I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 113

-August 5th; Mansfield-

'Happy birthday,' Craig blinks, giving me a hug.

"Thanks Silent Killer," I say.

"Come, give me a hug," Sid says.

"Nice dirtbiking gear," I say, hugging him.

"Shut up. I have to wear these probably until Mayhem ends," he says.

"Actually, until the end of the Japanese leg or so. 4 months of dirtbiking gear on your legs," I say.

"And being wheelchair bound for at least 2 of those 4," he adds.

"Ouch, wheelchair bound. How are you going to stage dive," I ask.

"Easy. I make Mick throw me into the crowd," he says.

"Sounds like a plan," I say.

"You switching with anyone since we've gotten into the groove again," Joey asks.

"It's my birthday, hell no," I say, making the guys laugh. I step off the bus and Mick picks me up, putting me on his shoulder.

"Am I just a sack of potatoes to you," I ask him.

"You're someone who deserves to not walk today. Especially with those fuckin' heels," he says. I'm trying out my tallest heels today; 20 inches. They make me 7 foot 5 so I have to duck lower than Jim.

"What about them? Afraid I might trip," I ask.

"Yeah. I'm afraid you might break something. Like your skull," he says. He sets me on my feet and looks up, putting on a 'why' look.

"Holy fuck you're tall," Joey says, looking straight up.

"I am and I love it," I say. I grab his hands and pull him up to my feet, letting him stand on them.

"And she's still taller than you," Chris says.

"Can you just not today? It's a special day or me, but at least be nice to others today," I say.

"How tall are you anyway," Jim asks.

"7 foot 5. A little over I think though. Maybe 7 foot 5 and a half," I say. I put an arm on his shoulder and he shrugs it off, getting ready with the others. Sid wheels himself in and stops beside me, looking up.

"How's the weather," he asks.

"It's great. How's it down there," I ask.

"Perfect," he says. We nod and I unbuckle my shoes, stepping out of them. I stand on my toes since I didn't adjust my feet and walk to the mirror, hearing snickers from the guys.

"You got something to say," I ask as I put on my makeup. I'm attempting to put my teeth on my face from the mask, and so far it's just like the mask.

"Ya know how Barbie dolls always stand on their toes" Shawn starts.

"You look like that," Chris says.

"You just said I'm achieving the woman's unachievable beauty standards. Thanks for the compliment," I say.

"Damnit, she got us," Corey says. I move my legs and there's a little screech from my joints.

"Shut up joints. I'm not that old," I growl at them.

"That was your joints? You need to oil them," Sid says.

"Grease them, but yes," I say.

Sid puts my grease on the table in front of me and I pat his head, finished with my makeup.

"That's legitimately scary. Add some fake blood and you got a great Slipknot mask," Sid says making me wonder. He sees my face and sighs, shaking his head.

"Shouldn't've said it," he mutters as I dig in my backpack. 

I find red paint and a mixing tray, making me smile. I could mix black and red to get the color, then mix water in with it to give it the blood-like shine. I test it out and it works, letting me put it on the teeth. Since it can wash off, I put it on my mask in splatters and use the rest on the chin of the mask and splatters on my neck.

"What are you- nope. Fuck that," Joey throws his hands up and walks out when he sees my finished product.

"Fuckin' scary-ass sister lookin' like she murdered someone Venom-style," Chris says, also walking out.

"Some creepy fuckin' nightmare fuel," Shawn says, walking out. Craig says nothing and walks out, shaking his head.

"Murdering someone then fuckin' eating them. Too far man," Corey says, walking out.

"Fuckin' creepy-ass shit," Jim says, ducking out.

"I take it back, you've already broken something so fuckin' vital," Mick says, walking out.

"I got a creepy motherfuckin' sister putting on scary-ass shit," Paulie says, walking out. I look at Sid and he nods, giving the 'okay' hand sign.

"Thanks Sid," I say. As he puts on the paint, I put his pinkish-red hair into a Mohawk. I get the gel off of my hands and put in my all-black contacts so I look as creepy as possible.

"You think they're coming back," I ask Sid as I get my second contact in.

"Probably. They don't have their masks on," he says.

"True. Damn, I did really well on the paint," I say. I take the teeth out of my mask and put it on, tightening the buckles enough for a headache.

"Lemme see," Sid says. I turn to him and he shudders, looking away.

"Yeah you did. Why the contacts though," he asks.

"Because I wanted to be as creepy as possible for the maggots," I say.

"You achieved it," he says. The guys come back in and look at me, really wanting to walk back out.

"How do you come up with these things? There's blood on your mask," Shawn exclaims.

"I'm not right in the head. Probably why I don't feel pain that much," I say.

"Any more tattoos you got," Mick asks.

"Nah. I'm holding off until I get back to work," I say.

"Smart choice," Chris says.

"Damn straight," I say, making them laugh and shudder when they see me.