Dead
By Gennia and Alice

Chapter 11

For a moment, Nick didn’t move, his eyes never left Brian’s. He drew in a slow breath, obviously to keep himself calm. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was set off a very angry and drugged Brian. With one last glare, the younger man bent down for the needle.

Just as Nick’s fingers touched the cool glass, he saw a black blur before he was thrown back. The syringe remained in its place, still waiting to be retrieved. Nick lay on his side, gasping for air. “What the hell?!” The younger man raised his gaze to that of his bandmate. Blue eyes widened with shock. Brian walked over, a malicious smirk on his face. “You kicked me…” Nick’s voice was filled with disbelief. He quickly began pulling himself off the ground.

“Nicky, you always had bad timing.” The leather shoe came in contact with Nick’s stomach again. The blond cried out as he crumpled to the floor. “You never listened when you should have.” The shoe came at Nick, but he managed to roll away, frustrating Brian.

“Stop, please,” Nick whispered, trying to get up. As a reply, he received another swift kick in the side. A whimper escaped his lips, before another blow was felt—and another, and another. Instead of attempting to move away as before, Nick gathered all his might and propelled his body toward Brian, hoping to knock him to the floor. Brian, surprised, nearly fell over. With what was left of him, Nick swiftly kicked the half standing Brian in the leg. However, this being done in too much haste, didn’t do much damage and only succeeded in further angering Brian. The younger man turned and started crawling toward the door. There was no way this could be Brian. Suddenly, Nick’s path was blocked by a pair of legs. ‘Shit…’ The impact of the shoe and his jaw snapped his head, then body, backwards. The blond let out a yelp. Warm, salty blood filled his mouth, and he spat it out on the carpet. Nick held his burning chin in one hand and looked up at his grinning friend.

“Brian, please stop. You need help.” His voice was blurred, from his now bleeding tongue and numb jaw. But somewhere in there, was a stench of disgust directed to its receiver.

Looking down, Brian‘s eyes wavered for just a milisecond, but calmed in the blink of an eye. “Damn. I guess I didn’t break your jaw.” The smirk on Brian’s face grew as Nick’s eyes widened in incredulity. The younger man shook his head, not wanting to believe this was his best friend, a person who he considered a brother, someone he had known for eight years. Seeing that the fight was lost and his life was now in the hands of a stranger, Nick knew there was only one thing left to do--run. The sole of his tennis shoe crashed into Brian’s jean-clad kneecap. The attacker let out a howl of pain as his right leg gave out beneath him. Nick took the moment to get on his feet. A wave of dizziness hit the blond as he stood up, but Brian’s cursing propelled him to stumble toward the door before it was too late.

Just as Nick reached out for the door knob, Brian grabbed onto a handful of his blond locks and pulled him back. Brian held on as Nick tried to straighten himself. He kicked the younger man’s feet, causing them to go out beneath him. Nick landed on his back with a loud thud. The back of his head exploded with blazing pain as it collided and snapped up from the thinly-carpeted floor. Millions of strands of silver agony shot up and exploded before his eyes into a sheet of grayness. The pain soon transformed into clutching numbness as it took control of his body. Blows delivered by his best friend’s merciless foot rammed into him; they seemed to be attacking every inch possible: shoulders, stomache, back, chest, hips, head.… Nick subconsciously tried to pull his knees up and to protect his stomache, but it only caused Brian to strike him fiercely at the back of his head. Brian didn’t flinch as he heard the sickening crack of the skull. He just kept on kicking, and kicking.

Nick cried out for the last time as his body relaxed against the sky-blue carpet. Tears mixed with blood, rosey rivers ran down his cheeks. His eyes stared blankly heaven-word…but they saw nothing more.

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“Oh, wow, Mr. Littrell that’s…I don’t know what to say! You…I’m sorry…” The lawyer’s last words of apology were soft and shaky. He drew in a deep breath and waited for the man cross the table to respond.

“Sorry won’t do him much good now. Nick’s dead.” That smirk never left Brian.

~The End~