Terrorcest one shots

silent killer part two

A/N: so this is going to become a full book called Skin and Bones, so be sure to be on the lookout for that one. This chapter won't be a part of the book itself, but rather just something for the oneshot. The first chapter will be part of the book, and that will be the opening chapter. Anyways, enjoy!!

Also, sorry if the paragraphs are unnecessarily long. Writing on my laptop.

Nikki Sixx, a few weeks later

I have no idea what's up with Tommy. He seems really tired lately, and he's always wearing hoodies, even onstage. It's so strange. Now he sleeps with multiple layers of long sleeved clothing on, and barely allows me to touch him anymore.

Maybe he is sick. I noticed he wasn't looking very well, he looks really thin lately. We had a two week long break from touring and I was really busy the entire time, and I wasn't able to see him. I hope he's feeling better. We have a huge show tonight and I'm so excited. Sometimes it's hard to believe that we're really here, at the top.

"Tommy man!" I yell, pounding on his door for the fifth time.

After a couple of minutes, Tommy opens the hotel room door. I'm taken aback by his appearance. His face is gaunt, and sweaty. He's totally emaciated and almost terrifying to look at. He's actually shirtless for once, and I can count every rib. His stomach is literally concave, and his hips are jutting out. His once tight leather pants are barely even staying on his body at the moment.

"oh...hey Nikki..." Tommy croaks.

"Tommy...oh...Tommy...wow...I-" I'm at a complete loss for words.

He looks up at me. It looks like he's been crying. I can't hold back the urge to pull him into a strong embrace. His body is freezing cold. I can feel every bone in his body almost.

"I didn't w-want you...want you to...see me...see me like this." Tommy wails.

"Tommy baby, you're so thin...what's wrong?" I ask.

"thin? Nikki I'm far from thin. I still feel fat even though I've been trying so hard to lose weight." he says, trembling in my embrace.

What in the hell does he mean? He looks fucking underweight. I'm scared I'm going to crush him. How can he possibly think he's fat?. If I wasn't able to feel his spine I would shake him until I managed to knock some sense into him.

"Tommy baby I can see your bones. You're actually TOO skinny!" I try, stepping back from him.

"N-nikki...don't lie to me." Tommy says, stumbling back into the room.

I'm so confused right now. Can Tommy not feel that his bones are jutting out from his body? Has he not looked into the mirror? His body looks so fragile and worn. His face is almost sunken in. He has to have noticed, right?

"Tommy...how about we go get some food?" I suggest, planting my hand on his leg. There's almost nothing on his leg. It's just bone.

Tommy Lee, right before the show

I felt guilty about turning Nikki down for dinner. He seems kind of hurt about it. Eating isn't good for me right now, I'm so fat that my body has started to look deformed. I hate the way I feel in my own skin, wishing I could just shed like a snake and somehow be a whole new person.

I barely even have the energy to drag myself out of my dressing room. My head is spinning and every couple of steps I fall forward. My life is in a total free fall, and I have no idea how I'm going to pull this show off, or the ones after.

I can barely keep my eyes open, there's a thousand dull hammers hitting against my brain. I have to sit down to keep from falling, leaning against a wall.

"Tommy are you sure that you're okay to perform tonight?" Vince asks, sitting beside me.

Dear god why is everybody so worried about me? It's unnecessary and annoying.

I nod, wrapping my two layers of hoodies tightly around me. "Yeah my energy is just a little low. It'll be better when I go onstage." I say, words running together as I desperately attempt to conserve energy.

But it wasn't better. The entire show my mind is racing and the world seems blurry. I try to focus on my drumming, but I know I'm slipping up. And then it's time for the drum solo.

It starts off well, but my body gives into the inevitable darkness that is closing in. I'm thrown into the pitch black and I can't even scream for help.