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Rising Storm	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of The All-American Rejects. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 01
- 2-Part 02
- 3-Part 03
- 4-Part 04
- 5-Part 05
- 6-Part 06
- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
- 5
- 6
- 7
Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part VI

Mike had finally gotten to the hotel. He got out of the car as quickly as he could and without locking the door he ran into the hotel almost killing a bellhop in the process. People began to get terrified looks upon their faces as Mike ran towards his room faster then he had ever run in his entire life and the clerk, not knowing what was going on, called security right away. He had to get to Brooke, to save her if he wasn’t already too late. He knew Tyson was insane, something had happened to him, something had gotten into his head and taken over all of his thoughts and infected them like a virus. Mike didn’t fully understand it but he couldn’t let him take Brooke away from him. As Mike continued to run towards his room it suddenly hit him. He really loved her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She made him feel like a better man, like he was on top of the world, hell like he owned the world. That was all any man could ever really ask. Mike began to run even faster, his love for Brooke seeming to act as an accelerator for his legs. He ran into a few people on his trek and shouted his apologizes while continuing to run. He soon came to the door of his room. He could hear screaming, which were blended with groans of pleasure. Tyson was raping Brooke again and the feeling growing inside of Mike began to make him ill. He fumbled with his key trying rapidly to get the door opened. Finally he figured it out and opened the door. There was Tyson on top of Brooke thrusting in and out of her the blood being the only thing between their bare bodies. Mike also noticed the tears trailing down Brooke’s now bloody cheeks. There was so much blood covering the two of them, staining the cotton white sheets and dripping onto the floor and forming a pool with the throw-up that was already there. Mike almost passed out from the smell of the two substances mixed in with the smell of rising sex. Mike ran at Tyson getting him off of Brooke and tackled him to the ground. Brooke screamed from the pain of Tyson being ripped out of her the way he had and Tyson let out a groan of pain as his back hit the ground causing the air to be knocked out of him. Mike sat and punched Tyson in the face.
“How the fuck dare you touch her!” He screamed hitting Tyson once more. His love for Brooke was giving him the anger he never knew he had. He wanted nothing more then to rip Tyson’s penis off and then remove his testicles with a spoon. His fist made contact with Tyson’s face once more, knocking him out as blood spurted from his mouth. “That’s for hurting her again!” Mike rushed over to Brooke and had no idea as to where to start. She was covered in blood and was beginning to cough it up. “Brooke, God.” He stated pulling out this phone. People were beginning to form a circle outside of the door though none of them figured to call the cops. Mike quickly shut the door. No one had any business watching all of this. Brooke took Mike’s hand hers and he gently began to caress it. “Things are gonna be fine. I’m gonna get you help.” Mike’s back was to Tyson who was slowly beginning to stir as Brooke mumbled something. Mike leaned in closer to her. “Brooke, hush you’re gonna be fine.” He stated gently brushing the hair from her face. She looked so terrified. Damn why the fuck isn’t anyone picking up the damn line.
“Mike!” Brooke screamed causing Mike to look behind him and barely miss Tyson’s fist, which had been aimed for his head. Mike locked eyes with Tyson and noticed that the color had changed. They were no longer a pale crystal blue but now a deep fiery grey with fury. Tyson’s eyes quickly moved to the switchblade lying so peacefully next to Brooke on the bed. Tyson grabbed it before Mike even realized it was there. Mike stood not wanting him to get anywhere near Brooke. “Tyson, man, don’t do this.” Mike screamed. Brooke soon noticed Mike’s phone lying next to her. She slowly, and very painfully began to reach for it. “Ty, man, come on! Look what you’re doing!” Tyson glanced over at Brooke but quickly regained his focus on Mike wanting to get rid of the man between him and his desire.
“No! Look what you’re doing! I was gonna make her mine! She’s mine damn it and now you’re going to pay for the interruption!” Tyson ran at Mike, the switchblade ready for another taste of flesh but to it’s disappointment Mike dodged the blade.
“Fucker!” Mike screamed. He began to walk backwards thinking of some way of fending off Tyson. He had no weapon and knew he couldn’t continue to dodge the blade forever. He figured words were his best escape. “Listen to me! How can you slice her up like you did!” Mike yelled dodging another attempt of Tyson’s.
“Because I love her! And she loves me!” Mike noticed the flash of blue spark in Tyson’s eyes. That was it his escape was Brooke. Ironic how the one person he had come to save would initially save him.
“How the fuck can you love her! You just fucking hurt her! You fucking cut her up and raped her! How the fuck could she ever love you!” Mike paused as Tyson wiped blood from his face. “She’s laying on that bed in pain because of you! You fucking hurt her!” Mike screamed as Brooke dialed the number. She soon got a human being on the line. Tyson ran at Mike again.
“Don’t say that! She loves me she does!” Tyson screamed as he rammed the blade into the wall. “She wants to be with me forever! I was gonna make that happen! Brooke and I are meant for one another and you can’t change that!” Tyson was furious and Brooke was now huddled on the bed whispering into the phone. “You’re just trying to take her away from me!” Mike raised an eyebrow. How could Tyson have known? “That’s really it! You want her for yourself! You’ve always wanted her since the day we all met her at that club! She came to see us and wanted to meet me! Not you me! From that moment on you tried to take her form me! She’s mine! Mine damn it!” He lunged at Mike again and the blade made contact with his skin causing a smooth trail of blood to seep from the shallow cut the blade had just created.
“Ty! Fuck! Brooke isn’t some kind of object! She’s a human being! She has a mind of her own! She’s not just something you can claim! She made her choice and it wasn’t you! Whether she choices me is her decision! At least I’m not gonna fucking try and rape her or kill her like you!” Mike retaliated with a shove causing Tyson to tumble to the ground and again have the air knocked out of him. Mike ran back to Brooke. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. He was ready to pick her up after she nodded but Tyson had tackled him to the bed the blade slipping from his hands and landing on the covers. “Brooke! Get out of here and fast!” Mike screamed but Brooke grabbed the blade instead. It was slippery in her bloody hands but she managed to grip it well. She had now lost all her frame of mind as she plunged the blade into the nearest part of Tyson. He screamed as he grabbed at his leg. Now he could no longer run off and was in enough pain to allow Mike to get up. He took the chance of fate to knock Tyson out with the nearest suitcase. Once he was sure Tyson was down for good he was at Brooke’s side once more. “Brooke! God, are you alright?” He asked as she shook her head. She could barely see past the pain to view Mike’s worried eyes.
“It hurts so bad Mikey….” She managed to whisper. He gently took hold of her hand as she coughed up more blood. Mike didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know if she was going to make it or not. She had lost so much blood already.
“Shh, things are gonna be ok. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you again. Tyson can’t hurt you again. I promise you that.” With those words the police busted into the room along with the ambulance that Brooke had called for. They had in actuality beaten the storm together. Mike only hoped the storm was truly over.

Brooke was carried from the hotel on a stretcher. Mike was unsure of whether or not she was going to make it. There were tears in his eyes as he walked beside the stretcher she lay rather lifelessly upon. The medics kept trying to get him away from her so they could make sure he was alright. He pushed them off of him and kept walking beside Brooke. How could he have let this happen to her? She was battered and bruised because he had let Tyson get to her. He should have stopped him; he could have stopped him at the studio. This was all his fault. She was lying there so pale and bruised because of him. Mike took his gaze away from Brooke only a second to watch as the police loaded Tyson into the car. He wasn’t going to be able to hurt her again. He was finished. Brooke was staring into Mike’s eyes as the men raised the stretcher into the ambulance. She didn’t want to be alone with people she didn’t know, didn’t trust. As Mike let go of her hand she screamed out his name causing the men to pause. She began crying once more and reached out for him.
“Mike! Don’t leave me, please…” Mike jumped up into the ambulance and took a seat near her and also took her hand once more, kissing it gently as another medic jumped in beside him. Mike considered all of this his fault.
“I won’t leave you. I’m here.” He replied as the men began to get her hooked up to an IV and clean off some of the blood while trying to also stop the blood still flowing from the cuts upon her flesh. There was nothing more then a thin sheet covering her bare body. Soon they placed an oxygen mask over her. Mike looked over at the men cleaning he off. “Is she gonna be alright?” He asked. The men looked over at him.
“I don’t know.” One replied as he set back to work. Mike wanted to kill Tyson for what he’d done. One of the men turned his gaze to Brooke. “This is gonna sting a bit. But you’re gonna be alright.” Mike knew the man was just trying to calm her down and in some weird way it also calmed him a bit. Brooke winced as the man touched her flesh. Mike kissed her hand trying to offer some sort of comfort to her. Soon she passed out. Mike wasn’t sure if it was the oxygen or from the pain. He soon became lost in his own thoughts. He kept trying to figure out how all of this could have been prevented. I should have sent her on the first plane back home. Hell, I should have gone with her and taken her to live with me at my place. No, but I didn’t. I should have stopped Tyson at the studio. Why didn’t I stop him? How could I not have known he would pull something like this? Brooke could die and it’s all my fault. I did this! I’m just as guilty as he is probably even more so. I knew where she was I could have kept her form him. I could have changed rooms or gone to a different hotel. I could have saved her from all of this but no I didn’t. This is all my fault that she’s laying here in all this pain. How can I say I love her when I did this to her? He paused and wiped away a trail of fresh tears from his eye as one of the men sat beside him, a first aide kit in his lap. The man ripped Mike’s shirt to reveal the cut on his arm. “See he got you too. I’m gonna fix that for you, alright?” Mike just nodded. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Brooke. “You saved her, you know? If he had of sliced her up anymore she may not of been conscious when we got to her.” Mike looked at the man with a quizzical look upon his face. The man smiled. “She’s very lucky to have you in her life." Mike let that statement sink in before he realized the meaning of what the man had said. She’s lucky to have you. Mike repeated to himself. No, that’s not it. I’m lucky to have her. She’s the one who saved me. I’m lucky to have her. Mike thought as the drive went on. The storm was truly finished and the calm was awaited the two heroes of our story.
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