The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

M A M A S B O Y

a blanket of stars draped over the sky as a fiery blaze caused an orange haze to cast over the small area of darkness 

small glowing sparks spat from the fire as two figures stood before it. those two figures being Vivienne and Malcolm. he had his arm around her as she cuddled her head into his chest.
"i have to blow them up" Malcolm spoke, gazing into the flames. "This is about John Isn't it?" Vivienne asked. Malcolm shook his head "it's about art." he replied, "so that out of the chaos something more new and powerful may emerge" Vivienne said, knowing that was always her line of thought.
"it's always been my philosophy" Malcolm gloated. "actually it's mine...you appropriated it" Vivienne shut him down. he tutted "Don't be ridiculous, it's all right" he said.

Vivienne and Malcolm watched as their children took the replica of Johnny they'd made, Ben holding the front and Joe holding the legs. they swung it back and forth before throwing it onto the fire completely. "what about Steve?" Vivienne asked as she saw the boys going to grab the second replica, this time it was a replica of Sid. they repeated the same action of throwing him onto the fire. "he may rise...or he may fall. Chaos shall decide." Malcolm gulped his beer.

"what about her if the band breaks...so does she" Vivienne said. watching the boys take the third and final figure from the side "she'll break them, there's one thing for certain is that she's the key..." the boys swung the figure

once

"to destroy the band"

twice

"we must destroy her with it"

the boys finally threw the figure onto the blaze, it landed straight in the middle of the replica of Johnny and Sid almost immediately going up in a blaze.
the figure had Chocolate brown hair, it's lips painted a dark cherry red along with it's eyes dark and plastered with thick eye-shadow.

Vanity

three days later

I've seen you in the mirror
When the story began

And I fell in love with you.
I love yer mortal sin
Yer brains are locked away
But I love your company
I only ever leave you
When you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand
I'm in love with myself, myself
My beautiful self

I've no feeling, no feeling, no feeling
For anybody else

Johnny sang loudly into the microphone as the crowd moshed together. out of the four Johnny and Sid were the more obvious, you couldn't not watch them. especially Sidney. he jumped up and down not even playing his bass, just smacking the strings incredibly hard and shaking his head like a mad man.

from the balcony, watching from above was Malcolm stood with his fairly new assistant, both of them looked down at the chaos however Malcolm watched with a small, devious grin "phoebe, how would you like to supervise young Sidney for a month or two?" He asked, Phoebe scoffed "no way" Malcolm tutted "oh go on, he'd be a good influence on you." Malcolm encouraged. "i think it's time he went back to his mums" she snarled as her nose twitched slightly with anger.

near the top of the balcony was four teenagers sat with their backs against the wall, one of them had their chin resting on their fist sighing. "i wanna go out tonight, on the pull" one of the girls said "punks don't go on the pull they go to fucking boring gigs like this" another one said as she rolled her eyes.
"i ain't gonna be a punk no more" one of the boys said. the girl who spoke last time began to laugh "what're ya gonna be then Clark? a skinhead?" she chuckled.