Hell above. And below. And right in front of us. A kellic fanfiction

Do it now remember it later

Kellins P.O.V.

I walked back to the tour bus and found all of the guys passed out. Drunk probably. We were the only people left, and we needed to get going if we wanted to make it to the final show and then go home. I was feeling fine, now that my vision was clearing. I was still bloody, so I decided to take a shower before I drove us to the finale.

Walking to the back of the bus, (thank god my mom's friend let us borrow their RV.) I reached up to feel my head. It seemed to have stopped bleeding, but the blood had dried in my hair. Ugh. Anything but my damn hair.

Before I got in the shower, I heard talking outside of the bus. I was too busy sulking about my hair that I was ignorant enough to ignore it.

'It's probably just one of the guys.' I thought. 'Now get this shit out of you

hair Kellin.'

Stripping down, I grabbed a towel and hung it on the top of the shower curtain. As I was washing the blood out of my hair, I heard the talking again, more clear this time. I didn't recognize the voice. I guess the person was talking through a phone or something, because he kept answering unheard questions.

'Or he could be a pshycotic killer you dumbass.' I thought to myself.

"Yeah, Quinn should be in the bus." I heard the mysterious voice say.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. Why the hell is someone looking for me?

I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist. Just as I was about to grab a kitchen knife, I heard a gunshot. Reflexively, I ducked. I stayed on the ground for a good 10 minutes, listening. After I finally got the courage to look out the window, all I saw was blood. No body. No one with a gun. Just red, red blood. How the guys slept through this, I have no idea.

I didn't dare go outside, and I was still too shocked to call 911. I just stood there. Looking out the window. After an immeasurable amount of time, I guess I came to my senses, and I called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A young woman asked.

"Um, someone just got shot outside my tour bus." I said, trying to stay calm.

"Oh. Ok and what is your location?" She asked, probably wanting to ask who I was and what band I was in blah blah blah.

"Lakewood amphitheater, Atlanta. Im in the Sleeping With Sirens tour bus." I stated, adding, "Before the guy got shot I heard him outside. He was talking to someone on the phone I guess. He said that I was probably in the bus."

"Ok. Be sure to explain that to the police when they get there. What's your name?" She asked.

"Kellin Quinn." I heard a slight gasp on the end of the line. Cool. One of my fans was a 911 operator.

"Ok mister Quinn. Is the body still there?"

"No, not that I can tell." I said truthfully.

At that, the police arrived, and I said goodbye to the girl. When they saw the blood, and no body, I knew from the look on their faces that the girl was probably fangirling too much to tell them anything.

"Atlanta Police Department, open up." A commanding voice demanded. I opened the door, forgetting I was in a towel.

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower when u heard the shot." I apologized and told them what had happened. After they went back outside, I got dressed. I walked outside and an African American man who was about 2 times my height came over to me.

"Son, why aren't you gone from this sight yet? It's 3 in the morning. You were supposed to be gone 4 hours ago." He said.

"I hit my head and was knocked out for awhile. I was about to get going after I took my shower, but then..." I trailed off. The man looked at me and nodded.

"Ok. Well considering there's no blood on your bus, and we can't really do much until we get the C.S.I. unit out here, you can go. Be safe on the road." He said. As he started to turn around, I remembered something.

"Hey! The guy who got shot, I think, he was outside my bus when I got in the shower." I explained the rest to him.

"It probably wasn't the victim. It was most likely the shooter. But thanks, that's key to the investigation. I will need a way of contacting you, considering you are a witness."

I gave him my contact info and after waking the guys up and explaining to them what had happened, I got on the road, and called the warped tour planners.***I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE MAIN PEOPLE ARE CALLED SO IM JUST GONNA CALL THEM THE PLANNERS - The Author*** After explaining what happened, they said they were sorry and they understand why we were canceling.

I pulled onto the interstate and when I did, I was suddenly behind the Pierce The Veil tour bus. From the back window, someone was staring out. And whoever it was, they were NOT in Vic's band. I remembered that they were all Hispanic, and the person looking out was pale and red haired.

And they had blood on their face.