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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3122 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: This is the sequel to ‘Tainted Love’ and second in the series. Yeah, sorry about the end in the previous installment. Trust me, I want them to be happy just as much as you do! Anyway, please try not to be too angry at me!
‘Alone I Break’ (c) KoRn

The Rose and Thorn
By: Flame Wolf

Chapter One: Picking up the Pieces
    It was hard to believe that only a week had passed. It had felt like an eternity. An eternity of an aching, yawning hole in her chest. An eternity of looking through the house for any stuff he might have left behind. An eternity of agonizing over whether or not to slip Kathy in a package that held some of his shirts and make-up. An eternity of staring at a phone, hoping for a number that couldn’t possibly ever pop up. An eternity of Johnny and Amanda trying to drag her around while it seemed like she was trapped in a haze.
    Even now it seemed like time was crawling by. Even now tears silently tracked their way down her pale cheeks as she stared ahead at nothing. Even now a yawning hole was where her heart should be, making it hard for her to care about much of anything. Yet, despite how concerning her emptiness may seem, she wished nothing more than to tell her friends that she was fine! In fact she felt better than she had in years! No pain! No happiness! Just blessed nothing instead of the roaring, endless agony that had been the first days. Wasn’t nothing better than that pain? Wasn’t it better than the tears that seemed like they would never stop?
    All of a sudden there was a gentle, large hand on her shoulder, startling her out of her yawning blankness. Forcing her swimming vision to focus, the shockingly pale female looked up at the actor behind her with an achingly empty look. It was almost as if a corpse was sitting in her place, not the lively, often sarcastic female that used to be there. “Raven? Would you like to go out to dinner with me?” came a smooth baritone that she vaguely recognized as Johnny’s voice.
    “Where to?” she heard herself reply colorlessly, unable to care about how lifeless and faraway her voice sounded. Caring came to close to feeling and feeling was decidedly dangerous.
    “Well, Amanda and I have been talking and we thought you would like to go to a more... lively place tonight,” Johnny offered cautiously, his voice heavy with worry for her.
    “Whatever,” sighed the apathetic female, only deepening the male’s worry as she sprawled herself across the small table. Even Lady and Mystery seemed worried for the normally lively woman, the dog having her head in her master’s lap while the feline kept rubbing along the top of her head and purring.
    “How is she?” came a worried, female whisper from the entrance of the kitchen. Lifting her head slightly, Raven looked up to see Amanda peeking her curly haired head around the open entryway. As empty and hollow as the black haired female felt, the sight of her normally bubbly, full of life friend made a jolt of worry go through her. The other woman had dark, almost purple circles under her eyes and her eyes were slightly pink from crying. It looked like all the energy had been sapped from the smaller female as she leaned against the open entry.
    “Mandy?” Raven gasped in alarm, her own misery entirely forgotten at the shocking sight of her friend. Not only had her condition been affecting her friend horribly but the female was probably going through her own form of heartbreak. When Manson had left, the band had followed; including a very reluctant Ginger. Guilt filling her at the fact that she had been so wrapped in her own world that her friend’s pain had gone unnoticed, the pale woman wrapped her arms tightly around her friend.
    “Oh god Mandy, I’m so sorry,” she breathed, holding her stunned childhood friend in a tight embrace.
    As if the hug was the straw that broke the camel’s back, Amanda burst into ragged, heartbroken sobs; her arms wrapping around her room mate. Making soothing noises as she smoothed the other woman’s curly hair in a comforting manner, Raven looked around for Johnny. If her normally unflappable friend was this distraught, how bad was the actor? Had she been so deep inside herself that she had completely failed both of them? Her hazel eyes moving around the room in an almost frantic manner, the nervous female nearly collapsed in relief when she saw the star striding towards them.
    The devastatingly handsome actor had a bit more stubble on his cheeks and dark circles ringed his eyes but he didn’t look nearly as broken as the woman in her arms. Before she could even open her mouth, she found her and Amanda being wrapping in a tight hug by the much taller male. After a few moments, Amanda’s sobs finally tapered off to watery sniffles as the curly haired female pulled out of their embrace. Her green eyes roved over Raven assessingly, concern mixed with relief as she seemed to be searching for something. “Mea... Raven, are you... back now? she asked in a hesitant voice, fear swirling in her vibrant orbs as she locked gazes with her friend.
    The question seemed to rock the other woman to her core, causing her to jolt in place. Without her indifference, the roaring pain was already rushing to fill the hole in her heart. Yet, as much as she wanted to retreat back into blessed numbness, just seeing the relief on her friends’ faces made her lose the heart to do so. Heaving a shaky sigh, her ebony hair hanging in her pale face, Raven gave them both a weak smile; leaning heavily on Johnny. “Yeah, as much as I don’t want to be,” she grumbled, her voice wavering as her heart began to clench within her chest.
    Within seconds, the distraught female found herself wrapped in a tight hug and rocked gently as a nose burrowed itself in her hair. Burrowing her face into the red material of the t-shirt he wore, Raven allowed her eyes to close as she inhaled his comforting scent. If it hadn’t been for Johnny, Amanda, Charlie and Jerome, she was sure she would have been far worse off during the first days. The four of them had never left her alone once, even insisting she keep her door open for the first few nights. Despite herself, Raven found herself feeling comforting by the actor’s loose but protective embrace.
    For the first time in what felt like forever, Amanda smiled. Her friend had finally come back to them, was finally letting them back in. Now all they had to do was keep her here. Sighing and running a hand through her brown curls, the female took her blue, Superman emblazoned phone out of her pocket and looked at the object with a deep longing. Out of respect for her friend, she had held off on contacting Ginger for a week. She had wanted to wait until her friend had recovered a bit before resuming her relationship with the drummer, something both of them had been reluctant to do but had seen the necessity of. “Go ahead Mandy. I know you miss each other,” came a weak encouragement, startling the thin female and making her look at the source.
    Raven smiled at her, her hazel eyes full of pain. “Meg... Raven...,” the other female whispered, looking unsure and guilty as she avoided her room mate’s gaze.
    “Mandy, don’t let what happened between me and Manson ruin what you and Ginger have,” the black haired woman encouraged, pulling away from Johnny with a familiar glint of mischief in her eyes.
    A look of horror coming into her green eyes, the still pajama clad woman backed away from her lifelong friend. Holding up her hands in a warding gesture, Amanda widened her eyes and began to shake her head. “I’ll call him! I’ll call him!” she exclaimed hastily, flipping her phone open and pushing the musician’s contact on her phone. Raven only grinned widely, a bit of her pain fading for mirth at her friend’s expression. Despite the fact that Ginger worked closely with Manson, the black clad female didn’t feel it would be fair to punish the drummer or Amanda for the failure of her relationship. Besides, it was just too much fun to play with the normally cool female.
    ‘Every Rose has its Thorn’ began to play quietly from a black phone and a black nailed hand immediately snatched it up. “Amanda? Are you okay? Is Raven okay?” came a worried, baritone voice as a figure got to its feet and began to pace.
    “I’m fine Ging! Raven’s... starting to do a bit better. She’s actually allowing us in now,” the curly haired woman replied, a smile quirking her lips as she closed her eyes and allowed his voice to wash over her. Just hearing him made her heart race and a warm tingling begin to fill her.
    “H-how are you and the others?” she asked, unsure of just what to talk about but knowing she didn’t want to lose his voice just yet. Unfortunately a heavy silence followed her question, making her question if she lost the connection or not.

    Finally, just before she was about to ask if he was still there, the drummer heaved a weary sigh. “Things have been... rough,” he answered quietly, tiredness and deep concern tinging his smooth voice. Blinking and shifting her gaze to Raven, Amanda smiled apologetically to her friend before taking the call upstairs. She had a suspicion that whatever was going on had a lot to do with Manson and she didn’t want to put her friend through the pain of hearing about him so soon.
    Once in her room, she closed her door and sat on the rose patterned sheets of her bed. “Ging, what’s going on?” the worried woman asked urgently, clutching her light blue phone to her head.
    “It’s fucking Manson! He’s... he’s completely retreated into his persona since Raven left him. He’s never sober anymore and his rage is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. There is one good thing though...,” the drummer replied, sounding bone tired and highly anxious.
    “The last package Raven sent contained the only thing that’s keeping him sane. It’s this floppy stuffed dog. When he found it in that box... he snarled at anyone that tried to go anywhere near it. He takes it everywhere he goes, even keeps it in his backstage room at concerts. If it weren’t for that little dog... I don’t want to even think about it,” Ginger continued, sounding as if he was pacing restlessly. His voice sounded strained, full of frustration and worry.
    “You mean... Meagan actually... Does the plush look a bit like a beagle or a basset hound?” Amanda asked breathlessly, her voice tinged with wonder as she stared at her closed door.
    “Yeah, does it mean anything?” the musician asked, curiosity tinging his worried voice.
    “Yeah, it means a lot. At least to Mea... Raven it does. She actually gave that asshole Kathy?!” she whispered, getting to her feet as she began to move toward the bedroom door. If her roomie had given the singer her prized plush, it would explain some of her behavior. That plush was like another part of the other female, undoubtedly making it very hard for her to give up.
    “Kathy?” Ginger asked, confusion evident in his voice.
    Raven reluctantly pulled herself out of Johnny’s grasp, giving him a grateful look before she walked over to the refrigerator. Desperately trying to ignore the agonizing pain in her chest, the female took out a ‘Red Pop’ and took a long swig. “Where would you like to go for dinner?” came a quiet baritone from much too close, drawing a gasp from the high-strung woman. Jolting slightly in place and looking up at the actor with a tinge of fear, the black haired female immediately regretted the action.
    The goateed actor was looking down at her sadly, making no move to touch her and even seemed to be about to take a step back. With a noise of protest, the guilt ridden woman grabbed his tan arm and gave a gentle pull. Begging him silently for understanding with her hazel eyes, Raven forced a smile on her strained face. “Arby’s sounds awesome about now,” she replied, tugging him into a loose hug and resting her head on his well muscled chest. To her immense relief, the tall, lithe male only wrapped his arms around her loosely and rested his lips on the crown of her head.
    “Well, I have two pairs of sunglasses in the car; so that shouldn’t be a problem,” the star replied with a hint of amusement in his baritone voice. Unfortunately that small statement brought reality crashing down upon the pale woman. Because of her rather rocky relationship with Manson and her association with Johnny, the shy female was now quite well known among anyone who came across a newspaper stand.
    Heaving a rueful sigh and running a hand through her loose, black hair, Raven smiled at the movie star bitterly. “Let me go put my hair up and put on a pair of platforms,” she replied, all her earlier humor replaced by apprehension. Then, before the black haired male could even react, she turned and went up the stairs. As soon as she was gone, Johnny was running a shaky hand through his shoulder length hair. The poor woman desperately needed a distraction, the actor just hoped what he had in mind would be enough to help.
    Raven stared at the passing scenery, curiosity and a bit of excitement filling her despite herself. After they had grabbed a quick meal through the drive-through, the actor had begun driving them to some secret location. When she asked where they were going, the handsome but worn looking male only smile slightly. Having a strange sense of deja-vu, the nervous female took a sip of her soda. This reminded her a lot of when Amanda had surprised her with tickets to a Marilyn Manson concert, an action that had caused a rather large change in her life. Knowing Johnny wouldn’t be so cruel as to bring her to a Manson concert, the pale female found herself beginning to feel a bit apprehensive anyway.
    After traveling in relative silence, the star turned into a parking lot for what looked to be a huge, domed stadium. Recognizing it as a concert venue, Raven felt an immediate jolt of fear and anxiety. Memorie of the concert that had started all this began to fill her head and she felt her entire body begin to get tingly. A large, gentle hand on her shoulder brought her back to the here and now and she turned to the man beside her with a grateful smile. Johnny only smiled in return, his goatee and mustache framing his mouth perfectly. “Come on, I got us some special seats,” he murmured quietly, moving the hand on her shoulder to grasp her hand and bring it up to his lips. His facial hair tickled briefly on her soft skin, leaving the female a bit breathless and flustered.
    Shaking herself of the feelings that were frankly making her uncomfortable, the black haired woman smiled at the actor before opening her door and getting out of the car. Johnny was close behind, a large pair of dark sunglasses perched on his nose. Looking him over, Raven found herself surprised that the disguise actually worked on other people. To her, the movie star was still easily recognizable; the large glasses doing nothing to hide the familiar bone structure of his face. Shaking her head with a slight smile, the black clad female put on her own, green lensed sunglasses. If the technique somehow worked for Johnny, then there was no reason to doubt it would work for her as well.
    Then a gentle hand was on her shoulder, carefully leading her through the overcrowded parking lot. The sea of people in the lot all moved toward the large, front doors but Johnny led her to a small, dark alley on the left of the building. There, a bunch of roadies were passing instruments to what looked like band members through a door in the side of the building. A few shades wearing security guards watched the two groups, seeming to be on the look out for any possible threats or people that had wandered to the wrong place. In fact, one of them seemed very familiar. “Jerome??” she gasped out incredulously, her jaw dropping to see the actor’s bodyguard seemingly at another job.
    “Hey Ms. Raven! “ he greeted, a slight smile on his face as he gave her a small wave. In seconds, she was running forward to hug the much taller, bulkier man. She hadn’t seen him for quite a few days and, even though she had been buried in her misery, she had missed him. Despite the rocky way their friendship had started, Jerome had become one of her closest friends.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked as she released the linebacker-like man, stepping back to smile at him. Quirking his brow at her, he looked up at Johnny with a look so full of relief that it made guilt fill her afresh. Had she really been that bad?
    “It does me good to see you smile again. As for why I’m here, well I’ll let Mr. Depp answer that,” he replied, relief and amusement mixed in his deep voice.
    Immediately turning to the actor behind her, Raven was frustrated to see him grinning down at her with amusement. “He was initially here to provide us some extra security but it looks like he got roped into helping the band,” the lithe male replied, amusement sparkling in his eyes.
    “Jay Jay!” came and unfamiliar, male voice from the entrance the seeming band members stood, making Raven startle slightly and turn to look at the source. There, in the door, stood a very familiar looking man. He was shorter than Johnny but still taller than her, dressed in a black t-shirt and plaid kilt. Black dreadlocks hung around his shoulders and an odd looking mustache adorned his upper lip. The strange man spread his arms open to the actor before rushing forward and picking up the taller male in a tight bear hug.
    “It’s been forever since you’ve come to one of my concerts man! It’s great to see you!” the kilt wearing male exclaimed, twirling the actor around for a few seconds before setting him back on his feet.
    Watching this with an expression of confused bemusement, Raven began trying to place just how she knew this man. Something about his voice and the kilt he was wearing was setting off bells of recognition in her head big time. “Sorry about that. I got busy with work and other things,” Johnny chuckled, bringing her out of her inner musings. Then the actor was moving to stand to her right and slightly behind her, his right hand coming to rest on the corresponding shoulder. The strange male’s gaze followed the star until he finally noticed Raven. Blinking his brown eyes, a bit of recognition came into his gaze as he looked her over.
    “Raven, this is Jonathan Davis; the lead singer of KoRn,” the male beside her introduced, amusement in his baritone voice as his grip on her shoulder tightened ever so slightly.
    As soon as the name left his lips, recognition slammed into the pale female and made her jolt slightly. “You’re Raven?! Johnny’s told me so much about you! It’s a real honor to meet ya!” the jovial man exclaimed, walking towards her and offering her his hand with a wide, friendly smile.
    Blinking a bit from being a bit star struck as well as just how friendly Davis was, Raven timidly gave the singer her hand; only to have him pull her into a gruff hug. His hands patted her back enthusiastically for a few seconds before he released the stunned woman. “Come on! The concert’s gonna be starting soon!” the oddly exuberant man exclaimed, sounding like an excited child as he led them toward the door he had come from.
    Staring after the retreating performer, Raven looked up at Johnny with a confused but amused look. “How on Earth did you know I liked KoRn?” she asked in a breathless voice, her eyes twinkling merrily as she began to move toward the door Davis was now waiting for them by.
    “A little birdy told me,” the goateed actor chuckled, amusement and relief in his earthy gaze as he followed close behind.
    “Would this little birdy happen to have curly hair and green eyes?” the slowly relaxing female quipped, humor in her voice as she followed Jonathan and the rest of his band into the building.
    “Possibly,” the star replied, a teasing note to his smooth voice as one of his hands came to rest on her shoulder and pulled her close to his body.
    “Hey! Lovebirds! Break it up for a moment and get on the stage! The seats are all set up for you,” came a teasing voice from ahead, making Raven jolt away from him in embarrassment and shame. It was much too soon to even entertain the thought of pursuing another relationship, especially with Johnny. With how much the actor cared for her during her relationship with Manson and even now, she wouldn’t feel right allowing him to grow any closer to her than he was. It would feel like a betrayal to Johnny, Manson and herself.
    “We’re not lovebirds! We’re just good friends,” she found herself protesting, shooting the actor beside her an apologetic glance that begged for his understanding. Johnny only looked down at her with sad acceptance, his shoulder length black hair framing his tanned face. The hand on her shoulder tightened briefly before he released her and walked onto the side of the stage.
    Davis looked from the two of them with both concern and a bit of sympathy. Then he was grabbing her hand and pulling gently. “Come on. This is to help get your mind off your troubles, remember?” the singer cajoled gently, leading her firmly onto the shiny, black surface. Smiling weakly at Davis, the pale female found herself feeling just a bit shy around the musician. She might have met a lot of famous people recently but that didn’t mean it didn’t still affect her.
    Allowing the dreadlocked male to lead her to Johnny’s side, Raven watched as the kilt wearing singer strode confidently onto the stage and stood behind a rather iconic looking microphone stand. The metal stand resembled a nude, android-like woman, her large, nipple tipped breasts pointing straight into the air. As the spotlights came on and focused on the performer, his hands reached up to grope the metallic orbs in a rather sexual manner; drawing an approving roar from the sea of people below him.
    Flashing the rock and roll symbol to the huge crowd; he ripped the mic off the stand, spread his arms out and took a few steps back towards his raised drummer. “I have some very special friends here with me tonight that you guys might know,” he rasped into the microphone, bringing his arms down and gesturing to the side Raven and Johnny were currently hidden on. The black haired female froze beside the actor, looking up at him with a look of abject horror.
    Taking a few steps back and raising his hands in surrender, the movie star widened his eyes in fear and confusion. “Don’t look at me! I had nothing to do with this!” he exclaimed, sounding as confused and shocked as she felt.
    “Meet my friend Johnny fuckin’ Depp!” he roared into the mic, turning his head to fix his gaze on the actor.
    Heaving a sigh, the taller man gave Raven a deeply apologetic look before striding out onto the stage. As soon as he came into view, a spotlight fixed right on him and the entire crowd erupted into loud roars and whistles. “This man has been my friend for many, many years! Tonight he brought a very special young lady with him. Now, she’s very shy and she’s recently had a very hard time. Now I know you guys may have read some things about her in the gossip rags but if I hear a single ‘boo’ I promise you I will walk off the fucking stage,” he snarled into the metal tube in his hand, his normally joking voice deadly serious as he glared out at the dead silent crowd.
    Raven could only close her eyes tightly as her heart raced in her chest and she tried to remember to breathe. She was tempted to pray to any God out there that something happened to cancel the concert but so far she hadn’t had much luck with that tactic. “I want you all to give a warm welcome to Raven!” he yelled into the mic, his dark eyes fixed on her with a pointed look. Whimpering softly, the now shaking female took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage.
    Instead of the rage and disgust she expected, she got a sort of hushed awe that was heavy with sympathy. Looking out at the oddly quiet crowd, the black clad female found herself wondering if anything Manson had done recently had caused this. As far as she knew he was on tour, she hadn’t bothered to do any more checking up than that. Just knowing he was out there and safe had been enough for her. Now, now she found herself feeling a deep worry for the ‘Antichrist Superstar’. Now she found herself wondering just how he was acting during his shows if the audience was greeting her with such sympathy. “Now, if she is willing, Raven will do the opening song,” Davis announced, breaking the spell and jolting Raven back to reality.
    Feeling a cold wash of fear rush over her, the flustered woman looked up at the singer with absolute horror. There was no way she could do that! Doing it once with Manson had been bad enough and that had been before the paparazzi was hounding her every move. If she sang again, there was every chance that it would be recorded and passed around. It might even become big enough that she would start having even more news hounds showing up at her house. As it was, she was thankful for a day where they didn’t show up to pound on her door.
    Before she could begin a full on retreat, Raven found herself being grabbed around the waist by a firm but gentle grip and a microphone lowered to her face. “Any song hun, just as long as it’s one of mine,” he requested, smiling at her kindly as he hovered the mic in front of her face. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she grasped the plastic body of the object before she took it in her shaking hand.
    “I want to do ‘Alone I Break’,” she whispered into the silver ball just inches before her lips as her bruised looking eyes slid shut. All of a sudden she looked very tired and very sad, as if everything was crashing down on her all over again.
    As soon as the words left her mouth, Jonathan motioned to his band and backed up to stand beside Johnny. Both men watched the female as the spotlight focused on her and the guitar began to play. After a few beats, the now resolute female began to sing. “Pick me up, been bleeding too long. Right here, right now; I'll stop it some how,” she breathed into the mic, her voice heavy with emotion as the band played behind her.
    “I will make it go away, can't be here no more,” she belted suddenly, her voice raw with sorrow and deep heartbreak.
    “Seems this is the only way, I will soon be gone!” she continued, running her hand through her ebony hair as she began to pace.
    “These feelings will be gone, these feelings will be gone,” she hissed venomously, sounding as if she was trying to assure herself.
    “Now I see the times they change. Leaving doesn't seems so strange,” she rasped out as she strode back and forth over the stage, her hazel eyes glaring out over the crowd as she poured all of her feelings into the song.
    “I am hoping I can find where to leave my hurt behind,” she whispered, a desperate edge in her voice as she stopped to give Johnny and Davis a pleading look.
    “All this shit I seem to take! All alone I seem to break!” she belted out loudly, pain raw in her voice as she tugged on her ebony locks and began to pace again.
    “I have lived the best I can! Does this make me not a man!” she snarled into the mic, glaring out at the crowd almost accusingly before heaving a sigh.
    “Shut me off. I am ready, heart stops,” she breathed, her voice unsteady as tears began to roll down her flushed cheeks.
    “I stand alone. Can’t be on my own,” she sighed in a frightened, pleading voice, closing her eyes as she paused for a moment.
    “I will make it go away, can't be here no more,” she snarled out in a pained voice, keeping her eyes shut as she gripped the mic tightly.
    “Seems this is the only way, I will soon be gone!” she screamed into the mic, opening her blazing eyes to glare at the rapt audience.
    “These feelings will be gone, these feelings will be gone,” she whimpered from between gritted teeth, desperation clear in her strained voice.
    “Now I see the times they change. Leaving doesn't seems so strange,” she sighed, sounding oddly defeated and full of sadness as her eyes slipped shut.
    “I am hoping I can find where to leave my hurt behind,” she continued in a shaking, pleading voice as she seemed to gripped the machine in her hands like a lifeline.
    “All this shit I seem to take! All alone I seem to break!” Raven belted out, her hazel eyes flying open to fix the crowd with a defiant, almost challenging glare.
    “I have lived the best I can! Does this make me not a man?” she hissed, beating her chest as she began to pace again. her blazing eyes held a look of challenge as she scanned the silent crowd.
    “Am I going to leave this place? What is it I'm running from? Is there nothing more to come?” she sighed into the mic, her pacing slowing as her gaze grew wistful and a bit bitter.
    “Is it always black in space? Am I going to take it's place? Am I going to leave this race?” she murmured into the mic, sounding conflicted and questioning as she came to a stop.
    “I guess god's up in this place? What is it that I've become? Is there something more to come?” she sighed breathlessly into the round ball before her lips, swaying slightly in place.
    “Now I see the times they change. Leaving doesn't seems so strange,” Raven continued, opening her eyes as she moved a lock of her ebony hair behind her right ear. Her sad eyes scanned the crowd almost pleadingly.
    “I am hoping I can find where to leave my hurt behind,” she whispered, sounding even more lost and pleading; as if she was begging the audience to help take some of her burden.
    “All this shit I seem to take! All alone I seem to break!” the ebony haired female snarled, sounding defiant but sand and lonely as she continued to glare out at the sea of people.
    “I have lived the best I can! Does this make me not a man?” she yelled, sounding challenging before she began to pace. As she moved, she began to repeat the previous lines once again, sounding more desperate and defiant the second time.
    Once she was done, the panting female stopped in place; as if just realizing just where she was and just what she had done. Taking a deep, shaking breath, the female began to back away from the eerily quiet crowd. Only bumping into something hard and ungiving stopped her retreat and she whirled around to see what it was. There, right behind her, was Jonathan Davis.
    The dreadlocked singer looked down at her with a mixture of surprise and an emotion she didn’t dare identify. One of his hands came to rest on her shoulder as he gently took the mic from her. As if that action broke the spell, the entire stadium erupted into loud roars and cheers. Blinking in surprise, Raven looked back at Johnny unsurely. To her further shock, the actor was looking at her with a mixture of awe and deep sympathy.
    After the cheering had died off a bit, Davis raised the mic to his lips as he looked down at her with heated eyes. Eyes that now resembled melted milk chocolate. “That was... That was incredible,” he whispered into the object in his hand, his adam’s apple working as he swallowed hard. Blushing at the emotion in his voice as well as the compliment, the thoroughly flustered woman slipped out from under his arm and practically fled back to Johnny’s side. She didn’t see the heated look in the singer’s eyes as his gaze followed her.
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