THE DARK TRUTH OF BLINK 182, GREEN DAY, AND RHCP... || LORE [REAL NOT FAKE]

Armageddon: The Last Song

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She could be dead.

She could be fucking dead.

Anthony dropped the gun to the hard parking lot concrete.

"Tom. I don't want you to have blood on your hands." He was doing all he could not to burst into tears at the very moment.

He needed to negotiate. He needed to get out of here. He needed to see if Dani was still alive.

Tom paused. "What do you mean."

Anthony looked at (his old love) him with pleading eyes.

"Let me go. Let me do something to help Dani. Please."

Tom looked at Dani on the ground. Travis motioned for him to stop and he checked her pulse himself.

"She's dead."

Anthony couldn't help it. He burst into tears right in front of Blink 182. Dani was dead.

Dani was dead.

He took the pistol in his hands and aimed it at his counterpart, Douglas McDoober.

"YOU. YOU DID THIS."

Douglas McDoober waved his hands as to say, "Not me."

"Anthony. Don't shoot me. Please- don't."

He glared at Douglas McDoober. "You killed her."

Douglas McDoober stepped forward. "I could kill you right now."

Anthony pointed the gun at Tom. "Oh really? Oh really, huh. I could kill Tom right now if I really wanted to."

"Then do it."

Anthony shot in Douglas McDoober's direction.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He ran torwards Anthony, ready to pounce on him.

"I will NOT hesitate to kill you, Doug." Anthony said, clenching his jaw.

For the first time in a long time, Douglas McDoober looked vulnerable. He looked like he really didn't want to die.

"What if I let you go, Anthony."

Anthony scoffed. "You killed Dani. And you want me to go and pretend like it never happened?"

Douglas McDoober went back to the SUV and grabbed a satchel, brought it back, and opened it up.

"This is the money I was going to give to Tom. Ten thousand."

"And?" Anthony asked.

"Let me go and you take this." He threw the satchel at Anthony.

Tom looked up. "SO I KILLED SOMEONE FOR FUCKING NOTHING?" He pounced on Douglas McDoober and he hit the pavement.

Anthony took the satchel and cocked the pistol.

Bang!

He fired into the air. Tom and Douglas McDoober jumped off of eachother.

Anthony stepped in front of them. Tom jumped up to face him.

"Look," Tom said. "You take the money. And we pretend like none of this ever happened. I don't want you to mention Dani or anything else that happened between us."

"Well I don't ever want to see you four again." Anthony said.

Douglas McDoober looked up. "What about your band?"

"You mean yours?" Anthony snided.

"I got kicked out."

Anthony realized he could just return back to New York at the Record Company, if he agreed to stop this feud with Blink 182.

But how could he go on like nothing ever happened, when the closest person to him had just been killed?

"Alright." Anthony continued. "I go on with my life and you go on with yours." Tears were forming in his eyes again.

Tom looked at the empty fields behind the Sinclair. California really was beautiful.

They were lucky to be fighting at the gas station they were at, since the Sinclair had been turned to a side where the cars driving past wouldn't see the gruesome details of the night.

Tom looked down at Dani. "We'll dispose of her. Final word?"

Anthony nodded. "I just want this feud to be over with. I don't want to see anyone else I love get killed."

Tom stood there, expressionless. The sky had started to lighten up slightly. He knew they better had pack up and leave.

So that's what they did. Anthony couldn't look at Dani's limp body as they brought her into the SUV. He knew everyone would believe she had just disappeared. Ran away. Nobody thought she would have gotten killed.

He locked the doors to the car and cried.

It was still mainly dark, by the time that Blink 182 had left the Sinclair. Anthony had gotten out after he watched the SUV drive away. He saw the fields surrounding the gas station, and it really was a pretty view.

He walked down to a small valley behind the Sinclair, where nobody could see him. It was pretty peaceful, with the sky being dark, the sunrise hardly peeking through.

He grabbed a two sticks and a piece of rope from the car trunk and formed it into a cross. He found another stick sharp enough to mark on wet, dewy grass.

He placed the makeshift cross into the earthy ground, tears streaming down his face. He used the sharp stick to write two words underneath it.

Dani California