It's been three days and we can't come out of police headquarters. Three days stuck in Hell.
"We're running low on coffee," I tell Steve staring into my mug.
"The can's almost full. We're not running out," Steve says rattling the coffee can at the center of the table.
"It's not enough!"
"You're just sad because we're stuck here."
"No. I'm jut trying to come up with an escape plan."
"We have guns. We could just shoot them," Steve suggests.
"Yeah but I don't feel comfortable doing that and then we'll have a bigger price on our heads."
"We could smash them over the head with our guitars?"
I take a sip from my coffee.
"Come on let's shoot their legs. They can replace them," Steve urges.
I stare at the ray gun lying on the floor. It can shoot a beam of energy so concentrated that it can pass basically through anything and you don't even need to reload. You just have to recharge.
Should we do it?
I take in the last bit of coffee and stand up.
"Let's do it," I tell Steve.
"That took you long enough," Steve says. "Now we have to find a gun for everyone else."
"I'll take this one," I pick up the one on the floor.
Steve leave the room and comes back with Kitty and Lyn-Z.
"We're gonna shoot their legs," I tell them.
"Alright," Lyn-Z says.
Kitty remains silent. I guess she doesn't like the idea of shooting people.
"I found this bat in the basement," Steve tells her, "You can bash their heads in."
Somehow she prefers the bat over the gun. I guess it's like a giant drumstick if you think about it.
"Are we going now?" Lyn-Z asks.
"Sure," I answer.
"What about Brody and Sam?" Kitty says.
"I'll get them," Lyn-Z says, "and I'll get some guns too."
Something dawns on me when Lyn-Z starts handing out guns. "What are you going to do about your guitars? and Kitty's drums?"
"I'm slinging mine across my back," Steve says.
"I could use mine as an ax or something like Marceline the Vampire Queen," Lyn-Z suggests.
"I don't suppose you're going to wear your drums as a dress?" I ask Kitty.
"We'll just have to sacrifice them," she says sadly. "We'll steal some later."
I guess I'll just add that to the list of things we could get arrested for.
"So we're just charging?" Sam asks.
"No. We're going to go out back and shoot them when and if they see us," I explain.
"Everyone else is coming too?"
Fuck.
"They can't arrest all of them. They'll just take them home after we're gone," Kitty explains.
"Okay but where are we going after?" Sam asks.
"Why do you have to think so much?" I yell at him. My plan seems terrible now. "Why can't we just be spontaneous and improvise? Be mindless. Be self indulgent."
"There's an abandoned building about a mile from here," Kitty tells us. "I used to go there all the time."
"See. We have a plan now," I tell Sam. He just glares at me.
We all go out through a small door used for maintenance and stuff. Putting the hose away. Stuff like that. Steve and Lyn-Z have their guitars and everyone else just has a ray gun.
"Should we just run for it?" Lyn-Z asks eyeing the empty space between the parking lot and the endless array of buildings ahead.
I go out first. The cops are turned away from me so everyone else follows.
"Hey! Stop!" one of them finally turns around. I'm half expecting him to be holding a donut.
"NEVER!" I shout. "Eat your donuts. Give me your coffee!" we're still a long way away from them.
The man pulls out a gun, an exact replica of the one I'm holding.
"Okaay, we don't have to do the Freeze! thing if you don't want to," I tell him slowing down. Everyone else is really behind me.
"Just hand yourself over and there won't be any trouble."
"Ah, come on," I get closer, "we can be friends. You don't have to shoot me. We can be buddies."
"Your last name is Urine," he points out.
"So what? I'm a rockstar!" I start laughing because Lyn-Z had shown me a song like that and it was so terrible. Like here comes the pink menace coming to do shit with her hypocrite rock music.
"Do you need medical assistance?" the cop asks.
"No," I get closer, "I just need a hug, okay? Can we just hug for a few seconds? That'd make my day."
I pull him into a bear hug as everyone else runs ahead of me.
"Get off! You're crazy!" the cop pulls off and puts his gun to my head.
"Okay. You don't like hugs then? I understand..."
I grab the police and kiss him right on the mouth. He jerks backwards and I take my chance to run for it. I think I can hear the guy gagging. I feel like gagging too.
"What happened back there?" Kitty asks with an amused expression on her face.
"No. It's a long and horrifying story. I'll tell you kids around a bonfire sometime with the lights off."
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Sorry, I haven't updated in forever. I got writer's block for this story and my writer's block for my other story went away...well, anyways I hope this chapter made up for the lack of updates and in case you're wondering this story does have a purpose (even though I'm on chapter 20 and shit) I have ideas for the end...
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FanfictionMindless Self Indulgence is a band that wreaks havoc upon a 'perfect' society in the future. So says this fanfiction. And no it doesn't feature a Lyn-Z and Gerard based plot if you want that fuck away and go buy an MSI album