LipsOfAnAngel
April 8th, 2008, 08:36 PM
hey guys. this is a one-shot i just wrote. the idea came to me when i was playing around in my room and i quietly screamed 'nien'. i was fooling around but then the idea came and a started typing. hope you all like it! oh THERE WILL NOT BE A SEQUEL. SO DO NOT ASK FOR ONE.
Won't Bring Him Back
“Nein!!!!!!!!”
His voice rang out throughout the underground parkinglot. Tears streaked his face as he dropped to his knees.
Bill Kaulitz looked in terror at the sight before him. His brother, his twin brother, his other half, Tom, was dead. Blood pooled around Tom’s pale body. Three bloody holes in Tom’s shirt and, Bill had to guess, his body. He heard fast footsteps and whipped his head around to see who it was. Georg and Gustav came into veiw from around the corner. They stopped in their tracks at the sight.
“Oh no....”
Bill slowly crawled towards Tom’s body, and when he sat beside him, in Tom’s own blood, Bill picked up the limp form and held him close. More tears then anyone could imagine fell from Bill’s eyes, staining Tom’s shirt and falling into his dreads. Gustav and Georg came closer, Georg watching Bill and Gustav examining the crime scene.
“There’s a bullet hole in his car.” he said.
Georg looked where Gustav was pointing. And sure enough, there was a small, round hole, silver where the black paint had been taken away, in the driver side door.
Bill took this information in but didn’t move to look for himself. He just clung onto Tom’s body, like just that would bring him back.
Some hours later, Bill sat in a small office, wearing clean clothes, the smell of a hospital lingering. Across a desk sat a large man, gray mustache on his top lip.
“Bill, the autopsy showed that your brother had been shot three times in the chest. He died right away. We’re still figuring out who killed him...”
Bill stopped listening at the point. His brother was dead, he didn’t care if they ever found the killer. That wouldn’t bring him back, nothing could.
Days had passed, the news got ahold of the story. Bill was in a numb state, he went about his days without a thought. All he could think about what he had found near Tom’s car.
“Tom, can you go get the car started? I’ll be right there.”
Tom nodded and walked to the elevator. Bill packed the last bag and handed it to the bellboy. Then he made his way to the elevator. They were going home after a long tour in Europe. The last show had been in Berlin so they were aloud to drive home themselves. Well, Tom would be driving. Bill smiled to himself.
Tom walked down the big underground parkinglot. He knew his car was somewhere around here. He couldn’t remember where he had parked it. Tom thought he heard footsteps and just assumed it was Bill catching up with him. Tom pressed a button and a cadillac’s lights flashed. There was his baby. The footsteps quickened. Tom was almost to the car. He turned.
“Bill, I won’t leave withou-”
But it wasn’t Bill. It was a tall man with dirty blonde hair. He was dressed all in black and running towards Tom. Tom had stopped walking, then he saw why the man was running, he had a gun. Tom turned and ran as fast as he could towards his car. He reached the driver side door but heard a gunshot. He ducked just in time for the bullet to miss him and embed itself in the cardoor. Tom crawled then stood up to run towards the stairs that led downstairs. He turned to see where the man was just as he straighened up to run and heard a second shot sound. It took him by surprise and hit him in the chest. Tom feel to the ground, blood pouring out of him. He gasped for air, blood pouring into his lung. The man stood over Tom, the gun pointed at his heart.
“Why? Tom gasped out.
“You slept with my girlfriend and she broke up with me because of you. She thought you two were together then you never called her back. She broke my heart. You broke her heart. Now i’m gonna break your heart.”
Two more shots were fired.
Bill sat up in bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat. He heard footsteps coming down the hall. Bill didn’t realize he had screamed.
“Bill! Bill, what’s wrong?”
His mother stood in his doorway. She came in and sat next to him on the bed and pulled him into a hug.
“It’s ok, honey. It’s ok.”
She pushed Bill’s hair back off of his face.
“Now tell me, what happened?”
“I saw how Tom died.”
His mother looked at him.
“Bill honey it was just a dream.”
“No, I saw before it too. When I asked him to go start the car. Him trying to find it in the parkinglot. Then, then-”
“Shh. It was only a dream Bill, it’s all over.”
But Bill had seen the real thing. The police found the man who killed Tom and he looked exactly like the man in Bill’s dream. But it still wouldn’t bring him back.
THE END
Won't Bring Him Back
“Nein!!!!!!!!”
His voice rang out throughout the underground parkinglot. Tears streaked his face as he dropped to his knees.
Bill Kaulitz looked in terror at the sight before him. His brother, his twin brother, his other half, Tom, was dead. Blood pooled around Tom’s pale body. Three bloody holes in Tom’s shirt and, Bill had to guess, his body. He heard fast footsteps and whipped his head around to see who it was. Georg and Gustav came into veiw from around the corner. They stopped in their tracks at the sight.
“Oh no....”
Bill slowly crawled towards Tom’s body, and when he sat beside him, in Tom’s own blood, Bill picked up the limp form and held him close. More tears then anyone could imagine fell from Bill’s eyes, staining Tom’s shirt and falling into his dreads. Gustav and Georg came closer, Georg watching Bill and Gustav examining the crime scene.
“There’s a bullet hole in his car.” he said.
Georg looked where Gustav was pointing. And sure enough, there was a small, round hole, silver where the black paint had been taken away, in the driver side door.
Bill took this information in but didn’t move to look for himself. He just clung onto Tom’s body, like just that would bring him back.
Some hours later, Bill sat in a small office, wearing clean clothes, the smell of a hospital lingering. Across a desk sat a large man, gray mustache on his top lip.
“Bill, the autopsy showed that your brother had been shot three times in the chest. He died right away. We’re still figuring out who killed him...”
Bill stopped listening at the point. His brother was dead, he didn’t care if they ever found the killer. That wouldn’t bring him back, nothing could.
Days had passed, the news got ahold of the story. Bill was in a numb state, he went about his days without a thought. All he could think about what he had found near Tom’s car.
“Tom, can you go get the car started? I’ll be right there.”
Tom nodded and walked to the elevator. Bill packed the last bag and handed it to the bellboy. Then he made his way to the elevator. They were going home after a long tour in Europe. The last show had been in Berlin so they were aloud to drive home themselves. Well, Tom would be driving. Bill smiled to himself.
Tom walked down the big underground parkinglot. He knew his car was somewhere around here. He couldn’t remember where he had parked it. Tom thought he heard footsteps and just assumed it was Bill catching up with him. Tom pressed a button and a cadillac’s lights flashed. There was his baby. The footsteps quickened. Tom was almost to the car. He turned.
“Bill, I won’t leave withou-”
But it wasn’t Bill. It was a tall man with dirty blonde hair. He was dressed all in black and running towards Tom. Tom had stopped walking, then he saw why the man was running, he had a gun. Tom turned and ran as fast as he could towards his car. He reached the driver side door but heard a gunshot. He ducked just in time for the bullet to miss him and embed itself in the cardoor. Tom crawled then stood up to run towards the stairs that led downstairs. He turned to see where the man was just as he straighened up to run and heard a second shot sound. It took him by surprise and hit him in the chest. Tom feel to the ground, blood pouring out of him. He gasped for air, blood pouring into his lung. The man stood over Tom, the gun pointed at his heart.
“Why? Tom gasped out.
“You slept with my girlfriend and she broke up with me because of you. She thought you two were together then you never called her back. She broke my heart. You broke her heart. Now i’m gonna break your heart.”
Two more shots were fired.
Bill sat up in bed, gasping for air and covered in sweat. He heard footsteps coming down the hall. Bill didn’t realize he had screamed.
“Bill! Bill, what’s wrong?”
His mother stood in his doorway. She came in and sat next to him on the bed and pulled him into a hug.
“It’s ok, honey. It’s ok.”
She pushed Bill’s hair back off of his face.
“Now tell me, what happened?”
“I saw how Tom died.”
His mother looked at him.
“Bill honey it was just a dream.”
“No, I saw before it too. When I asked him to go start the car. Him trying to find it in the parkinglot. Then, then-”
“Shh. It was only a dream Bill, it’s all over.”
But Bill had seen the real thing. The police found the man who killed Tom and he looked exactly like the man in Bill’s dream. But it still wouldn’t bring him back.
THE END