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Even Before I Sleep

Part 2

 

 

I was having the most interesting dream. I was some sort of royalty, and everywhere I went people would give me gifts. They'd give me a variety of items, from old, tattered clothes to really fancy cars. It was quite pleasant.

 

As I was walking down one road, I saw a small child. He was by himself, and he looked frightened. I walked over to him, and as I did so he looked up at me. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but for some reason I couldn't speak. We both just stood there, staring at each other. Eventually, I decided that it would be a waste of time to try to talk to him. I walked away, and he began to cry. I didn't turn around, though, but for some reason his sobs grew louder and louder as I walked further and further away.

 

I opened my eyes to see that the crying was actually coming from the sofa above me. I had been kind and let Chris sleep on the sofa while I slept on the floor.

 

“Chris?”

 

“Yeah?” he sniffed.

 

“What time is it?”

 

“It's a little after three.” I sat up. Chris was curled in the corner of the sofa, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.

 

“Have you gone to sleep yet?”

 

“No.” I moved from the floor to the seat next to him.

 

“Come here,” I said, pulling him close to me. He let go of his knees and put his arms around my torso, resting his head on my chest. “Whatever it is, Chris, whatever happened, just forget it for a little bit, OK? Get some rest.”

 

“I can't forget it. And I'm tired, but I can't sleep. What if they find me here?”

 

“No one's gonna find you here, OK? And if they do, I'm here with you.”

 

“Yeah, but what if they hurt you, too? Then what would I do? Jonny, I need you.”

 

“We'll be fine. Just, please, get some sleep.” Neither of us talked after that, and a few minutes later Chris seemed to be asleep. His breathing had evened out, but he was still whimpering a bit. “Oh, poor Chrissy, what did they do to you?”

 

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When I woke up again, it was light outside. Chris was still attached to me, but he was awake. He seemed to be humming, but I couldn't tell what he was humming. I shifted a bit and he lifted his head.

 

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

 

“No, you didn't. Did you get any sleep?”

 

“A little. But I think I kept having nightmares.”

 

“Will you tell me what happened now?”

 

“If I can.”

 

“Did someone hurt you?” He shook his head.

 

“They tried. But they got...”

 

“Got what?”

 

“No, not what. They... they killed...”

 

“Killed? Chris, someone was killed?”

 

“Uh huh.” He starting sobbing again.

 

“Who was killed?”

 

“I don't know who she was.”

 

“Who killed her?”

 

“I don't know.”

 

“Where did all of this happen?”

 

“I'm not sure.”

 

“Chris, we have to call the cops.”

 

“What good is it gonna do, though? I can't remember anything except... except the sounds... squirming... bl-blood...”

 

“Oh, God. Um... can you tell me what you remember?”

 

“I'll try...”

 

 

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

 

I like this thread :D

Chapter 7

 

A Spring Day

 

 

"Thanks for meeting me," the police detective told Will.

They were meeting on a bench in the park.

"Sure, But why did we have to meet here?"

Will looked very confused.

"Let's walk for a bit," the policeman said.

They walked for a few yards before Will stopped and asked, "Look what is all this about anyway?"

"We think that your other band member may have played a large role in the deaths of Mr. Martin and Mr. Buckland," the detective said.

Will knitted up his eyebrows and said, "But the only other band member is Guy."

"Exactly."

Will eyes grew wide.

"That's....that's crazy. That's insane. That's not possible," he said.

"We think it is very likely. You see we received a tip last week from a young woman. She even came in for questioning. She said that Mr. Berryman hired her and her gang of assassins to kidnap Mr. Martin and Mr. Buckland from the cabin. They were supposed to drug Martin, but they overdosed him accidentally. Then they just killed Buckland on orders from Berryman."

"But surely...this woman....whoever she is... she must be a crack-pot of some kind. Anyone can accuse anyone of anything."

"She has Berryman's voice on tape. She has photographs of Martin and Buckland tied up at the assassins hide-out. She has fingerprints from all of them."

Will put a hand to his face.

"But why??? Did she saw why he did it?"

The policeman nodded his head.

"The same reason 98% of the murders that are carried out are committed. He was jealous."

"Of what?" Will asked.

"Of Buckland, mostly and the attention he got as the guitarist. The crowds always loved the stage play between Martin and Buckland. Berryman wanted to be part of it too."

"That's crazy." Will said, "Hell, I sit in the back where no one can see except a couple of pigeons that occasionally fly by and I didn't plot to kill my friends."

"He wanted to get rid of Buckland and take his place. Martin was killed completely by accident."

Will stood still trying to digest all this information.

"What now?" he asked.

The policeman looked at his watch.

"My people should be arresting him just about now," he said.

 

Will and the police detective arrived back at the Bakery just as the police were leading Guy out to the squad car.

He was in handcuffs.

Guy saw Will and yelled for him.

"Will, you gotta help me. They think I did it." he said.

Will stood completely still, with his hands in his pockets and just stared at Guy.

He was still standing there when the police car drove away with Guy in the back seat looking at him and yelling," Will! Help me!!!!!!!!"

 

 

 

Epilogue

 

 

 

The lights came up in the theatre.

"You have got to be kidding me," Chris said, "You got nominated for an Oscar for that?"

Guy smiled shyly.

"Don't you think it was quite a departure from my real personality?" he asked.

"I hope so," Jonny said, "Should I be watching my back now?"

They all laughed.

"Who wrote this? Chris asked, "I am not sure I liked the way they depicted my character as a diva."

"And I apparently am incredibly stupid," Will said, "I didn't know anything was happening."

"It was supposed to be sort of like a Quentin Tarantino-type movie," Guy said.

"Well, you did a really good job with the acting," Chris told him.

"I mean, that was just acting, right?" Jonny asked.

Guy smiled shyly.

"You never know," he said, "You should probably be careful about taking me for granted in the future."

They all walked away laughing.

Except Will, who got a very concerned look on his face.

 

 

 

The End

Even Before I Sleep

Part 3

 

 

Last night I ate out for dinner, because I didn't have any food at home. I was walking back from the restaurant, and it was kinda dark outside. I'd almost made it home, and some girl stopped me.

 

“Excuse me, Chris?” I turned around. She looked like she was about twenty, with wavy, brown hair and green eyes. “Sorry to bother you, but do you think I could get an autograph?”

 

“Sure.” She had a marker, but she didn't really know what she wanted me to sign. I patiently waited while she looked through her bag, eventually pulling out a scrap piece of paper. As I was signing it, I felt a piece of cold metal shoved into my neck.

 

“OK, Martin, don't make a sound or this gun goes off, you got it?” some guy said, grabbing my arm and dragging me off the sidewalk. I looked at the girl, who was laughing and talking with another guy. The first guy continued to drag me until we reached a car on the other side of the street. He opened the door and threw me inside, still pointing the gun at me. “Come on, you two! We gotta leave before someone sees us.”

 

The girl and the other man both got in the car, the man in the driver side and the girl in the passenger side. The man with the gun pushed me into the next seat and sat in the car.

 

“Who are you?” I asked. “And what do you want with me?”

 

“We're people, and you'll see what we want soon enough.” We drove for half an hour, stopping outside of some dank building I'd never seen before. The driver got out first, then opened the door for me. He had a gun, too. They pushed me into the building, the two guys, and the girl walked in front of us. We walked up a few flights of stairs and eventually stopped at one of the doors. She pulled out some sort of card and scanned it in front of this keypad thing.

 

The door swung open and she led us inside. The room was almost empty. There were a few chairs and that was it. The girl sat down in one of the chairs, and one of the men pushed me into one of the others.

 

“So, Chris, how are you?” she nonchalantly asked.

 

“Um...”

 

“Let me guess, afraid? I can imagine that.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

“That's not important. What's important is that you do as we say, OK? Otherwise that pretty little head of yours will be blown off. And we don't want that, do we?” She stared at me, expecting me to speak or something, but I just stared back. “Listen, you have something we need.”

 

“Whatever it is, you can have it, just, please, let me go.”

 

“We can't do that.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“You're wearing it.”

 

“I'm wearing it? What the hell are you talking about?”

 

“We need your sweat.”

 

 

so good!!! Evil Guy, simply awesome!!

Even Before I Sleep

Part 4

 

 

“My sweat? Why?” I looked around at all three of them, and I realized something. They were all wearing the same shirt- black, with the letters CCM embroidered in yellow. I had no idea what it meant, but I figured they were in some sort of group.

 

“You're the prophet, Chris. You were sent by the heavens above to bring peace and happiness to this sad and miserable world.”

 

“What?”

 

“We've dedicated our lives to help spread your wise words in order to achieve this goal. But after a while, we realized that your words alone would not work.”

 

“I think you're crazy.”

 

“Don't insult us, we control your life right now, remember? Anyway, we spent months researching ways that we could further your progress. And, after many, many sleepless nights of testing, we found the answer: your sweat.”

 

“What has my sweat got anything to do with this?”

 

“Don't you see, Chris? Your sweat has healing powers. If we were to bottle it, and distribute it around the world, we could end all illness and disease. You could end all illness and disease. Isn't that what you want?”

 

“I want to get out of here. You guys are-”

 

“No, we're right, and you know it.” She was yelling now. “Now, if you're not willing to just give us your sweat, then we'll have to do this the hard way, won't we?” She looked up at the two men behind me and nodded. Then everything went black.

 

When I finally came to, I was lying on the floor, wrapped in, like, eight blankets. I couldn't move, and it was hotter than hell. After looking around for a bit, I finally saw that the two men were sitting next to me, conversing.

 

“Hey, do we really need her?”

 

“She came up with this whole thing.”

 

“Yeah, but we know what to do. And if we, you know, get rid of her, then it's more money for us.”

 

“Ah, I get you.”

 

“Plus, I can't stand her.”

 

“Yeah, she's... wait, shut up, he's awake.”

 

“What are you doing to me?” I asked. I could barely breathe on account of the heat.

 

“We're taking your sweat, sir.”

 

“Sir? You kidnap me, knock me out, and steal my sweat, but you call me 'sir'?”

 

“You are the prophet, sir. We must.”

 

“How much of my sweat have you taken?”

 

“Uh... an eighth of a cup, sir.”

 

“And you think that this is gonna work?”

 

“We know it will work, sir.” The girl walked back into the room at that moment.

 

“Oh, he's awake now? Good.” She walked over to where we were and knelt down beside me. “Sorry, Chris, but we had to do it.”

 

“No, you didn't.”

 

“Yes, we did. You wouldn't consent, so we had to take action. That's life.” She looked over me with her green eyes. “But you do look like you could use a bit of a break. Boys, take off the blankets.”

 

Hesitantly, the men moved and unwrapped the blankets. When I was finally free, I stood up and stretched.

 

“You can take a five minute break, then we'll wrap you back up. Or you could willingly give us your sweat, and you wouldn't have to go through this again.”

 

“I'm not gonna do it.”

 

“Yes, you will. Maybe not voluntarily, but you will. You have to.” She sighed. “I wish we didn't have to do this, Chris, but we do.”

 

 

Even Before I Sleep

Part 5

 

 

Five minutes later, the girl told the men to wrap me up again. They'd had enough of her by then, though.

 

“Boys, wrap him up again,” she ordered after I once again refused to obey.

 

“No,” one of the men replied.

 

“Excuse me?” she asked, turning around to face the one who spoke.

 

“We're tired of you. You're not worth anything, anyway. You're just getting in the way.”

 

“What?” She sounded a little surprised, but there was a definite tone of terror in her voice.

 

“Your time is up.” The one man punched her, which I thought had knocked her out, because she fell to the ground. Then the other man pulled a... a knife out of his pocket and sl-slashed her n-neck and stom-stomach. She was st-still conscious, though, because she st-started screaming and-and squirming...

 

“You can stop now, Chris,” Jonny said. “You don't have to continue the story.”

 

“And they t-took her in the other room and... One of the men left his keys on the floor, or maybe they fell, but I grabbed them and ran. I could hear g-gunshots and screaming when I left, but I just kept going. I took their c-car and came here.”

 

“Chris... That's...”

 

“They'll find me, Jonny. I have their car, they're gonna find me.” Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door.

 

“OPEN UP, MARTIN, WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE.”

 

“That's them... I told you!”

 

“We need to call the cops,” Jonny said, standing up and running to the phone. I could hear him talking, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was frozen, staring at the door. They found me, and they were gonna find a way to get in, and they were gonna hurt me.

 

“I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have left. Now they're here and they're gonna hurt me, Jonny, and they might hurt you, too. I shouldn't have left. Everything would've been fine if I had stayed with them. I should have stayed.”

 

“Chris, will you listen to yourself? Everything would not have been fine if you stayed. It's better that you left.”

 

“Hey!” a voice shouted from behind the door. It wasn't either of the men that were after me, though.

 

“My landlord?” Jonny asked. There was a gunshot, then another, and then the door swung open. The two men started to walk into the apartment, but something stopped them.

 

“Freeze!” the cops yelled. The one man turned, lifted his gun, and shot. There was a groan from one of the cops, and almost immediately there was another shot. This shot was from the other cop, however, and it hit the man, knocking him to the ground. The other man dropped his gun and raised his hands. I couldn't work out how the cops had managed to get there so fast, but I was glad they did.

 

“Are you happy, Chris?” the one man shouted at me as he was being handcuffed. “You've killed millions of people, now. You could have saved them all.”

 

“No, you're fucking insane! It wouldn't have worked, and you guys were only in it for the money. Anyway, if it was going to work, I'd have just given it away, not tried to profit from it. You make me sick.”

 

“Are you two OK?” the cop asked.

 

“Yeah, we're fine, but my friend,” Jonny said, pointing to me. “He saw them kill some girl.”

 

“Is that so?” I nodded. “Well, then you're going to have to come with us and tell us what happened.”

 

“Can Jonny come with me?” I asked, turning to Jonny. There was no way I could do it without him.

 

“Yeah, I suppose. Follow me, then.” The cop started walking, and Jonny immediately followed him. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then started walking. It wouldn't be easy telling the story again, but I knew I had to. Crazy or not, a girl was dead, and someone had to do something about it. I just wished it hadn't been me.

 

 

 

the end!

whoa. brooke that wa amazing. jknc, i loved your story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

aww, jknc, A Spring Day was great!!

now i'm off to read the other one... :escaping:

Just read Sugar & Spice....... what can I say... pretty good work!!! you should continue with the story.....

 

G'night girls... I'm off for the day!!!

@low- thanks! :nice:

i hope no one from the church of Chris Martin ever reads that. :uhoh:

 

@jknc- "Okay,"Will said, "I can start therapy." :lol:

very cute story!! :nice:

Well, I go to sleep and so much stories are posted in my absence :D I LOVED ALL OF THEM, really, really good!

 

And the best thing is there's a little bit of everything for everybody's tastes! Good job, writers:clap:

Even Before I Sleep

Part 5

 

 

Five minutes later, the girl told the men to wrap me up again. They'd had enough of her by then, though.

 

“Boys, wrap him up again,” she ordered after I once again refused to obey.

 

“No,” one of the men replied.

 

“Excuse me?” she asked, turning around to face the one who spoke.

 

“We're tired of you. You're not worth anything, anyway. You're just getting in the way.”

 

“What?” She sounded a little surprised, but there was a definite tone of terror in her voice.

 

“Your time is up.” The one man punched her, which I thought had knocked her out, because she fell to the ground. Then the other man pulled a... a knife out of his pocket and sl-slashed her n-neck and stom-stomach. She was st-still conscious, though, because she st-started screaming and-and squirming...

 

“You can stop now, Chris,” Jonny said. “You don't have to continue the story.”

 

“And they t-took her in the other room and... One of the men left his keys on the floor, or maybe they fell, but I grabbed them and ran. I could hear g-gunshots and screaming when I left, but I just kept going. I took their c-car and came here.”

 

“Chris... That's...”

 

“They'll find me, Jonny. I have their car, they're gonna find me.” Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door.

 

“OPEN UP, MARTIN, WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE.”

 

“That's them... I told you!”

 

“We need to call the cops,” Jonny said, standing up and running to the phone. I could hear him talking, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was frozen, staring at the door. They found me, and they were gonna find a way to get in, and they were gonna hurt me.

 

“I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have left. Now they're here and they're gonna hurt me, Jonny, and they might hurt you, too. I shouldn't have left. Everything would've been fine if I had stayed with them. I should have stayed.”

 

“Chris, will you listen to yourself? Everything would not have been fine if you stayed. It's better that you left.”

 

“Hey!” a voice shouted from behind the door. It wasn't either of the men that were after me, though.

 

“My landlord?” Jonny asked. There was a gunshot, then another, and then the door swung open. The two men started to walk into the apartment, but something stopped them.

 

“Freeze!” the cops yelled. The one man turned, lifted his gun, and shot. There was a groan from one of the cops, and almost immediately there was another shot. This shot was from the other cop, however, and it hit the man, knocking him to the ground. The other man dropped his gun and raised his hands. I couldn't work out how the cops had managed to get there so fast, but I was glad they did.

 

“Are you happy, Chris?” the one man shouted at me as he was being handcuffed. “You've killed millions of people, now. You could have saved them all.”

 

“No, you're fucking insane! It wouldn't have worked, and you guys were only in it for the money. Anyway, if it was going to work, I'd have just given it away, not tried to profit from it. You make me sick.”

 

“Are you two OK?” the cop asked.

 

“Yeah, we're fine, but my friend,” Jonny said, pointing to me. “He saw them kill some girl.”

 

“Is that so?” I nodded. “Well, then you're going to have to come with us and tell us what happened.”

 

“Can Jonny come with me?” I asked, turning to Jonny. There was no way I could do it without him.

 

“Yeah, I suppose. Follow me, then.” The cop started walking, and Jonny immediately followed him. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then started walking. It wouldn't be easy telling the story again, but I knew I had to. Crazy or not, a girl was dead, and someone had to do something about it. I just wished it hadn't been me.

 

 

 

the end!

 

Oh my god, Brooke! The people in your story are sooooo psycho...

But I loved it! :D

The fanfics are great :D

Oh my god, Brooke! The people in your story are sooooo psycho...

But I loved it! :D

 

:blush:

psycho people make interesting characters. :wacko:

but like i said before, i hope no one from the church of Chris Martin ever reads it. :uhoh:

where is alina? :bigcry:

Hey guys just finshed readin all the stories

they're all amazing i loove them :) cant wait for

more xxx

Don't you need to finish a fic, Emma?

Whooo mee ! :P gah noo lol

 

 

 

(yhh but its still in a working progress) :D x

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haahah jokes i love how jonyn and will are like the dads :P

Chapter 2

 

Quarantine

 

"Jonny?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you asleep?" Chris whispered, as he ran his foot up the back of Jonny’s leg.

"Not anymore," Jonny answered.

"Good, get up and come with me."

Chris and Jonny moved as quietly as possible from where they were sleeping on the floor.

They had all drawn straws for the right to sleep in the bedroom and Will won.

Then they drew for rights to the sofa and Guy won.

Currently, he was snoring loudly just a few feet from them.

Secretly, Jonny and Chris were glad that they had lost.

At least this way they could sleep as close together as possible without any questions.

Jonny followed Chris around the corner into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked, still whispering.

Chris grabbed him and shoved him against the wall in the corner.

He kissed him hard on the mouth and let his hands travel down to Jonny's boxers.

Jonny pushed him away.

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked.

"They are both asleep," Chris told him, "I want you, Jonny."

"This is crazy," Jonny said, "What if they hear something?"

Chris looked at him with a lascivious leer.

"They won't," he said.

Jonny looked at him and smiled.

"We aren't usually so quiet," he said.

Chris rubbed a hand across Jonny's cheek.

"I cannot wait seven days," he said, "Seven days without touching you. Seven days without kissing you. Seven days without your sweet taste on my lips. I absolutely cannot do it. I won’t do it.”

Chris leaned forward and whispered, “Please Jonny,” into his ear.

Jonny grabbed Chris’ face with both hands and kissed him gently.

Then his tongue began to work its’ way down Chris’ neck and throat to his chest.

Chris closed his eyes and moaned involuntarily.

Jonny reached up with his free hand and placed it gingerly over Chris’ mouth.

Chris took a deep breath as Jonny kept working his way down his body.

Forty-five minutes later they snuck back into the living room and snuggled down beneath their separate blankets.

They didn’t sleep for awhile.

They just lie there and looked at each other across the short expanse of room.

^I LOVE Quarantine. It's funny to see them forced to be in the same space for that amount of time :D Can't wait for the next part!