The Ultimate Yoko A Supernatural Time-Bomb Thriller

The Wailin' Wonders

"Remy, doesn't this seem...uh...ridiculously dangerous?"

"Our publicist said that we need to establish ourselves as adventurous and dangerous artists. What better way to do that, than to create a teaser trailer for our new album where we're walking away from an exploding helicopter!?"

"Ya, it seems cool, but why couldn't we just photoshop the background?"

"Because that is super lame dude! The Wailin' Wonders always do everything full out. You know this!"

"I guess..."

In the distance, they hear Stacy: "Would you two morons hurry up and come get ready for the shoot!? We've only got so much daylight!!"

The Wailin' Wonders were just about prepped for their big, blockbuster scene. Each one was dressed in biker-chic, the members looking like their own version of The Terminator. The helicopter was hovering above, with the pilot ready to perform the death-defying stunt.

"All right guys! Are we finally ready?" screamed the director.

"Yup!"

"Uhuh"

"I guess so!"

"Hell yes!"

"Ready!"

"ACTION!!"

At that moment, the pilot began his descent, while the band waited for their queue. After a few minutes, the helicopter's dash flashed with a warning. It turns out that sometime while he was hovering, two of the hydraulic pipes had burst without him noticing.

As he tried to steer, there was no way he could steer the helicopter's direction, so he began to panic. After a couple minutes of fiddling and trying to recall every emergency procedure there was, he decided to grab a parachute and jump. Unfortunately as he did, the helicopter was headed right for the band, and without anyone knowing that this wasn't part of the plan.

"Doesn't he seem to be getting a little too close? And going WAY too fast?"

"I'd say so! I didn't think it was gonna be this dangerous"

"Wait a second..."

Within a split second, every Wailin' Wonder looked at each other and began to run as fast as they damn well could. The bad news was at this point, it didn't matter. They might've gotten ten steps before the helicopter's blades whipped towards them and, one by one, the members were removed of their limbs and their lives. All while the crew and director watched in horror.

"Did...did that just happen!?" The blood had drained from the director's face. The crew stood silent, while they suddenly noticed a figure running toward them with arms waving. It was the pilot.

"Oh God! Is everyone okay!?"

The director could only point to the bundle of flames. All the pilot could see was Remy's melting leather jacket.