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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I still don't know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic in real life. Needless to say, this is a work of fiction. I make no profit from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: ‘Now see, there is a price, in paradise. Just close your eyes and metamorphosize.’ - Dr. Steel (Donkey Town)
Guess what, my main computer died and took a lot of WIP stuff that wasn’t backed up with it. Including a chapter for ‘Midnight Roses.’ All the more reason to just move to Google Docs...

Chapter Six: Singing Like Broken Glass
    It felt like she couldn’t breathe until Manson had well left her sight. Jonathan, who had been watching her closely, also watched the dark haired singer closely. Pursing his lips in silent disapproval, he wrapped a protective arm around her thin shoulders and pulled her to his side; effectively snapping her out of her thoughts. Heaving a shaky sigh, Raven looked up at the metal performer with a grateful glance. “Thanks,” she sighed, turning to look at Amanda. Her roomie was currently switching between rage, worry and longing.
    “Go say hi Mandy! I’ll... I’ll wait here,” Raven assured, her voice sounding strained under the forced cheerfulness. The curly haired woman shot her an appraising look, biting her lip as she fidgeted in place.
    “Yeah, go ahead! I’m sure Ging would love to see you. Don’t worry bout Raves,” Davis replied, a fake smile on his mustached face as he moved to stand slightly in front of the black clad woman.
    “Thanks,” Amanda sighed, relief in her voice and gratefulness in her eyes as she ran off the stage and towards where the band had headed off.
    “You going to be okay?” came a gentle baritone by her ear, protectiveness clear in his tone of voice as he held her slightly behind his back.
    “Yeah, we were bound to run into each other at some point during this tour. I just hoped he was at a different venue than yours. I’m honestly not sure if I’m ready to see him so soon,” she replied, avoiding his gaze as she fiddled with the hem of her Marilyn Manson shirt. The irony of what she was wearing wasn’t lost on her and she found herself growing more and more anxious. Though she could bet that his reaction to her shirt was the least of her worries at this moment.
    Ginger sighed as he leaned against the hall wall, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he fought his exhaustion. The past few days had allowed for very little sleep and its effect was being shown by all of the band. Right now all of them could use a couple days rest but that option was highly unlikely at the moment. “Ging,” came a barely there, female whisper from the far end of the hall; making him wonder if he was hallucinating.
    “Ging, down here,” came the whisper again, barely any louder but more urgent. Blinking in confusion, the exhausted drummer moved down to the end of the hall that lead to the stage. The quiet voice sounded like Amanda, but there was no way she could be here. Their venue was miles away from Jonathan’s. As he wearily rounded the corner, he found himself nearly tackled by an over enthusiastic hug. Looking down, all he saw was a nest of brown curls and he pulled away to confirm his suspicions. To his utter shock, he saw the familiar face of his girlfriend.
    “Mandy!” he gasped, scooping her into a tight hug.
    “What are you doing here,” he continued, not releasing her but bending so her feet touched the ground.
    “I was going to ask you the same thing,” she replied, clinging to him tightly as she pressed gentle kisses to his neck.
    “I knew Davis was performing in this city but I thought the venue was miles away,” Ginger replied, pulling back slightly to lock eyes with her.
    “Aww, I see you found my surprise,” came a familiar sing-song from behind the drummer, making the pair look at the source. To no one’s surprise, there stood Pogo; a proud look on his make-up coated face.
    “How the... what the... You know what... I don’t wanna know,” Amanda sighed, amazement and confusion clear in her green eyes.
    “Pogo... what the Hell were you thinking?! Do you know what’ll happen if he sees her or vice versa?!” Ginger hissed in a stressed voice, gesturing to the stage as well where they had come from.
    “I know right?! I should go make some popcorn,” cackled the insane keyboardist as he marched back off towards the dressing rooms.
    “Fuck,” the pair hissed in unison before their gazes once again locked. Ginger had a look of exasperation and worry on his painted face while Amanda looked reluctant.
    “Goddammit! I missed you Ging,” the curly haired female hissed, capturing his lips in a brief but passionate kiss. Then she was running back to Raven, not seeing the look of faint anger and resignation on the bleach blonde’s face.
    Manson laid on the couch with his eyes shut, an arm thrown over his face and Kathy sprawled on his chest. Instead of the intense anger he had been exhibiting for two weeks, he was eerily still; the only movement being his thin chest. Tim and John watched the singer, the guitarist looking helpless and off balance while the bassist maintained a calm, steady presence. Right now, Tim’s stillness both irritated and eased the nervous male. The only thing that kept the guitarist from asking his band mate how the fuck he did it was the outright fear of setting off Manson like nothing before.
    Seeing the explosive singer this quiet, this still, was unnatural. The whole band had been on edge for a few days due to the abnormal silence. None of them had any idea what was coming and all of them were deathly afraid of a nuclear meltdown. All of them, except Pogo. Even now the man was amused with everything around him, the growing tension only adding to his joy. As if John 5’s thoughts alone had summoned him, the mohawked man exploded into the room; slamming the door into the wall. The wide grin on the troublemaker’s face gave both Tim and John pause. “Looks like our venue got changed unexpectedly, eh Tim Tim,” Pogo cackled, elbowing the stoic Swede companionably.
    Tim only looked down at his bandmate while John glared suspiciously. “You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that would you?” the guitarist asked, narrowing his eyes.
    “I might have. Looks like we’re performing after Davis. Guess who’s with him?” the keyboardist replied, his grin widening as he shifted his focus to the figure lying on the couch. His words made the singer shoot straight to his feet, a heavy glare on his decorated face.
    “What the fuck did you do,” Manson hissed in a deadly voice, stalking up to the giggling man. John did the only thing he could think of, he hid behind Tim.
    “What the fuck did he do?!” Raven snarled, half between rage and outright fear. The distraught woman paced the side of the stage, her hands pulling at her hair lightly while Amanda and Jonathan watched.
    “What the hell is going through the evil little mind of his,” she moaned, stopping in place to give a wary look to the backstage area. So far everything was quiet but it was only a matter of time before Pogo stirred some shit. It was in the man’s very nature to simply cause chaos wherever he went and it was even better if that chaos tweaked Manson’s volatile temper.
    A large hand on her shoulder stopped her frantic movement and Raven found herself looking up at Davis. The singer was looking down at her with a protective glare that made her skin tingle. “It’ll be okay Raven, I’m not going to let him hurt you,” Jonathan assured, his jaw set with determination as he glared towards the backstage area. Refocusing her gaze there, the black clad female could faintly hear angry voices coming from the dressing rooms. Making a small, frightened noise, the shaking female slunk behind the taller male and peeked out from his right side.
    To be honest, under the fear of his reaction to seeing her so soon; she was excited. Her heart beat in her chest from both nerves and happiness from being so close to him again. If she didn’t think he’d react with outright rage, she’d be running down to the dressing rooms just to see him. Despite how badly the rock star had hurt her, her heart still cried out for him; making it very difficult for her to stay with Jonathan and Amanda. Even now everything within her was screaming at her to run to him.
    Manson paced his dressing room, keeping Kathy held tightly to his bony, scarred chest as he moved. “What the fuck Pogo?! What the FUCK!” he snarled, glowering at the snickering keyboardist.
    “You seemed to be missing her and I heard from Ging that Davis was bringing her on tour! From there it was a simple matter of ‘politely asking’ the venue owners to change around a few things,” the mohawked musician replied, still smirking despite the flabbergasted look he was getting from John 5. Of course at this moment, Ginger peeked into the room to see what all the commotion was about. As soon as the drummer and singer locked eyes, they both knew.
    Then the percussionist was running, Manson hot on his heels. Running blindly, Ginger simply fled; not knowing he was heading right to the stage. Just before he would have entered the sight of Raven, the bleach blond was tackled by the much taller male and turned to lay on his back. The singer towered over him, his mismatched eyes glaring icily into him. “I only saw Amanda! I haven’t seen anyone else yet,” the acne scarred man whimpered, barely able to meet the other male’s gaze. Releasing a low growl, the rockstar pulled himself off Ginger and looked toward the stage.
    “Don’t! You’re in no state to see her. If you run into her now, you’ll probably end up yelling at her,” his bandmate hissed from beside him, a timid hand clamping firmly on his bare right arm.
    Turning to shoot Ginger a glare, Manson only ripped his arm away before storming back to the dressing room. Watching him for a few moments, the drummer heaved a silent sigh of relief before following. He sincerely hoped this venue change was a one time thing, otherwise it was only going to get harder to keep the peace. He also hoped that they didn’t run into eachother tonight. Heaven knew what would happen if the two met.
    Jonathan found his gaze travelling from Amanda to Raven, a worried look on his pale face. Raven was doing everything she could to hide while throwing the backstage area longing looks. Amanda was switching between looking at her friend with worry and also looking at the back area with longing. Sighing the rock star gave the dark haired female a reassuring look before heading for her torn looking friend. “Go back and talk to Ginger. I can take care of Raven,” he whispered, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.
    The small, thin female gave him such a look of longing and worry that it nearly broke his heart. “She’ll be fine with me. I give you my word that I won’t let anything happen to her,” Jonathan declared. Raven, who had stopped her pacing to watch the exchange, came to stand beside the dreadlocked male and gave her childhood friend a reassuring smile.
    “Go ahead Mandy. I know how much you’ve missed him. Just don’t let Manson scare you off. He probably knows I’m here by now,” the black haired female assured a smile on her face despite the worried look she gave the backstage area.
    “Are you sure?” Amanda whispered in an unsure voice, turning to grab her roomie’s hands in hers.
    “I promise, I’ll be okay Manda bear,” Raven assured, using a rather embarrassing nickname to get her point across and smiling as the predicted blush colored her roommate’s milky cheeks.
    “I told you not to call me that,” hissed the mortified female, her green eyes sparkling with humor and gratefulness despite her harsh tone. Then she was running back towards the backstage, leaving behind Davis and Raven.
    A muscled arm wrapped around Raven’s shoulders to pull her close as Jonathan looked down at her. “Do you want to go say hi?” the metal star asked, his tone sounding reluctant but protective.
    “I doubt that would be a good idea after how we left things. He had... a lot of things that made it difficult for him to be around me near the end,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze so he didn’t see the longing that was bound to be clear in her hazel eyes.
    “What ‘things’ were these?” the rock star huffed, disbelief clear in his mid-tone voice.
    “I... he... I know what some of the problem was but not all of it. What I do know is deeply personal to Manson and... it wouldn’t feel right to tell someone that might be a stranger to him,” Raven stammered in an unsteady voice, staring down at her shirt. A shirt that wore the face of the man they were talking about. There was a sudden wrenching feeling in her chest as her heart lurched and tears began to clog her throat. There was a lot that had happened between them that a lot of people would consider inexcusable, stuff she had been able to see under the surface of.
    His temper, his violence wasn’t what broke it for her. It wasn’t even his constant cheating near the end, though that would have broken her at some point. It was when he had started dating another female while she had been dating him. She could forgive him the random sex but the possibility of him living with her while going out to the movies with another woman had been far too much for her to bear. Yet she wasn’t truly angry with him about his actions. After all the time she had spent with him, she had a sense that there was something under all of it that was causing him to ‘act out’.
    That ‘something’ had been the cause of many sleepless nights for Raven. Often, she found herself wondering if it was all her fault; if something she had done had caused him to fall apart. It was only Dita that had stopped her from spiraling into a dark pit of self hate. The pin-up star had assured Raven again and again that it was truly the model’s fault. After a long tale of what had happened in their marriage and the true reason it had all fallen apart, the distraught woman slowly found herself agreeing.
    As it turned out, Manson was as much at fault for the failure of the relationship as she was. Unsurprisingly, the singer had been unable to accept the guilt he felt for his actions and instead turned it into venomous rage for Dita. A tale that sounded all too familiar to Raven. It certainly didn’t help that the woman had basically hounded every girlfriend he had after her. The painfully beautiful female had told her that she had simply been worried for Manson’s well-being. That she had heard horror stories from before she had met him and she didn’t want him to go through the same pain over and over. What she had failed to realize was that she was inadvertently causing what she had feared. Manson had become even more withdrawn and unwilling to let people in due to her actions, a fact Raven made sure she knew.
    A large, callused hand on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts and the depressed female gave Davis a half-hearted smile. “We only have a few more minutes before the guys are done setting up the stage. I want you to stay close to me until I have to go on,” he sighed, his dark gaze full of worry.
    “Okay,” the ebony haired female sighed, her hazel gaze travelling to the backstage with a mixture of longing and worry. It had only been a few moments since Amanda disappeared but she found herself worried for her best friend. While she was sure the curly haired firecracker could handle Manson’s temper, Raven was still concerned. The singer could get rather violent, something Amanda hadn’t been around often. All she could hope was that Ginger gave her roomie some sort of protection.
    Peeping around the corner, Amanda only saw an empty hallway and the open dressing room. Hearing loud voices from inside the room, the determined woman quietly crept towards the room. Inside, she saw all the members of Marilyn Manson. Manson looked pissed, a fact that didn’t surprise her. Ginger, of course, was trying to stop the rock star from killing Pogo; who was practically laughing his fool head off. Knowing that this nutcase was responsible for this mess, the brown haired woman found none of this shocking. Watching the scene for a moment or two, she debated whether or not to just knock.
    The chaos in the room all went silent as a gentle, insistent knock came from the door, causing the five band members to turn to look at the door. When they saw Amanda, everyone froze and then chaos exploded. Manson and Ginger dove for the female at the same time, causing the drummer to change direction to tackle the singer. Pogo joined in the fray, pouncing on top of Manson and allowing Ginger to get off the Antichrist Superstar. Clearing his throat and smoothing his rumpled, black shirt, the musician turned to look at the woman who still stood at the door.
    Amanda watched the explosion with a mixture of amusement and horror. Part of her wanted to charge in and help her boyfriend but she knew she would only get in the way. Thankfully the situation took care of itself and Ginger was now looking at her with astonishment, a touch of irritation and worry. “Mandy, what on Earth are you doing back here?” the drummer asked in a completely surprised, incredulous voice.
    “I wanted to see you. I haven’t seen you for two weeks and I’ve missed you. I don’t really give a fuck how asshole there feels about me being back here,” she replied before simply walking into the room and giving the bleach blonde a tight hug. Ginger froze for a few seconds before wrapping his own arms around her and reciprocating the embrace.
    “How ya been Mandy Pan?” Pogo chirped from his position on top of a swearing Manson.
    “Get the fuck off me Gacy,” the struggling singer hissed, warning clear in his baritone voice.
    “Not on your life Manny Poo,” the keyboardist chirped, keeping the rock star’s wrists pinned to the floor. Despite the humor in his voice, the mohawked man had an oddly serious glint in his eyes as he looked down at the male he was sitting on. Manson only snarled loudly in response, renewing his struggles to get loose but not getting very far.
    Ignoring the spitting, hissing rock star, Amanda turned her head to smile at Pogo. “I’ve been okay Madonna, much better now that I have Ginger in my arms again,” she replied to his earlier question, giving the man in her embrace such a look of outright adoration that it should have a cavity warning.
    “Well ain’t that just so fucking adorable,” Manson snarled, vitriolic anger clear in his raspy voice as he glared up at the pair from his position on the floor. Amanda only sighed before shooting a glare at the singer.
    “Just because you fucked your relationship doesn’t mean that you have to treat us like shit for having a functioning one,” she growled, her green eyes sparkling with anger and disgust for his behavior. Yet the look of pain that crossed the performer’s face gave her pause.
    “Take it easy on him, he’s had... a rough time,” Ginger pleaded, grasping her chin gently and turning her to look at him. His chocolate colored eyes pleaded with her as the hand on her chin moved up to cup her cheek. Amanda closed her eyes in pleasure, leaning into the drummer’s touch as a wistful smile curled her lips.
    “I’ll try, it’s just hard to have any sympathy for him after what he put Raven through,” the curly haired woman sighed, her eyes shifting to the side as her expression turned sour. Unlike Raven, she couldn’t find it within herself to forgive the super star for his actions. In her eyes, he should have been able to control himself no matter what was going on in his head.
    “What about what she put me through,” Manson bit out, still pinned under Pogo who looked amused and bored at the same time. Tim facepalmed at the declaration while John and Ginger both had looks of ‘fucking really?’ on their painted faces. Amanda’s eyes narrowed at the outburst before she turned and began to walk toward the pinned singer. Her boyfriend made a feeble attempt to grab her arm to stop her but missed by mere centimeters.
    “Oh, and what the fuck did she do to you? Besides rightfully leave you when you fucking brought a woman you were dating into the house? After everything you pulled, including almost punching her, are you really going to lay all the blame for this solely at her feet?” the furious woman hissed, her vibrant eyes sparkling dangerously as she glared down at the prone rock star.
    Manson jolted in place as if slapped, all the anger briefly leaving his make-up coated face for deep, roaring pain. Then his cold mask slammed back into place and he jerked his head to the side as he avoided her accusing gaze. This behavior threw Amanda for a loop and she found herself feeling a bit confused. For a moment, it had almost looked like he was all too aware of his part in the farce that had been his relationship with Raven. “She’s been doing a lot better lately. Going on tour with Davis was a huge step forward for her actually,” Amanda sighed, answering the unasked question she had seen in his mismatched gaze.
    “I don’t recall asking about... her,” he bit out, sounding relieved under his rage.
    “If we let you up, are you going to charge Amanda?” Ginger sighed in an exasperated but worried voice as he came up to stand beside said female. Manson only gave him a sharp glare before shaking his head in negation. Pogo slowly got off him, looking all too ready to pounce again if the performer showed any signs of going after the tiny woman.
    Instead of going anywhere near Amanda, Manson walked to the table he had left Kathy on when he had initially chased after Ginger. Picking up the ratty plush, the rock star slumped his shoulders as he avoided looking at anyone in the room and threw himself onto the couch. Finding themselves thrown off balance by the usually violent singer’s acceptance of defeat, the other five people in the room just looked at eachother non-plussed. “So, can we go say ‘hi’ to Raven?” Pogo chirped excitedly, breaking the heavy silence. His exuberant words caused the rail thin male on the couch to flinch slightly but he showed no other signs of moving.
    “Uh, sure I guess. I know she’s missed all of you,” the stunned, brown haired female replied, putting emphasis on the word all as her verdant gaze shifted to the figure on the couch. He still hadn’t moved and in fact showed no sign that he had even heard her.
    Before she could ponder too much about Manson’s odd behavior, Amanda found her arm being gently grabbed by Ginger and he gently led the group out of the dressing room. “It’s best they don’t see eachother for right now. He’s still a bit fucked up from Dita and the breakup,” the drummer murmured softly in her ear as he led the group of five toward the stage.
    “What’s been going on?” Amanda asked, feeling a bit worried despite herself. From the sounds of it, the asshat had been having as hard a time as Raven; if not worse. Shaking herself free of the idea, the curious woman looked up at her boyfriend for his answer.
    “A lot of drinking, until we took the alcohol away. He was also exceedingly angry and violent until a few days ago. He’s, uh, also been refusing groupies again and won’t even entertain the thought of a prostitute,” Ginger answered after a few moments, his dark gaze holding worry as he looked down at the superhero emblazoned woman beside him. Most of his answer wasn’t unexpected, except for the last part. In the time she had known the rock star, he had almost seemed to border on being a nymphomaniac. The fact that he had abstained for so long was highly unusual.
    “Jesus Ging,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at the still open dressing room. The musician only nodded silently, his hold on her arm tightening slightly as he held her against him.
    Raven was pacing nervously when Amanda came back with the band in tow. At first the dark haired female could only look at the group in utter shock before she ran forward and pulled Ginger into a tight hug. “Oh, I see how it is. Everyone likes Ginger better,” Pogo sighed in a overly dramatic voice, drawing a chuckle from the paper white woman as she released the drummer to give him a hug as well.
    “Much better! I missed ya Raven,” the keyboardist sighed, sounding sincere for once as he returned the hug with a rather crushing one; practically lifting her off her feet.
    “Can’t breathe,” she gasped, humor in her voice as the mohawk wearing man set her back on her feet. Then she gave a hug to both John and Tim, honestly overjoyed to see them all well.
    “How have you guys been?” she asked, releasing them to step back and take a look at the group as a whole. Under the joy of seeing her, there was deep exhaustion and worry; a fact that only made her want to run backstage all the more. Knowing this would only make the situation worse for all involved, she force the urge to the back of her mind and continued to smile at the group of four men and her best friend.
    “We’ve been hanging in there,” John 5 sighed, running a hand through his bleach blonde locks.
    “Manson certainly hasn’t made that easy,” Ginger grumbled, his dark gaze avoiding hers as he looked at a wall.
    “I don’t know what you guys are talking about. I’ve been having a blast,” Pogo chirped, grinning at Raven with his normal, insane look. The other three member looked at the keyboardist with varying looks of annoyance before simply shaking their heads. Pogo was simply being Pogo, it would be pointless to try to reason with him. Still, their responses only served in heightening the dark clothed female’s concern.
    Before she could ask how Manson was doing, Jonathan was calling her from the stage. Turning to look at the dreadlocked singer, she saw worry clear in his earthy eyes. Giving him a reassuring smile, she motioned for the others to follow her as she stepped back onto the hidden side of the stage. As soon as she was standing in front of the much taller man, Davis was grasping her hands in his and looking down at her with an odd look in his molten chocolate eyes. “I have to go on stage now. How bout a kiss for luck,” he chuckled, an oddly serious note behind his jovial tone. Then he was wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close as his lips met hers in a chaste but very sweet kiss.
    All of a sudden she felt herself being ripped from Jonathan’s arms and shoved behind a very familiar looking back. Glancing up, her heart stopped in her chest as she saw the familiar tattoos and stage apparel of her recent ex. She didn’t dare speak and draw his attention to herself, instead backing slowly away until she bumped into someone behind her. Whirling around in a panic, the frightened woman only saw Ginger looking down at her with abject fear on his made up face. “Get behind us,” Pogo hissed in an urgent voice, his eyes focused on the fuming rock star.
    “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Davis bit out venomously, not the least bit afraid of the slightly taller singer.
    “I was about to ask you the same thing,” Manson hissed, his mismatched eyes narrowed with rage. His hands were clenched in shaking fists by his side, as if it was taking everything he had to not tackle the other rock star.
    “What the hell do you care? I don’t think you have much of a say about what happens with Raven anymore,” Davis snarled, looking just as pissed.
    Taking the opportunity to hide behind the four band members with Amanda, Raven peeked out from behind Ginger to watch what was happening. Davis’ heated words seemed to deflate Manson considerably, causing the rock star’s shoulders to slump. Then the bony male straightened, squared his shoulders, turned on his heel and stormed off the stage and into the back area. The ebony haired female watched the distraught singer with concern clear in her eyes, wanting nothing more than to follow him. Before she even knew it, her feet were carrying her to the backstage, among concerned calls of her name.
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