Terrorcest one shots

silent killer part 3

A/N: final chapter of the 'miniseries' silent killer, the book skin and bones should be coming out soon.

Also, WestHamBabe your request chapter is coming soon, but I had started this by the time you asked. It'll be the next one.

Nikki Sixx

Tommy just stops playing in mid air. Vince glances over at me, as if to say 'that's not part of the show'. I nod back at him, also confused. He'll start playing again in a couple of seconds. I train my ears to listen for his shout out. Probably something nonsensical.

"T-BONE!" Vince yells into the microphone.

Nothing. Tommy doesn't say anything. Now I'm starting to worry. Tommy still hasn't said anything, so I run across the stage with my bass and take Vince's microphone. My hands are slightly shaking as I turn my head to the sky to see the drum cage. The crowd is deathly silent except for murmurs of confusion.

"TOMMY?! TOMMY CAN YOU HEAR ME?! BABY!!?" I shout desperately, my voice even hurting my own ears.

He doesn't respond, and Mick is talking to the crew on the side of the stage. A couple of minutes later Tommy's drum cage starts to come down, and I nearly faint. He's unconscious, and looks like death. I notice that the straps were barely holding him in, and it makes me sick. Vince is right beside me, and I hear his quiet gasps.

"HEY WE NEED A MEDIC!" Vince calls.

I rush over to Tommy. His face is so pale and sunken in. I can't get the image of his concave, deformed torso out of my mind. I fumble with the straps that held him in, finally managing to get him out, his body falling forward limply.

Two men in medic uniforms take his body from my hands. He was so light, it's actually scaring me. I don't want to cry onstage in front of everybody. It's too hard not to though. The medics drag Tommy backstage and we all follow. I watch as they put the oxygen mask over his face, and put a cold cloth over his face.

It's a couple of minutes before Tommy begins to wake up. The medics take his blood pressure and stick something weird looking in his finger as he opens his eyes. I quickly kneel beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. The medic strips him of his clothes. Tommy rips the face mask off with a bony arm.

"Tommy...Tommy can you hear me?" I ask.

He coughs violently as he turns over. The sight is astonishing. His back is so thin that you can almost see every individual groove of his spine, we can clearly see the back of his rib cage...it's terrifying.

"i-it's co-cold." Tommy mumbles, teeth chattering.

It's not. In fact, it's blistering here. We're in an open air arena, it's summertime, and this was one of our day gigs. How could Tommy possibly think its cold? Is he faking it? My brain quickly rules that one out the second that I touch him. Tommy is ice cold to the touch. I'm stunned, not knowing what to do. He feels like what a person would feel like if they stepped into sub zero temperatures.

Tommy Lee

I'm not exactly sure how I got to be laying backstage. All I can be sure of is that I hate feeling so exposed and cold. I can feel everyones eyes on me, like everyone in the entire world has decided to watch me all of the sudden. My heart starts to speed up.

All eyes are on you fatass.

Oh my god fuck off brain.

You should have tried harder to lose weight, like I fucking told you. You are useless to them now, and now they all know. They all can see how ugly and disgusting your body looks. Look at them, they probably all think you're some kind of freak.

I desperately try to scramble for one of the sweaters I had been wearing, failing miserably. My body feels so fragile, and I can't tell why. I have no idea what's going on. It's freezing out here, and soon enough I feel the touch of Nikkis strong, calloused hands.
They somehow put my writhing body at ease.

"Tommy?" Nikki asks, in a voice thats like a wall made out of cards, thin and easy to break.

"Yeah?" I croak out, my brain registering the sounds of everything.

"W-why?" He asks, trembling.

"why what?" I ask, fighting just to keep my eyes open.

"Why are you doing this baby? You're so thin and frail. You have dark circles under your eyes that could shop at a mega store, and you're so pale and you've been acting weird lately." Nikki cries, his eyes filling with emotion.

"Nikki, I'm not thin, and I'm not doing anything to myself. I just need to lose this extra weight I'm putting on. It's no biggie it'll be gone soon." I mumble, relieved the medics have left us alone.

Nikkis face twists into a combination of emotions, but the two that stand out are confusion and sadness. It's hard to see him like this, but when I look into the mirror I don't see what he does.

"Nikki?" I ask, feeling like shit.

"Yeah?" He replies

"Why do you think I'm so skinny?" I question, sitting my aching body up from the floor.

"Why do I-GAH!" Nikki sputters, throwing his hands into the air.

"Because you are skinny Tommy, you're terrifying at this point. No human should ever look like that okay? You're like a skeleton that someone stretched a skin suit over. You're so thin that I'm actually afraid that I'm going to break you! I don't understand why you can't see how damn badly you're hurting yourself!! Is it like an addiction to where you just think everything is okay and it's helping you until you nearly die?! Because that isn't what I want for you! I want you to live a long and healthy life and someday I want to marry you if it becomes legal. Let me help you!" Nikki sounds almost angry.

I can't help it as I start to cry. My mind won't leave me alone and I just can't understand what is happening. I ball myself up, hugging my knees to my chest, surprised at the sharp pricks i'm feeling. I don't even stop when I feel Nikkis strong arms wrap around me, the smell of leather and pine invading my thoughts.

"I just can't see it Nikki! I-I want to." I sob.

"Then let me show you, and let me help you." He mumbles, kissing me as I nod, feeling out of place in my own body.