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It's Your Choice	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chester opened his eyes and stared - jaw agape at the vision before him.
Samantha was lying like a corpse on the bed with her hands clasping each other over her breast, her face was expressionless and her clothes were on the floor - she was dressed instead in an elegant black dress that went down neatly to her ankles. Her long wavy black hair framed her face beautifully; her skin was slightly paler than usual.
“What -?” Chester spun and saw Mike standing at the other end of the room, near the door.
“You’ve got to choose now Chazzy.” Mike said softly. “I love you, but I don’t think you really care for me.”
Chester stammered something that made no sense and looked back to Samantha - he went to move - but Mike barked at him to remain still - and like all the other times, Chester obeyed like a bloody dog.
“Choose.” Mike demanded, his voice low, grim.
Chester took a deep breath and looked down and choked back a terrified squeak at the weapon in his hands, a pistol, sleek and brand new, shining with a malevolence that terrified Chester all the more.
“Mike...” Chester managed to choke.
His hands were shaking now, but Mike still looked calm and relaxed - like this was all perfectly normal.
“It’s your choice Chester. I’ll support you with either decision you make, but you’ve got to choose between us.” Mike murmured.
Chester stared at Mike open mouthed, realizing now it had all been a plot or something - either way, the emcee knew what he had been doing - he could see it in Mike’s eyes now.
He didn’t want to play second fiddle anymore.
Mike was stubborn and very focused, aggressive and sadistic when he wanted to be - hell - that was why Chester loved the guy - Mike meant more to him than he would dare to think about.
But Samantha...
Chester swallowed.
She had been with him for nearly seven years - everything he had accomplished, she’d been there for him, she had helped his through weeks to months and years of therapy when he suffered Post Traumatic Anxiety... She had made him laugh when he was so down he was tempted to slice his wrists open - she had been loyal to him even though he was barely ever home now.
Chester loved her. He’d got over his phobias just to walk down the isle with her. Was she worth it? Hell yeah - she was everything.
Obviously Mike was like her in so many ways, but this... This...
“No Mike - I can’t do this...” Chester almost coughed up a sob.
“CHOOSE!!!” Mike roared.
Chester jumped and choked back the sobs welling up closer to the surface.
“I - I can’t Mike - don’t do this -” Chester blinked back tears and took a sudden sharp breath as he tried desperately to back out of this.
“Then I’ll choose for you.” Mike murmured softly.
He pulled another pistol out concealed by his baggy shirt, and flicked the safety catch, then aimed it squarely at Samantha’s head.
“Mike no!” Chester cried.
“You still have one last chance.” Mike retorted grimly.
Samantha’s eyes fluttered and her mouth moved slightly, the first signs of life she had made all evening.
“I - I -” Chester broke down, almost losing himself in tears.
Mike’s grip on the trigger tightened - suddenly Chester whipped around and pulled the trigger of his own gun.
Two shots echoed loudly off the walls - there was a single cry and then only deathly silence.

Tears rolled freely down Chester’s cheeks as he gazed at Samantha’s body, with shaking fingers, he took her limp hand and kissed it.
“I’m sorry - so fucking sorry...” Chester heaved back the urge to cry again. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve kept my dick in my pants and - and - done the right thing... I - I should die for this... But there was only one bullet...” Chester blinked back tears again and held the useless weapon to his head before letting it limply drop back to his side. “God I’m so sorry...”
Chester kissed her on the mouth and rested her hand back the way it was and then walked over to Mike, the singer’s sobbing becoming audible again then, his heart was surely breaking, it ached painfully as his teary vision fell on the man who had forced him to choose in the worst possible way.
The blood was seeping out into the carpet, his form lying mangled, face pale and the shot wound staining his white shirt a muddy red.
The gun was still in his hand, useless too, as it only had one bullet, misaimed and wasted on the mirror next to the bed.
“Chester...” Mike gasped.
Chester knelt down beside him and gently, as though cradling an infant, lifted and rested the friend’s head in his lap.
“I’m sorry Mike - I couldn’t do it... I don’t want to lose either of you...” Chester sobbed helplessly, his tears falling down and landing on Mike’s face.
Mike paid no attention and continued after a moment of catching his breath.
“I love you Chaz. I... I respect your decision... It was probably the better one to make...” Mike wheezed feebly.
Chester blinked back the tears and kissed Mike upside down, Mike smiled when they broke away.
“Look after yourself you bitch.” Mike whispered and closed his eyes.
“Don’t do this to me... Mike please...” Chester whimpered.
Suddenly the door unlocked and banged open - a gaggle of people looked in - most of them were in dressing gowns, underwear or pajamas. Band members of Korn, Metallica, Linkin Park, Evanescence and Slipknot, crew of them all, some staff and a few other hotel guests - all of them looking in on the scene with shocked eyes.
“Chain me in a prison and throw away the key.” Chester looked up at the crowd with tortured, beseeching eyes, tears rolling freely down his face even now. “I’m begging you, just kill me...”
He choked and broke down again, crying miserably, clutching Mike’s bloodstained shirt.
Amy Lee pushed through the crowd then and knelt down at Mike’s side, looking him over in a calm and professional way.
“He’s bleeding from the lung. Ambulance?” She looked back up at the other people.
A staff member snapped out of shock, nodded and ran over to the bedside phone, calling 911.
Amy looked up at Chester who was still sobbing uncontrollably with his head bowed, shoulders shuddering as he cried wretchedly like no one had ever seen before.
“It takes hours for people to bleed out. He may be okay...” She bit her lip. “The ambulance might get here in time depending on how long he’s been here...” She trailed off.
Chester shook his head and began muttering under his breath, praying to god, for the first time in his life - praying that he’d get the chance to make things right.
Chester’s tears fell from his eyes and rolled down Mike’s cheeks as though they were the emcee’s own.
Mike’s life hung in the balance, and all Chester wanted to do was make things right again - he was made to choose and it was all his fault for being such an idiot.
Because of his stupidity Mike was dying.
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