It had escalated so quickly. The concert had gone off without a hitch, and now, Russel sat,staring blankly at the investigator in front of him.

"Mr. Hobbs, can you tell me one more time what happened tonight?" The burly man asked.

Russel took a deep breath and ran a hand over his bald head, "Sir, I really have somewhere I need to be."

"We will be brief then, just once more." The investigator sat back in his chair and waited for the man's story. Taking another deep breath, Russel began to recount tonight's events.


It was a simple concert. Well, no concert is very simple, but this one went off with a hitch for some reason. They made it through all the songs without a problem and were aiming to end the concert.

The applause roared through the concert hall as 2D stepped forward to turn off the effect button. At least, that's what he planned to do. Russel stood slowly to exit the stage, when a scream erupted from the crowd. Typical at concerts, but this was made Russel turn around instantly. It was Noodle's scream.

As if someone had set the world in slow motion, Russel watched as 2D doubled over, blood pouring out of his side. It took a minute for the sound of gun fire to register in Russel's brain. He remained perfectly still as Murdoc ran for Noodle, getting shot in the shoulder in the process. In all the commotion, Russel blinked, Noodle hit the ground by the time he opened his eyes.

With bullets still flying through the air, Russel stepped out from behind his drums. He was not about to lose another group of friends to some whack with a gun. It was easy to spot the dullard, standing tall among the frightened audience. He continued to fire at Russel as the drummer hopped off stage. it was the craziest thing, all the bullets missed their target.

When the gunman ran out of ammo, Russel was already right in front if him. Taking the gun and bending it, Russel threw it aside and grabbed the gunman by the collar of his shirt.

He was a teenager, probably just doing this to look cool. The looks in his eyes displayed fear as he thrashed around in the drummer's grip.

"Why this life?" The boy stopped thrashing and stared and the drummer, "Huh?"

"Why this life?"

The boy just stared, "It's cool...I guess..."

"No it ain't...You may have killed some innocent people tonight...now you're gonna turn yourself in or so help me God, I will hunt your punk ass down and do it for you." Russel released the teen just in time to watch the ambulances pull away.


"Thank you, Mr. Hobbs, that'll be all." The investigator took out a rag and wiped his forehead. Russel nodded and promptly left the room. He went straight to the parking lot got in to geep, and pulled out quickly.

At every stoplight he cried. Oh lord, did he cry.

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