*Hello all. I used to write under this name on Fanfiction.net but of course they removed the section. It’s been awhile but I’ve finally gotten back into my LP writing groove. So I’m gonna start posting my old stuff up again. Hope people still like it. It’s all a little dated now. It’s been like almost three years! Whatever, I hope you enjoy and leave reviews. This is just my favorite urban legend twisted for my own sick purposes. Laterz!

“Chester, I don’t know if I feel comfortable being out here,” Mike whined. His best friend and band mate growled at him as an answer.

That however didn’t deter him from his current complaining. “Its really dark out there and we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“Ah but do you notice something, Shinoda?”

“Notice what?”

“What do you hear?”

“Nothing except your off key humming,” Mike retorted earning a smack on the back of the head from the vocalist.

“Exactly! You don’t hear anything! I needed a few minutes of peace and quiet to do some work. I thought you of all people could appreciate this.”

“Chester, you took me to a make out spot!” Mike snapped. “You practically dragged me out of bed to take me to a make out spot, so I could watch you work on song lyrics. Does this sound like it is fun to you?”

“What do you want to make out or something?” Chester grinned. His lip ring reflected in the moonlight allowing Mike to get the full effect of his smug facial expressions. Mike narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t think so, honey.”

“I fucking hate you,” Mike grumbled. “It’s too dark to do anything. Can’t we just go home?” Mike threw himself back against the seat and glared at the dashboard as if it were the one causing his problem. Why he let Chester drag him to a known make out spot in the middle of the night so they could sit in a car, alone, he would never know. It was almost as if the other man got some kind of perverse pleasure from hearing the other make comments about their relationship.

Chester sighed patiently and patted his friend on the leg. “Home is way too crowded. Joe is on something tonight, I swear. I couldn’t get anything done and I really, really just needed to get these thoughts on paper. I took you with me for a number of reasons.”

“Justify why we are for all intents and purposes parking at a make out point!”

Chester laughed. “Well one, you are my best friend so I wanted someone who wouldn’t piss me off after like five minutes. Two, you are really good at writing lyrics, so I suppose I figured we could bounce ideas around after awhile. And three, it was way too early to be going to sleep anyway.”

“Chester, as flattered as I am by all the previous attempts at me making not want to kick your ass,” Mike glanced at the digital clock radio. “It’s three in the morning. I think it was more than late enough for me to be sleeping.”

“Please,” Chester tried whining this time. “I really, really, just need like another half an hour.” He gave Mike the patented puppy dog eyed look.

It was a tough battle but finally the pleading eyes broke through and a tiny smile formed on Mike’s lips. “Fine, but can I at least turn the radio on softly? I am about to start going crazy listening to just the silence.” Chester reached over and turned the radio on. Mike smile gratefully and sat back in his seat quietly singing along to The White Stripes.

“Fell in love with a girl,” he mumbled along with the radio. Chester gave him an amused look and then returned his attention to the abandoned notebook. All was peaceful as they fell into a routine that is until the song abruptly cut off. “Hey they cut it off at the best part!”

“The end?”

“Funny,” Mike reached over and turned up the volume.

“We interrupt this song to bring you breaking news,” both men stopped what they were doing to pay attention to the urgent voice coming through the radio. “Convicted murder Victor Feldman has escaped from St. Mary’s Mother of Angels Home for the Criminally Insane tonight. He is considered to be armed and extremely dangerous. Feldman was convicted in January for the murders of five college students. The five young men were found with their throats slashed by a hook. He is commonly referred to as the ‘Blind man’s Bluff Killer’. If you have any information at all about Feldman please contact your local authorities and do not approach him.”

Chester took it all in, shrugged and returned to his notebook. Mike shot Chester a look of wide eyed panic. “Man, what the hell are we still doing here? Can we go now?”

“Why? I’m still working,” Chester looked up from his notebook. He noticed the fear creeping into Mike’s eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re freaked out about this Feldman guy.” Mike didn’t reply. “Well?”

“You told me not to tell you,” Mike retorted.

“Thank you for the flashback to childhood. What’s next you going to tell your mommy on me? Dork.”

“I’m rubber, you’re glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you,” Mike stuck his tongue. “Loser.”

“I know you are but what am I?”

“You're a jerk who is making his best friend sit in a car with an escaped convict on the loose.”

“What are you so worked up about?”

“Uh, lets see, this guy has escaped from the loony bin and he you know murdered a bunch of people right here we sit and you think that sitting here is a good idea because…”

“Calm down. They probably already caught this guy. It’s just a precautionary tale for parents to get their kids in the house. It’s all bullshit, Mikey. Stop freaking out.”

“I’m not freaking out,” Mike said shakily. His head snapped towards the window. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That sound.”

“I didn’t hear anything. You are being paranoid.”

“I am not being paranoid!”

Almost as if on cue, the opening notes to ‘Papercut’ began to play on the radio. Chester had to burst out laughing at the annoyed, surprised and yet still scared look on Mike’s face as they heard their own voices being blasted out of the radio.

“Even the radio thinks you are being paranoid!” Chester managed to choke out in between laughs.

“I fucking hate the whole fucking world!” Mike screamed. “Come on, Chester. I’m serious. I really want to go home now!”

“I want to finish working on this song!”

“You have been on the same line for the past half an hour. If you haven’t gotten it, you are not gonna get it!”

“Thanks for that stunning show of support,” Chester retorted sarcastically. “Look you are letting your very vivid imagination spiral out of control. St. Mary’s is like nowhere near where we are. That guy would have had to do a hell of a lot of walking to get here. So just calm down and stop acting like a scared bitch.”

Mike glared at him before sinking down further into his seat. “Its like I’m paranoid looking over my back,” Chester sang along with himself before Mike snapped the radio off. “Aw, my poor baby.” Chester reached over and pinched one of his friend’s cheeks. The emcee growled and pushed his arm away with a scowl. “Come on, Mikey. Don’t be like that.”

“Fuck off,” Mike replied moodily. He crossed his arms over his chest and sulked like a little boy. Chester couldn’t help but smile. That was when they heard the scratching noise outside the car. “What was that? Don’t tell me you didn’t hear that too!”

“Uh, tree branches?”

“Tree branches generally require trees being around.” Mike pointed outside the car. They sat completely out in the open bathed in moonlight. “We are not under any trees.”

The scratching noises continued. This time it was on the top of the car. Both young men looked up. “You don’t think it’s the killer do you?” Mike asked shakily.

“It’s not the fucking killer! It’s probably just the wind.”

The scratching intensified coming from both the top of the car and the back. Chester tried to look into the rearview mirror in case he might be able to see something. Just like he expected there was nothing there. Suddenly something caught his eye. He leaned closer to the mirror as if he could see whatever it was more closely. He waited for a few tense minutes and nothing happened. He almost sighed in relief but instead chose to sink back against his seat. His pants were caught on the lever for the trunk however and it popped open, scaring both of them, eliciting screams from both of them.

After they had both finished their girly screaming and had made a pact never to tell anyone about that, they determined that it was just the trunk. “Go close it,” Chester ordered.

“You’re sending me out there?” Mike looked him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, my pants are stuck on this stupid lever. So go close the trunk before some animal crawls and there and dies.”

“I’m not going out there. Hello, I’m the one that is scared here.”

“That’s fine, Mikey. You be the bitch in this relationship. I always knew you were.” Chester sighed and reached for the door handle. “I’ll just be the strong one. You sit here and the scared bitch!”

“I am not the bitch in the relationship. You want me to go out there, I’ll do it. But recognize that I am not the bitch in this relationship,” he paused for a moment. “We don’t have a relationship!”

“Then you should have no problem going out there to close the trunk,” Chester finished with a wide smile. Mike looked confused before giving him the finger and slipping out the car. “Bitch.” Chester smiled again to himself. Outsmarting Mike was always a fun thing.

He watched through the mirror as Mike tentatively crept towards the trunk as if something was going to jump out at him. He stepped behind the trunk door and out of Chester’s line of sight.

Chester waited impatiently to hear the click of the trunk but it never came. The door remained open and Mike remained out of sight. “Just close the door already. I’m serious if something crawls in there, you are getting it out.”

No reply was made. “I know you’re mad at me, but come on. What if a spider or something crawls in there? Please, Mike, just close the trunk.”

He waited a few more moments but things remained the same. “Mike, this isn’t funny. Answer me, you little shit.”

The silence remained. Suddenly Chester was afraid. What if there really was something out there and he had just sent his terrified as it was best friend out there to get butchered by some crazy guy with an ax. He could never live with himself or with the others for that matter, if something happen to Mike because of him.

“I’m coming out there. If you aren’t dead, or bleeding, you will be when I catch you.” He stepped out the car and leaned over the open door. “Mike, where did you go?”

“Chester,” the reply was faint and he had to struggle to pinpoint where it was coming from. “Chester, help.”

Panic seized Chester’s heart as he raced over to the back of the car. He found Mike crumpled on the floor with his arms clutching his stomach tightly. “Mike, oh god, oh god, what happened? Are you alright?”

“It’s too late,” Mike mumbled incoherently. “Chester, behind you.”

Chester tore his eyes away from Mike just in time to see a figure jumping out the bushes at him. He grunted as he slammed into the ground inches away from Mike. His attacker had him pinned to the ground. He closed his eyes and awaited the inevitable painful, horrible death he was going to receive but it never came.

Instead the figure was stood up and began laughing softly. He opened one eye to see another man wearing a very familiar baseball cap and hoodie had joined his attacker. He was leaning on his attacker also laughing. Out the corner of his eye, Chester saw Mike stand up. He opened the other eye and got a good look at who his attacker was. Joe Hahn smiled down at the slowly fuming vocalist.

“I got you so good,” Joe managed to say before breaking down in hysterical laughs once again.

“I’m so going to kill you, Hahn!” Chester jumped up and attacked the DJ who was still laughing even as he crashed into a tree. “I thought you really killed Mike!”

“That was really good acting,” Brad offered. Mike grinned proudly. Brad leaned back against the trunk of the car next to the emcee. “I mean you were really good. I was like in awe. If I was stupid enough to send a sissy boy like you out into the night, I probably would have been scared.”

Both Mike and Chester glared at the guitarist. “Why the hell are you two here anyway?” Chester growled at them as he stood up. “More importantly how did you get here? I didn’t hear a car or anything like that.”

“Rob and Phe dropped us off like over there,” Brad pointed to the highway. “We walked through the woods and saw the car and we couldn’t resist.”

“Why are you here?”

“We heard the news report. It’s been on all night,” Joe replied standing up finally. “We got worried about you guys. We figured that you might not have been listening to the news in the midst of your heavy make out sessions.”

“We were not making out,” Chester ground out irritably. “I was just working on a song.”

“You took Mike to a make out point in the middle of the night, to a spot where the two you were alone so you could do work?” Brad looked confused. “You are such a bad boyfriend.”

“Mike isn’t my boyfriend!”

“Right so you just randomly decided to go to Blind man’s Bluff at like four in the morning so you could ‘work on song lyrics’ together?” Brad made finger quotes, earning yet another low growl from the past livid vocalist. “And you just happened to neglect taking the rest of the band. Or any instruments.”

“Can we finish this later and get inside the car now, please?” Mike asked, casting another cautious look around.

“After you close the trunk like I told you too,” Chester grumbled and got back into the car. The trunk door slammed shut and the three joined him. He looked at Mike who had resumed sitting in the passenger seat and then back at Joe and Brad who were in the backseat together. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at them all. “So now we’re all parking.”

“Yeah I can see the headlines tomorrow,” Joe held his hand up. “Four-sixths of Linkin Park: Raging Homosexuals. Involved in gay orgy in a Toyota Matrix.”

“Before they got hacked into bits by crazed Victor Feldman,” Brad added.

“We’re not going to get hacked to bits by anyone,” Chester sighed. “Stop feeding this one’s paranoia. The whole scratching thing was over the top anyway.”

“What scratching thing?” Joe scrunched his nose in confusion. The scratching sound started once again as if on cue.

“That scratching thing,” Chester retorted. “You guys, honestly, it wasn’t funny the first time you did it. It isn’t cool now either.” He shook his head and drummed his nails against the dashboard as the scratching continued. Suddenly a thought struck him as he met with Brad and Joe’s eyes through the rearview mirror. “Wait a minute. How can you guys be doing that again, if you’re in here?”

“I wasn’t aware that we were doing it to begin with?”

“You mean it wasn’t you two who were scratching the car before?” Mike asked. The fear from earlier was creeping up on him slowly. The two in the backseat shook their heads slowly. The doors were instantly locked and the engine roared to life. All eyes turned to the driver.

“That’s it, we’re getting the fuck out of here,” Chester yelled. “This is entirely too much shit for one night. Can’t even write a fucking song in my car! Never a dull moment with you guys!”

He put the car in reverse and sped out into the highway. Never stopping until they reached their driveway. Once they had pulled to a stop, the four young men just sat in silence. The front door opened, shocking them slightly until they saw Rob and Phoenix stepping out, clad in their pajamas even though neither looked like they had been sleeping.

“Are you guys alright?” Rob stepped over to the passenger side of the car and knelt down while Phoenix hopped into the backseat next to Brad.

“We’re all good. For the most part,” Mike fumbled nervously. “Why?”

“Well when we sent these two we figured you would be right back. Should have known better, especially when they wouldn’t let us drive all the way over to you,” Phoenix shook his head. Joe and Brad smiled humorlessly. “Well anyway they just announced it. They found that guy about ten minutes ago. Over by the Bluff.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Chester asked shrilly. “We just left the bluff.”

“They found him wandering around. He had already killed again,” Phoenix looked them all over. “For a minute we thought it might have been one of you guys. The weird part is though, that they can’t find the murder weapon at all.”

“Yeah, Feldman keeps telling them that it got stolen by some guys,” Rob added. “The guy is way nuttier than I thought.”

“The fact that he was running around with a hook killing people at night wasn’t nutty enough for you, huh, Rob?” Joe joked finally shaking off the fearful atmosphere that was clinging to them all. “I just want to go inside and forget that this whole night ever happened.”

“I hear that,” Mike sighed in relief. They made their way out the car. All except Chester who was having some difficulty getting his door opened. “You guys help. There is something jammed in the door and I can’t get it open.”

“Hold on,” Rob walked over to the driver’s side. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped open comically. They would have laughed had it not been for the look of terror that was on his face. “Chester, I think you need to crawl over the passenger seat and get out that way.”

“Why? Its too much work,” Chester pouted. “Can’t you just move whatever it is?”

“Oh hell no. I’m not touching that,” Rob shook his head. The other guys walked over to see what was spooking Rob so badly. Each of them had a similar reaction. Mike looked about ready to pass out. Chester did as Rob told him and joined them on the driver’s side.

“What the fuck?”

There in jammed into the key hole of his door was a silver hook. The thin sheet of red blood added to its sinister effect. Chester looked at Mike shakily.

“Next time you want to work in the car, do it in the driveway!” Mike snapped. Chester nodded slowly and continued to stare at the hook.

“Chaz, you okay?”

“I can’t believe,” he stammered. “I can’t believe…”

“Yeah I can’t believe how close we came to being his next victims,” Brad shivered involuntarily.

“No,” Chester moaned. “I can’t believe he scratched up my car so badly. It’s gonna take weeks to get that shit repainted! And the key hole is just going to have to be replaced. That bastard, this was a brand new car!” he turned to see the incredulous looks his friends were giving him. “What?”

They all groaned and turned to enter the house, leaving him alone in the driveway.

“What?” he called after them. He turned to the empty street and shrugged. “I don’t get it.” He quickly followed after them. The car sat alone in the driveway with the silver hook glistening in the moonlight.

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