HopingThat[NoOne]WouldSee[Me]Like[THIS]

4TH CHAPTER [jesus on extasy]

I had gotten what I needed and more. On stage our things were already set up, who cared who put them there. They were there, man. I took my neon-green electric guitar. I loved this guitar. Ronald and David had to be seperated by a rainbow pillow thrown by Deej.
It started out with a black stage. Then a blood-curdling scream, then another. Made by Ronny. Then a series of loud cracks of thunder made by the sound guy. Silence. Another scream as there was multi-coloured 'lightening' shocking the stage. As we jammed out. David was amazing on drums. Ronny was a awesome singer. Deej was a stupendous back-up singer/guitarist. And I powned (pro-ly owned) at electric guitar. I just wanted to jam. I was on a all-time high and it felt tingly everywhere. The song started up. The crowd loved it.
About half-way through the song I breathed in this amazing scent that stood out from all the sweat and liquor scent. This one was fantastic. It didn't even smell like anything. It was like smelling a urge. It was like being in a sea of every most-desired feelings in the world and inhaling it. My breathing pattern changed almost immdiatly. I was getting allmost light-headed. All these kids, looking at me. Moving, jumping, injectioning, kissing, and pumping their beautiful scents of bloody thickly into the air. Usually I could have worked past it, if I didn't think of it. I surprisingly had a amazing self-control power wall. But tonight, the wall had been torn down by these kids. Maybe it was because of my mom's death. We were never a tight-knit family to begin with, and I'm almost certain I was adopted. Maybe it was that my bestfriends nearly killed each other. Maybe it was the lack of blood in my system. Maybe I was changing.
I closed my eyes. Trying to rebuild that wall.
The boy wearing nothing but boxers rocking out in front of me was the first thing I saw.
And suddenly trying to rebuild that wall was like trying to jump to the moon from earth.
With the flashing lights still sparkling I threw down my guitar and tackled him. He yelled. Then laughed. Then screamed. I was chewing out his wrists, moving to his stomach. Knawing him out. Everybody started screaming. I ran my mouth to the boys' neck. No pulse. Excellent. I had killed him. I was the hunter, they were the prey. I targeted the soundboard. I lifted it up and smashed it towards the farthest wall. Vanishing the light. I could still see, perfectly. The boy had a girl hovering over him, repeating "No, no, no" over and over. His blood getting all over her. Another girl was pulling on her, trying to move her to the back of the room. Which, was doing no good. No one was escaping, and if they were, they were moving very, very slowly. I didn't even see the girl as a crying wreck, I saw her as meat. Warm, fresh meat. I gave out a growl that must have been growing inside of me for years. Everyone was screaming now. I jumped at the girl with no effort, taking her down with my arm. Snapping a couple of ribs. Her scream was white noise. I raised up my arm and sliced her throat open. I saw the light fade from her eyes. It irritated my human side like nails going down a chalkboard. Making my head spin. I rose and wobbled towards the stage, accidently breaking the girls' leg bone while stepping on it. Like it would matter. I let out another snarl, a human scream breaking out at the end. One side of me versing the other. This should be interesting if the two sides weren't trying to break me apart form the inside. I think I blacked out, the next thing I knew something heavy was being broken of my back. It felt like snow in my new body. The room was absolutly filled with blood. I was bleeding, too. From my leg. The only thing that could make me bleed was a bullet, or another bite from a vampire. I turned around, some of the lights had been turned back on. Just enough to see a large guy with the bottom of one of the oak table's in his hand. That's what was weilded across my back. I was unharmed and his eys were full of fear. He trembled and a third of the people were still here. I could feel a hidious grin spread across my face. Stopping now was as pointless as trying to nail jello to a tree. I lurched towards him and blacked out again.
Snap!
Snap!
I had just finished breaking every bone in this large mans' body. God, I hope he wasn't still alive. The screaming hadn't eased up but there was much chaos at the door. Police were trying to get in while he remaining screaming fans were trying to get out the one-person doorway. It was time to go. I was still smiling, I realized. Time to find DJ, David, and Ronny. Wherever they were. I leaped onto the stage. This would be my final show. After tonight, I would never be back. I turned to the crowd, made a fist, kissed it and turned it into a peace-sign.
We were back to the hotel within minutes. Thanks to me. I didn't care if anyone saw me running with three people and three guitars on my back, I was too fast for them to see anyway. Up in the hotel we packed quickly. Didn't bother checking out. No one said a word to me. I think I had freaked them out too badly. Within ten minutes we were as far as we could get from that hotel, while still staying in Toronto. I checked us into a room. It was the Best Western Hotel. Pretty good. Like it mattered. I bolted us the stairs at incredible speed. They only gave us one room. Thinking only I was the only one checking in.
     When our door was open I instantly slowed down and laid down on the couch. they put down the stuff and sat down with me. David flicking on the light. No one said anything for a long while. A really long time. It was around 3 am when Ronny finally broke the silence. "Mind telling me what the f**k was that about?"
I readjusted myself. "Umm, I don't know. I just lost control," I let that hang in the air for awhile. "But, I have a solution. I thought I had it controled, obviously I don't. So, guys, I need you to kill me."
Their eyes shot up. I looked at the floor. "F**k that! Your like famil--" Deej started.
     "No. I might have killed one of you. And I couldn't risk that, ever. Now," I waited for more objections. Ronny's eyes had melted to the floor as well. "I think I have a way. You drown me."
I knew I was wearing down, so, all three of them could probably take me. David and Ronny knew it was the right thing to do. David nodded. "Sounds good."
     They duct-taped my hands and feet and placed me if the bathtub. Ronny and David were the only ones that would help. DJ kept preaching about ways to avoid this. But no one listened. "Alright, umm, I guess, we're ready." David said. He was scared shitless. As was I. But I knew if I thought about it I would most likely chicken out. I wish it wasn't these guys that had to do it. I tried to keep my suicide light. "My moms' probably gonna be bitching at me in Heaven, eh?" I tried to joke.
     "Like hell your going to heaven." Ronny smirked.
     "Well, if I get a choice, I'll try to come back and haunt you guys. Haha." I added with a very nervous smile. "Try not to kill each other, I'll be the first to know."
     "Nah, if anything I'll see you in Hell mofo." Ronny was totally going to Hell, and so am I. It's gonna rock with him there.
Deej stayed in the doorway. Barely looking at us. He had stopped talking and just looked terrified. "Gonna miss you mofo's." Mofo=motha fockers.
     "Well, only real men help kill their friend," Ronny paused. "Hey twerp, get your scrawny a*s over here. Draven's leaving, if you hadn't noticed. But, I guess it doesn't matter. You'll be seeing him soon anyway." Me and Ronny smiled. Hell won't be that bad. David turned on the water. I couldn't tell if it was too hot or too cold. My mind was deep in-thought. "Deej, come here."
     "Why?"
     "Just come 'er. I wanna talk to ya."
He swallowed once and came over, hesitating only twice. He sat at the edge of the tub. Face almost at pale as mine. The water getting higher. "D*********s, bury me with my guitar. I swear to God if you sell it I'll kill you Freddy-Cougar style." I turned back to DJ. "Deej, you saw me kill those people. Snap their bones. Knaw through their intestines. I'm can't be allowed to live. Anyway, I love you, kay?" I didn't want to seem corny but, hell, it was my last words. Might as make them as cliche as I want. Deej looked me in the eyes, finally. He was tramatized. I could see tonight play back over and over again in his memory.
"Yeah, alright. Water's deep enough--" I interupted myself and kissed Deej. I loved this kid. I loved these guys. I was nearly weak enough now. I pulled back and closed my eyes. "Tape my eyes. And my mouth. And whatever you do, don't let me up."
     "Not even if you scream." Promised Ronny. David gave me a brothers' hug and Ronny a real hug and a peck of the head.
    "See ya guys later." David taped my mouth shut. Right before the tape went over my eyes I swear I might have seen watery eyes from Ronald. And a turned back; DJ. I closed my eyes. Let out my breath onto the tape, and I was under. Hands forcing down my chest, legs and hips. I started counting. 10 seconds . . . . 15 seconds . . . . .20 seconds . . . . . . . . . 40 seconds . . . . . . . . I never tried to struggle. . . . . . . . . . 1 minute and 30 seconds.
2 minutes.
2 1/2.
3 1/2.

5 minutes. Maybe my timing was off. I opened my eyes. The water has loosened the tape and I had one eye free. I could hear Ronald and David.
"Think it's been enough time?"
"It's been like, ten minutes!"
"Give it like, ten more minutes, just to make sure."
So I closed my eyes and waited.

About thirty minutes later I was lifted above the water. I could hear them, sobbing. Maybe even Ronny. Okay, I was dead. Crap! I hope that I don't have to go through the funeral conscious like this. And the grave. That was going to be boring. The tape was taken off my legs, and my arms. But when the tape was ripped off my eyebrows I gave out a silent scream, well I thought it was silent. My scream was followed by 3 others. I scared them. Maybe I was a zombie. I opened my eyes. Water blurred my vision momentarily. Within a few seconds I could see the horrified faces of the boys of the band. I looked around, puzzled. "Am I . . . dead?"

Around 10'o'clock the next morning, with much testing and confusion, we had found out that I didn't need to breathe. After last night I had transformed so much I didn't need air anymore. My skin was also getting colder by the minute. I thought that maybe I was actually dying. But after a week my tempature evened out and I was stone-cold. Well, to them anyway. To me it just felt normal. After our first attempt to kill me, when I awoke Ronny hit me in the head with a amp. Actually thinking I might have been a zombie. Deej fainted and David threw up for some reason. When I got up David and Ronny ran out of the room screaming. I was dizzy and tried to explain to them I wasn't dead.

     "We would have been charged with murder, so, you being a freak saved us." David flashed a hopeful smile.
     "We could use this as a advantage, eh?" Ronny had brewed coffee for everyone, except Deej of course. "We could have bar-bets on how long he could hold his breath for!" So optimistic.
     "That'd be great! Then maybe you could sell him to the freak-show after!" Deej said sarcastically.
     "Screw off homo! If anyone's getting sent away it's gonna be you."

I hadn't left my bed since. I hadn't talked much either. It looked like I was deep in thought, when, in reality I couldn't think straight. Whenever I tried to think of one thing it got blown up and filled with every thought I know. Making it freaking impossible to even instruct my body to do basic motor skills. I don't think I even blinked. Since I didn't need to breathe I couldn't even use that as guiding point. Crap. I was pretty sure it was getting worse; lack of sleep I wasn't sure I needed. I think it was after the third day I realized one of my eyes were open. I only had a brief glimpse of the never-changing egg-shell white of the ceiling.
I was aware of the people around me. The sounds. The TV. Deej often left. They talked to me for a whole week, thinking that I was depressed. Only on the 22nd day was I finally able to make sense of their words.
I had finally gotten enough focus to be able to blink whenever I wasn't distracted. David was the first to discover my ability. Sadly, we've developed a system of blinks. 1 blink yes. 2 blinks no.
Everything was going slowly. After a month and a half I had gotten use of my head, kinda. I was able to nod and make some sounds. My head was still a landfill of the crap my mind was throwing up. It was a continous struggle.