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Long, Hard Road Out of Hell	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 2983 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: As you know, I still do not know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic. This story is, of course, fiction. This was written for fun and no profit will be made.

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Author’s Note: ‘Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it's easier than explaining what is killing you inside.’ - Joker (The Dark Knight)

Chapter Fifteen: First Shot Fired

    Staring at the TV flickering in an eerie darkness, a pair of bloodshot eyes glares at the program playing before them. A grizzled, vein covered hand crushes a near empty beer can, spilling the foamy, amber contents onto the offending appendage. The cool liquid dribbled down his knuckles as a low growl emanated from a bare, muscled chest. “Th’lil whore is fuckin’ successful. Has even become a singer!” hissed a spiteful baritone as a tall figure staggers to its feet.
    “She deserves to be suffering, as God would have it for laying with the devil,” growled the voice, sounding more agitated as time went on. With a low curse, the hulking person threw the crushed can at the screen; breathing harshly as the crumpled aluminum tinked off the thick glass of the crt screen.
    Suddenly, all the tension went out of broad shoulders; a sickening grin curling stubble encrusted lips. “Unless her punishment is my job, as is a father’s right. Yes, God must be leaving this little heathen’s punishment up to me,” cooed a lighter version of the earlier voice, sounding close to being demented. A crazed cackle filled the lonely, filth filled room; cockroaches running for cover due to the sudden sound. Then a meaty hand was snatching for a well read gossip rag. Mean eyes read a memorized address just to be sure all the numbers and letters were in the right places in his mind.
    In another room, in another city; a thin woman is pacing while hazel eyes stare at a phone on a coffee table. Some part of her wants to call her daughter to warn her of what was coming. The other part wants to leave well enough alone. She had caused enough of a disturbance already. She had been so convinced Manson had brainwashed her in some way, had lured her precious girl into a life of debauchery. Seeing Meagan so scared of her had shattered that illusion. In that moment, she had been forced to reevaluate all the years with her troubled offspring and had been disturbed at what she saw.
    In a lot of ways, she had unintentionally hurt her beloved daughter when all she had wanted to do was protect her. Her anxiety usually got the best of her, forcing her to do things rashly and without much thought for what was really going on. All she wanted was the situation to end quickly, not really noticing just how she got there. She had said and done many hurtful things as a result, not really thinking about them until now. It had taken her too long and her interference now could only cause more stress. Yet, she found herself truly scared of Terry for the first time since she had divorced him. She had only caught the barest of glimpses of him on her way to her hotel, not wanting to go back home until she had found some way to resolve things with Meagan.
    He’d had an odd expression on his gaunt, facial hair coated visage, seeming to be smiling while baring his teeth at the same time. Just seeing him had made a chill go down her spine. She had been here for months. Had he been hanging around for the same amount of time? If he had been, what was he planning? Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. Grimacing, she ran a hand through her hair as she looked at the only contact she had; Amanda. The young writer had stayed in contact in an effort to make sure the matriarch wouldn’t go crazy.
    It had been two months of peace, Raven taking to the separation with an almost startling ease. Even Johnny had felt comfortable enough to take jobs again, having been gone for most days out of the week now. Yet, he came back every night; cuddling up to Raven and ensuring she knew he was there before he simply passed out from exhaustion. Acting may not sound hard but it took a lot of endurance. Several scenes had to have reshoots until the director was satisfied, the repetition wearing on most people fairly quickly. Not only that but being in character in and of itself could be draining. You were basically pretending to be someone else, wearing their worries and habits as your own. It was was far too easy to lose yourself.
    There were also times where he was expected to be a certain emotion on command, regardless of what he was really feeling at the time. Not to mention all the action scenes he could perform in a day. It felt like he had run a week’s worth of marathons in one day and he was nowhere near as young as he used to be. Right now, he was working on a ‘Pirates’ movie; something much more intensive than some of the other roles he’d been offered. He did a lot of the less dangerous stunts himself and he often came home bruised because of it. It felt nice to be able to cuddle up to a warm body. Being able to feel the baby growing inside her was a large bonus.
    It didn’t really matter to him that the child was decidedly not his. He had yet to be allowed to have actual sex with Raven but that didn’t put a damper on his relationship with either her or Brian. He was just grateful to be allowed near her, to be allowed to be a second shoulder should she need it. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was deprived of sex. His former friend had a near insatiable hunger and the woman in his arms gave amazing oral. He was more than satisfied with what he was given, especially with how much the pair meant to one another.
    Nuzzling into ebony hair, he allowed his hands to roam her growing dome; letting out a soft rumble of contentment as he began to slip into unconsciousness. At three months, the bump was small; almost not there. But he could still feel it, a smile coming over his tanned face as he sunk into a comfortable dream. He would protect this family with his life, thankful for the fact Ginger and Jonathan were down there keeping watch. They had been since Brian had left, much to Amanda’s deep displeasure.
    Said journalist woke up alone most mornings, to her annoyance as well anxiety. Mostly, she was worried that her husband wasn’t getting proper sleep. She wouldn’t put it past him to stay up as long as he possibly could, drinking gallons of coffee in the process. While she didn’t really blame him, she wanted things to turn more into a changing shift type of situation. At least until getting security had been sorted out. Finding a reputable but cheap agency in California was proving to be nigh impossible. At least Johnny’s old guard had a good lead, they had just been having problem getting through via phone. Sighing as she swung her legs of the bed, Amand placed her hands on her seven month tummy.
    It wouldn’t be much longer until she needed him to be aware enough to drive. She certainly couldn’t count on either of the Johns. Davis only came at night while Johnny’s time at home was sporadic at best. She had no guarantee either of them would be around. She also felt extremely awkward about even asking them, only really wanting Ginger and Raven there with her for the birth. Her only solace was that at least the night guard was keeping her friend’s exs at bay. Raven’s safety was just barely below Ginger’s on her priority list.
    The slightly younger woman was a sister to her despite a lack of any blood tie between them. That was one of the reasons why she had no real plans to move out. Having lived with her closest friend for so long, it seemed inconceivable to be alone now. She hoped to even raise their children together, as twisted as this environment was. She had no doubt her own baby would grow up to be rather strange. Especially with Pogo around. Running a hand over her face as she got up, she forced herself to think of different things; her hair a fuzzy, brown halo around her head.
    Across from her, Raven and Johnny were just beginning to stir; the sound of footsteps making her smile slightly. Her friend had been handling the long months without Manson fairly well. She kept herself busy recording and writing new music. Even drawing a few pictures, something the former artist hadn’t done since she became a singer. It made Amanda feel a bit of hope that the broken woman might actually be recovering. Unfortunately, that sensation disappeared like a cloud on the wind as soon as her phone began to ring and she saw a familiar name on the display. “What does she want?” the journalist hissed before accepting the call.
    Oblivious of what was happening in the room across the hall, the former freelancer gave Depp a good morning peck on the lips before getting out of bed to dress herself. Today would be another long day, her producers wanting to record music videos before she got too noticeably pregnant. Unfortunately, the duets with Manson would have to wait until he was off tour again and therefore would have to wait until after she’d given birth. At least she wasn’t entirely alone, behaving much more calmly than she ever had in the past. She almost felt safe, even with her exs hanging around on the fringes of the property. It certainly helped that Davis and Ginger were keeping watch.
    Still, she knew her little bubble wasn’t permanent. Davis was likely to go on a tour of his own at any time and Ginger was leaving as soon as Amanda was settled with the baby. In all likelihood, the writer would be going with him. She would need a lot of help with a newborn and would want her husband around as much as possible. With Johnny likely being busy with his own career, this would leave her in the hands of the bodyguard; a prospect that left her more than a little nervous. Being alone with a man she didn’t know didn’t set her much at ease, no matter how professional he was. She would always be worried that he would do something in the back of her mind. Suddenly she wished for the comfort of Jerome. But he likely had moved on long since Johnny had decided he didn’t need him anymore.
    While he’d been a jerk at first, he and his brother had become good friends of hers. Also the two had given good recommendations, but it just wasn’t the same as actually having one of them. While Charlie had only been a limo driver, he was still intimidating enough to make the pair outside think twice. Sighing as she moved down the stairs, she was startled when she smelled something already cooking in the kitchen. Knowing Jonathan and Ginger were likely asleep, that left the possibility of an invader.
    Immediately, her heart began to race in her chest; fear dumping into her system as her dog bounded down the stairs behind her. The canine stared at her owner with a perplexed expression, curly tail wagging slowly. Then she was moving into the kitchen, not so much as reacting to whoever was in there. This fact did nothing to soothe Raven’s jangled nerves. Lady only reacted that way with people she knew and the people inside this house weren’t the only ones inside that bubble. Still, she doubted it was either Miah or Tony making breakfast in the kitchen.
    That left an extremely small window with one possibility, the very thought of it leaving a sour taste in her mouth. Moving past the sleeping men on the couch, she hazarded a peek into the room; preparing to order her mother out of the house. What she saw came close to making her chin go right through the floor. It was Jerome, a gleeful glint in his cerulean orbs. “Morning Raven! What do you feel like eating,” he boomed, looking like he was barely holding in laughter.
    “What on Earth are you doing here?” she uttered before she could stop herself, clapping her hands over her mouth as her cheeks flushed.
    “Johnny wanted to surprise ya. Guy is like family so of course I jumped at the chance to be a guard for you,” the burly male responded simply, flipping a sausage patty he had been frying. Raven could only stare, feeling utterly gobsmacked.
    Amanda, on the other hand, was staring at her phone. She both hated and loved the woman for what she had done but the writer now found herself faced with a hard decision. Whether or not to keep Terry’s presence a secret from the woman downstairs. The knowledge would do nothing but stress the other woman out but, on the other hand, it would at least help her be aware that there was real danger out there. Nibbling her lower lip, she stared down at her phone as she pondered if she should call Manson for his advice.
    While he was a bit of an ass and she still didn’t like him much, he did have Raven’s best interests at heart. Still, would alerting him make him come home prematurely? With his career on the line, the journalist found herself reluctant to take this step. The best she could do was talk to Johnny. He was fairly level headed and likely to give give a rational response. Yet, that wouldn’t make this any easier. If Terry really was as off his rocker as his former wife had said, she had no clue just how far the man would go. The scariest thing was, when she had known him, he had gone pretty damn far. Taking a deep breath, she slipped out into the hall; catching the star just as he was about to go down the stairs. “Hey, uh, we have an even worse situation than her exs,” she began, getting his attention in an instant.
    Raven was just nudging her would be guards into a wakeful state when Depp and her childhood friend entered the room, their somber faces sinking her good mood like a ship. A feeling of doom began to fill her as she made a beeline for the pair, questions on her lips while anxiety dumped into her system. The way they avoided her gaze did nothing to assuage this. “Raven, honey we need you to stay calm. If you get too upset, it could be bad for you and the baby,” Johnny reasoned while Amanda rubbed the back of her head nervously.
    “Just tell me what’s going on,” she murmured, her voice tense as she braced herself for horrible news.
    “Your mother called Amanda. Your father is in town,” he continued, barely there to catch her in time as she fainted soon after he had finished speaking.
    A loud ringtone filed the dark room, earning an irritated huff from a dreadlock crowned form. Reaching out a black nailed hand, he took the device and pressed it to his ear as he sat up. “Yeah!” he hissed, his tone clipped and angrily due to being awoken from a deep sleep. A figure next to him shifted, hoarse snores shuddering for a few moments before continuing smoothly. After a few moments, the erect figure was on his feet; throwing on a pink dress as quietly as he could. Inwardly cursing, he kept an eye on his ex while he hastily made himself decent; fairly running into the body of the bus.
    The band, who had been sleeping on the couch, chairs and floor, continued to snore; undisturbed by the violent entry. Narrowing his dark eyes, the man known as Jeordie White walked up to Pogo and gave the dangerous keyboardist a gentle kick in the ribs. Sitting up with a sputtered burst of swearing, the mohawked male took a swing in his half awake state; missing horribly and ending up face down on the carpet for his efforts. Sitting up to glare at his assailant, the hyper musician was stunned to see Twiggy. “Th’fuck Twigs?” he groaned, rubbing his side as he slowly got to his feet.
    “We have an emergency, get everyone up. Its about Raven,” came the curt response, setting a fire under the other man’s ass.
    In moments, he had the half alive band conscious; sour expressions on make-up smeared faces. All of them had spent most of the night drinking is celebration. So far, all the tours had been a massive success; bringing in sales Manson hadn’t had in years. Since Raven was so popular, she seemed to be bringing attention to him; the exact opposite of what his agent had accused her of doing. To say the singer had been smug about it had been an understatement, buying the band booze so they could drink in his stead.
    Since they had gone on tour, he hadn’t touched a single drop. A fact that still astounded his band. They were more used to him drinking them all under the table, continuing on until he had passed out. Not to mention the fact he hadn’t even looked at the groupies, leaving them for the rest of the band. The only person he bothered to have sex with was Twiggy, since he was the only one Raven had vocally approved of. A fact that seemed to suit Manson perfectly fine. Gender never really mattered to him as long as he found his partner attractive.
    Right now, Jeordie was getting everyone to settle down enough to have a talk with his small family. After that, they could decide whether or not to share the news with their slumbering boss. “Raven’s dad came back,” he announced, encouraged by the deadly sounding rumble that rippled through the gathered men.
    “Fuckin’ asshole. Why can’t he leave her alone,” Tim hissed, irritation clear in his accented voice. John 5 nodded in agreement, cracking his knuckles as a serious expression crossed his beautiful visage.
    “What do we tell the boss?” Pogo asked, looking ready to cause some serious violence.
    “I was hoping you would tell me, cause I have no idea. As of right now, he has no clue of what’s going on,” the effeminate guitarist replied, looking perplexed as well as worried.
    All of them knew that if they told him, the rockstar would likely want to turn around. Yet, if they hid it from him; he’d never trust them again. All the progress he gained toward trusting people would be lost. It was not an easy decision to make, either way. Only Tim seemed unperturbed, getting to his feet with an utterly neutral expression. “If we are trusting Raven, we must put our trust in Marilyn. He already decided to continue despite finding out she was pregnant. He may handle this in a perfectly rational manner,” the towering Swede pointed out, cracking his neck as he walked to the front of the over-large vehicle.
    The three left behind could only ponder on his advice, feeling ill at ease despite how much sense it made. None of them expected him to take the news well, especially since he knew more about the situation than they did. Still, telling him had to be better than allowing him to backslide into the temperamental asshole he had been before. The openness and general better mood had also been hard won, giving them more incentive to be honest. The only thing left was to choose an unfortunate messenger.
    Standing in front of the closed door, listening to the snoring on the other side, John 5 found himself hating the men behind him. Without Ginger around, he was apparently lowest on the totem pole; a fact that irked him to no end. He didn’t want to be Manson’s chew toy but found himself with little choice, Pogo having threatened to dye his hair green if he didn’t do it. So, with another glare at the cowards behind him, Fiver raised a closed fist to knock firmly on the faux wood. His heart only sank when he got no response whatsoever. “I really don’t want to go in there,” he whimpered before opening the door to poke his head inside.
    The sheer darkness that greeted him was not encouraging, reminding him of some horrible beast’s lair. The rough, wet snores coming from the figure on the bed only completed the illusion. Licking his dry lips, the prissy guitarist was going in; a cold sweat coming over his brow as the form of his band leader shifted. “M-marilyn?” he squeaked out, his voice barely loud enough to wake a mouse. Clearing his throat, he took a breath and tried again; his call a bit louder as he moved closer. He was rewarded with a soft groan as the larger man moved to sit up.
    Still geared to expect things hucked at his head, John 5 flinched as the groggy male focused his matching eyes on his underling. “Mmph, Five? Th’fuck ya want? One of the guys start chokin’ on his own vomit or somethin’?” he slurred, looking dimly concerned.
    “No, its nothing like that. Its more about Raven. Her father came back,” the musician announced, gulped as the rock star pulled himself up to his full and rather intimidating height. Then, without doing anything to the informer, he was stomping out into the main body of the tour bus.
    After a rather heated meeting, Manson was calling Raven to check on her; pacing while all manner of horrible things raced through his mind. The second she answered, relief overtook him; a flurry of questions pouring out of him as he continued to move. “Well, Jerome came on as my bodyguard so I don’t think I have much to worry about anymore. On top of that, Ginger and Jonathan have been keeping watch at night long before he showed up,” came a response that made him collapse as all his anxiety left in a rush.
    “Oh, thank fuck for that. Also, remind me to thank Fish for his help,” he breathed as he sank into the couch, leaning into Twiggy as the other man took a seat on his right.
    “Not a problem. Don’t worry about me, I have plenty of people around me to help keep me grounded. How’s the tour going?” whispered a soothing voice on the other end, making him chuckle as his eyes closed.
    “Just fine. Missing you like crazy. Hope those record execs aren’t pushing you too hard,” rumbled his baritone as he felt his exhaustion overwhelm him in a wave. Knowing she was safe was doing wonders for him, allowing him to slip into sleep before he’d even noticed what was going on.
    Staring at the snoring phone in her hand, Raven giggled as she hung up. Given the time of day, the poor man had to be exhausted. It was to be expected with the fact he was on tour. Still, she had to wonder if he was back on the alcohol. While she hadn’t fully expected him to ever stop, she had been pleased by the change. Over all, he had become much more pleasant and open since he had given up the sauce. Just thinking about him starting up again made her feel deeply sad due to that reason.
    Placing her phone back in her pocket, she reached for the plate of bland hashbrowns Jerome was handing her. “Feel better?” Amanda whispered, watching the pale woman as she began to pick at the food.
    “Y-yeah. You think he bought it?” asked the former freelancer shyly, not liking the fact she’d had to pretend like that. If she let on how scared she really was, Manson would be on his way home now. Job be damned.
    “You sounded perfectly fine. He’ll be okay,” Johnny assured, shifting his gaze to the two men that had been on night guard since Manson had left.
    “As for your father... None of us are about to let him anywhere near you, especially Jerome,” Davis assured, pursing his lips as a slight frown came over his pale face.
    The exhausted drummer by his side could only nod weakly, looking like he was ready to drop on his feet. Seeing how unsteady he was, Amanda darted forward to help support him; walking him toward the room they shared. Watching the pair with a grim expression, Raven turned her focus to Jonathan. “If he volunteers tonight, you say no. He needs sleep. I could say the same for you but I have no right to tell you what to do,” she whispered, her voice harsh as she took a bite of the hashbrowns.
    “Same could go for Ginger but I understand where you’re coming from. He has a wife and a kid to think about while I don’t. I’ll make him lay off for a few days,” the metal star agreed, tensing when there was a knock on the door.
    Jerome was moving before anyone else could, a serious expression in his blue eyes as he swung the door open. Raven, who had peeked out of the living room to see who it was, was treated to the expressions of several paparazzi. They all looked like they had swallowed a cactus, going pale while their cameras dropped. Then they were gone, practically leaving a dust cloud in her wake and doing wonders for her confidence. Her exs and her father may be abusive, but they were also cowards. There was every chance they would turn tail just the camera hounds.
    Still, buried deep inside her, there was a part that doubted it would go that smoothly. All three men were determined to do some sort of harm to her and they all had their ways of accomplishing it. Her father was especially devious, not really being known to be afraid of anyone or anything. While cowardly, he might not be all that put off by Jerome. In fact, the bodyguard would simply force him to become more covert. There was also the possibility that the two parties might join forces.
    While there was no love lost between Terry and Tony, the two men had a common goal. Miah was likely just along for the ride and not truly invested in causing any harm. Shuddering and wishing Manson was there, Raven was all too glad when Johnny sat next to her and took her in his arms. “It shouldn’t be much longer,” murmured the thespian, his voice soft and reassuring as he placed a kiss on her temple.
    “Key word is shouldn’t but tours can be a bit of a crapshoot. There might be delays or performances might be added on,” she sighed, grateful for the attempt to reassure her.
    “Still, like I said, I’m not too worried. As long as we have Jerome here, everything should be fine,” the former artist declared, leaning into the thespian’s muscled chest.
    Watching his haunted lover lurking in the bushes, Miah wondered just what he was doing here. This wasn’t the first time either. All of this was heading in a direction he wasn’t entirely comfortable with. As much as he hated to admit it, this was going down a fairly deadly path. It was beginning to look a lot like Tony wanted to kill their mutual ex or at least hurt her badly. Just thinking about what his lover told him happened the first time made him shudder. This time was bound to be much worse. “What are you boys doing?” murmured a low, neutral sounding baritone that made the hidden pair jump out of their skins.
    Glaring up at the stranger, Tony lifted his lip in a sneer as he got to his feet. “The Hell do you want?” he hissed as Miah straightened to offer what support he could.
    “Same thing you do, I’d wager. Revenge,” replied the much taller stranger, a deranged grin curling mustached lips.
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