The Killers - Part 2

chapter 11

Roger POV

“Trying to kill me are you?”

Freddie yelled at me, getting away from all the cursing and profanities that he spat out left, right and centre, the kit was sprawled out across the floor, fred was on the floor, various paramedics of the sort were surrounding him along with Brian and john close by.

It wasn’t like he was going to die, it was only the crash symbal the had hit him in the head, nothing too bad, it could have been the bass drum and that would have hurt and id understand why all these people would worried, but it wasn’t, there wasn’t even a speck of blood, all that would happen is head get an egg on the side of his head and a bruise, nothing too bad.

“no... do you want me to ?”

I said, he had ticked me over far enough, bringing up my plans tonight and how i wasn’t able to do them, it was to protect her, nothing more, but i had to sit here and play the blasted drums for a gig i didn’t even know about. I got out of the chair and practically ran over to him, i was going to punch him in the face like there was no tomorrow, well that was my plan.

Brian reached out as if to tackle me, but i dodged it, i had played football, not overally enjoying it but i knew a few little tricks, i was going to give him something to complain about. Brian fell to the floor in his attempt in trying to stop me. John suddenly appeared out of no where, koala hugging me and pushing me away from Freddie, i didn’t bother fighting back, it was a futile attempt, i didn’t want to hurt him, i just wanted him to shut his mouth.

“come on bud, lets get you your medication, you don’t want to hurt him.”

John said, trying to calm me down, Brian came to help assist john to drag me away. He shoved some of my medication in my mouth, passing me some water, what is it with him and giving me water, i couldn’t quiet deny it, the tablets had a horrible taste just sitting there in my mouth.

I swallowed them, and was pulled into the trailer. The only thing that kept coming into my head was the voice of Derek and Danny and their horrible plans for Kyrie, i had to get out of here, she wasn’t safe there alone with no one to protect her. For all i knew she could already be gone, and who knows in what state she could be in, knowing Derek and just the intent of Danny i already knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

Some twat came up behind me and started doing my hair, what the hell did they think they were doing. I swatted at their hands, reefing the comb out of my hair, pulling out hair of my own in the process but i didn’t give a damn at the moment, i got to get out of this place, if its the last thing i ever do.

“when are we going?”

I asked john, staring up at the ceiling, running my fingers through my hair and my head hung back, i missed the feeling of my hair just hanging down, i hated my new haircut, maybe ill dye it a lighter blonde before our next gig, i dunno, im just trying to think of things to take my mind off what could possibly be happening at the moment, it wasn’t quiet working.

I got no answer from john, thats right, i forgot Natalie had come along to this gig, the rest were invited, all but tamarah i think, kye wanted to just sleep more than anything, she hasn’t been sleeping very well lately.  jo had planning, she had a month left before the wedding and the only thing they had planned was what they were going to wear, its better than nothing i guess, but by the sounds of it no one is coming, well no one but us and the girls, which doesn’t sound very good thinking about it.

“hopefully soon”

Brian said, displeasure hinted in his voice. Like anyone i guess he hated being away from jo, just as i hated being away from kyrie and fred with tamarah and so one and so forth.  He sat there tapping his spindly fingers on the arm of the chair he sat on, becoming highly annoying.

“so wheres the chinese?”

I asked him, he had spent about ten minutes arguing over the phone trying to make a takeaway order and it hasn’t made it here after twenty minutes, that is just ridiculous. He began to laugh to himself, finding some humour in what i had just sad, though there was clearly none, im just really hungry and could eat a horse.

There was a knock at the door, john instantly pulling away from Natalie, about time, i don’t understand how he can do that in public, well infront of people anyway. Brian quickly got up to answer the door, i was in no mood to do anything, for all i knew it could be fred again and i wouldn’t hesitate bashing him a couple more times in the head to give him something to complain about.

A man in white, with the occasional red cross on his uniform, scattered from arm to arm, i even think there was one on his back, but why do i care. Just as easily i had snaped my head towards the door, i hung it back looking at the ceiling of the trailer no longer troubled with who was at the door, only concerned at when we were leaving, it was far from safe for kyrie there and i had to get her out before its too late.

“we’ll.... mr mercury will be alright”

I began to laugh even though his sentence was far from finished, he probably had a whole diagnosis to tell us. ha, he was always going to be alright, getting hit in the head by a crash symbol was nothing compared to what could have hit him, the loony should watch out what he says and then things like this have no chance in occurring, Brian scolded me with his dark eyes, i instantly stopped though the situation was only to get more ridiculous than what it already was, and Brian knew that for a fact as well.

“he is free to go home, just make sure you keep the ice pack applied for at least half an hour, and no strenuous work for the remainder of the night, a good rest will do him well”

The doctor said, trying to sound all fancy with his speech to us, personally i couldn’t give a damn in what they wanted, fred was just being a sook like usual when something didn’t go his own way. No strenuous work, please that is what he thrives on, not, the least he does is prance around on a stage and sing his voice out till he has no voice left.

“thank you”

Brian said trying to take the situation alot more serious than what i was, that was clear, no matter how futile he probably found it, there was a sense of seriousness able to be read in his voice and the features of his face.  John got up and left, his hand in Nat’s and lead her out of the trailer, i grabbed a bottle of vodka and did the same, i had to clear my mind before i left, the last thing i wanted to do was hurt her and give her a reason to hate me.

I hopped into the limo that was ordered for tonight, the driver... i wasn’t really bothered in who was driving us tonight, all i wanted was to get back, hoping i wasn’t too late and that she was still there, unharmed. The car ride consisted of Freddie and his ice pack, Brian looking out the window expressionless and john and nat, i didn’t even venture in what they were doing, other than that it was a pretty quiet car ride, no one talked, just sat there.