tony stood up, ignoring the fact of being naked.
The figures stepped into the light. There stood Tré Cool holding a gun to the head of Tom Delonge. “Get out the tub Tony and sit right over there.” Tré pointed to a spot with his gun just to the right of the sink. Tré then looked up and down at Tony’s body. “I don’t know whether to fuck you or to kill you right now.”<br>
Tony sat down. “What are you doing Tré?”
He ignored the question. “Get into the tub Tom.” Tom moved forward, still feeling the cold metal against his head. “Good boy.” Tré backed up to the cabinet under the sink, making sure to keep an eye on Tony and an eye on Tom at all times. “Wow, Tony. I can’t believe you actually have one.” Tré pulled out a hair dryer and Tony gasped.
“Don’t Tré. You aren’t thinking clearly!” Tony jumped up, alarming Tré, making him shoot into the ceiling. This scared Tony, making his sit back down in a hurry.
Tré marched over to him and slammed the hair drying into Tony’s package. “If the neighbors heard that, your death will be slow and agonizing. That is a promise.”<br>
Tré walked towards the tub filled with water and Tom. “Lay down.” Tom lay down, the water engulfing around him. Tré plugged the hair dryer in and dropped it into the water.
Tony shut his eyes tight. “Why is this happening.”<br>
Tré shrugged. “You brought it on yourself." He then put a bullet through Tony’s head.
“No. You’re lying. This is some weird prank.” Benji put his hands over his eyes. He had found Tony the previous day after hours of calling and knocking on the door. “Tony did not kill all of those people!” Benji slammed his fists against the desk of Officer Felix Brown.
“Actually, I’m afraid he did.” Officer Brown pulled out a large folder crammed with different papers. “All evidence leads to him killing Tom Delonge and then killing himself. The gun was in his hand. We have absolutely no evidence of anybody else being inside the house.” Before Benji could protest, Officer Brown continued. “Although we have no evidence of Tony killing those other people, we are going to do many interviews, and reevaluate the crime scenes thoroughly.”
Benji stormed through the front door to find Joel, Paul, and Tre watching television. “How’d it go?” Joel asked without looking up.
“They think Tony killed everybody and then killed himself! Fucking bullshit if you ask me.” Joel and Paul sat in silence, but Tre stood up.
Tre pulled out his cell phone and said, “I have to take this call.” He stepped out onto the front porch and let out a muffled laugh. “ Those idiots.” He then dialed a number on his phone. “It worked.” Tre bust out laughing. “I told you we would be okay!” He sighed. “Yeah, I know. Until we make the next kill. Oh, and by the way, it’s your turn.” Tre got irritated. “Remember the dirt I got on you? I suggest you listen to me! Pick somebody.” Tre paused and listened to the protests of the other person. “I don’t give a shit who! Just have them dead by tomorrow night!” Tre slammed his phone shut and walked back inside. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m sorry Benji. I know how much you cared about Tony.” Paul turned to Joel. “I suggest you call Ceara and see what she has to say.”<br>
“We aren’t talking. We had a disagreement.” Joel said bitterly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I have to go now.” Paul walked out, followed by Tre, who also had to leave.
Knowing Benji would ask about himself and Ceara, Joel said, “None of your business, Benji,” and went upstairs.
“Want to go for a ride, Paul? I kind of need to talk to you.”<br>
Paul hopped into the passengers’ seat of Tre’s car. Once they were on the highway, Tre asked Paul, “Do you think you are respected?”<br>
“That’s an odd question.”<br>
“Well, would you answer it?
“Respected by whom?”<br>
“Jesus, Paul, anybody!” Tre gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Paul jumped. “Yeah. I get enough respect.”<br>
Tre’s eyes stared ahead, gleaming with rage and fury. “Think about it, Paul. Have you ever had respect? In high school or now? Your band, the fans, the media?” Tre’s voice seemed to sink into Paul’s brain, putting him into a hypnotic state.
Paul went into a sudden outburst. “It’s all about the fucking twins! The girls like them, the media likes them! They are just wonderful! It’s always been that way! They were even treated better than I was in high school! Hell, even Billy was always better than me! He had a clothing line. I have nothing.” Paul slammed his fist against the window. “I am just the fucking bassist along for the ride.”<br>
Tre nodded. “Nice job, Paul. You’ve admitted your defeat.” Tre laughed. “Now all you have to do, is plot your bitter sweet revenge.” Paul nodded.
Tre pulled into a long driveway, which led to a small, beat up trailer. “This is our headquarters. You are welcome here anytime you want.” Tre and Paul walked inside to see Sebastian sitting at an old beat up table.
Seb quickly stood up at the sight of Paul. “What are you doing, Tre?” Tre answered by grabbing the gun off of the table and shooting Seb perfectly between the eyes.
“Lesson number one, Paul. Don’t have doubts.” He gave Seb a nudge with his foot and looked at Paul. “Get rid of this body and go plan your revenge.”
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Post by sarah on Feb 21, 2005 6:25:54 GMT
“Paul! Months have passed! You have not yet made your first kill! This must happen, or I’m afraid you will face dire consequences.”<br>
“Yes, Sir. A party at the Madden household shall divert attention when I kill.”<br>
“I have taught you well. What a shock everyone will have when they find out the killer was not Tony, but myself with my lonely apprentice.”<br>
“Tonight, we will drink to the memory of Deryck, Billy, David, Tom, and also Seb, wherever he may be.” Joel proclaimed to everyone around him.
“And of course to my best buddy, who is burning in hell, as we speak!” Benji popped the cork to the champagne bottle.
Benji! Not the champagne already! We are still waiting for people to arrive!” Pierre scolded Benji. Pierre has had the hardest time accepting the fact their best friends are dead and their bands are ruined forever. He still wonders if Seb is still alive somewhere, cold and alone, maybe being held captive.
Benji shrugged and set it on the table just as Tre and Paul walked into the room. “Hey everyone! How’s it going?” Paul gave high fives all around.
“I think we have all accepted the fact our friends are gone forever along with our bands.” Mark Hoppus of Blink 182 said, speaking for everybody.
Tre spoke up; walking to the center of the room, making sure everybody was paying attention. “I just wanted to express to all of you how sorry I am, but also how thankful I am. My bad has not been torn apart like the rest of yours. I don’t know how Billie, Mike, and I managed that, but I can say we are extremely thankful.” Tears began welling up in Tre’s eyes. Billie Joe and Mike walked up to Tre and they began hugging each other. Everyone else in the room soon joined them.
“Have another shot, Billie!” Paul held out a shot glass filled with alcohol to Billie Joe.
“Oh fuck, Paul. That is it! I’m done.” Bille Joe vomited in the middle of Joel’s living room unnoticed. Everybody seemed to be passed out or too drunk to comprehend what was going on around him. “I’m going upstairs.”<br>
Paul laughed. “Suit yourself, buddy!” Paul had stayed sober the whole night. He didn’t need to drink to forget about everything that has happened. He began to relax on the sofa, but then he got a glimpse of a drunken Tre, passed out on the coffee table.
Paul quickly sat up in a quick motion, not knowing what to do. He nonchalantly scanned the room making sure nobody would notice his leaving, and then his absence. After reassuring himself, he got up and started climbing the stairs. Once there, he began looking into each room for a reason he did not know.
Paul soon found the answer, glancing into a spare bedroom, Billie Joe passed out on a bed. Paul hovered over Billie Joe’s still body. One would think he was lifeless if it weren’t for the steady movement of his chest going up and down. “I’m sorry, Billie Joe Armstrong. I love you.” Paul calmly picked up a pillow and pressed it against Billie’s face. Once Billie Joe started thrusting, Paul was feeling sadness and regret, feeling the tears make their way down his cheek. When Billie Joe’s body was once again still, Paul whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what kind of monster I’ve become.” He placed his murder weapon back into it’s proper on the bed and headed back downstairs. Paul lay down on the sofa he previously occupied, chugged from the whiskey bottle, and fell into a deep, death like sleep.
Paul was awoken to the sound of sirens and frantic cries heard throughout the house. He shot straight up, remembering what had occurred the night before. How was he going to keep his cool? “What’s going on?” Paul asked in an unintentional whisper.
Joel stared into space, not saying anything. He couldn’t say anything. This is the second murder that took place inside of his home.
Tre walked into the room, a look of the devil plastered on his face. “Billie Joe is dead.” He glared at Paul. “Whoever did this will pay.” He took deep breath. “One way or another, he’ll pay.”<br>
“I am not going to relive this nightmare. Tony was the killer. He had to have been. None of this makes any fucking sense!” Benji said to the detective who was interrogating him.
“After further review of Tony’s suicide, we are believing that it was not a suicide at all. Somebody killed him and strategically placed the gun near his body.” The detective changed the subject. “Benji, you and your brother are in hot water. With two murders taking place inside your house, the two of you are our prime suspects.”<br>
Benji jumped up in defense. “Joel nor I would ever kill anybody! We are not killers!” He aggressively pointed his finger at the detective.
“I’m sorry, I’m just doing my job.” The detective stood up and led Benji toward the door to his office. “I suggest you tell everyone involved to not leave town. Especially your brother and yourself.”<br>
Benji opened the door to his house and walked in He hadn’t been home in days. The cops wouldn’t let him in because it was a crime scene. He had to stay at Chris’ house. Joel stayed at Ceara’s. “Joel, are you home?” Benji yelled into the dark and obviously empty house. He trudged into the kitchen in hopes of some food. A note was taped to the refrigerator.
Benji- I was here, but I went back to Ceara’s. I’ll be home late tonight or early tomorrow morning. -Joel.
Benji grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge and made himself a bowl of cereal. Once he nearly ate the whole box, he put the bowl into the sink with the other dishes, piled a mile high.
Benji looked out the kitchen window at the sunset. His attention was diverted to he street where a parked car sat. It looked as though somebody was in it, but Benji had never seen it before. His attention was diverted to behind him due to a loud crash. Benji quickly turned around to see the high pile of dirty dishes scattered all over the counter and the floor. “I’m going fucking nuts! I’m paranoid as hell!”<br>
Benji began walking upstairs, aware of every creak of every step he took and also of every shadow in every small corner. He rubbed his arms, feeling the goosebumps starting to develop. He walked down the hall ignoring the room blocked off with yellow police tape.
Benji lay down on his bed, feeling nervous and jumpy. He listened contently to every sound in the house. He heard the front door open and he shot straight up. “It’s just Joel.” Benji whispered to himself. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead when the stairs began to creak. He chuckled to himself. “I’m going crazy. Nobody is going to kill me.” He continued to hear the footsteps getting closer and louder. Benji held his breath when they stopped at his door.
Tre stepped into the room, wearing a gray suit and holding a cane like object with a gigantic smile on his face. “Why, hello Benjamin. How are you on this fine evening?” He walked closer to Benji’s shocked body and gave him a gentle tap with his cane on the shoulder.
Benji gaped at him. “So, it is you! Why Tre? Why did you kill all of those people?” Benji felt is heart pounding out of his chest. He knew he was next. He deeply wondered if this is how the others felt.
Tre laughed and shook his head. “What makes you think it was just me?”<br>
“You are the only one demented enough to do it!”<br>
Tre hits Benji upside the head with his cane. “Poor little Sebastian. Poor innocent Sebby. Well he is not as innocent as you all thought.” Tre closed the bedroom door and continued pacing the room. “He felt just like me; used and unwanted. He just didn’t have what it takes. He did help me kill David, but he wouldn’t do as I said. I had no other choice than to…” Tre paused and worded his sentence carefully. “…Than to eliminate the problem. Sebastian being the problem.”<br>
“You sick bastard!” He wanted to kill Tre, but he knew the best way to get out of this predicament was playing along with him.
“Where was I?” Tre paused. “Ah, yes. With Seb dead, I needed somebody else to help me…”
Benjji interrupted. “You mean you dirty work for you?”<br>
Tre charged at Benji, pulling out a knife in the process. “You had better shut your fucking mouth!” Tre calmed himself and continued with his story. “I needed somebody who felt the same as I; not wanted, not respected, and not cared for. The answer was right in front of me the whole time. Paul Thomas!”<br>
Benji yelled. “You fucking psychopath!” Benji quickly charged at Tre and knocked the knife out of his hand, which slid across the room. Benji made a dive for it, but Tre also did at the same time, therefore they grabbed the knife at the same time. Benji frantically starting kicking Tre as they lie on the floor struggling for the knife. Tre took a grasp of Benji’s hand with his teeth. Benji gave a yelp and let go of the knife, allowing Tre to be in total control, once again.
“Dammit, Benji! That was a big mistake!” Tre pounced on top of him unexpectedly and starting thrusting the knife in and out of Benji’s body. He screamed in pain and agony.
Benji felt blood coming up into his throat. “You will not get away with this.” Benji gurgled the blood and dropped to the floor.
Tre sat on top of Benji, continuing to slaughter him like a pig. “Benji!” Paul stood in the doorway watching Tre kill his best friend. “What the fuck did you do, Tre?” Paul stood in the same spot with his mouth open and his hands pulling at his hair.
“Pay backs a bitch!” Tre charged at Paul, but before he could get to him, Paul pulled out a large handgun. He shot as many times as he could.
“Drop the weapon, now!” Paul dropped the gun and turned around to see Ceara and Joel behind her, crying. “Let me see your hands.” Ceara kept her gun pointed at him while putting handcuffs on him.
For the first time, Paul realized he was crying. “It’s over!” Paul said as though he had just main a discovery. He looked at Joel as he was being dragged out. “Don’t you see? This nightmare is over!” Paul felt the tears running down his face, and he whispered to himself. “It’s over.”<br>
THE END
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