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Chasing Scars: Chapter Six
It had to have been the fifth time Andy had vowed to never again let himself be stuffed into a double bass case. This time his silent words were to Jesus; he'd already prayed to Krishna, Batman, Ashley, his dad and Nikki Sixx. He didn't know why he was bothering with Jesus; it had just been the first name in his head this time round. He was far too warm, a mixture of the cramped conditions inside the velvet lined box and the feverish sickness his untreated shoulder was bringing on. Sweat was trickling into the tear in his flesh, causing it to sting as well as scream and he'd started shivering, despite the overheating. His mind was going too, he could tell by all the praying, and by the disjointed thoughts that swam in unbidden every few minutes. Mostly of Ashley.
When the case was finally opened he all but threw himself out, though it turned into more of a flop when his limbs turned to axel grease beneath him and he collapsed in a puddle on a concrete
I'm your SuperfanHe's watching TV with her. I can't see what they're watching though. That pisses me off, I need to know, but even from this height in the tree I can't see all that's going on. I'm as high as I can get before the branches get too weak to support me. It's not dark enough for me to go lower though, in case I'm spotted. I know he'd understand, but others wouldn't, so this branch, inadequate as it is, is my best bet. Sighing, I check his twitter, which I've set to come up automatically on my phone. He hasn't tweeted anything in over half an hour. Why the hell not?! Does he not know I'm waiting for an update? Wait, I'm being stupid; I can just shimmy along the branch until I find an angle I can see the TV at. Sure it gets thin towards the end, but I don't need to go that far out. I do just that, further and further until the branch creeks under my weight. I can see now and I sigh contentedly. An old Buffy episode; that's all I needed to know.
Chasing Scars: Chapter Five
It was Matt's turn at the wheel of a new vehicle Boudicca had supplied them with. Andy was packed safely into the case of an instrument her daddy only thought she played; it wasn't the first time she'd used the 'recital' trick, just the first that she'd used it to help a fugitive instead of just going to a Murderdolls gig that Craig knew of anyway. The chopper was off and dark had finally settled over a very testing day, bringing a soothing blanket of night to wash away all the knots in his tight shoulders. His eyelids were drooping and his head slid closer and closer to that comfortable nook by Matt's neck. Even his blood was too tired to make him blush at such thoughts.
The new car was sleeked and black as the sky outside. It had belonged to Boudicca's mother, who had died in it several years earlier and not been driven since, but it still ran as smooth as they day it had been purchased. She had said her father never looked at it, o
Chasing Scars: Chapter Four
Butterflies filled his stomach as he stared at that contortionist frame. Was there any pose that boy couldn't twist his way into? Ashley blushed, cursing his perverse mind; he could think of some choice positions he'd love rubber band body in. Shaking his head, glad of the white face paint and stage lighting that concealed his flushed complexion, and the large belts that hid, ahem, other things, he got back into the bass line before he was missed.
After the show, when the guys were sitting around sweaty and over exhilarated, it wasn't as simple to keep his eyes off the flat bare torso. There was chanting and singing outside the bus, and would be for hours, but Jon had told them they had a long journey ahead and shouldn't go out. Ashley and Jinxx had nodded, seeing the wisdom in that, but both Andy and CC were sulking, never wanting to displease fans. Jake was nowhere to be found, Ella was on tour with him thoug
Chasing Scars: Chapter Three
The dark ladder had led the two into a labyrinthine city of decaying grandeur. Andy guessed it must have been there for several hundred years at least, though who had thought to build a hidden city among the sewers of costal California was a complete mystery. The buildings were tall, but chunky, as in chunks were corroded right off them. They had holes for windows and doors and were made of a smooth solid grey, somewhere between concrete and tarnished silver. An eerie green light which came from some hidden source half illuminated the streets, making the shadows that cloaked everything appear even blacker. In the corners of eyes unaccustomed to the gloom, Andy swore they were dancing.
As they got further into the tunnels, he could distinctly see suspicious eyes watching them from every window and every darkened alley. Manex paid them no heed, striding on and on like Christopher Robin in search of the North Pole, but they gave Andy shudder
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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