Note: Hi guys! Apparently, you've decided to read my third chapter pinches your cheek you lovely little reader you! Well, I just wanna say, I hope you enjoy it, and I promise this is the last of the gruesomeness, (until the next time..)
Acknowledgements: Hey Piper! Love your story! (Y'all go read it! "Who Do You Love") Thanks soooo much for the email! :D!
Carrie: muah mas amo! And thanks so much for reading all my gory/gay/weirdy stories! And, also for not hating me for writing them!
Dezi: Bwahahaha, You'll never bee Joey's sexual counter part! Nah, Just kiddin ya girl. You'll make it in a story of mine!
Disclaimer: I do not know/own/am nsync or the backstreet boys! This is just one (of many) seriously fucked up stories from my weirded out little mind! I don't know if they're gay, straight, bi-sexual, ect, ect, this is a very, very fictonal story. K?
Warnin: If you aren't allowed to have sex, drink, smoke, drive a car, in your country, then like, don't read this story. K? Its most likely illegal. If you're like, agianst gays, and like, yeah, then high tail it with the others who don't like gays, and/or too young!
Other then that, Read onward! --Love, Peace, Blue Monkeys, --Rosey (
Nick still seems distant, tears now brimming in his sad blue eyes. I am doing my best to pull away from him, my eyes taking in the horrible scar, and remembering the story behind it.
We had been having a get together, `N Sync and another, almost as popular group, who we were close to, 98 Degrees. We were mostly just sitting around, drinkin beer and watching Adam Sandler movies. On the table in front of the TV, Drew Lachey and Justin Timberlake were arm wrestling.
Suddenly, the door seemed to blow open. I looked up from a bottle of beer I was currently nursing, (and had been for the past two hours..) to see him standing in the door way.
Great' was my first thought, eyes taking in the veiw of the half naked man, He's drunk'
"Oh my god, he's got blood on him" Nick Lachey, had whispered, wide eyes staring directly at the one drop of blood on Nick's face. That broke the moment.
Nick uttered a high pitched scream, and charged directly for Chris. JC was trying to step his way, and got the business end of the shattered bottle in his stomach.
JC uttered a warbling groan, and sunk to the carpet. Nick sunk with him, saw he was breathing, then got up again. He jumped on Chris, who had been standing they're with a glass of coke in his had, slack jawed.
I had never seen anyone so desperate to hurt someone, as I did that night. Nick began to pummel Chris' face with his fists, sickening cracks coming from them both. None of us could move, we were all froze to our spots, either watching JC, who had suddenly seemed to grow a beet bottle in his middle, or Nick, who was furiously beating Chris. Chris brought the side of his glass up to Nick's head, where it broke. Seeming to not notice this, Nick continued beating him. Chris dragged the side of the glass down Nick's face, splitting it open.
Nick had grabbed Chris' head, and was now slamming it up and down on the carpeted floor. A dull thud coming from the floor each time his head went down. I suddenly realized nick was saying something repeatedly.
"Your turn your turn your turn your turn" He chanted lifelessly as blood gushed from his face, splattering Chris' and the carpeting. Chris jerked spasmodically as Nick's hands clamped around his throat and began strangling him.
A few minutes later, a gore streaked Nick Carter rose up, looking a bit like something from a horror movie. I saw Jeff Timmons' Adam's apple bob up and down like a monkey on a stick as he spoke up, "You're surrounded by very tough people right now. We could take you down in five seconds" He was lying, we all knew it, I'm sure Nick did too, but Jeff was a damn good liar. His strong, confident voice soothed us all. We had just seen a man killed, another was dying, and this monster was responsible.
All the rage and hate had gone out of Nick's good eye, the other one surrounded by a mass of quivering flesh. He looked tired and calm. Placing his hands palm out, he whispered in a soft voice. "`M sorry.. He. I.." He sank to his knees beside JC, who was laboursly gasping out his last breaths. Nick gave out a wail as he lifted JC's hand. "ImsorryImsosorryididntmeanttohurtyouitwasforchrisohmygodjcpleasedontdi edontdiedontdiedontdie" Nick started crying, although the tears must have stung his cut badly, as he lifted JC's hand to his face, trying to seek comfort from him.
I slowly watched a blood bubble form at JC's lips, and burst, coating his lips with dark red blood in a sort of grotesque lipstick. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing insanely as I began to imagine how some women would die for lipstick that color.
Well Ladies' I thought madly, My `ole buddy Josh found the secret, get a raving madman to punch a hole in yer gut' I fought to keep back the giggles that would flow over like the head on a rootbeer.
I suddenly jerk up, feeling a hand on my shoulder.
"Joey.." His voice says, and his blue eyes meet my brown ones and I am suddenly more scared then I had ever been in my life.
"Please" I stammer, pushing myself away, "Don't kill me, Nick I swear, I'm sorry I'll never tell anyone about this, just don't kill me"
"Wh-What?" Nick seems startled by the question, a hurt, questioning smile spreads across his face, "Why would I hurt you?"
"You fucking butcher, you murdered two of my best friends! JC never hurt you, you killed him" I hiss, testing the strength in my legs.
Nick's face suddenly goes slack, and its HIS turn to stare at me in horror.
"No.. I didn't. they.." He whispers, eyes wide and unblinking. "I didn't mean to, I didn't wanna hurt JC"
"Well Nick, ya did!" I say cruelly, watching him closely, spoon in hand. `If he tries anything, I'll spoon him to death' I think, and bite back hysterical laughter.
"I didn't mean to hurt him" he whispers again. His hand suddenly comes up and touched his scar, and he let out a wail, tears starting to course down his cheeks. Covering his face with his hands, he gets up, runs to the door, fumbles with the knob, flings it open, and runs out, sobbing hard.
--Wow, eh? Very violent I am. Sorry if y'all got ill or something, well, I hope ya wait until I get ch. 4 up! --Love, Peace, Yes, I stole lance's boxer breifs (DAMN they fit good!) --Rosey K (