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Chapter 3 Quarantine A knock on the door came early the next morning. No one moved to answer the door until the busboy said, "Room service." Will was sitting in a chair closest to the door so he opened it. "Thank goodness,"Chris said, "I'm starving." He reached for the fruit plate that was piled high with a wide variety of fruit. But he took the only banana. "Hey, I wanted that," Guy said. "So, get your own," Chris said, gesturing toward the plate of food. "It was the only banana," Guy said, crossing his arms. "Well, here then," Chris said. He had finished the banana and he threw the peel at Guy. Guy glared at him as the banana peel slid off his chin leaving little strings of fruit behind. "Boys.....Come on...." Will said, "There's lots of food here." "I wanted that banana," Guy said. "Get over it.It's gone," Will told him. Jonny was looking through the different breads and pastries on the cart. "Come on, man. Don't touch them all," Guy complained. Jonny looked up at him with an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry," he said. Chris saw the look and he didn't like it that Jonny felt that way. "Don't apologize to the little prick," he told Jonny. "It's okay," Jonny said. "No, it's not. He shouldn't talk to you like that." Jonny's eyes met Chris' and he gave him a look that said, "Be careful how vigilantly you defend me." Chris gave him an imperceptible nod that said he understood and he walked away. "I need coffee," Guy said. "That's the last thing you need," Will told him. "What does that mean?" Guy asked. "It means you are already wound up enough. You don't need caffeine." "You can't tell me what I need," Guy said. "Drink some juice or some water," Will told him. "Water?" Guy said, "Are you serious?" "Yeah, maybe it would improve your disposition." "My disposition would be greatly improved if I could get out of this rabbit cage," he said, "and find some companionship that did not involve testosterone." Just then another knock came on the door. "Housekeeping," a sweet female voice said. "Ah ha," Guy said, rubbing his hands together, "A girl. Things are looking up."

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.

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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

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Chapter 6 A Spring Day "Jonny's family wants to bury him in his hometown and so does Chris' family." Will said. It was two days later and they were sitting in the Bakery working on press releases. "That's good," Guy said. But to himself he thought, "Shit, two freaking funerals I have to appear at and look sad." "Both families would like us to speak at the services," Will said. "Okay," Guy said. But to himself he thought, "They wouldn't like what I would tell them about that pretentious diva and his goody two shoes best friend." "I think there is going to be a public memorial too," Will told him. "Hmm," Guy said. But to himself he thought, "Damn more crying in public. I already went through two bottles of eye drops and that stuff isn't cheap." "Have you heard anything from the cops?" Guy asked. Will shook his head. "They are trying to trace the drug that was used to kill them," he said. Guy laughed a little to himself and thought, "Ha, good freaking luck with that." "We may just never know what happened,"Will was saying, "Can you live with that?" "I don't know," Guy answered. But to himself he started to sing a little song, "Yippee.....ding dong the over-rated asses are dead." "I may need your help with what I am going to say at the services," Will said. "Sure," Guy told him, "Whatever you need." "Do you have any idea what you will say?" Will asked. "No, I will probably just speak from the heart when I get there," Guy told him. But to himself he thought, "Chris is dead. Jonny is dead. Let's party." "I sure do miss them," Will said. "Me too," Guy said. But to himself he thought, "It is so nice to have peace and quiet without Chris talking all the damn time." "I won't have anyone to play those games with on the Playstation anymore," Will said. "I could try and learn," Guy volunteered. But in his mind he thought, "Not in a million freaking years." "I never really thought about the future, "Will was saying, "But I certainly never thought we would end up like this..Jonny and Chris dead. You and I the only ones left." He started to cry a little. "It certainly wasn't what I had planned," Guy said, with mostly truth to it. He didn't plan to kill Chris. Will was crying harder now. Guy got up from his chair and walked over to comfort him. He put his arms around him and said, "It will get better." But to himself he thought, "Maybe I should have had them kill Will too."

Chapter 5 A Spring Day There was a knock on the door of the Bakery early the next morning. Will opened the door to find the police detective. "May we come in?" he asked. Will looked at Guy. He was afraid of the worst. "I am afraid we have some bad news about your friends," the policeman said. "Two of my men found their bodies this morning just a few miles from the cabin." "Oh no," Will said, putting his hands over his face and sitting down heavily. Guy walked over and sat down beside him, putting his arms around him. "I am very sorry,"the policeman said. "But....but who did it?" Guy asked, with tears running down his face. "And why?" Will asked, "Do you think it was the stalker or something else?" "We don't really have any motive right now," he told them, "We will have to wait for the autopsies to find out the official cause of death. Right now, it looks like they were just random victims of a rogue cult." Will was rocking back and forth on the couch and Guy was trying to calm him down. "Again,I am sorry," the policeman said, edging toward the door, "We will keep you informed." "Thank you," Guy told him. He was rubbing Will's back and telling him that everything would be okay. "Would you like some water?" Guy asked. Will shook his head. "How about some brandy?" Guy asked. Will shook his head. "Are you sure?" Guy asked. Will said, "Yeah." "Why don't you let me call a doctor," Guy said, "He might be able to give you a sedative." "Okay," Will said, "I could use one and you probably could too." "He will sleep for a few hours now," the doctor told Guy as he closed the door to the bedroom. "If he still needs something tomorrow, just give me another ring." "Thank you," Guy told him. "Are you sure I can't give you a little something just to help you relax?" the doctor asked. "Thanks," Guy said, "But there are things that need to be done. Calls that need to be made and such. I need to be alert." "Okay," the doctor said, "I certainly am sorry about Jonny and Chris. I can't imagine what kind of animals must have done this." "Yeah," Guy said, "You just never know about people do you?" "It's such a shame." The doctor said, shaking his head as he went out the door. Guy shut the door, leaned on it and smiled to himself as he said, "You just never know about people."

Chapter 4 A Spring Day She was waiting for Guy outside his apartment. He pretended not to notice her. She waited a few moments after he went in and then followed him into the building. As she was walking down the hall to the elevators, Guy grabbed her from out of the shadows. "Stupid bitch," he said, "What are you doing here?" He flung her against the wall. "What if someone sees you?" His eyes were blazing with anger. "I.....I just really wanted to see you," she stammered. Guy grabbed her and kissed her hard before biting her lip. She pulled away, wiping blood from her mouth. "There was kind of a complication," she said. "Just what kind of complication?" he asked. "Don't be mad....but...the skinny one.....we gave him too much of the drug." "And?" Guy asked "And he's dead," she said. Guy leaned close to her. "What?" he asked, furiously, "What did you say?" She was shaking as she said, "He's dead." Guy slammed the wall behind him with his fist. "Dammit!! I gave you one little job to do and you couldn't do it. What am I supposed to do now? He was the singer in the band. What kind of band will we have now? Oh sure, Will thinks he can sing but that was just some playing around shit. He didn't have Chris' range." "I'm sorry," she said, quietly. He looked at her with flashing eyes. "That does me a hell of a lot of good now, doesn't it?" He told her through clenched teeth. He slammed the wall by her head again. She flinched. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked. "Well, you should be." "What about the other one.....the quiet one?" She asked. Guy stood with his hands on his hips for a moment and seemed to be in deep thought. Then he shook his head. "Might as well kill him too." She nodded her agreement. "But see that you don't screw it up this time, huh?"

Thanks to all who commented on my story. I am trying to write darker stories for you guys. It is hard!!:confused:

Chapter 3 A Spring Day "It is pig blood," the detective was explaining to Will over the phone. "All the blood in the cabin belonged to a pig. There was no human blood." "What does that mean?" Will asked, "Why would someone butcher a pig there?" The detective took a deep breath. "I am sure that you have heard of the groups of people that are called, for lack of a better term, devil worshippers? "Yeah," Will said. "We think maybe your friends might have become involved with a group like that." "No way," Will said, "They would never participate in something like that." "I don't mean that it was a voluntary thing," the policeman said. "Oh......." Will's voice faded out. "I am calling because we found some items at the cabin and we would like you and Mr. Berryman to come down and see if you recognize any of these items as belonging to the victims." "The victims?" Will asked. "That is how they are classified right now as long as the investigation is still open," the detective explained. "Okay," Will said. "It's Jonny's cap," Guy said, when the detective held up a large plastic evidence bag for him to look at. "Will," Guy said, looking at him and pretending to be scared, "It's Jonny's cap." "We don't know what these are," the detective said, as he held up a bag full of pieces of different colored string. "Those are Chris' bracelets," Will said, "Whoever did this to them must have cut them off his wrists." "And this?" Another plastic bag full of shiny bits of paper. "That's the wrappers from that damn chocolate candy that Chris is always eating."Will said. The detective raised his eyebrows. "So," he said, "We have established that your friends were definitely at the cabin for some period of time." "Did you find anything else?" Guy asked. He was trying to find out if the police had any evidence that might lead them to the group of people he had hired. "Well, we didn't find any more blood or any bodies or anything if that is what you are asking," the detective told him bluntly, "But we did find several sets of footprints Can you tell me if your friends wore boots?" "Boots?" Will asked. "Yes, like combat boots or work boots?" Guy smiled at the idea of either Chris or Jonny wearing combat boots. "No," he said, "Neither of them owned a pair." "Well, someone who was at that cabin was wearing a pair because they left a series of bloody footprints." "What happens now?" Will asked. "I have teams still scouring the woods around the cabin and the stream that was located just down the hill." Guy and Will looked at each other worriedly. "We haven't found any bodies yet," the detective told them, "I take that as a good sign."

Chapter 2 A Spring Day Guy checked the clock on the wall for the second time in fifteen minutes. His cell phone rang. "Finally!" he said in an exasperated tone. "Where have you been?" he asked. "I'm sorry," a voice answered. It was a woman's voice. "That's okay," he said. "Do the police suspect anything?" She asked. Guy leaned back in his chair and smiled at his satisfaction that his own plan was working so perfectly. "Not a thing," he told her, "The cops really are as incompetent as we thought." "Good," she told him. "Any problems?" he asked. "We have been having quite a bit of trouble with them," She said. "The tall skinny one has been talking non stop. We even put a gag on him and he still talked." "Yeah," Guy said, with a trace of malice in his voice, "That is one of the biggest things I hate about the little bastard. He never shuts up." "The other one just sits there," She said. "I bet he just sits there and looks smug too, doesn't he?" Guy asked. "Yes," she said, "It really makes me want to slap him." "I understand that totally," Guy said, almost in a growl, "He gets all the credit for everything." "Jonny's so good at guitar. Jonny's so sweet," he mocked. "I am sick of Jonny getting all the attention. I am just as good as he is. But no one gives me any credit. They all take me for granted. And I am sick of it." "So, how long do you want us to keep the other one?" she asked. Guy looked up at the calendar on the wall. They had been holding Chris and Jonny captive for six days. "You can let him go as soon as you give him the drug," Guy told her. "What about the quiet one?" She asked, "Are we still going through with our plan for him?" "Yes," Guy said, as a malicious sneer crossed his face. "We are going to fix it so that he is no trouble to me any more. I am going to be the star of this band if it means killing the little perfect jackass."

Chapter 1 A Spring Day There was blood everywhere. On the furniture. Splattered all over the walls. Soaked into the carpet. "Oh my God, "Will said. "What do you think happened?" Guy asked. "I don't know," Will answered, "But we better call the police." "Don't you think we should check and see if they are here first?" "No," Will said, shaking his head, "If they are here, there is nothing we can do for them anyway." "You mean, you think they are dead?" Guy asked, his eyes growing in size as he said the words. Will nodded. "And how long has it been since you have heard from your friends?" The poilce detective asked. Will looked at Guy and said, "What about three days?" Guy nodded his agreement. "They were supposed to call and check in on Wednesday. When they hadn't called by Friday and we couldn't reach them on their cell phones we were worried. So we drove up here to check on them." "And why were they here?" The detective asked, gesturing around at the small cabin. "They had driven up here to clear their heads and maybe try to write some music.They usually started the songs together and then added our parts later." "Was there anything going on in their personal lives that we should know about?" The detective asked. Guy and Will looked at each other. "You might as well tell me now," the detective said, picking up on the sly look between them. "Well, there was this thing with this stalker." Will said. "A stalker?" The detective was writing furiously in his little notebook. "Was this reported to the police?" he asked. "No," Guy said, "We wanted to keep it out of the papers." "That was a very bad move," the detective said, "Your desire for privacy may have just cost your friends their lives." Guy was standing outside the cabin smoking a cigarette when his cell phone rang. He looked at the number and then looked around to make sure that no one was within earshot. Will was still inside talking to the police lieutenant. "What?" Guy said, as he answered. "No, no....everything is going just like we planned so far. No one suspects a thing." The caller said something that obviously upset Guy. "Well, dammit, maybe you should have thought of that before,' he said, angrily. The caller said something else. "Okay....okay...I got it.....I know exactly what to do." Guy said, slamming his phone shut. "Any news?" Will asked, walking up from behind him. "No, no," Guy said, "I was just talking to my brother. What do the police say?" "They are still looking around for clues. They think they may have been kidnapped...at least one of them anyway." "Which one?" Guy asked. "Jonny, naturally. Since he was the one who had the stalker." "Hmmm. Then where is Chris?" "They really don't have a lead on that," Will said. "What about the blood? There's so much of it," Guy said. "They don't think it is human," Will said, "They think maybe some kind of animal."

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No.........I am too addicted to this place. I am just going to practice writing better stuff so when the new thread happens my stuff will be more interesting. And I will try some variations in style too. My worst fear is boring you guys.

Well, you guys are writing alot anyway now, so you don't need anything new from me. Keep up the good work. I love reading what you come up with.:)

Thanks for the answer. I guess I'll be back whenever the new thread shows up.

Any idea when that will be?

I was hoping you would like it. I wrote it with you in mind.

You are very lucky to have such good friends. I envy you.

If any of my friends read any of my stuff I would have to quit my job and leave the country. They all think I am a hard-hearted, cynical bitch. I kind of like it that way. You guys just have to keep my secret.;)

It is so ironic that you think I have romantic ideals. No one and I do mean absolutely no one that I know would ever believe that I write such stuff or even that I think such stuff.