Counseling | By : AchtungNight Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Los Angeles, California. November 30, 2008
"It's not true!"
"What's not true?" the frumpy woman reporter asked, leaning close to the burly middle-aged actor she was interviewing on the TV screen.
"Evan Rachel Wood and I are not dating!" Mickey Rourke snarled. The former boxer's brown hair was sparse and disheveled. He wore a black leather jacket, white T-shirt and denim jeans. "Evan's a good friend, that's it. Tell that [bleep] wit who wrote that [bleep] in the paper I'd like to break his [bleep]-ing legs."
The well-dressed man seated behind the office desk clicked off the television. He then turned to the blond weasel-faced man in the gray suit in front of him. "Well, Gary, do you want to explain yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pink," Gary Parker replied carefully. "I forgot Mickey Rourke had emotional problems. The source who told me about him and Evan Rachel Wood seemed plausible. I guess they weren't speaking truthfully."
"Maybe they were," Ted Pinkerton said with a shrug. His long curly black mullet shook as he laughed. "I've been a celebrity tabloid editor five years now, Gary. These people lie about their relationships all the time. Did you forget? You've been doing this longer than I have."
"I guess I did forget, T.P.," Gary answered, smiling. "Thanks for reminding me."
"No problem. Nadine, did you think Mickey Rourke was lying?"
"Maybe," said the plain brunette woman in the tan cardigan and slacks sitting next to Gary. Nadine Holliday pushed up her glasses and looked at the middle-aged hippie leaning against the wall beside her chair. "I really couldn't tell, though. Baxter, what about you?"
"Don't ask me," Baxter Page said. "You know I don't like to speculate about celebrities' personal lives."
"Come on, Nadine," Ted said. "You used to work for Weekly World News. Baxter, you were an embedded photographer for the military. I know you've both dealt with false stories."
"Yes," Baxter agreed. "I couldn't tell whether Mickey Rourke was telling the truth or not, though. I guess I'm out of practice."
"I never made up any of my reports for WWN," Nadine answered Ted's inquiry. "I checked my sources and avoided liars."
Gary frowned. "Nadine, I've read some of your articles. 'Benevolent Secret Society Runs the World'?"
"The Friendship doesn't run the world, Gary. They just try to influence it and inspire people to share knowledge, charity and freedom. They have members who are politicians, teachers, priests, doctors, even celebrities. There may be one of them sitting in this room right now."
"Nadine, your other stories can't be real," Baxter said. "What about your series on 'Living Stone Gargoyles'? Living stone gargoyles fight crime in London, Austin, San Francisco, Tokyo and New York City? Yeah right."
"They do. They're also hunting pirates in Southeast Asia."
"Why didn't you add that they were guarding the Amazon rain forests?"
"I heard rumors about the Amazon. I couldn't verify them."
"You want to believe that, fine. I don't though." Baxter hoped she would not catch the lie in his voice. "What about the story you did right before WWN went out of print? 'Descendants of Ancient Chinese Heroes Re-enact their Ancestors' Greatest Deeds'. Are you sure that wasn't just live action role-playing?"
"Yes. I've also interviewed aliens, Bigfoot, Bat Boy and the Loch Ness Monster. They're all real. I get my copy by letting controversial figures sell themselves and being nice."
"Wow," Gary said. "Hard to believe WWN folded with all your intrepid journalism."
"The other reporters used to call me 'Nutso Nadine'," his opposite replied with another sigh and adjustment to her spectacles. "They preferred to make up their articles. I have to say, though, that I've encountered more phony stories since I got into celebrity tabloids than in all my seven years at WWN."
"They could be true," Ted said. "They attract readers. That's why we print them. Whether they are real or not doesn't matter. Do you actually think Mickey Rourke should be seeing someone like Evan Rachel Wood?"
"No! He's almost three times her age! I agree we should discourage them. Is it real, though? I know Evan and Mickey just did a movie together called 'The Wrestler' but I thought Evan was dating Marilyn Manson!"
"She was until a week or two ago," Ted replied. "Our agency has heard conflicting rumors about their split. Some say Evan's brother Ira was living with them but Manson kicked him out for rent delinquency. Others say Manson was abusive towards Evan and tried to get her hooked on crack and heroin. Then there's this Rourke thing. Evan herself says the breakup was amicable, but is that going to sell?"
"I believe Evan, not the gossip," Nadine said. "Unlike Mickey Rourke, Marilyn Manson has never been in jail for intoxication or assault. Manson lives the role of a Satanic cardinal, but it's all an act to get attention. He's really an okay person."
"That's not what I've heard," Gary countered. "Manson has had two divorces and most of his fans' parents hate him. Religions dislike him also. Even I can't stand the man."
"Well, too bad," Ted inserted himself. "I have a new job for the three of you. Gary, TMZ loved the series you did on Evan and Manson. Nadine, they think the way you got Rourke to deny Gary's story about him and Evan was great too. I'm putting both of you on the Evan-Manson breakup. Find out what's really going on with that couple. Baxter, you're their chaperone."
"Excuse me, sir, but I don't think this is a good idea," Baxter said. "Manson doesn't like speaking to the press. We've handled his divorces very badly. Evan may not talk to us either. She's been saying she and Manson are taking some time apart to concentrate on their work. Gary's source was no longer an insider in Evan's life and he was very bitter. Evan described him as desperate and selfish. I think we should back off from her. She deserves her privacy."
"The heck with that!" Gary said. "This story is great! Baxter, tell Ted who our source on Manson and Evan was."
"I can't, Gary. Remember how he asked us not to identify him?"
"Come on, Baxter, we're free agent tabloid reporters! Who says we have to be ethical?"
"Why don't you do it then?" Baxter glared at Gary and mouthed the words "Eliza Dushku".
"Never mind," Gary said. He turned from Baxter and looked towards Ted. "What do you want us to do, Mr. Pink?"
"Manson is having a party at his Beverly Hills home tonight," the editor answered. "Evan should be there. The three of you will infiltrate and get some footage with these hidden cameras." He took three small devices out of a drawer and put them on the desk. They consisted of tiny microphones and lenses disguised as mirrored buttons. Hair thin wires connected them to small batteries and flash memory drives.
"Whoa," Nadine said. "Spying on people like this is illegal."
"We do it all the time, Nadine. I used to work with the Pelican before I started this agency. He was the famous private investigator who covered tabloid stories and celebrity divorces."
"Yes, and now Anthony Pellicano is in federal prison."
"So don't get caught," Ted told her with a shrug. "You do want to keep your job, right? You need more seasoning, Nadine. You can't get celebrities to give you the real dirt by being nice to them. Right, Gary?"
"Hell no, boss," Gary replied. "I've been trying to teach Nadine that. She disagrees, though."
"Is this true, Nadine?"
"Yes. I've found that people treat you better if you're respectful and don't put words in their mouths. I acted that way with WWN and it got me many good contacts."
"Well, I need you to tone it down some. You're going to work with Gary and learn to be different."
"On this Manson thing? Ted, are you sure it will profit? The print tabloids are sick of Manson and they think the Evan Rachel Wood story is over for now."
"Well, TMZ thinks otherwise. Harvey Levin wants us to examine it further."
"May I interject?" Baxter asked. "I read the Enquirer a few days ago that Evan is dating Joseph Gordon-Levitt now."
The editor shook his head. "I checked into that. They're just friends, it's not yet serious. You know how the Enquirer likes to amp things out of proportion. Can the complaints, people. If you don't want to do this, I'm getting someone else." Ted made an odd gesture at Baxter and then waved at the microphones. "Sound department assures me that these work fine. If the worst should happen, you can press this button here and erase all data recorded on the flash drives. I trust that won't be necessary. I have arranged for you all to have invitations with phony names and costumes so you can enter the party. I'll pay double your usual fee if you grab something good."
"That would be great, Ted," said Baxter, who had recognized the gesture. "But what if the wrong person spots us? Mickey Rourke knows Gary's face and byline."
"If he's there, you better avoid him. I don't want any confrontations. Get one on tape if you can't get out."
"What about Manson?" Nadine asked. "I tried to interview him last Monday and he started lecturing me before I could ask the first question."
"Let Gary coach you on that. He's great with religious nut-balls. Did you see him interview Kirk Cameron on Friday's TMZ?"
"Yes, but..."
"Nadine, loosen up," Gary said. "These guys make it so easy for you to crucify them before the world it's laughable. I could feel Kirk handing me the hammer and putting his hands in place on the cross while I pounded in holes."
"Gary, I don't like being mean to people."
"Get to like it," Ted ordered. "You're in a different industry now. Are you all free tonight? Can you do this?"
Baxter frowned. "Um, yeah. I just need to make one phone call."
"Gary? Nadine?"
"Sure, T.P.," Gary said. "You had me at 'well, too bad'."
"I guess I'll do it too," Nadine said. "It's not like I have a date or anything." She sighed, hoping more than she bargained for in getting into celebrity journalism was not waiting in the wings.
"Oh yeah," Evan Rachel Wood moaned, pushing her plastic stake harder into her loins. "Oh!"
The actress was tossing and turning on a bed, her nude body the one spot of color against the black sheets. Her pale skin and pink nipples shone in the room's dim light. Evan's limbs were long and firm, her muscles tight after the years of martial arts training she had undergone in adolescence. She still practiced and kept herself fit in the present. A scar on her belly was the one obvious flaw in Evan's perfection. Her pussy was shaven with a very prominent clitoris. Long waves of ash blonde hair fell about her beautiful face.
"Oh!" Evan hissed again as she jilled herself with the stake. Her other hand was roaming over her torso in pattern, pinching her nipples and tracing spirals on her chest and belly. Just over twenty years of age, exercise and experience showed in her movements. Evan's pale blue eyes stood wide open in her cherub's face as she approached orgasm. Her mind ran rampant, meditating on her past and current circumstances.
Since age twelve, Evan had slept naked and masturbated to orgasm upon awakening almost every morning. She liked to get up in the early afternoon now but there was no other difference in her resting and rising practices. Her ritual helped Evan steel her heart for the challenges she faced each day and remind herself that life was not all about pain. There was so much agony in Evan's world.
Evan had been involved in acting since childhood. Her parents owned a theater and she found her career there watching the people on stage. When she joined the theater's casts and Hollywood talent scouts in the audience noticed, a stream of film roles soon followed for Evan. She wowed fans and critics alike in movies including "Thirteen" and TV shows such as "Once and Again". It was known in the film industry that if you wanted a beautiful troubled teenager with a twist, Evan Rachel Wood was among your best cast choices. Evan took to her roles with relish, not caring about their repetitive nature. Performing was something she wanted to do.
Sex was also something she wanted to do. Her parents had grown up during the sexual revolution and continued it into the modern day. The Woods took Evan to a private camp called "The Pines" every summer where nudity and swinging were very much in evidence. Evan watched the people there with fascination, feeling both thankful and jealous as they left her out of their tantalizing activities because of her youth. At age twelve, things altered when all of a sudden Evan's newly awakened hormones overwhelmed her. Now she was clearly able to identify what she wanted from the gorgeous naked bodies she saw around her each day. However, she still could not achieve it.
People avoided Evan because her body was not yet fully developed and they were intimidated by her movie star status and precocious wisdom. Evan was attracted to a pair of Pines regular families named Hughes and Coulter, but all their interesting boys and girls failed to notice her attraction. They were too busy settling each other's urges. The same was true of all the other Pines patrons. Evan's adolescent yearnings constantly lit a fire under her loins and she was forced to satisfy it herself. She also researched sex heavily at libraries, wanting to know as much about it as possible when her time to have it came.
When she was cast in the TV drama "Once and Again", Evan was exposed to many concepts most shows about teens deemed too radical to explore. Divorce, sex, drugs — "Once and Again" depicted everything. Evan longed for real experiences to mirror her character's scripts and was frustrated when no one wanted to help her out. Then the third season arrived.
Mischa Barton, another young actress, arrived on the show to play a new love interest for Evan's character. The network executives wanted a ratings rise and figured putting in a bisexual teenage relationship was a good idea. The stunt did not work as well as hoped. Even so, Evan and Mischa still found themselves fascinated by the concept. Mischa had enjoyed a childhood like Evan's and starred in three foreign films that explored sexuality among teens. She was not innocent with either sex and was ready to show Evan all she knew. Evan was a very eager pupil.
Evan continued to find lovers among her co-stars as her career progressed. "Once and Again" was canceled and she split from Mischa, but then came "Thirteen" and Nikki Reed took over. Evan was shocked by the depths of the other teenage actress's fetishes and depraved mind. Soon she was open to and captivated by almost any sort of sex. The fact that she had yet to lose her heterosexual virginity was no concern. Evan knew she wanted boys as well as girls. Her role in "Pretty Persuasion" taught her much about manipulation and she entered her next film intent on seducing every cast member who drew her eye.
After an intense day of getting to know her and each other, Evan's fellow "Upside of Anger" actresses Keri Russell, Alicia Witt and Erika Christensen succumbed to Evan's advances. Their male co-star Dane Christensen followed a few weeks later. The discoveries that Alicia was holding back her own bisexual desires and that Erika and Dane were both flexible swingers despite being part of a controversial repressive religion added spice. Keri also taught Evan many new fucking techniques, learned through a maturing process similar to Evan's own.
Erika introduced Evan to a London nightclub called "Inside Out" and it was there that Evan met her first serious boyfriend. Jamie Bell was a young English actor who starred in the dance drama "Billy Elliot" and several other films. Evan already had a huge crush on him before they met. Finding out Jamie had a similar attraction to her incited their relationship. Erika and Inside Out's owner Doug Ramsay tried but failed to keep Evan and Jamie from taking things too far too fast. Both were over-eager, Jamie in particular since he was still a virgin. He was scouting the Soho dating scene trying to find someone worthy of being his first sexual partner. Evan was thrilled at Jamie's choice of her and gave him her heterosexual virginity in exchange.
They dated for nearly three years after "Upside" ended, traveling back and forth between England and the United States. Their couplings remained passionate as Evan matured and her mind expanded further with her continuing sexual research. Evan loved Jamie, her friends from "Upside", and many other people. In 2006, Evan got bored with Jamie, finding him no longer interesting. He was also quite possessive of Evan even though they had enjoyed many threesomes with Erika and other girls. This upset Evan and she finally left him. After the split, Evan looked hard for a different person she could love as much.
Memories of the older man she found came into her thoughts and her self-stroking increased in fervor. Evan squeezed her breasts hard and pushed the stake deep into her pussy, imagining it was Marilyn Manson's dick. The stake was much wider and longer than that organ, but it was still a good image. Evan breathed heavy as a tide of lust swelled under her skin.
Evan met the Gothic rock star Marilyn Manson at a Los Angeles nightspot named "Tech Noir" as she looked for a new mate. He was friendly towards her and disproved many of her preconceived notions about him. Evan had enjoyed Manson's music in the past, yet the public image of the man himself bothered her a bit.
"I am the Anti-Christ Superstar!" Manson told the world. "Be like me! Bow down to me! Fuck me!" He put out similar themes in his music and other work. Teenagers and college students cheered at Manson's homilies and entered the Goth culture to their parents' dismay. The press regularly swamped Manson with rumors about kinky sex, drugs and other indignities, increasing his infamy as the rock star refused to deny anything. He also appeared to ignore the scandals' other effects on his life.
"I've been engaged twice and married once," Manson told Evan when she asked after he bought her a drink at Tech Noir. "Both my wives were very kinky and in love with me. They couldn't take my lifestyle and reputation, though. Rose found her desires going in other directions. I was too much for her and being with me was hurting her career. I let her go before we even got married and now she's with some famous director in Texas. I'm told he has the same sexual preferences I do but he's not watched by the press as much. I've also heard gossip about a mansion in Malibu where Rose hangs out with other women. I don't know how true that is. I've never been invited to the place, nor do I know any man who has."
"What about your second wife?" Evan asked, enthralled.
"Dita and I are still married," Manson admitted. Then he held up two fingers an inch apart. "It's this close to breaking up, though. I try to keep things open but she only wants me for herself. I don't want that. She also wishes I would give up this whole persona." He indicated his leather pants and jacket and his long black hair and white-painted skin. "Dita forgot this is what made her fall in love with me in the first place. I don't get her anymore. Divorce will happen as soon as one of us finds someone new."
Evan went home with Manson that very night and his marriage ended a few weeks afterwards. Manson was very interested in Evan as a sexual partner and a person. She liked how he lived as himself without shame. From Manson Evan learned more kinks than she had ever known existed. Manson also aided her career growth by casting her in his music videos. All throughout, he stood by her side and listened to her dreams. Evan was shocked when Manson told her he was more in love with her than he had been with his wives. It didn't matter that she was half his age and they lived different lifestyles.
"You are my twin," Manson said. "You inspire me and make me long to fornicate with you. I want you in my life forever."
For a time, Evan also wanted that. Then she observed that all her friends were distancing themselves from her. None of them was interested in getting to know Manson, reviled by his infamy and the image he exuded. They accused Evan of turning into the same type of person. Evan disbelieved at first.
"Come on!" she tried to tell her friends. "I'm just in love. Manson's a great guy. It's not like I've been bitten by Dracula or possessed by the Devil!" No one listened to her. Even Erika, Evan's most tolerant girlfriend, turned away from Evan when she asked Erika to join her in Manson's bed. She grew isolated more as time passed and complained about it to the only one who would still listen.
"Never mind your friends," Manson told Evan with a strange tone in his voice. "They may be beautiful people, but if they don't like me, too bad. You want me, Evan, right? Forget them. Stay with me. I will give you everything."
Evan embraced Manson's words and allowed herself to drift far from everyone but him. She tried not to let her new closed world get to her. Manson was always there, soothing her horny body and uneasy mind.
"Oh yeah," Evan breathed, clawing her cleavage with long nails as she recalled one of Manson's favorite techniques. She stabbed her clit with the stake in the same motion, clenching her jaw and throwing back her head. Recollecting the changes in her life filled her thoughts with further joy.
Then she got to the recent developments and felt disappointment. The press became more interested in Evan than ever before when she began dating Manson. Evan had to work hard to avoid their attention. Fans took the opposite tack. "Why are you with such a weird older man?" they asked Evan. "Aren't you afraid of him?"
"No," Evan insisted. "I love Manson. He loves me. Accept us, please." Her fans turned away, shaking their heads just like her friends.
Movie producers did not follow this lead. Evan retained a strong independent film career and continued to wow critics as she picked and chose her roles. She preferred scripts that intrigued her and did not care about awards or money. Her true fans and friends would always be interested in her no matter what, Evan believed. Manson was such a person and supported her. She was content with that.
Evan's confidence was only on the surface, though. She was anxious inside, dismayed by the consequences of her new love life. Everyone but Manson saw her as a stranger now, even her own family. The press kept lampooning her too, making up rumors that Manson would not prove wrong. Soon it even affected Evan's work relations.
"You're a fascinating young actress," the Oscar winner Michael Douglas told Evan when they starred together in "King of California" and developed mutual respect. "You're perfect for your role in this film and I am certain more great parts lie ahead of you. You remind me of Erika when I first met her in 'Traffic'. You're someone whose talent can only grow. However, you need to ditch this rock star you're dating. Staying with him can only hurt you."
Evan rejected this advice and continued seeing Manson. "It's my choice," she said when asked why. "I know what I'm into and it's not as bad as it seems. I can live my life. Let me be who I want to be." Fans and friends alike continued to disregard her pleas.
It wasn't until her last movie, "The Life Before Her Eyes", that Evan found someone willing to give her sympathy. Uma Thurman and Evan were playing older and younger versions of the same character and this encouraged them to get very close to each other. They didn't sleep together since Uma was not into women, but Uma did give Evan much advice.
"Just live," Uma said. "You control who you are and where you're going, not anybody else. If you let them dictate your life for you, that's one thing, but you're not doing that. That's good. If you like Manson, stay with him and let it develop. Sooner or later people will get used to you. I've seen it myself with all my failed relationships and years of celebrity. You need to unwind and take things as they come, Evan. You didn't think fame would be that easy, did you?"
Evan smiled and quoted "Kill Bill", her favorite film of Uma's. "For a second or two, yeah, I actually did."
Settling down for a while, she resumed her enthusiastic relationship with Manson. He was happy she was with him but also seemed distressed by something. Evan probed and learned things she had never known. Manson admitted a cocaine habit. It was a rumor the press had long suspected but never been able to confirm. Manson had hidden it from Evan as well. "I'm getting off it now," he said. "I love you and I know that as someone who's performed in multiple anti-drug films, you wouldn't want to be with me if I continued doing cocaine. Therefore I'm quitting, Evan. I'm quitting for you."
Evan was overjoyed by this, yet disturbed that Manson had kept it from her. She helped her rock star through his withdrawal, using techniques from several Narconon texts Erika had given Evan over the years. Manson had been in rehab before but did not want to go again because of increased press attention. He asked Evan to aid his self-therapy instead and she agreed. Evan didn't want Manson getting hooked on some other drug while he got off cocaine and she also wanted him to find and face the causes of his addiction. Evan was knowledgeable enough about "cold turkey" drug-kicking techniques to use Narconon for this and separate the Scientology aspects from the programs. Evan was tolerant of Scientology, thanks to her friendship with Erika, yet she knew she did not want it as a strong force in either her life or that of her greatest love.
Narconon worked very well for Manson, better than all his prior stints in rehab. Thanks to it, he kicked both drugs and excessive alcoholism. A doctor attended Manson throughout, monitoring him with regular physicals. After three months on the vitamin and exercise regimen, his health was restored. "How did you know about this stuff?" Manson asked. When Evan told him, Manson demanded to meet Erika. "I want to thank her." Evan rejected the idea, believing Erika detested Manson. Then she remembered someone else she hadn't talked to in a while, Erika's brother Dane.
Dane and Evan were lovers no longer. She had stopped seeing him after his exit from acting and subsequent arrests. Upon contacting Dane, Evan was surprised to learn he had recently broken up with her older brother Ira. She always knew Ira liked guys and girls but he had kept his relationships mostly secret from Evan even as they acted together in several films. "I was forlorn," Ira explained when Evan asked him about Dane. "He was fun for a while. Then Dane got into his church and met this weird woman and he didn't have time for me anymore."
Evan called Dane back and invited him to visit her and Manson. She told Dane what she had done to help Manson and he was pleased. "It's good Narconon worked for you," Dane said. "It doesn't always succeed since you have to stick with it on your own and not be turned off by its closeness to Scientology. But if you are able to manage the program, you will never touch drugs again."
Invited to visit, Dane re-entered Evan's life and brought his friend Jessica with him. Evan was shocked when she met the Scientology cleric Jessica and her vile followers. Together with Jessica and Dane, the latter trio of nasty bull-baiters personified every horror story Evan had heard about Scientologists. The fact that Evan had never before known anyone like them worsened things. Evan was terrified beyond all reason that Dane was with such people.
As she visualized them, Evan shivered. The Wicked Witch's theme from "The Wizard of Oz" had played in her mind when she first saw Jessica and now it did so again. Jessica wore a black skirted suit and had her dark hair in a bob surrounding huffy wide-mouthed features. Evan thought her voice might be hypnotic if one did not already know the things it espoused. Her hazel eyes appraised the world and found it wanting. It was unnerving in particular that Jessica's left eye did not seem to follow her right. Evan conjectured that it was glass.
Jessica's snow-white skin and looming heavyset figure might be beautiful if not for the ugliness within them. Her three fat, short and lean minions followed her like an entourage in their bright-colored coats. Dane came along as well, a stocky young man with a hangdog face and a dark buzz cut. Jessica had a black falcon with her on the first day too, but Manson asked that she leave her pet outside his house and Jessica did not bring it again.
The group of Scientologists spoke much to Evan and Manson when first they visited, pleased that they had found success in Narconon and offering further church programs. Manson turned them down flat. "I got off drugs without all this," he said. "I don't want or need any of it. Thanks, though. No offense."
Evan's reaction was more confused. "Dane, I've been your friend and Erika's for five years now. You've never approached me about joining Scientology before. Why is it necessary?"
It was difficult for Dane to answer and he looked away whenever Evan brought up Erika or the rest of his family. Jessica and her three followers — by this time Evan had learned they were brothers named Feshbach — interposed snide commentary and scripture, irritating Evan further. Evan grew bothered by these fanatics and Dane's simpering acceptance of their presence. At one point she cussed out them all and threw their literature at Dane. The group admonished each other for their attitudes, then left. Evan and Manson were certain their self-reproach was false.
Jessica, Dane and the Feshbachs returned the next day. This time they were more earnest and did not bring up religion. Unsettled, Evan and Manson spoke with them. Dane and Evan were friends again for a while and she shared with him her conflicted feelings about Manson. Evan also told Dane about her new film "The Wrestler" and her kidding acquaintance with co-star Mickey Rourke. In good spirits, Dane shook hands with Evan and then offered to clean up her current image as Manson's toy by installing Jessica as her publicist. Evan said no and the now unwelcome guests departed again.
Manson consoled Evan after these visits, telling her not to feel angry. It wasn't her fault that Dane and the Feshbachs were who they were. "My namesakes both had terrible experiences with Scientology too," he told Evan, referring to the actress Marilyn Monroe and the serial killer cult leader Charles Manson. "I was into it a little myself in the nineties, so I know it's not all bad. However, it sure doesn't do much to dispel its dark side, huh?"
Evan agreed with Manson, although she hoped that Erika was still one of the exceptions to Scientology's troubled image and not the same as her brother or his new associates.
"If you have faith she is not like them, so do I," Manson told Evan. "All my years in the music industry have taught me never to take people at face value. Look at me. Am I my name? Am I really who I appear? What is real anyway? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best. As long as you know everything's a lie, you can't hurt yourself."
"Not everything's a lie, Manson!" Evan insisted. "Our love is real, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is," Manson said after considering. "You're right, Evan. I'm glad I met you. Before, I had trouble getting close to people. I was always afraid they would leave."
Evan stroked herself with greater fervor, recalling the coupling that followed Manson telling her this. She inhaled and exhaled, trying to banish all negative thoughts from her mind.
Jessica and the Feshbachs intruded with their smart aleck sneers. Evan used memories of Manson and his support for her to make them go away. She also remembered Erika and that not all Scientologists were evil. Erika liked me for me, Evan brooded, even though she rejected me after I started dating Manson. She was my friend and a good Scientologist. She lived the values of her creed in a way the Feshbachs did not and therefore proved that they alone did not represent their religion.
Please tell me Erika hasn't become like her brother now, Evan prayed to God. I know Dane had problems and sometimes looked for help in the wrong places, but Erika was smarter than he was. She let other people be themselves. She was my friend and lover and I want her back someday. I need her to accept Manson and me. Erika's taught me so much. Please, give me the bravery to reach out to her!
Manson joined in Evan's prayers and even enacted an augury with his associates from the Church of Satan on her behalf. "Erika's alright," Manson told Evan after the ceremony. "She may be a different religion than I am, but like me she accepts that carnality is humanity's true nature. I know this because the Friendship and my church have said it to me."
The Friendship, Evan reflected, a Masonic order spread out around the world. Erika's a member and her boyfriend Doug Ramsay is a Viceroy. They inducted me; however, I'm not very active. Like the Church of Satan, all you have to do to be a Friend is hold the membership. The society won't solicit you unless they find you're someone they want, but once you're in, you're in. They won't expel you, although they may investigate and punish you if they find out you don't share their values. I know they did that with Hitler, Napoleon, the Borgias and other people who used what they learned from the Friendship to harm humanity. Often when the Friendship has had to censor a member the effects have upset balances all over the world.
It was due to these upset balances, and their dreams of a world united, that the Friendship avoided conflicts whenever possible. Friends demonstrated the sort of honesty, tolerance and charity espoused by Aristotle, Cicero, Thomas Jefferson and the other philosophers who have served as their leaders. They aided people and deserting someone was not in their nature. Evan was surprised when Erika and so many other Friends cut themselves off from her just because of the man she loved.
Even the Friendship had secrets, Evan recalled, slowing the caresses she gave herself. It had existed for thousands of years and seen many empires rise and fall. The society's development and mistakes had earned it many enemies and allies. It had also witnessed other secret societies destroyed by public mistrust and outcry. Because of all this, the Friendship maintained its status as a little-known urban legend. In many cases, even leaders were not aware of the identity of other members until a need arose and a special word or gesture was exchanged.
I know Erika is still a good Friend, Evan said to herself. Manson's more active in the society than I am and he checked out her status. I was surprised when he also learned there was a Friend among the Feshbach family, Jessica's twin sister Melissa. She's a Scientology cleric who lives the Friendship's values, even though so many others in her religion reject them. I was pleased to discover Erika was one of her confession cases. Now I'm trying to stoke up the strength to approach Erika again and revive our past closeness. Manson is helpful in this, though he's letting me lead.
Evan's hands vibrated as she recalled that Manson was also stepping out of her life now. "You're distracting me from my art," he told Evan. "My image is hurting yours. I know you love me and that I will always love you, but it is best we take a break."
Feeling her heart shake in her chest, Evan ground her teeth together at the memory. "All right," she answered Manson. "You have a point. Perhaps you are not the right person for me. I've also been a little ill around you ever since I found out about your drug habit. Our lovemaking has been fading of late. Maybe I'm getting bored like I did with Jamie. I will do as you ask."
They parted, remaining close but no longer intimate. Evan began dating other people, including "Mysterious Skin" actor Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Joseph and Evan had known each other for years through thespian guilds and were good friends. She desired more but he wanted to take things slow and other people had distracted them both. I am willing to wait, Evan decided. At least I know Joseph is interested from the way he looks at me. I also appreciate his take on celebrity.
"Actors didn't use to be rich legends," Joseph said often. "This whole culture where they are is new. The aristocrats used to be the people who had the gossip and the money. In the modern day, actors are the ones. I don't know if it's entirely healthy or right." Evan nodded in agreement, stroking her tits and thighs faster as she envisioned Joseph's eyes on her. Thoughts of Manson continued to come in also, as Evan knew she was not yet through with him.
Evan still called Manson a fuck-buddy. She would star in his directorial debut when he got it finished. Even so, she was no longer his love. They announced their breakup to the press and then rumors started to appear. Evan was forced to explain some things and deny others. No, she was not dating Mickey Rourke. No, Manson was not abusing her. Yes, they were still friends. No, she did not have any addictions.
Things went on for a week, the gossip growing and then dying down. Evan used the Friendship to trace the source of the rumors when the media frenzy surged and learned it was Dane. She at once tailored her statements to the press to debase Dane without revealing his identity. Evan knew who really was responsible for the disinformation. On Friday morning, two days prior to the current day, those people showed up again at Manson's home. Evan had come over for breakfast to discuss Dane with Manson and was already there when they arrived.
Dane was not with Jessica and the Feshbachs. "It was best he stay behind," Jessica said when asked. "This visit has a different purpose than our previous encounters."
Before she could go into further detail, Evan confronted Jessica with what she had discovered about Erika's brother.
"You think I told Dane to put out those rumors?" Jessica asked. "You've got it all wrong, dearie. If it was anyone's idea, it was his."
"No," Evan insisted. "I know Dane and so does my brother Ira. We both agree he would not do such a thing himself. You influenced him to do it."
Jessica stared at her and then smiled as she noticed Evan's firm expression. "Fine. So what if I did exert such influence? You now see the consequences of rejecting me. I can create a positive image for you both as easy as I did a negative. Join Scientology and I will do it. Manson, you will have the respect of the public. You, Evan, will no longer be the squeaky shell your fans now regard you. Dane will be your friend again too. What do you say?"
The crazed holy woman extended her hand and Evan's responding taekwondo blow knocked her to the floor. Her three followers rushed at Evan but Manson's bodyguards intercepted them. Jessica glared at Evan one last time before the guards escorted her off Mason's home premises. "You will live to regret this," she said. She then fled with a cackle. Her grinning followers were just behind. Evan sighed in relief as she watched them go.
After calming down in Manson's arms, Evan at once called Dane and told him about all that had happened. "You need to remember who you are!" Evan said to Dane. "You also need to remember who your sister is. You and Erika were among my best friends. You loved me during our film and afterwards. Now you're a loser making up false stories and expecting me to be something you know I can't. You won't even speak about your sister. What happened to you, Dane?"
Dane did not reply and Evan hung up the receiver. She then went upstairs to take a nap after her ordeal.
I have to call Erika, Evan decided upon awakening in the evening. She needs to save her brother before he becomes like those other people who have ruined her church. I must tell her what Dane's gotten himself into. I pray Erika's problems with me won't interfere too much with her trusting me. We need to reconnect. I want both Erika and Dane back as pals.
Manson stopped Evan halfway to the phone. "I was e-mailed by the man you told me was Erika's boyfriend, Friendship Viceroy Doug Ramsay. He said that Erika's dealing with something very serious tonight and this isn't the best time to approach her. Give it till next week."
Evan e-mailed Doug for further details and learned that Dane had expelled Jessica from his life and was reuniting with Erika. "Good," Evan told Doug. "I hope they'll both be okay." Evan stayed calm yet obsessed for the next two days, waiting for a sign. She wanted Dane and Erika to return to her as friends when the moment was right.
Thinking of them, and Manson too, caused a new wave of ecstasy to enter Evan's mind. She let it flow across her body, shoving the stake into her cunt and scratching her breasts. She increased the intensity of her movements, rolling around on the bed and crying out incoherent words. Her thoughts had reached the present and Evan wanted to bring them to today. She could feel her pleasure coming back now, held off a short while by her review of her own life story. Evan accepted its rise, stirring her nerves with her stake and fingers. Flicking back and forth in her imagination, she called up her past lovers and things they had done. She also summoned her fantasies, both those that could never come to pass and those that might. Soon the faces of Erika and Manson took up prominence. Evan did not need to close her eyes to give them shape.
Evan's hands became their hands, touching and massaging her torso. Each whispered loving words, easing her inner pain. Other devout religious celebrities Evan knew joined Manson and Erika, including the Christian Candace Cameron and the Buddhist Kate Hudson. Evan had met Candace at Friendship gatherings and considered her a fun acquaintance. Erika had introduced Evan to Kate and they had slept together on multiple occasions. Evan smiled when she recognized the new arrivals and nodded as they spoke to the two already present. It did not take many words for them to find common ground. Differences did not matter in the face of all the visions' need to help Evan. Together they extended glowing fingers and touched Evan's body. The young actress shook under their caresses and kind whispered advice.
An old John Lennon song swelled in Evan's thoughts when the phantoms fondled her. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one... She smiled at the music, identifying it, and rubbed herself harder and faster. Evan's inner hearth burned strong now, fueled by her hopes.
Another glowing figure took shape as the mass of phantoms stroked Evan — Doug Ramsay, the highest-ranking member of the Friendship she knew. He reached out and patted her shoulder, assuring Evan everything would be okay. Evan blinked, recalling Doug was never someone to whom she had really been attracted. Then he and all the other phantoms standing around Evan flashed and flowed together into her form.
Evan screamed, feeling the mutual onslaught of ecstasy. This is ridiculous! Evan's id complained. None of these people have mystical powers! They're not really here, you're imagining this! It's a dream sequence even worse than those in your musical "Across the Universe"! Nodding, Evan informed her id that she knew all this and did not care. It was a wondrous hallucination and she would thrill to it.
Shaking and crying out on the bed, Evan kicked her legs up and down into the mattress. The stake slipped from her fingers and tumbled away. Evan's juices flowed free and she no longer needed the masturbatory aid. The towel she placed beneath her pussy to prevent sheet stains absorbed her fluids. Her fingers collected them too, stirring a simmering boil. Evan pinched her clit with force and squeezed her throbbing nipples. She also flicked the scar on her belly, a sensitive area that Nikki Reed had pierced too hard.
It took but a few seconds of this to make her explode. Evan's made-up lovers dissolved one by one into mist as she climaxed, each smiling and kissing her lips before they disappeared. Evan beamed at all of them, thanking them all for the help they gave her and telling Erika that Evan would soon be back in her life.
Another phantom appeared when Evan's body calmed. It held the face and form of Dane Christensen. "I'm sorry, Evan," he said. "I should not have brought Jessica to you. I ought not to have tried to make you something you did not want to become. You must be strong ... no, wait, you are strong. You don't need my help or anyone else's to be so. Forgive me, Evan. Forgive me. Please."
"I forgive you, Dane," Evan said, sitting up on the bed with a grin. Her hands dropped from her intimate spots and she sighed as the final phantom vanished. Damn, Evan thought. Why did he have to be just a fantasy?
Never mind, she said to herself, looking down at her naked form. She brought her right hand's fingers to her lips and licked off their coating of sex sap. Evan smiled at the taste. Flushed with receding passion, she stood up and looked at herself in the room's full-length mirror. A long black wig sat on the stand next to the glass and Evan picked it up and slipped it on, hiding her pale blonde flood of hair.
She looked over her body and smiled, pinching her nipples and stroking her loins until they became too sensitive and thoughts of further pleasure had passed. I have a party to attend at Manson's tonight, Evan thought. He's holding a get-together for Saint Andrew's Feast and he wants me to be there. Manson admires Christian saints even though he's a Satanist. Other celebrities will be at the party too. It's a costume event and I'm going as the "Dork Tower" comic character Gilly the Perky Goth. There will be dancing and music, alcohol but no drugs. Manson assured me that his security would keep all problems off the premises. It will be fun and maybe after it is over Erika will be ready to talk to me. I would send her an invitation, but Manson told me he heard things are still unclear on Erika's end. Some of her friends will show up tonight, however she can't. I hope it will be different next week.
Evan sighed, thinking of all that she had been through and what might still be lurking ahead. I fear the unexpected most, she realized. I did not predict that Dane might come back into my life as he did. Nor did I foresee that loving Manson would change me so much.
The unexpected has been of benefit also, though, Evan reflected. I felt that quite often when I filmed "Upside" and when I met Mischa and my other lovers. I think I need a reminder of how surprise can be good. I will seduce a stranger at the party tonight, a person I don't know. Manson doesn't mind people using his mansion's many guest rooms for trysts and dalliances. I wonder who I will find.
Shrugging off such thoughts for now, she turned from the mirror and walked to her closet. A frilly black gown with a plunging neckline hung there waiting for her. Evan had no engagements today but the party and she wanted to get ready to go.
"Out tonight," she hummed, donning the dress. "I want to go out tonight!"
"Clint Eastwood?" the airport tourist asked, looking back and forth at the two people standing before him. "Jodie Foster?"
"No," Jodi Lee Nichols replied. "Sorry. We're just lookalikes."
"Damn it!" the tourist fumed. "Five days in Hollywood and I didn't see one celebrity. Not one!" Gesturing wildly with his hands, he walked past the pair of Friendship spies and into the main terminal of Los Angeles International Airport.
Quite a disturbed man, Asher Stravjan said to his companion in sign language. Perhaps we should have lied to him.
"I thought so too," Jodi Lee answered, signing back to emphasize her words. She'd adopted this habit around Asher even though he was merely mute and not deaf.
They were former Special Forces soldiers, members of a team that had once fought terrorism for the United Nations and now worked for Doug Ramsay. Jodi Lee was a waitress at the nightclub Inside Out while Asher was a bartender and janitor.
Asher liked to entertain the club's patrons with juggling and other tricks. He had grown up in a Poland Gypsy community and then joined his nation's armed forces, eventually entering the elite unit called GROM. This group specialized in unconventional warfare and terrorist elimination. Asher had ranked among their best scouts. He looked like an old man even though he was only in his middle thirties with his short white hair and very pale skin and eyes. Asher's appearance was the effect of a condition called albinism, which he often countered with disguise. He was an expert in psychology and languages also, despite his lack of a tongue for the past six years.
Jodi Lee was the pride of the Australian Special Forces. As one of the few women selected to serve in the Australian Special Air Service, she excelled at infiltration and sabotage as much as Asher did. Jodi Lee grew up on an Outback ranch herding cattle and spending time with Aboriginals. She also attended a private international school in Taipei when her father moved there to further their family business. Jodi Lee was already skilled at much of the training her instructors gave her when she joined the military and exhibited well the excellence the instructors demanded. Australia employed her on counter-terrorist operations, security in the 2000 Sydney Olympics and various other matters. In 2002, Jodi Lee left the army to find a calmer life. She felt the need to settle down after a mission that killed her lover and disgraced their commander.
Asher was maimed and tortured on that mission also, Jodi Lee recalled. The results of Operation Sweetheart are the reason he only speaks in sign language now. I have to watch him but otherwise it's not that hard to get what he's saying. Special Forces troops make extravagant use of gestures and body language. I'm also a very close friend to Asher, even though I'm bisexual and he's unfortunately only gay.
Jodi Lee regarded herself in a nearby mirror, nodding at her doe brown eyes and short dark copper hair. I do sort of look like Jodie Foster, she thought. I'm about fifteen years younger, though, and I have more freckles. I suppose we have about the same body shape. I know I share her sexual orientation and her views on God. I don't think we need God and only see him in the gaps, the things psychology and science cannot explain. Some consider this view ignorant, but I nonetheless hold on to it. There is far more faith to be found in a lack of evidence than there is in any established religion.
Asher tapped her on the shoulder. Viceroy Ramsay has not told Friend Manson that we will be attending his party, the Gypsy signed when Jodi Lee faced him once more. Costumes and invitations are arranged, though. Do you remember our mission?
"Yes," Jodi Lee replied. "We are to ascertain the current status and emotional state of Manson's girlfriend, Friend Evan Rachel Wood. Friend Erika Christensen has requested that we conduct this investigation while she assists her brother Dane with some recent problems in his life. Dane is not a Friend, though he knows of us and is worthy of membership under the right circumstances. Evan and Manson are both Friends, but Erika has been out of contact with Evan and does not know Manson's status as a Friend. She fears for their souls."
No one walking past Asher and Jodi Lee raised an eyebrow at the speech. Strange people and philosophies were very common in Los Angeles.
Good, Asher complimented Jodi Lee. Do you have any initial feelings about Friend Evan? Jodi Lee took a moment to consider before she answered. "Well, I'm not sure. I've heard a lot about Marilyn Manson. He is, like many celebrities, a prophet and a pusher. Part truth, part fiction. A walking contradiction."
Agreed, Asher signed. I myself am a great fan of Marilyn Manson. I enjoy his music. The man's aura concerns me also and perhaps that is what I like the most. However, it was not him I asked you about.
"Right." Jodi Lee paused in thought again. "Well, I know Manson is into the Goth scene and the Church of Satan. I don't like either of those environments. This mission makes me apprehensive. If Evan is too deep into Goth or Satanic stuff and is hurting herself, we may have trouble extracting her."
That is not necessarily our mission.
"I know. It's just that I'm worried about Evan. I never really got to know her when she attended Inside Out. I wanted to, but she was too involved with Jamie Bell and her other friends. There was also our age difference."
I see. My advice to you is to discard all preconceptions. Growing up among my people, I saw many who assumed we were strange because they considered us different. They wanted to separate themselves from us because they thought they were not like us. They never bothered to get close and see that we were actually very much like them. I believe that the same lesson applies here. Friend Evan may be okay and we should not assume she is in trouble just because people like Friend Manson are not trustworthy on the surface.
"You're right," Jodi Lee said, reminding herself that Asher was more experienced than she was with the Friendship and its ways. "I will wait until we see Evan before I give myself any more ideas about her. She may not remember you or me, and if I approach her with the wrong suppositions it could be problematic."
I am glad you understand that. By the way, I had a text exchange with Viceroy Ramsay while you used the restroom and I retrieved our luggage. There may be some additional problems at the party tonight. Jodi Lee frowned as Asher signed further. "A clan of devoted yet corrupt Scientologists is trying to convert Manson? Paparazzi are infiltrating the party too?"
I do not think they will be of serious concern. Manson knows the Feshbachs have targeted him and he will have security alert for their possible presence at the party. Friend Baxter Page, our old comrade, is one of the tabloid infiltrators. He should help keep the other two in line.
"Don't you think we should warn Manson about the reporters?"
No. If they are kept out of the party, it will impact several ongoing Friendship operations. Gossip has its uses. Some take advantage of it, some can learn from it. We shall allow both.
"Fine," Jodi Lee told her fellow scout. "I trust your judgment. Where do we pick up the costumes?"
It has already been arranged. Asher punctuated his gestures by waving at a nearby cab.
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