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The Devil knows my Name	By : exelon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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John tackled down his ex and without mercy he knocked her out cold. His ex-wife’s minions stared at him and at the crazy woman lying unconsciously on the ground. John stood up and glared at them with all the rage he sported against the whole world. He was just a lanky man with tousled hair but he was a scary enemy at that point and when the leader was down, all the henchmen ran out of there to save their own skin.

“Jackie…” murmured John but Marilyn ordered him to untie them at once. John obeyed. He felt terrible when he helped his former boss free and went to Twiggy who was glaring at him with a cold stare.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, “I had no idea my ex would do such a thing.”

“Just get away from us and Jackie,” growled Twiggy and stood up to help others. Marilyn was hunched over Jackie and checked for any life signs. Soon Ginger landed next to her but was afraid to even touch her. John looked at Jackie who was carefully lifted up from the ground and cuddled against Ginger’s chest. Her body was limp and the blood was smeared all over her skin and clothes.

“She’s barely alive,” whispered Marilyn when everyone gathered around her and Ginger. Twiggy nodded and smiled a weak smile as he closed his eyes gratefully.

“Because of you we have lost her almost twice,” hissed Twiggy and went to the others who walked out of the warehouse. John was left behind with guilt. His ex still lay on the ground and the puddle of blood glistened in the daylight shining in from the open door. Twiggy’s words echoed in his head and burned a hole into his soul.
***
Hospitals were a place, where no one wanted to be. The smell of drugs, the color of white and green, the hushed voices, the needles and scalpels, the doctors with grim faces and sick people in wheelchairs, the irritating presence of death drove anyone insane who stayed there too long.

Ginger was starting to feel that way again when the reporters didn’t stop encircling the hospital and asking stupid questions. Why the world needed to know everything? Oh yeah, he was a public… what was it called again? He didn’t want to be on every magazine cover with the headline: “Crazy woman robs Ginger’s happiness” or something like that.

Jackie lay in the bed with serious concussion and numerous broken ribs. The internal bleeding had been stopped in time but she had needed the transfusion. Her blood type had been the same as Ginger’s and he had been happy to donate for his beloved fiancée. He would have given up on everything to see her wake up. The doctors had put her into medically induced coma so her body would have peace to heal.

“Want some coffee?” asked Twiggy who had stepped into the room and found Ginger beside Jackie with a worn face. The tour had been cancelled and loads of people were angry but also felt for the tragedy that had struck Ginger. Marilyn had found it a perfect timing to take a break and just be for him.

“Yeah,” said Ginger weakly and wiped away some tears running down his gaunt face. Twiggy nodded and went out for a moment to return with two cups of steaming coffee. Ginger took the coffee but wished he could drown his misery in strong alcohol like everyone else. But no, he just had to stay awake and worry himself to death.

“Has there been any change?” asked Twiggy and dragged a chair next to Ginger and took a seat. Ginger looked up to the monitors quietly peeping and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he muttered and looked at Twiggy who looked like he needed a shower. And a good night sleep.

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s strong,” said Twiggy and looked at all the flowers that were in the room. Almost everyone in the world, who cared about her and loved her, had sent her flowers, cards and little fluffy stuffed animals. It didn’t look like hospital room at all anymore. The sweet smell of flowers made his head ache a bit but the coffee was even worse. Twiggy also wanted to pour shots down his throat but figured the nurses wouldn’t let him in there anymore if he’d show up drunk.

Ginger sighed and drank the coffee. He looked at her and smiled a little when he found her beautiful. She was paler than usual but there was a slight smile on her lips. Jackie must be seeing a nice dream, he figured and kissed her forehead and lips before standing up to stretch his legs.

“I need a walk,” he said and asked Twiggy to come with him.
***
In the shadows of the night John sneaked into the hospital and found the room where the Sleeping Beauty slept amongst the roses and pink balloons. There was no one there, which was just perfect when John took off the black hood of his jumper and leaned over Jackie.

“Hi,” he whispered and touched her face when he sat down on the edge of her bed. “I want to apologize for everything I have done to you,” he said and curled his fingers around her dark lock of hair.

Slowly she turned her head and opened her hazel eyes. She was under strong sedatives and painkillers and didn’t understand much that was going on around her but the touch on her cheek had woken her up. John watched her in silence and smiled while holding the stinging tears at bay.

“I want you to know how much I love you,” he said and kissed her gently. A shaky hand touched his face when he pulled away from her. John covered her small hand with his and brought it to his lips.

“Is this a dream?” she asked and looked at him with her doll-eyes. John smiled sadly and shook his head.

“No, Jackie, this is not a dream,” he said and held her warm hand.

“Have you come to take me away?” she asked quietly. John frowned a bit and tried to understand what she was meaning with that. Did she want to go with him or… did she believe he was the angel of death coming for her?

“No,” he murmured and gave a little squeeze to her hand.

“Then you have come to leave me,” she said and looked away from him. John gulped and felt a sharp sting in his heart.

“I don’t want to leave you. Never. But I have caused you so much pain,” he tried to explain, “It’s better if I go and you could have a happy life with Ginger.”

Jackie continued to stare the roses until her eyes grew tired. John sighed and for the last time he stroked her hair before leaving.

“I will love you forever,” he whispered and kissed her. A single teardrop landed on her cheek and then he was gone.
***
The first day of her life was her wedding day.

Jackie stood before a mirror in her white gown glittering in Swarovski diamonds and pearls. The dress made her look like a fairytale princess. Her bridesmaids were bustling around her, applying the make up, fixing her perfect curls and laying out the veil.

Weddings took place in France in a huge castle with 1200 guests. The music world had come to witness the union with their own eyes. There had been an invitation to a supermodel that had been the bride’s stepmother for fifteen years. It had been a polite gesture and everyone hoped she actually wouldn’t show up to ruin the perfect day. Media was pushed out of the gates and only authorized photographers were allowed to take hundreds of pictures.

“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” said Marilyn who had stepped into the dressing room. Jackie turned around and smiled.

“Thank you,” she said and hugged him.

“Right, lets get this show on the road,” he said and ushered the giggling bridesmaids out of the door and took a look at her. He set the white veil before her face and offered her his arm. Marilyn was the one to give her away because Jackie’s father was dead.
***
Ginger was going insane from the waiting. The light music playing to set the crowd’s mood was not helping either.

Where is she? He started to fear that Jackie had run away and left him all alone but then the bridesmaids in pale pink fluffy dresses started to walk in and he relaxed. She was coming after all.

The music changed and heads started to turn to see the opened door where stood Marilyn in a black tuxedo with a bright red necktie and Jackie in all the white glory. She was like an angel floating closer with Marilyn who was so tall besides her, making her look sweet and fragile.

When Jackie reached to Ginger’s side, he forgot everything about the ceremony that was droning on. Jackie was his whole world and nothing else mattered. She was looking up to him and smiled her little secret smile that melted his heart. How could something so pretty, sweet and kind be his?

“Do you take this woman to your lawfully wedded wife?” was the question that wakened him from his deep thoughts. He looked at Jackie and suddenly he couldn’t say a word.

“Oh, no,” muttered Twiggy when he sensed trouble, “He’s fucking up.”

Ginger was lost. Marilyn elbowed him slightly to get the thing moving again.

“Yes, I do,” said Ginger and the crowed sighed. The nerving tension was over and then it was Jackie’s turn. She had no problems making up her mind that only indicated how much she wanted him.

“And now I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” echoed in Ginger’s ears when he lifted the veil and looked at happily smiling Jackie whose eyes where sparkling with tears of joy. He leaned down and kissed her. The deafening applause erupted from the crowd and Marilyn was the first to congratulate them first in the line.

The wedding party was over the top. People were having fun for three days and in the end Ginger was happy when he and Jackie could finally go to their honeymoon. Jackie had planned it to be mixed with loads of spaas on Caribbean islands.

“I love you,” moaned Jackie against his lips in the limo when they drove to the airport. Ginger smiled. He was drunk from ecstasy and her.

“I love you more,” he groaned and kissed her more passionately. From the corner of his eye he saw a big truck coming at them over intersect. Ginger grabbed around her tighter and ducked.

The truck crashed right into the black limo and rammed it out of the road into a wreck. Cars crashed into each other when drivers hit the breaks to avoid the truck right in front of them. There were loud crashes and screams. The smoke filled the air with the stench of motor oil, fuel and burnt tires.

Ginger lifted his banging head and looked down. Under him laid Jackie in her white outfit. It had some drops of blood on it but other than that it was perfect. Her pretty face was turned to the right a little and her eyes were closed. She looked like she was sleeping.

“Jackie?” asked Ginger and brushed his fingers over her cheek. She didn’t stir. He glided his hand down to her neck and checked for her pulse.

“Jackie?” he called her but his voice quivered and cracked. He didn’t hear the noise anymore, he didn’t feel the pain in his legs anymore nor did he smell the toxic fumes.

He had had so high hopes for their life – he had wanted to settle down for once and all and have children with this woman. A nice big house somewhere in Miami where it was warm and sunny every day with kids running around in the garden. He had wanted to come home from tours to his wife who loved him and to the kids he adored. A home.

But the center of his life was dead.

Third time is the law.

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