"Jude Harrison, how nice to see you! My, my, how you've grown!" said Ellen DuTois. Jude kept her face blank, although her voice gave away her anger.
"Ellen, how nice to see you. I need to see Tommy." She pushed passed Ellen and into the house.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Jude. Thomas is sick, he can't have visitors right now," she said, a frown on her face that looked so false Jude could've slapped it off.
"Well, I'll be seeing him anyways. Is he in his room?" Jude asked, turning away from Ellen.
"Yes," Ellen said. "I'm just going to get some water from the kitchen, and then I'll be right up." Ellen walked straight and Jude ran right and up the stairs. When she reached Tommy's room, she threw open the door, not hearing the footsteps behind her.
"Tommy!" Jude gasped when she took in his appearance. "What happened?" He was bruised and had his hands and feet bound. Wait, bound? "Tommy, did your mom-?"
"Jude, watch out!" he yelled. But it was no use. Ellen jumped onto Jude's back and pressed her face into the floor. Jude struggled until she felt a knife slice a thin cut into the back of her neck. She stopped struggling and tried not to cry as she sat there hopelessly while Ellen bound her feet and hands. When she was finished she jumped off Jude's back and dusted off her hands, as if she'd just been shepherding a particularly fiesty dog.
"I'll be right back," Ellen said. She smiled a crazy smile. She wiggled her finger, mockingly. "Don't move."
"Jude!" Tommy said as soon as his mom left. "Jude, why did you come? Now you're in trouble too!" He tried to stand up, but failed, and instead had to do some demented sort of hobble until he had his arms threaded around her neck. It was a pathetic sort of embrace and only made Jude feel more hopeless. "I'm so sorry Jude," he said.
"'s not your fault," she sniffled. "Do you think you could get your arm off my neck? Your mom cut me there." He winced and complied.
"I'm sorry Jude," he repeated, looking even sadder than before. Before Jude could respond, his mom came in, a bag of white powder in one hand, a bucket in the other.
"Well Jude, looks like Tommy might live a little longer than we thought," she said pleasantly, as if she were talking about the weather. She walked over to him and lifted his chin, forcing it to stay up when he tried to pull away. "You always did admire Kurt Cobain," she whispered, examining his features. "Now you've got a Courtney Love to complete the reenactment." Jude paled. She couldn't possibly mean-
Ellen poured the contents of the bag into a syringe, and Jude felt sick to her stomach. She was going to reenact the January 12, 1992 overdose of Kurt Cobain, and Jude was going to have to revive him- that much was obvious by Ellen's Courtney Love reference.
Jude watched as Tommy pulled away when Ellen tried to tie some surgical tubing around his arm. "Now, now, Thomas-" Jude winced, remembering why Tommy had been hurt when she used that the first day in the studio "-take your medicine." She finally succeeded in tying the tube around his bicep, and Jude screamed when she injected the heroin into his arm. When she was done, Ellen walked over to Jude and slapped her across the face. Jude started crying again, only to be punched in the stomach by Ellen, knocking the wind out of her.
Soon, Tommy turned the same sickly aqua-green hue that Kurt had, and Ellen came over and undid the bindings on Jude's hands, but not her feet. She laughed as Jude hobbled pathetically over to Tommy and started desperately trying to resuscitate him. She beat his chest with all her might, attempting to get his stiffened heart to beat underneath his stiffened muscles. She started crying again when she finally heard him gasp, and she kept performing CPR until he started to regain some color. When he was fully normal, sitting up and higher than a kite, she hugged him. In his drug-induced state he just sat there and didn't hug her back, making Jude cry harder. Ellen laughed before leaving, throwing an "I'll be back with more tools in when he's normal," over her shoulder.
Jude kept hugging Tommy as he gradually came off his high. Slowly, lethargically, he hugged back. When he was present enough to start crying, Jude crawled over to the knife Ellen had left in the room. The stupid psychopath had left her a weapon, and Jude thanked all the entities of the world for this lapse of judgment. She cut off the bindings on her feet and stood up. "I'll stand behind the door. When she closes the door, distract her if you can, just long enough for me to get her." Tommy eyed the knife before nodding. Jude walked behind the door.
Five minutes later, the door opened and shut and Tommy start bawling and talking without making any sense, which was irritating his mom. Jude quickly lunged forward, grabbing Ellen's shoulders and pulling her back. "Bitch," was the only word she whispered before she stabbed her jugular, effectively ending the life of Ellen DuTois forever. Without a word she cut Tommy's bindings, fast, and threw the knife over to the side of the room. She and Tommy embraced fiercely, tears spilling out of their eyes.
Jude don't know how it happened, but one minute she and Tommy were hugging, and the next their passion had evolved into kissing. It wasn't tame but risqué, and soon Tommy and her were on the floor…
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Jude dressed in silence while Tommy did the same, turned away. When she finished she faced the wall. She turned around when Tommy stopped moving.
"No one knows," she said.
"Agreed." They walked downstairs to the kitchen, Jude sitting down while Tommy called the police.
When he hung up, Jude said "You think they'll just think the extra blood is from when I got cut?"
"Yeah," he said. That was the last time Jude and Tommy spoke to each other until the police arrived.
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"Jude!" Sadie screamed, running through the crowd of reporters and citizens, Stuart following behind. She ran up to the police tape, where and officer told her to stop. "That's my sister!" Sadie shouted, face turning dangerously red.
"Sadie, Dad!" Jude yelled. "Let them through!" Sadie and Stuart ducked under the tape and then ran up and embraced Jude. Her father moved on to Tommy, standing with him, while Sadie just hugged Jude and cried.
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The next day, everyone at the studio looked shocked when they came in. Georgia quickly intercepted them.
"Jude, Tom, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think we're doing here?" Jude retorted angrily. "I've got an album to record. We'll take Studio C if we have to."
"Studio A's open, but don't you want to take a few days off?"
"No," Jude snapped. "Tommy, see if you can find Kwest. If not we'll work without him." Tommy nodded and walked towards Hospitality before Jude took her Telly from him. With her acoustic on her back, Jude walked into the sound booth and sat on the floor, taking out her journal and scribbling furiously.
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Well, I've been waiting for this chapter since I started this fic. So, anyways, where I learned about the Kurt Cobain overdose was in this amazing biography I'm reading on him, called Heavier Than Heaven, by Charles Cross. It's really well written; I highly recommend it.