*Vengeance P.O.V.*
"The price of evil...and it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah..." Singing along as back-up vocals with Shadows and playing guitar could really mess up your concentration...especially when there are glaring spotlights in your eyes, you're half drunk, and you're made a bet with your best friend that, in the end, would end with you riding down the Sunset Strip on his Chopper, bare-ass, and possibly getting arrested for public nudity. But hey, what can I say? It's Avenged Sevenfold, and everything has to be done to the extreme, or not done at all.
I sneaked a glance over at Syn, who was already smirking wildly like a madman, knowing he had already won the bet. Damn it, why the fuck did I agree to it anyway? We had made a bet backstage on whether M Shadows would end up falling into the crowd, what with how he was practically drinking himself into a stupor. I bet he wouldn't, but NO! The damn prick just HAD to lose his footing and fall into the fucking crowd. You could see my face-palm and hear Syn's laughter from a mile away.
I snapped back to reality once I heard Shadows yell out the last bits of the song.
"It's YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARE!...."
The next few seconds went by in a flash.
There was a gun-shot. No one was sure from where, but it seemed to come from beyond the crowd. With Shadow's last word, I looked over and saw Syn stiffen, then slowly fall...forward...into the scattering crowd.
"BRIAN!" I screeched, throwing off my Schecter custom guitar. I looked for help. Shadows was on the stage floor, a throwing knife embedded in his right shoulder. I looked back at Syn and saw Johnny already on the phone, trying to help Syn stop the bleeding coming from the center of his chest.
I jumped off the stage. "Brian!"
"He'll be fine, dude. Whoever shot him either had horrible aim or wanted to keep him alive. He hit him dead-center in the chest..." Johnny muttered, going off to help fix the situation.
In shock, I held Brian's hand, making sure he could tell I was there. "Syn...you're gonna be fine, you got that?"
Pale-faced, he nodded. "I'm...not dying...not yet, anyway. Do me a...favor?" He asked, pausing to take a few deep breathes and reaching into his back pocket.
"What?"
He pulled out...a half-empty pack of cigarettes. I rolled my eyes. "Hold these for me...I know the doctors won't let me have 'em while I'm getting better...keep 'em for me..."
"What the hell, dude..."
"And remember..."
At this point paramedics had rushed in and were putting him on a gurney, taking him away. I followed.
"What?"
He smirked. "I won the bet."
That asshole...

Notes

Okay, so...
I know, it's not too exciting right now, and it's kinda short, but just bear with me, guys...it's my first time doing this, so yeah.
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