CHAPTER 5- ARMED AND BRAINDEAD
"OOOOOOOOHH!! Do we HAVE to have help from the Backstreet Boys?" whined Justin.
For the first time in Justin's whole life someone told him to shut-up..and suprisingly it was JC. Justin didn't say another word and he sulked to whole way back. Once they reached Justin's house they grabbed the guns and headed inside to get BSB.
"That's odd!" said Scott. "The front door's open!"
They went inside and saw all five of the backstreet boys in the living room watching t.v.
"FUCK!!!" screamed Justin.
"No time!!" said J. "Here are your weaponz boyz," said J while handing the guns out.
"WHAT?? I don't know how to use a gun!" said Nick.
"I can't hurt people," said Brian.
"Oh geez," Justin muttered under his breath.
"We'll be right back," said Ritchie to the Backstreet Boys.
The seven of em left the room.
"Dammit!! Justin's right! These guys are fuckin hopeless!!"
"What did I tell ya?" said Justin.
"I have an idea," said Chris. "Lets leave the bullshit boys here without the guns and let them die!"
"I don't know Chris," said JC. "We're gonna have a hell of a time explaining that to the press!"
The guys were still trying to figure out a plan when they heard some noises coming from the basement. It sounded like only one person.