Jokes // m.c

Massacre part 2

Hey. Not to get all personal or anything, but I have been having these weird feelings of pain around my abdomen and my stomach for several days. When I was updating on this story last night, I nearly threw up. My stomach was hurting so much, that I tried to do (not to be disgusting) the bathroom, but I couldn't. I told my mom, but she didn't care so I had to go tell my aunt and uncle. Long story short, I was so close to go to the hospital. I hope it doesn't happen to me tonight while I am updating. Anyways, enough of that and please enjoy Michael being a cute motherfucker. I just want to grab those cheeks and kiss him. Ughh, I am torturing myself. lol. Hope you like the story so far. I want to dedicate this to a special person ^^^. She seems nice and amazing and this is for you girl.!! lol. Byee xx

Michael's POV:

I start the engine of the bus driving far into the parking lot. Once I make it to the right angle, I drive on reverse. "Lets hope you don't blow up." I say. The next thing I know, I crash through the wall of the bank. "Good." I say. I get out from the back, noticing that one of the clown's are running up to me. "Sir, I saw someone drag Rebecca down a dark hall a few minutes ago." he says panting. "Who was it.?" I say worried. "I don't know, but then I heard a bunch of gun shots." he says. I look away for a second, and begin to  walk away from him. I notice Rebecca walking with a gun in hand. I run to her worried and curious to what happened. I notice on the back of her, three other clowns. "Rebecca can I pull you to the side for a second." I say. She nods, as I grab her wrist. "You can explain everything to me later, I want you by my side the rest of the time we are here. Understood.?" I say. She looks back at the three clowns, then down at her feet. "Yes, sir." she says her voice, cracking. I intertwine my finger with hers, not letting go. She flinches, but doesn't let go. "You three, go get the money and come bring it to the bus." I order. "Yes sir." they all say, walking away. "Watch the hostages for me, while I get something really quickly. Okay.?" I ask softly. "Okay." she says. I let go of her hand, walking to the bus. 

Rebecca's POV:

What the hell just happened.? Did he just hold my hand, and talk to me all nice.? I must be loosing my mind. I wanted to be with the guys, but I had no choice. Calum makes me feel safe. "Here." The Joker says, waking me from my thoughts. I look down at his hand, noticing this little control with a key. "Turn the key when we are about to leave, but make sure Calum, Luke, and Ashton are with us for sure." he says. "What about the others.?" I ask. "Who gives a living shit about them." he says walking away. I sigh, and sit on the counter. I look to my left, and see a kid with his mom. The little boy is crying, looking at me. I look away, feeling sorry. "Hey Becca, where is The Joker.?" I hear Calum say. I look up and see the guys with bags filled with money. "I don't know where he left. Just put the money in the bus and just sit there for a bit." I say jumping off. They jump in the bus, as I see five clowns running to the bus. "Are we leaving.?" one asks slowing down. "Yeah." I say. They nod and jump in. Why were they running.? "Get in now.!!" another clown says. Next thing I know, a big explosion bursts. I run in feeling the flames get near my skin. "Why did you guys do that.?" Ashton asks. "To kill The Joker of course." the same clown says. "Is he.?" I ask. "I am still here you know." I hear a voice say in the front of the bus. I turn around and see The Joker. All five guys take out their guns. I grab me shotgun and point it at one of them. Next thing I know, I shoot at one if them. My eyes go wide, shocked at what I just did. The Joker shoots at the rest of them, licking his lips. "Thank you." he sighs sitting down. "Calum, get these dead bodies out of the bus." he says. "Yes sir." he says as Ashton helps. Once they finished, I look at the key. I look up, facing Calum. He nods, telling me to turn the key. I sigh and turn it. We drive off, hearing explosions. 

Calum's POV:

Minutes pass, feeling hungry. I turn to face Becca. She has her mask off, looking out the window. A small smile grows on my face as I poke her cheek. "Boop." I say poking it with me finger. She turns to face me giving me her beautiful smile. She pokes my cheek, too. "Boop." she giggles. "I can't wait to eat." she says. "I know right. I can already taste those hash browns." I say, looking at her lips. She runs her fingers through her hair, then looking down at her hands. I think I like Becca...

Luke's POV:

I look at Rebecca and Calum. They both look like they are a couple. Are they.? "Ughh." I say rolling my eyes. "I think someone is jealous." Ashton mumbles. "Shut up." I say. "Hey, I am just saying." he says, raising his hands up in deffense. I sigh, knowing that Ashton is right. I am jealous. I still like Rebecca, even after the break up. I loved her, but like the asshole I am, I cheated on her. I shouldn't have kissed that girl at the club. She loved me the same way. Does she even remember me.? We were together for a year, and we ended just before I got kidnapped by The Joker, which was just a couple of months ago. I look up, seeing that Rebecca is looking at me. I should just take off this stupid mask and show her. I begin to take off me mask, until the bus stops. "We are back, now everybody has their own time today. We did a pretty good job, so we all earned it." The Joker says. Calum and Rebecca get up, Ashton doing the same. I sigh and get up, leaving the mask on.

Michael's POV:

I get out, the rest following. Rebecca walks out with Calum, laughing. "Rebecca, haven't you forgotten that we have to speak in private." I remind her. "Ohh, I am sorry sir." she says. I look and see Calum whisper something in her ear, then leaves. "Now lets go." I say reaching my hand out. She intertwines her hands with mine, her mask on the other hand. We walk to me room, on the other side of the hall, where Rebecca's room is at. I open it with one of my knives, entering. "Ohh, Bryan. Can you bring me fruit and a beer." I yell. "What do you want.?" I ask her. "Just a bottle of water would be nice." she says softly. "And bring me water." I add. "Sit where ever." I say sitting on my desk. She sits on my bed, looking down at her hands. "Now tell me what happened." I say softly.