When Teenies Attack
The muggy evening was coming to an end at Detroit Warped Tour 09’. Camy and Ally sipped their beers as the life of the barbeque began to slowly but surely die down.
“One more round of beer pong, then I’m done!” Screamed the ginger at his awkward friend.
“Blow me Nick!” yelled John Ohhh.
The party continued on like this for another hour till everyone began to grab their chairs and head back to the Buses and vans.
Camy and Ally gave all the guys hugs. They had been friends with all of the guys from Brighten, A Rocket to the Moon and the Maine long enough to love each of them like brothers.
“Tim you grab my ass one more time and I will break your hand.” Screamed Camy, before slapping his shoulder and walking back towards Ally. Well maybe not Tim Kirch or Bam… but they were tolerable.
Suddenly there was a piercing scream through the night. The horde of friends ran towards where the scream had come from. Yet before they could even begin the investigation, they discovered a blonde haired bitch, face down in front of her bracelet tent… DEAD… it was Jac Vanek.
“Who wants to see if Jac is still breathing?” Pat whispered in shock of the gruesome scene before him.
“NOT ME!” screamed the entire crowd screamed.
“Um… I vote Loren, he’s a Mormon and he thinks he’s going to heaven if he dies.” Ally gave her vote, knowing it was either her or the Moron going to check the body and it sure as hell was not going to be her.
“I second that!” Alex said as he lit a cigarette and slowly backed away.
Loren rolled his eyes and slowly made his way towards the body. “Dude, this is so fucked up bra.” After crouching down next to the body he rolled it over. “Death by strangulation bra, serious fucked up shit!”
“Seriously?” Jared asked.
“What the hell strangled her?” Jimmy inquired, finally speaking up.
“Her, her, her, hair extensions, they’re wrapped around her neck!” Loren yelped.
“DUDE SOMEBODY FUCKING CALL 911!” Justin screamed as Ally hid behind Eric.
“We need to get out of here!” Ally screamed.
“I’m soooo down with that! The killer is probably still around. SHE LOOKS FRESH!” Garrett screamed before leading the pack of petrified musicians away from the body.
“EVERYBODY ON TO OUR BUS IT’S THE CLOSEST!” Eric screamed as he grabbed John Ohhh’s Hand and started to sprint towards his home on wheels.
As they all made their way across the now deserted parking lot and onto the bus they began to breathe easier. Nick began doing a head count to make sure everyone was on the bus, when he realized his best friend Bam was missing.
“Dude can anyone get a signal?” Kennedy asked, everyone answered with a shocked “No”.
“Bam’s not here.” Nick finally spoke aloud.
“Of course he’s here, Ryan this is no time for jokes. Where the fuck are you?” Tim yelled around the bus. Everyone waited, with their breath held for an answer that never came.
“Somebody has to go out and find him! I mean he could be alive and looking for us. The doors locked he cant get in!” Pat stated to melt down.
“I guess I will go look for him. Dude, some ax murder cant take me down.” Tim joked as he kissed his “guns”. Pat looked up from his catatonic state on the couch. “Don’t worry little bro I will be right back.” With that he bravely walked out the bus door and was quickly swallowed by darkness.
Five minutes turned into ten… nothing. Ally slowly sits on Loren’s lap, he quickly embraced her as she began to sob. Nick was quietly mumbling to himself in an attempt to keep himself sane as he continued pacing the length of the front lounge.
There was a knock at the door. Flying to the door with a baseball bat in hand Alex threw open the door… It was Tim with a unwell look on his face. He slowly pushed past Alex and sat down at the top of the steps. The only thing that broke the silence was the locking of the door.
“He’s dead,” Whispered Tim “He’s fucking dead. It’s the Michigan Massacre.”
To Be Continued…
not really a secret…but sure…