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Category Linkin Park

Revenge Is Sweet by ch@zB

Chapter 1

Hi everyone. so I'm back if you haven't noticed LOL! Anywho, I decided to repost this story because it sounded stupid, so I hope it sounds better now..I have big plans for this fic (Mwhahahahaha) Enjoy^^

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It was late in the afternoon and the guys from Linkin Park were on the bus after a long hot day. They were currently on a three-month tour with Limp Bizkit and Chris Cornell. They were all good friends and were really excited to be touring together.


Joe, Dave and Rob were, as usual, fighting over the video game controls and Brad was sitting on the couch, putting on his purple nail polish. Mike was eating a burrito, for the umpteenth time that day and Chester was sitting on the floor, amusing himself with gummy bears, taking no notice of what was going on around him.


“Die you evil villain! DIE!!! AHH! NO!!! You shall never take me alive!” he screamed, biting the gummy bears’ heads off.


Everyone stopped with what they were doing and looked at him confusingly. Yes, Chester was a little childish and crazy sometimes, but the guys loved him for it. He always said that he refuses to kill his inner-child –hence the childishness.


Brad started laughing, “Dude, are you like five years old or something? Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a big giant gummy bear for your birthday.” He bend over and started pinching Chester’s cheeks as if he was a little baby.


Chester looked up at him in disgust and smacked his hand away. He caught sight of Brad’s nail polish, laughing, not missing a beat. “Oh hey, Braddles! I see you’re getting in touch with your feminine side. I’ll buy you a nice little purple dress for your birthday to match your nails. Oh and don’t forget to give me your dress size!” he said, winking at him.


Everyone burst out laughing. Joe was laughing so hard that he fell off the couch, “Burn!” He peeked over the couch to look up at Brad, “You didn't see that one coming did you?”


Brad glared at Chester for a minute, “You may have won this battle, but you haven’t won the war yet.”


Chester smirked and replied in a funny British accent, “Keep telling yourself that darling, ‘cause you've been saying that for years and it never helped you before.” Brad just rolled his eyes.


Chester started shifting uncomfortably and clutched at his stomach. Brad noticed this. “Chaz, you alright? You look a little pale.”


Chester closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch, “Y-yeah, I’m ok. My stomach just hurts. I think I ate too much or something.” He suddenly sat up straight and put his hand over his mouth.


“Hey, you okay?” Mike asked worriedly. He looked at Brad who had a concerned expression on his face.


Chester jumped up and quickly ran to the bathroom. Both Mike and Brad quickly got up and went to see what’s wrong with their friend. Rob, Joe and Dave passed each other confusing glances. What just happened?


Mike walked over to where Chester sat by the toilet, emptying his stomach contents and sat next to him rubbing the singer’s back.


“Ches, what’s wrong?” he asked, concern clearly visible on his face.


Chester just shook his head. He was shaking really badly and already started breaking out in a cold sweat. He lunched forward over the white porcelain bowl and threw up again. When he came back up, Mike put his hand against Chester’s forehead and pulled it back immediately.


“He’s burning up!” he exclaimed and looked up at Brad helplessly.


Brad handed Mike a glass of water so that Chester could rinse his mouth. When he was finished, Chester leaned heavily against Mike’s chest and clutched at his shirt as if his life depended on it.


“My s-s-stomach h-hurts.” he whimpered.


Mike handed Brad the empty glass and put his one arm around Chester’s shoulders and the other one under his legs and carried him to his bunk. After flushing the toilet, Brad went back to the front of the bus where the other guys were sitting.


They all looked at him confused. “Is he alright? What happened?” Rob asked.


“I don’t know, he just started like throwing up. He’s burning up too.” Brad sighed, “I think he’s getting sick again.”


They sat in silence for a few minutes, all of them clearly worried about their friend. After a few minutes Mike walked in and went to sit down on the couch next to Brad.


“How is he?” Joe asked.


Mike leaned back and sighed, “He doesn't look too good. I gave him something for the fever and a couple of sleeping pills. He’s sleeping now, but I think he’ll be alright. I don’t get it though…he was fine at first and the next minute he’s puking his guts out. Did you guys notice anything during the day?”


“He looked fine to me. He did have a headache earlier though.” Dave said.


If something was wrong, Chester was hiding it very well. He wasn't someone who wanted to concern everyone with his problems, especially with something as simple as a stomach-ache. But no one gets a stomach-ache and a fever that fast. What the hell was wrong with Chester?


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Later that night Joe woke up with a start. He just had a dream about donuts and he realized that he was hungry again. He had always been a big eater. He could never get through a night’s sleep without a midnight snack and always stole a few snacks out of the fridge. Of course no one else knew about this, he always kept it a secret.


He slowly climbed out of his bunk. Making sure no one could hear him, he quietly made his way to the kitchen. Just as he opened the fridge he heard a noise.


“Brad, is that you?”


The noise suddenly stopped, but then he heard someone whispering. “There’s another one? I thought we got all of them.” the voice said.


Joe was starting to get suspicious. This was a strange voice that he never heard before and now he was starting to freak out. Suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and then everything went black.


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Well, what do you think? Honest opinion, please. I just hope it didn't suck too bad..hehe.

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