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

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Author’s Note: ‘You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.’ - Pinhead (Hellraiser 3)

Chapter Nine: Downside of Fame

    The smoke settled around her as the lights shined and the band behind her wound down on the song she had just finished. Manson was in the back, preparing for the next number. After a few more concerts, the performer had wanted to change up the list a bit just for variety. He had chosen to replace a few of his songs with some of his old favorites. In his absence, she found herself feeling an encouraging lack of anxiety. That was, until her eyes scanned the crowd and she saw something that made her blood freeze in her veins. It was just a brief flash but it was more than enough to make her do a double take as well as take a step back from the stage.
    For just a few seconds, she could have sworn she had seen her two exs standing in the front row. Miah had almost looked shocked while Tony had seemed downright murderous. In the next instant, they were gone; almost as if they had never been there in the first place. Licking her suddenly dry lips as her heart lurched, she tried her best to shake off the feeling of impending dread as the lights flickered and the smoke from the last song settled. As her audience began to cheer and hoot she knew her fiance has shown up on his makeshift stilts as familiar, mournful keyboard music began to play. “Today I'm dirty and I want to be pretty. Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt,” he hissed into the mic attached to his helmet as he approached her like some thing that had crawled up from the bowels of the Earth.
    “Today I'm dirty and I want to be pretty. Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt,” she repeated, belting out the last line as the music swelled. Then they began to circle eachother, her eyes occasionally moving to look at the mob beneath them as she moved.
    Manson, of course, noticed her unease and moved a bit closer; looking a bit like a strange spider as he bent down to lock his mismatched eyes on hers. His shaved brow crinkled slightly as his painted lips pursed, looking like he wanted to say something but continuing the performance instead. “We are the nobodies. Wanna be somebodies,” he growled, a venomous sneer on his disguised face that contradicted the worry shining in his eyes.
    “When we're dead, they'll know just who we are,” she returned, her eyes flicking to the crowd occasionally as she tried to catch a glimpse of one or both her exs. She was vaguely aware of her fiance repeating the previous line as he circled her like some beast. Almost mechanically, she repeated her refrain to it. Then he was moving away to leer at the gathered people below the platform.
    “Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty. I know now that I'm forever dirt,” he hissed, shifting as the still nervous female moved to stand by his side.
    “Yesterday I was dirty, wanted to be pretty. I know now that I'm forever dirt,” she sang out, allowing the last line to extend and fade as she fought to hang onto her sanity long enough to finish. If she could get through this, she was gonna have a stiff shot of whiskey.
    “We are the nobodies. Wanna be somebodies,” she continued in a soft whisper, switching places in the chorus with him.
    “When we're dead, they'll know just who we are,” the performer intoned, looking out into the crowd with her as a muscle began to twitch in his gaunt cheek. It seemed he had caught on that she had spotted someone but it was unlikely he knew who.
    They each repeated their lines, circling eachother again before he moved to almost block her from view. Mismatched eyes seemed to assess her before he continued in a much softer tone than before. “Some children died the other day. We fed machines and then we prayed. Puked up and down in morbid faith. You should have seen the ratings that day,” sighed the rock star, tensing slightly as he seemed so see something out of the corner of his eye. Craning her head around him she could sworn she saw two familiar figures darting toward the door that would lead backstage.
    Instead of descending into panic like she very much wanted to, the rising singer repeated the line; both of them going back and forth on the chorus until it ended. It was then they became all too aware of sounds of a struggle coming from the side of the stage Amanda was hidden on. The sound of dropping instruments soon came from behind them and Manson began to swear heavily as he struggled to free himself from the homemade stilts. Seeing that the band was heading to protect her friend, Raven moved to help unstrap her trapped fiance. An endeavor that took several, agonizing moments.
    In a rush, the pair were heading to the left side of the stage as soon as his feet were on the polished surface. Behind them, they could hear the crowd mumbling with confusion as security moved out. All manner of terrible things played out in Raven’s head as she ran, each more horrifying than the last. By the time they got there, she expected Tony and Miah to be in the middle of assaulting a person she had been friends with since Kindergarten. Instead, to her immense relief, she saw a wall of burly security as well as the band in a protective wall around the expectant female. If anything had happened to her, the former freelancer would have never been able to forgive herself.
    Shifting her gaze to the knot of uniformed men blocking the entry from the side, she felt her blood go cold as her gaze landed briefly on a familiar, goateed face. Her sight was soon blocked by a blue clad body but it was more than enough to allow one of her exs to notice she had seen him. In the last second she had seen him, she saw him raise a brow before turning slightly. Feeling sick in the pit of her stomach as her heart pounded, Raven ran to the band surrounding her childhood friend. She was unsurprised the curly haired journalist broke free as soon as she got close, the slightly shorter woman wrapping her into a hug that nearly crushed the life from her. “Are you alright?” the pair asked at the same time, giving eachother a shocked look before bursting into laughter.
    It wasn’t from the situation being funny or anything, more like an innate need to let out some of the stress. Unfortunately, a scuffle from the left brought an abrupt end to the hilarity and Raven felt the old fear return as she turned her head to look. She didn’t want to but it felt like a pair of hands had grabbed the sides of her face and was forcing her to turn her head. The pit of her stomach dropped out as cold fear washed over her when she saw Tony doing his best to make his way around the line of muscled guards.
    All at once, memories of her time with him filled her; flashes of the abuse she had suffered vividly dancing before her eyes. It was almost like watching some twisted parody of the horrifying events, her ex turning into a terrifying caricature of himself. Not that her mental version of herself fared much better, turning into a shadow of how she really was. The only thing that snapped her out of her memories was his voice calling to her, his blue eyes glaring at her with insane rage. “You think I’m going to just stop trying to find you? To stop trying to ruin your life? You don’t deserve any of this you cheating cunt,” he screamed, his face red and a vein standing out in the side of his neck from his extreme anger. Miah, on the other hand, simply stood placidly and observed the situation.
    In a split second, her line of sight to the two men was cut off by her current fiance as he placed himself in front of her. Ignoring the screaming and scuffling from behind him, the singer bent to give her a long, sweet kiss; one of his hands coming up to caress her cheek. “Don’t pay them any mind. They don’t exist for any of us,” rasped his baritone as he began to firmly lead her to the group that was surrounding her closest friend. As they moved, she felt him brush off tears she hadn’t even realized had leaked from her eyes.
    “You’re just like your father! All you did was take without giving anything back! This isn’t over, I refuse to let you get away with doing this to me or Miah!” came a scream followed by the sound of a body hitting many others. Flinching, Raven ignored what was happening and continued forward; allowing herself to be enveloped in the arms of the entire band.
    A struggle soon ensued but the men around her just comforted her as they kept both her and Amanda within the circle of their bodies. The journalist was also soothing her, wrapping her arms around the shaking woman and just hugging her. Soon the yelling was fading, eventually disappearing to leave the soft murmuring of her confused audience. Those sounds too were soon disappearing, the large crowd slowly filing out as the group made their way to the tour bus. As they moved, the wall of band members remained pressed tightly against both women; Ginger keeping a hand on each female while Manson led them along.
    Once they were in the large vehicle, the door was closed and locked; Tim revving up the engine before practically stomping down on the gas pedal. As soon as the band had dispersed from their protective ring around them, the two females sat on the couch; Amanda already going pale from the motion of the vehicle. Just seeing the shift prompted her husband to fetch her a glass of seltzer water as well as some dramamine. Taking the glass gratefully, the journalist took a sip with the pill; closing her green eyes as she prayed for the nausea to go away. Raven was faring no better, tears still flowing unconsciously down her paper white cheeks while her entire body shuddered.
    Glassy, hazel eyes stared straight ahead sightlessly as she went slack, memories overtaking the shaking form on the couch. All at once, she found herself back in a house she hadn’t even thought about in several years. White walls loomed around her as a too familiar futon bed formed. On it was her dog and to the left was an ancient tv/entertainment center combo. It was one of those from when cable was just becoming a thing but wood paneling was still considered the height of fashion. Tony’s father had it first and had passed it down to his son, the old thing following them from the previous rental home to this one. With her boyfriend in jail at the time, it had been a bitch to move the tv up the stairs.
    A creaking outside the door broke her from her strange musings and she spun to see her sullen lover slowly slink in. The reek of beer and cigarettes rolled off him in thick waves as his watery, red tinted, azure eyes rose to lock on hers. Shrugging out of the light camo jacket he wore, the seventeen year old ran a hand through his brown, shoulder length hair before making his way to her. Her heartbeat in her ears as she predicted what he would say before he opened his mouth. He was about to start subtly breaking her down like he used to before things started to get bad and it always started with the smallest of nitpicks. It wasn’t much, just enough to make the needle of guilt spike into her heart.
    Before he could say the lines she already heard in her head, the girl that used to be Meagan Starling snapped back to the present. At first she was disoriented, not quite knowing where she was or who she was looking at for a few seconds. Then the sobs started as she found herself enclosed in strong arms and a familiar scent. Nuzzling into a bony, scarred chest, she clung to this figure as if they were her lifeline; vaguely aware of someone demanding a phone. In a blur, she became aware of a change of atmosphere as the person carrying her settled on a large bed. A plush she recognized even in this strange state was placed in her arms and she hugged the beloved toy as the figure began to rock her.
    Slowly coming back to herself, she realized where she was and who was holding her. “B-brian?” she whispered, snuggling Kathy as her cheek rested against his chest.
    “You’re safe Meagan, no one here is gonna harm you,” whispered a soft rumble that did wonders for relaxing her. Within moments, she was cognizant enough to remember just what had caused her upset in the first place.
    Clearing her throat as embarrassment replaced the paralyzing fear and confusion from earlier, the ex-artist tried to pull away from the rockstar; only to have him tighten his hold on her and let loose what seemed to be an instinctual, protective growl. It was almost as if he was thoughtlessly reacting to someone trying to take her from him, making her feel all the safer. Stilling instantly, she simply allowed him to hold her as one of his hands moved soothingly over her ebony hair. “How many more stops do you have,” came an urgent whisper as his hands roaming her head and back began to shake.
    “Quite a few but those ones don’t really want me there. There have already been protests about my performances in those towns. I don’t think any of those venues would mind if I called them and cancelled,” she replied, knowing instantly why he was asking. Seeing her exs had rattled her as well and she desperately wanted to get back to the mansion and Johnny. If they had found her, they might have found the actor as well.
    While she had no doubt that he could take care of himself, she would feel much better once they were back there to back him up. There was also the fact that she just plain wanted to go home and hide. Pushing back against the protesters who probably outnumbered her fans sounded far too exhausting on top of everything that was happening. She just wanted to go home, allow her pregnant friend to rest and just decompress. Pulling out her phone, she made a few calls while Tim drove toward a near-by rest area. It would only be a matter of time before they knew if she would be cleared to cut her tour short.
    Johnny laid in a room right by the one Raven shared with Manson, Jonathan Davis having chosen a room further down the hall. While he had appreciated the rockstar’s company over these past few months, he would feel much better once everyone was home. Especially a certain female he loved with every part of his heart. It had been a long few months, feeling more like a year. He knew there was no end in sight but he just wanted to hold her so badly. Her absence was slowly driving him mad, a fact her dog seemed to sense. Lady had been his constant companion, lying with him and following him in general.
    Sitting up, the dark haired thespian stretched and yawned; startling slightly when he heard an engine come awfully close to the mansion. Pulling sleeping pants over his naked lower half, he headed out into the hall just as the door on the ground floor sounded like it exploded inward. Taking a deep breath and heading toward the top of the stairs, Johnny was peripherally aware of Davis sticking his dreadlock covered head out of his door and swearing heavily. “Th’fuck was that John-o?” the metal singer husked out in a sleep muzzed voice as he stumbled out of his room while still naked. His brown eyes were dazed but his stance spoke of someone ready to fight no matter what their condition is.
    Shaking his head for silence, the celebrity motioned for his friend to follow him down the stairs. If it were thieves or Raven’s exs, hopefully the rocker’s nudity would be enough to drive them away. However, as they got closer to the ground floor, the voices filling the house became more familiar and a mixture of mortification as well as excitement filled Depp. Then, before he could stop him, Jonathan was darting the rest of the way down. “Aw shit, Jonathan did ya forget you were...,” the star began to call only to hear the shrill, violated scream of Amanda.
    “...naked... fuck,” he finished, sighing as he made his way down to greet the group.
    It had all seemed so normal when they had gotten home. Granted it had taken a few days but that didn’t stop the feeling of contentment that washed over the group as a whole. Bending down to greet Lily, Raven’s only warning had been a yell from Johnny as well as a familiar call of, “Raves!” Then she found herself enveloped in a very warm, very naked male body as Amanda’s scream of violation filled her ears. Looking up, she saw the grin of Jonathan Davis as well as the livid glower on her fiance’s face.
    “I didn’t think ya’d be back so soon,” the oblivious lead singer exclaimed, picking the shocked female up to swing her and therefore making his flacid bits sway in a horrifying manner.
    “Aaaaa! That’s worst than Pogo!” came a disgusted protest from a certain journalist, her opinion making the enthusiastic male stop as realization came over him.
    Instead of getting embarrassed; the mustached rocker shrugged before putting both hands on his hips, jutting them forward and waggling his dick around for emphasis. “Yeah, its a beaut alright,” he sighed, an arrogant smirk on his pale face. Manson, who looked about ready to kill him, broke into snickers as he shook his head. All tension left his body and he was moving forward to gently pull Raven to his side. Wrapping a loose arm around her slightly pudgy waist, the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ seemed unable to keep from smiling as his fellow musician put on quite a show. None of them noticed Johnny come up from behind.
    Watching the scene play out, the actor allowed himself to take in the smiling woman clad in black. She looked happy, playful and full of life. Yet, there was the faintest hint of fear clinging to her hazel eyes. Clearing his throat to draw attention, he waited until the others had turned to see him before making his approach. To his delight, Raven rushed to him with an enthusiastic cry of his name; almost knocking him over as she plowed into him. Arms wrapped around his neck as a hot body pressed against his, heated pecks landing on his tanned face and travelling to his lips. When she finally kissed him, the thespian remembered what heaven was and closed his eyes as his own arms enveloped her.
    A voice in the back of her head screamed at her for kissing this man when her fiance was only a few feet away but she summarily ignored the tiny vocalization. She only broke the kiss when she need air, resting her forehead against his as elated sobs shook her body. She had missed him more than she had realized and just seeing him, smelling him had opened the dam inside her. A warm chuckle was the star’s response to her enthusiasm, large hands pressing to her back as his eyes shifted to a point over her shoulder for a brief second. It was at that moment that she realized he was asking Manson for permission for something.
    Seemingly getting approval, warm lips covered hers; the goatee surrounding them tickling her milky skin. “Mmmm, I’ve missed you too sweetie,” husked his soft baritone against her mouth. One of his hands moved up to cup the back of her head as he angled his dark haired head to deepen the kiss. As his tongue swept over hers, the rising rock star became aware of a secondary heat pressing against her back. Breaking the liplock to turn her head slightly, a flush heating her body when she saw the almost predatory gaze of her lover. His mismatched eyes were slightly dilated and sparkled with an inner mischievousness that made her nervous.
    Before she could ask what he was planning on doing, he too was taking her lips in a heated embrace. The he was releasing her to nip her neck, one of his hands giving her ass a hearty squeeze. Catching on, Johnny released his own rumble; pressing against her as he nuzzled the other side of her neck. It was only a clearing throat that stopped the display, making Raven realize she was still downstairs and everyone had seen what had happened. Hesitantly turning her head, she saw Amanda pinching the bridge of her nose as she clamped her eyes shut. The reason for the writer’s embarrassment became apparent when her gaze shifted to the lead singer of Korn and saw his state of arousal. Noticing where everyone was looking the rocker covered himself, said a quiet excuse me and scampered upstairs. This sight would have been hilarious if it weren’t for the frightening vocalization that bubbled out of Manson’s chest.
    It sounded more like something an angry guard dog would utter rather than a human and Raven felt herself freeze as a palpable aura of danger began to roll of the superstar holding her. Next thing she knew, both she and Johnny were upstairs and in Marilyn’s room; both of them looking equal amounts of stunned as they watched the peeved male pace. His jaw jutted as his mismatched eyes sparkled, his platforms clunking loudly on the carpet. The actor that had gotten dragged along opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as quickly when he sensed the energy pouring off his friend in thick, almost electric waves.
    The intense rage filling him was incredible, the likely cause the slight glimmer of fear he had felt when he had seen just how turned on Davis was by his intended. It made his blood boil and set his teeth on edge, making him want to both cause damage and make a claim on his woman that everyone would find impossible to ignore. Shifting his focus to the star that had been inadvertently brought into this, Manson was a bit surprised that he didn’t feel nearly the same amount of anger or jealousy. Maybe it was because he had been friends with the man for so long or maybe he just trusted Johnny so much. Whatever the reason, he didn’t mind this man doing anything intimate with Raven and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the contradiction.
    Said actor, only felt confusion and the slightest bit of apprehension. He both felt like he should be here as well as just plain awkward. Surely his longtime acquaintance hadn’t meant to drag him along. Slowly edging his way to the door, he tried to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Maybe if he left quietly enough, he could get away unscathed. “Going somewhere?” came a purr that stopped him in his tracks, his head turning slowly as if it was connected via a rusty hinge.
    “I just wanted to give you guys some time alone...?” Johnny whispered, the last of his statement ending in a questioning tone. When Manson only grinned in a rather predatory manner and motioned him forward, the actor had to fight the extreme urge to simply bolt.
    Still, something in his long time pal’s mismatched gaze called him and he found his feet carrying him toward the pair despite himself. As soon as he got close enough, the other man’s arm shot out to drag him closer. In fact, the singer yanked his lean body to his side. Both he and Raven made surprised sounds as the superstar gave him a downright mischievous smirk. “I wasn’t blind to how she greeted ya. If I’m gonna share her, its only fair you show me a little affection as well,” husked the much taller male, his head lowering towards Depp’s; making the actor’s heart triphammer as realization dawned on him. Before he could protest or even react, lips descended on his as the rocker’s tongue swept into his mouth.
    Depp froze, dark eyes wide as his hands spread open by his side due to shock. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to the man, he had always had a passing curiosity about if he was everything the groupies seemed to think he was. It was just extremely sudden and a bit awkward with Raven watching. Shifting his eyes slightly, he saw said female was brick red and her jaw was slack as she watched them. Raising a brow and smirking slightly, he began to return the kiss with a bit more fervor than Manson expected; making the rocker take a small step back. His arms wrapped around the other man’s upper back, one hand coming up to cup the back of the musician’s head.
    Raven could only stand there as she tried to reconcile just what she was seeing unfold before her. All the fuses in her brain seemed to overload at once, leaving her able to do nothing as the two men began to well and truly make out with eachother. In fact, they seemed to be putting their all into it just because she was watching. Something she honestly wouldn’t be surprised by given what she knew about Manson. Moving toward the pair, she simply settled for enjoying the show. She could worry about what the rockstar had up his sleeve later. Besides, she was fairly certain she was going to enjoy whatever he had planned, no matter how embarrassing it was.
    Slowly, the pair pulled apart; two pair of eyes landing on her as identical chesire grins appeared on their faces. As one, they parted to open opposing arms so they could envelop her in their circle. As soon as she was close enough, they closed in as they each nuzzled a different cheek. Manson moved down to nip her neck while Johnny teased her ear, both smirking when she whimpered at their attention. “You know, you may have a bit of a point Bri. I really should be showing you both equal amounts of affection to prevent jealousy,” husked the actor as her fiance chuckled, nibbling a part of her neck that made her knees go weak.
    “I couldn’t agree more,” came the rasped reply as a hand fondled her right breast.
    “Especially when the results are....,” came a sigh as a tongue laved over her racing pulse, facial hair tickled ever so briefly before the pair worked to undress her in tandem.
    It happened so fast, she had no time to feel shame or even realize she was naked in the first place; two eager mouths on opposing nodules. Twin jolts of electric need shot right to her core, clenching there almost painfully while their tongues swirled. Without knowing how she got there, Raven found herself laying the bed; both men hovering over her as she tried to catch her breath. Faint tingles danced across her pale skin due to their assault, drawing soft coos from her as her vision cleared. Manson smirked at her with hunger filled mismatched eyes while Johnny simply gave her a look of utter adoration mixed with intense lust. “So enticing,” the singer sighed, finishing the sentence from earlier as he captured her mouth in a heated kiss while Depp continued to suckle her breast.
    Between the two of them, she soon found herself dangling somewhere between heaven and hell as her body became sensation. Her nerves were on fire, each touch sending all new sparks of pleasure directly to her womb. Her voice begged them to let her cum and never stop as mouths moved over her quivering flesh. She had lost track of who was who and just moaned out names at random, not caring if she credited the correct person. Fingers stroked, teeth nipped and finally a mouth met her junction while the other mouth busied itself with a breast. Back bowing, she felt small explosions go off inside her as the pair brought her to completion. Instead of continuing, the two men simply cuddled her as she fell asleep; whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
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