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There's Something About Zacky	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Raven walked in to the front lounge as ready as she could be to meet the crowd with her new body. The rest of the band was already milling around waiting for her, a definite first, usually they were waiting for Brian or Matt. When she walked in everyone turned and looked at her, three sets of eyes widened and a fourth flashed happily. “What?” she looked down at herself thinking she was missing something. She had decided on knee high black leather boots, a black and red leather skirt, and her favorite deathbat t-shirt, baby doll cut of course.

“You look great.” Jimmy breathed. Raven looked up and cocked her head to the side, “Then why are you all staring at me?”

Brian burst into laughter, “Zacky—Raven, you really have no idea what you look like do you?” he came over and hooked his arm in hers, “C’mon love, we’re probably gonna have to beat the boys off you with a stick on the way to the stage.” He said happily walking with her to the door. She held him up for a moment and looked back at Matt, “I came up with a name. Venom.” Then she and Brian left. The other three shook themselves out of their daze and followed them off the bus.

Maddness. That was the only word that could describe the concert, the fans, the media. They hadn’t told anyone before the show that male Zack was going to be missing; the guys in the crowd didn’t seem to mind at all after the initial shock, but he got quite a few death glares from the ladies. She stuck to the back of the stage with Jimmy for most of the show.

Her four band mates shot her worried looks every chance they got when she didn’t take her usual place by Brian during the duets. It killed her to not stand next to him but she was unused to the harsh looks from the kids and she didn’t want to further incite their anger.

During their break Matt addressed the issue, “Za—Raven what’s wrong?” the three backstage surrounded him while Brian’s squealing guitar solo echoed through the arena. She shrugged fidgeting with the hem of her shirt and looking at her boots. Matt’s arm slipped around her shoulders, “We’re right here Zacky, nothin’s gonna change that.” He nuzzled her head and she looked up smiling.

“Jimmyyyyyy!” Brian wailed into a microphone. The drummer laughed and headed out to his drum set. Matt let her go and soon they were out on stage again.

Raven pressed against Brian’s shoulder when the duet for Beast and the Harlot started, he smiled happily and the girls down front trying to get his attention glowered at her. Despite that everything finally felt right, the stage, the lights, she felt like herself again.

After the show the good feelings disappeared, she was back to being a stranger. In order to keep her story believable she had to fake ignorance of pretty much everything. Jason hustled up to her smiling brightly, “Hey, I can take that for ya’!” he yelled over the roar of the crowd. She, of course, knew exactly where it needed to go but slapped a smile on her face and handed him the guitar. He gave her a wink and then bustled off to get it packed with all the others. Her four friends were already over handing their gear over to the technicians and roadies so she ambled over to them.

She was over conscious of everyone’s stares and she kept her head down hoping no one would bother her. She wasn’t sure she could handle any of the road crew flirting with her. Someone smacked her butt when she was almost to the safe haven of her friends. She yelped and froze unsure of what to do and feeling three different kinds of humiliated; she could feel her face flushing a bright red but kept her eyes glued to the ground with the dark screen of her hair obscuring her peripherals. The hoots and hollers from the other roadies could still be heard though.

“Hey!” Matt’s bark ripped through the backstage like a thunderclap and everyone fell silent. An arm decorated with familiar demons circled her waist and pulled her close to Brian’s warm body, “C’mon Zacky, we’re goin’ back to the bus. We’ll let Matt and Jimmy rip these guys apart.” He murmured. She finally took her eyes off the floor and looked up at the angry drummer and singer. If they had been dogs they probably would have already mauled whoever it was that touched her. As it were, they contented themselves with leveling each person with a deadly glare. The roadies continued to bustle about to get their set taken down but the chatter had been reduced to only necessary commands.

“Where’d Johnny go?” she whispered. Brian jerked his head in the direction of the dressing room, “Changing into something less noticeable, he’s going out with some of the guys from other bands.” He pushed open the exit door and the relative stillness of the night greeted them. The loud shouts from the roadies and thumps from heavy equipment hitting the floor of the trucks were muffled. Loud stereos and drunken singing from carousing fans were distant and they could easily be tuned out. Since they were the headliners their bus was the closest, for which Raven was grateful for, her feet were killing her.

They made it down the steps when a shadow disconnected itself from all the rest and approached them. Brian stiffened the tiniest bit but Raven didn’t feel threatened. They were under a security light and literally four steps away from sixty or more people who would gladly tear apart anyone that tried to lay a finger on them. The man entered their small halo of light without hesitation. He had an air of cockiness about him and didn’t hesitate to look both of them in the eye.

He was fairly non-descript, plain brown eyes, unremarkable brown hair, and a polo t-shirt and slacks that could be picked up at any clothing store. He did have a large scar marring his right hand though. It wasn’t a graceful scar like some of the ones he and his friends had, it looked like something had tried to rip his skin off and had mostly succeeded. He stared at Raven for a long minute and she had the sudden feeling that she knew this strange man. Her confidence in her safety fled to the way side; though it appeared Johnny could beat this guy bloody he gave her the creeps.

“Can we help you?” Brian asked with a faintly threatening undertone. The man finally looked away from Raven and focused on Brian, his eyes narrowed angrily when he caught his muscled arm around her waist. He recovered quickly though and met Brian’s eyes again, “I just wanted to see the newest addition up close.” He said amicably. The guy’s creepy factor rose two notches and Raven shifted a little closer to Brian. He was talking about her like she was a scientific specimen to be studied.

“Right,” Brian said with a noticeable dose of sarcasm, “you can get a good look from the other side of a barricade, beat it.” As he finished Matt, Jimmy, and Johnny exited the stage and without hesitation came down the stairs and surrounded them. Matt was still throwing off some pretty violent vibes and Raven pitied anyone that decided to mess with him in his current mood. Unless it was the creepoid that was staring at her again, she would prefer Matt grind his face into the cement.

The man was either unimpressed or hiding his fear well, he kept his focus on Raven, “What’s your name?” he asked lowly. A low growl rumbled through Matt’s chest and Raven kept her mouth shut. It would be all over the news tomorrow, hell, it was probably already everywhere on the net; if he was so interested in her he could find it himself. His eyes narrowed again when she didn’t answer, “What’s you name?” he asked louder, angry. Raven’s temper blended with her growing fear and she glared right back at him, “Figure it out for yourself, freak.” She hissed. The man’s anger faded and a flicker of pain flitted across his face, like he was hurt by her words. Then the anger returned and after a final glare at her he stalked back into the shadows.

Raven let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and leaned against Brian. “You okay?” he asked quietly. She nodded, “Guy was just creepy.” She felt Brian nod in agreement, “Fucking loony.” Then he sighed, “Matt, let it go. You can’t maul every wack job that approaches us.” He gave her a little tug and they started for the bus again. Said singer was still glaring at the shadows but he took a step back closer to them, “Something was really off with that guy.” He muttered. He shook himself a little and finally started following them.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, for everyone else. As soon as Raven had her pajamas on and was two seconds from sleep her phone rang. Cursing whoever it was that was calling she answered snappishly, “What?”
“Where the hell is my Zacky!” her mother screeched. Raven cringed, “Mom, this is—”

“Don’t give me that bullshit! Who the hell do you think you are opening old wounds like this?” she was still screaming at her and, only half listening to the rant, she got up and headed for the back lounge where she could explain her sudden change in sex to her distraught mother more privately. “Momma,” Raven started, the woman on the other end of the line made an indistinct sound of rage and she launched into another screaming tirade. Raven decided the best way to deal with her was the same way she convinced her band mates. She needed to think of something only she would know.

She grimaced when she came up with it, but it was still something only she would know. “Mom, I can prove to you that I’m Zack.” She said during a lull in the screaming. She took a deep breath and dropped her voice, still mortified after all these years, “When I was thirteen you caught me masturbating to a picture of Matt.” Her voice cracked with the last word but the other end of the line was silent. The only people in the world, the universe, that knew about that were him and his mother.

He didn’t consider himself gay because of that, he’d only done it the one time, the one time his mom didn’t knock before entering his room. He had only recently discovered the joys that came with the awkwardness of puberty and even then his sex drive had been very healthy. Back then Matt had been just as awkward as him, but he was already starting to bulk up, the plushy lines of baby fat melting away and leaving rounder, tougher lines of growing muscle.

They’d spent the day at the beach, like they did practically every Saturday, causing trouble and razzing each other. Matt had actually picked him up, something he had not expected, and yelling like a sissy he’d wrapped his arms and legs around the slightly taller boy without thinking. Before Matt tossed him into the water there had been a moment of absolute clarity when he realized how firm yet soft Matt’s body was.
When he’d gotten home later that day the feeling was still there and he’d been almost appalled when he pulled off his swim trunks and found himself half hard. He’d tried flipping through his hidden stash of Playboy magazines to find something else to think about but none of the deliciously nude women held his interest. The picture of him and Matt sitting on his desk though brought him to full attention and he had decided that just one time wouldn’t hurt anything. And then his mom had walked in.

“Zacky?” She wasn’t yelling anymore and Raven shook herself out of the embarrassing memory, “Yeah mom, it’s really me.” She said quietly.

“Oh my God, Zacky! How? When…you could have told us, it would have been a shock but you know the family would have supported you.” She sniffled. Raven pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it for a confused moment, “Mom? What the hell are you talking about?”

“The sex change Zacky, you could have at least prepared us for it.”

“I didn’t go through this willingly!” Raven yelled, embarrassed again. The other end of the line was quiet for a moment, “You didn’t? Someone forced you to get a sex change?” her mother sounded appalled. Lightly thumping her head against the wall Raven started her sketchy explanation, “No mom. I went to bed yesterday the same guy I’ve always been and when I woke up this morning I was a woman.” God, had the day really been that long? She looked at the digital clock on the DVD player, yep. She had discovered her new sex almost exactly twenty-four hours ago.

With that revelation weariness settled on her, she sat down on the floor, too tired to stand anymore, “Mom, can we finish this tomorrow? I really need sleep.”

“Ah, yes, sure…Zacky.” Her mother stuttered. “Night sweetheart.”

“Night mom. Oh, and mom, don’t tell anyone okay? I’d rather everyone think I have a sister than think I’ve gone through some bizarre sex change.”

“Okay hon, I’ll call you tomorrow.” And with that she hung up. Raven hung her phone up and dragged herself back to her bunk where she curled up and happily fell asleep.

The dream should have been annoying at this point, the repetitiveness of it all. But still she found herself cowering in terror of the shadow above her. Something was different though, usually the shadow and the words were impassive, neutral. Now the words were angry, the shadow a pit of malice. But just like every dream before, the pain from the loudness of the words and anger of being pinned down combined and she took her defiant stand, swinging at the shadow. And then the dream changed again, instead of burning her hand the shadow swatted at her with enough force to knock her down and make her ears ring.

She sat up gasping, sweat soaked hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She felt her face, no bruises or any other damage. The dream was always so real though. Shakily she got up and stumbled to the bathroom closing the door and flipping on the light. She looked like hell. Her face was pale and drawn, her hair was scraggily and chaotic, there were dark circles under her eyes and the remnants of tear tracks down her cheeks.

She rested her head on the edge of the porcelain sink and tried to get herself under control again. The day was going to be hectic, people now knew that male Zack wasn’t with the band and his sister, that he had never spoken of was now a stand-in for him. She should’ve gone home when Matt told her to.

Shaking herself a little she turned on the sink and started cleaning herself up. When she finished scrubbing her face she checked the mirror again; the circles were still there though they’d lighten some, the tears were gone, her hair was somewhat tamed and her skin was glowing a healthier pink. Mission accomplished. She thought grimly to herself. She had no idea what had brought about the scarier version of her nightmare but she was pretty sure she preferred the other.

Stepping out of the bathroom she was confronted with a mostly silent bunk area. Johnny was snoring lightly and every now and then Jimmy muttered something in his sleep but her friends were still deep asleep. She was momentarily caught off guard, she figured at least Brian would be up. When he didn’t spend the night drinking he was usually an early riser. The bus was silent though. Tip-toeing back to her bunk she pulled her phone out and checked the time. Swearing as quietly as she could she rolled back into the darkness and pulled her pillow over her face; she’d only been asleep for two hours.

“Fuck. Me.” She muttered into the material. She flipped the pillow off her face and curled on her side facing away from the curtain and tried to go back to sleep. After ten minutes of staring at the wall she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She wasn’t tired anymore. The nightmare had scared away the sanctuary of sleep. Her eyes were starting to feel gritty and her body wasn’t settling comfortably. Growling in frustration she reached under her bunk and felt around for her Ipod. If music didn’t succeed in putting her out cold she would just get up and start drinking coffee.

Sleep came at last, though she wasn’t sure when. Wakefulness came without its usual vigor or refreshed feeling, instead she had a throbbing headache and feeling deeply unsettled. She stumbled her way to the front lounge where the rich smell of coffee led her to the pot of heavenly brew. Brian was the only other one up and even that was looking iffy. He was sprawled out on the couch with his own mug he blinked slowly when she came in and gave a half-hearted wave. Raven returned the gesture with a nod and sat at the table.

The unsettled feeling was still strong, though she couldn’t remember any other dreams except the nightmare. Sighing she looked out the window and watched the scenery streak by, they’d be at their next destination soon enough. It would probably be overrun by the press looking for her; she scowled at her ghostly reflection and decided to think through her cover story later. They also had a signing to do, which she didn’t mind at all; meeting the fans always put her in a good mood. Unless it’s some creepy guy that corners you in the night outside of the stage. She amended quietly. Just thinking about the man made her feel a little nauseas. She sipped a little more of her coffee and turned her mind to more pleasant, if mundane, matters. What was she going to wear today?

When Johnny Christ finally dragged himself out of bed at one o’ clock she decided it was time to get dressed and ready for the day. She dug a few articles of clothes out of her bag and claimed the tiny bathroom. Once inside she glared at the stack of clothes. Right on top lay her arch nemesis. The bra. As many as she had taken off in her male form she figured she shouldn’t have an issue with it, but the simple garment had proven itself a worthy adversary. She stripped off her shirt and picked up the material by the strap still glaring at it, “Okay. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.” She growled at it. She actually wasn’t sure what the easy way was but she was hoping she would figure it out today. She definitely wasn’t going to ask Brian for help again, that had been beyond awkward.

After ten minutes of struggling she finally tossed it on the faucet and stamped her foot angrily. Who the hell came up with that God awful piece of clothing? Would anyone notice if she didn’t wear it? She looked down at her chest, someone was definitely going to notice. Muttering curses she dug her phone out of the pile of clothes and texted Brian. A moment later there was a soft knock on the door, she had shrugged back into her night shirt and when she opened the door Brian looked her over with a small smile, “You didn’t get very far.”

She scowled at him and he snickered, “What are you going to do if I’m not here?” he asked conversationally. Shooting a murderous glare at the bra Raven muttered, “I’m going to figure it out by tomorrow.” Turning her back to him she pulled the shirt off again and slid the bra on and in half a second he had it hooked. He pressed a quick kiss to the back of her neck before he left, shutting the door behind him. Once she had her shirt on she stared at her reflection wondering what to do with her hair.

Wearing it down had been more of a pain than she wanted to deal with two days in a row. How did Brian do it? With it constantly blowing in her face and tickling the back of her neck she considered chopping it off more than once yesterday. Well, Brian had chopped most of his off hadn’t he. Her black mass fell down past her shoulder blades and naturally curled at the fringes. In the light it shimmered like wet ink, it was very pretty when it was down. If she just combed it out a little she’d be ready to go…no, she was not doing that again. Shrugging she decided the easiest thing she could do with it was a ponytail. Once her hair was up she left the bathroom feeling much better about the day.

Everyone was still tiredly sipping their coffee, Johnny also nursing his killer hangover, when she bounced into the front lounge and plopped down between Matt and Johnny. Both gave her surprised looks, “What’re you so chipper about?” Johnny grumbled rubbing his temple. Not put off by his snippy attitude Raven answered, “I didn’t go out drinking last night.”

Johnny grimaced, “Don’t fuckin’ remind me.” And he hugged his hot mug closer. Jimmy and Brian were on the couch opposite of the table talking quietly with each other, probably about a song Jimmy had been teasing everyone with. Lyrically it was still rough, but it was cleaning up very nicely; the parts he’d actually shown them at least. He knew it was just the way the two of them worked but to anyone else though it might have looked like they were whispering sweet nothings to each other. Brian was sprawled out, much like he had been, but now he was mostly on Jimmy’s lap and chest looking up at him. Jimmy had both arms around his abdomen gently hugging him and keeping him from sliding off the couch.

She snorted and shook her head. Brian and Jimmy looked over at her at the same time, “What?” they asked in unison. Laughter bubbled out of her but she didn’t answer. Matt rolled his eyes playfully, “You two could go back to the bunks ya’ know.”

It took both of them a second to catch on to what they were laughing at, Jimmy lightly kissed Brian’s cheek and nuzzled the side of his head which sent the guitarist into a fit of giggles. Brian snuggled closer to Jimmy still laughing, “No reason to be jealous.”

“God, can you imagine what kind of mail we would get if someone saw them like that?” Johnny asked shuddering and quickly hiding again from the light. Matt and Raven started laughing again, “Oh man, no, no, no. I don’t want to think about that.” Matt gasped. Brian had a thoughtful look on his face, “You have to give them some credit, I mean, they’re really creative.” He laughed when Jimmy smacked his thigh, “No.” he said sternly and the guitarist laughed harder.

“I’ll bet you wrote some of those.” Johnny muttered out. Raven didn’t think the two on the couch could hear but Brian smiled evilly, “Only the ones with you and Matt.” He started laughing again when Matt chucked a wadded up napkin at him and Johnny made a gagging sound.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get ready.” Matt said jumping up and heading to the bunk to get changed. Brian rolled off the couch to his feet and pulled Jimmy up with him.

“That is not the conversation I wanted to have first thing in the morning.” The drummer sighed. Brian snickered and kissed the side of his neck before he followed Matt to the bunk area to get ready. Raven was still smiling a little but her mind was elsewhere.

Usually the weird stories some of their fans wrote about them made her want to clean her eyes and mind with bleach but now that she was thinking about the few excerpts she’d read she wasn’t filled with the same revulsion. Instead they were…exciting.

A/N: I Liiiiiive!! Sorry for the long wait, the summer has been super busy. This will probably be a shorter story with shorter chapters so I’ll try to get the next one up ASAP. Thanks for reading and reviewing =)
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