Home Sweet Home (REVISED)

Chapter 27

"Hey, L.A. posers!", they heard behind them. Nikki and Tommy turned around, confused to see Slayer coming towards them in a pickup truck. The four guys in the band were all squeezed into the cargo in the back, and their singer and bassist, Tom Araya, was standing up, ready to jump out as they pulled over next to Nikki's crushed Ferrari. He laughed as he leaned against the wreck of what was once a perfect car. "What do you want?", Tommy barked, realizing that Slayer wasn't exactly there to help them out. Tom Araya stood there in a couple of torn denim pants, a denim vest and a leached black Slayer shirt. He only looked back at the three others, who were leaning against the rusty blue pickup, laughing at the two glam rockers who sat there in the Ferrari. "If you're here to make fun of us, you might as well just leave", Tommy added. The guys in Slayer looked at each other, chuckling from Tommy's remark. "Wow, big words coming from a cutie like you", their guitarist, Kerry King laughed. Nikki tried wiping the tears away from his face, so that the guys in Slayer wouldn't see him crying, but he only smeared his makeup all over, making Slayer laugh even more. "Aww, were you making out?", their second guitarist, Jeff Hanneman laughed, "We could give you some privacy". The three others kept laughing. Why were Slayer here anyway? Didn't they have anything better to do? But Tommy have had it this time, and leaped out of Nikki's crushed car, threatening the lot of them with a punch in the face. "Woah, we're so scared!", Tom said sarcastically. Then Tommy grabbed Tom's pathetic little Slayer shirt, dragged him closer and smashed his fist hard against Tom's face. "Ouch! That son of a bitch broke my fucking nose!", Tom roared, "Fucking destroy that poser!" Jeff went back to the pickup and grabbed his guitar, ready to smash Tommy's brains in. Luckily, as Jeff came running towards him, Tommy ducked just in time, and instead of hitting him, the black ESP-guitar flew out of Jeff's hands, and hit Nikki's head instead. "Oh, shit!", their drummer, Dave Lombardo exclaimed, finding the whole situation funny, "You knocked him out!" Tommy immediately reacted, running over to Nikki, which as it turned out, actually had passed out, and was lying over the steering-wheel. "Hey, Nikki Five, was it?", Tom said, holding his hand in front of his bleeding nose, "I heard what happened with Axl Rose, I bet you guys are dating now, huh?" The other guys in Slayer laughed, but Tommy didn't find it funny at all. No one other than Tommy cared about poor Nikki, who thanks to Jeff Hanneman was unconscious. How did they know about Axl anyway? "Just get the fuck outta here!", Tommy yelled, trying to think of ways to help Nikki out, and even more important, get to the show. Before Slayer could even reply with a sarcastic comment, they were hearing sirens coming in their direction. Shit, the police were here.

Unfortunately, Slayer's driver had seen the entire incident, and had called the cops when guitars started flying. The two police officers pulled over behind the rusty pickup, and calmly walked out. One of them were carrying a notebook with a pen, and the other one had handcuffs fastened to his belt. "What's going on here?", the one with the handcuffs asked. Tommy looked over at Nikki, then at Slayer, and then turned back to the policemen. "Uh... Nothing, officers", he stuttered, sounding more innocent than necessary. "No, absolutely nothing", Tom added, still holding his hand in front of his nose. "Then how come your nose is bleeding?", the one with the notebook asked, noticing blood dripping from Tom's chin. Tom quickly remover his hand from his nose, that may have been broken after all. When the police officers asked what had happened to him, his response was that he had fell down the stairs earlier, which was a pretty bad lie as there were no stairs in sight. The two officers nodded, but didn't buy his story. "Right...", the one with the handcuffs said. "What about him?", the one with the notebook added, pointing at Nikki. Tommy quickly ran through some answers in his head that could come forward as believable. "He is... uh, asleep!", he finally said, "We've been here for a while, and we had a long drive, so..." The policemen looked at the crashed car, one of them writing everything down. It was hard to tell whether they bought Tommy's story or not. "Listen", one of them said, "No one's in trouble. We just received a call about a crashed car and some flying guitars, but since we haven't located any flying guitars in this area, we'll just call for some help for your car, and we'll let you go". They were all so relieved, but Tommy still had no idea of what to do with Nikki, who was still unconscious on the steering-wheel, or how to get to the show on time.