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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It was a White Hood, anally fucking a bloodied mess of a human being under him, the chained man was sobbing, bleeding from wounds all over his body.
And that person was Mike.
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?” Brad roared, his hands shaking in utter rage as he curled them into fists.
The White Hood abruptly pulled himself from Mike and dropped down his robes, turning to face the person who had interrupted him.
Brad lunged at him, screaming, grabbing the White Hood by the shoulders and slamming him into the wall.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT...?!” Brad screamed, spitting in the man’s face.
He grabbed the White Hood’s mask and yanked it off, along with the hood, then in a fit of uncontrollable fury, he punched the man square in the eye, beating him in rage.
All the while Brad was screaming, Chester had knelt down by Mike’s side and had taken off his shirt, tying it over Mike’s privates.
Mike was sobbing helplessly, whether in sadness or happiness, Chester couldn’t tell.
“Buddy... Hey, it’s alright now, we’re gonna sort this all out...” Chester soothed as he untied Mike, gently easing Mike’s tortured body down into a sitting position, where Mike promptly wrapped his arms tightly around Chester, crying bitterly onto the singer’s bare shoulder.
Suddenly there was shouting - and more White Hoods appeared.
Joe pulled the gun and fired at the first one, Phoenix and Rob fending off the others as they came towards the intruders.
The tight lipped DJ shot at another, then another, his face blank and merciless as he downed the White Hoods - who intent on seizing him in particular - to non fatal injuries.
Mike blinked away tears and looked up, tightening his grip on Chester.
The White Hoods kept advancing - Linkin Park and their partners were out numbered by too many, and slowly they were being pushed back into the room.
“Get the Inferior first!” One shouted.
“Is he a hybrid?” Another who was holding a gun asked.
“It doesn’t matter - they’ve all got to die!” The first shouted back.
The second used the butt of the gun to whack the side of Joe’s face hard - sending him sprawling backwards into the ground, he couldn’t scramble back up in time - the White Hood aimed the gun at Joe’s head and pulled the trigger.

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I can’t believe what happened - Brad came running in and practically murdered Final Sigma before he even had a chance to leave me.
He started yelling and beating the guy up - and now Chester’s here, cuddling me, keeping me safe from whatever could be a threat, comforting me - trying in a futile effort to avoid touching my wounds.
I grip onto him tightly, trying not to watch as the Klan come swarming in, trying not to think of what they’ll do to us all if we don’t win - even worse what they’ll do to Joe.
His mother is white.
Suddenly one of the members - Delta - knocks Joe to the ground.
Joe’s eyes blaze with anger and fear as he stares down the barrel of the gun - and I choke a cry, but I know he can’t get away in time.
Delta tightens his finger on the trigger and I scream out - suddenly Joe scoots in the air and lands on the other side of the room with a very loud crash.
The bullet only just wounds him - it goes from being a fatal shot to a life threatening shot - hitting him just under the right collarbone.
Joe grunts.
Delta stands in total shock, we lock eyes and he suddenly smirks, aiming the gun at me.
“Elveea! ELVEEA - ELVEEA!!! DAN - RNEEV - ECMO - KBCA!!!” I scream.
“No!” Delta shouts - flailing wildly - the gun whizzes from his hand and lands gently in Joe’s lap.
Joe blinks and grabs hold of the gun with his good hand and aims it at Delta, shooting him in the crotch.
“And you deserve that bastard.” Joe says frankly as Delta falls to the ground howling in agony.
Joe rests back, closing his eyes for a moment, before pulling himself back up to his feet with groans of pain as he aims the gun back into the fray.
Several of the Klan launch themselves at me and Chester - it’s all a blur - one of them has a bat and -
“NO!!!” Chester screams - he fends them off, fighting them trying his best to keep them away from me.
They’re all taller than him and the one with the bat is built like a brick shithouse - Chester doesn’t stand a chance.
“Bastard!” One of the two shouts and swings the bat back - I stagger to my feet and try to escape his reach - there’s a sickening ‘crrruncrunch!’ and I gasp, falling back down on my butt.
I gasp, winded - something’s crunching and I can’t breathe - shit - I can’t get air into me!
My mouth opens and closes, my eyes feel like they’re popping.
Every effort hurts, and I feel dizzy...
Steady yourself master.
I look around and see that alley cat sitting in the corner, watching me.
I nod and slow myself down, breathing short, slow breaths through my nose, sitting absolutely still.
Several more shots ring out and the Klan members that Chester’s fighting fall down - instantly Chester returns to my side, sitting down and using his body like a human shield.
Suddenly I hear sirens, the sound of a door being beaten down, and loud voices.
Alpha calls a fall back, and the Ku Klux Klan retreats - but it’s too late, the police are in, and they’ve seen what’s going on.
Everything’s just a mad whirl of fighting and capturing, people stomping over fallen Klan members.
I bury my head into Chester’s bare shoulder and wait for it to end, using my recently found telepathy waves to watch the scene unfold.
The room to my left is blurred and I can’t see in there, but everywhere else within a radius of five blocks, I can see.
“They’re getting away. Three of them are unaccounted for; they’re getting out by the back door.” I say to Chester.
“What?” He blinks stupidly.
“Rho, Omega, and Beta - they’re getting away...” I break off, watching. “There’s another fleet of cops coming down that road - if they stop five seconds from now they’ll catch them.”
“Mike you’re not making sense - how do you know that?” Chester asks.
“Just remember that time in Paris when I broke the bed. It’s like that - c’mon - they’re getting away.” I part from Chester’s embrace and stand up - my insides are on fire but I force myself to ignore the stabbing pain, grabbing my boxers and pulling them on, whimpering in pain as I pull them over the salt infected wounds.
“Mike - what the hell are you doing?!” Chester jumps up and grabs my shoulders.
I fend him off.
My heart is racing now - blood is bounding in my ears, and at last the pain is numbed by the adrenaline.
“They’re getting away!” I whirl - bone crunching - finding no help in Chester I try to seek out someone else.
“Officer!” I call.
One turns and then backs out of the conflict, coming over to me professionally as he can - he’s only about my age and he’s a Negroid Caucasian - the Klan were hurling every discriminatory insult in the book and more - no doubt this officer had copped a mouthful.
“There’s three missing -” I gasp and swallow, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes momentarily.
“Mike...” Chester moves and positioned his sturdy shoulder under my arm, stopping me from swaying.
I feel... So weak all of a sudden...
“The fleet passed them, but they’re still close... They escaped out the back door...” I realize suddenly I’m still bleeding.
Blood loss?
“If you don’t get to them soon... They’ll get away...” I sag further into Chester.
He staggers a bit but keeps me standing.
“Right.” The officer couldn’t say much more than that.
He turns back and helps drag Delta, the others and Joe out of the room, with the last of the members being dragged off, a few cops start calling for ambulances.
I close my eyes and gather my strength before turning to look at Chester.
“Can you let go please? I can walk on my own...” I murmur.
“Are you sure?” Chester’s looking at me, worry clear in his eyes.
“I can do it - I’m not incompetent.”
“Mike...”
Having enough - I pull away from Chester and bat away his hand; dizzily I push everything back and walk stiffly out into the hall, heading for the one room I can’t see into.
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