Lance bounded down the stairs with a huge grin plastered on his face. Lou was un-believably understanding and had gone along with all of his plans.
Soon *NSync would be no more, although Lance didn't care. He'd rather live a life without bruises, than a life without music. He was never really into all the dancing crap.
What you may not know is that Lance is one of the best dancers in the industry. But after he constantly showed Justin and JC up, they had enough and kept screwing him up.
They'd try to keep him away from practices, or keep him out of view in the mirrors. When he finally told them he was gay, they would beat him so that he couldn't dance right.
Right now he all he had to do was get to Chris' place before Justin or anyone else did. It would be pretty simple since Chris' place was pretty hard to get to, and they rarely visited each other.
Jumping into his car he turned the radio on full blast and sped off singing to himself. Each thought happily building in his mind, with every word. Soon he had thought up the perfect torture for Chris, and although often thought as the 'Perfect Southern Gentleman', Lance could be pretty evil.
Turning the radio off, he pulled up Chris' driveway. Thankfully only Chris' car was sitting there, and Chris was just getting ready to drive off.
" OK here goes" he psyched himself up,
" YO! Chris" he yelled jumping out and slammed the door shut.
" What do YOU want, FAGGOT?!?" Chris looked up in disgust
Lance walked slowly up to Chris with a huge grin plastered on his face.
" Oh nothing much, just like to tell you that... well... you've been replaced" he sing-songed happily.
" WHAT! Hmph... Yo fag... get a life... if they were gonna drop someone, wouldn't it be the faggot?" Chris laughed,
" Oh well, that's what I thought, but I just talked with Lou... well he talked to me, but he said that *NSync is for the young crowd, and last time he checked YOU weren't young"
" HA! W-what a joke" Chris stuttered, Lance looked dead serious.
" OH, you want his opinion then, well why don't I just call him?" Lance said pulling out his cell and hitting the re-dial button.
Chris fidgeted with his keys. Although he hated Lance for being gay, Lance wouldn't ever act like this. He looked really serious, and Lance was actually quite powerful, when he wanted to be.
He was actually the one that forced all the other 'contestants' for *NSync away. He was the one that held the group together for the first year, and he was the one that held all their lives together. Without him they wouldn't be a very sane bunch.
Suddenly all Lances' actions flew through his mind. Lance had always kept a secret that was told to him, Lance would always back them up if they needed him. It didn't matter that Lance was gay, he understood that now.
" L-look Lance, I'm sor..."
" Yes sir, I'm here right now... yes the OLD ones' place..." Lance looked over to Chris' shocked face, " He wants to talk to you" and he handed the phone over.
" H-Hi Lou"
" Aahhh Chris my boy, look I'm sorry to say this but... we kinda need to get rid of you... you see *NSync was brought together for the younger crowds, and to be truthful, you're just too old now"
" But... But Lou... y-you can't... I need them... they need me"
" No they don't, you're just gonna drag them down... Joey will soon be gone as well, too big if you get what I mean, so you two could start something... by they way, you're very lucky Lance pointed this out to me, or you would've been the laughing stock of the industry"
" But... But sir..."
" Oh by the way, don't worry, you'll have until the end of the next two tours 'till you'll have to leave OK?"
And with that Lou hung up.
Chris was crying by the end of this short call, although it didn't really matter anymore. He wasn't in *NSync anymore, Lou didn't need him anymore, and Lance was the one that told him.
He looked up in rage to see that Lance was directly in front of him with a lop-sided grin on his face. Before Chris could do anything Lance hugged him tightly,
" This ain't over" he whispered into Chris' ear, and walked quickly over to his car. Looking around for a second Lance came back with a book in his hand.
" You say anything to Joey, Justin or JC... these babes will be posted all over the net... kapeesh?" Lance laughed at his own joke and drove off.
Chris flipped through the picture album that Lance had shoved into his hand, and his entire body shook in fear.
There he was, very, very drunk... and it looked like he was with some girls. But these girls... something was different,
" FUUUUCK!!!" Chris threw the picture album onto his roof,
" Nononononono" he begged himself, sinking to the grass. Grasping his head, he tried to massage the oncoming headache away.
A strong gust of wind blew the pages of the picture book open. There was Chris Kirkpatrick, tied up and having sex with a couple of schoolgirls. Each of them couldn't be above 12.
He remembered this night vaguely. He had gotten home drunk, very drunk, and had found these hot chicks on his way. They seemed more than happy at the prospect of screwing an *Nsyncer, but suddenly he was tied up and blindfolded, and they were riding his body.
The next morning they were gone, but had one had left their school badge, and Chris freaked. He had thought that he was the only one who knew about this and forgot about the whole ordeal, but then there was Lance.
Lance pulled up happily in his driveway. Chris would drive himself nuts over this set-up. Although the pictures were real, he would never give them to anyone. He did have the negatives, but the pictures that he gave to Chris were the only ones he would ever have developed.
He was sure that Chris would be heart-broken, but he didn't care anymore. They all deserved to be punished, and he would be the one to do it.
Chris was still in the group in fact. What Lou had said was what Lance told him to. Much like what Justin did with Johnny.
Running into his den, he picked up a dart and threw it at a wall covered with tiny pictures of each of them. Each the size of a stamp, but enough of them to cover the entire wall.
He walked up to the dart and pulled it off. The picture was stuck to the end of it so he pulled it off,
Snickering to himself he sighed,
" Alas poor JC, I knew him well"
Yeah I know, I know. Pretty unbelievable (as in it's really hard to believe). Lance is tearing the group apart, and not- so-poor JC is next. I hope it wasn't too confusing or anything, and sorry if it's too screwed up for you, or unstable, you know what I mean???
So as usual e-mails always welcomed, no matter what kind. If it's bad (and I will read them!) they'll only be telling me what I've done wrong, and help me make it better.
talldarknhansom@cliffhanger.com