The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

hate me all you want

A/N: Please lmk what you think guys i worked really hard on these two chapters (two as promised). i love you all let me know also what you think Vanity is trying to do.

"HELLO!"

"HELLO!"

"HELLO!"

"THIS IS FAR TOO FUCKING FAST!" Johnny's voice echoed through the mic, cutting through the rapid beats of Paul and Steve. The sudden shout brought the energetic pace to an abrupt halt, and both Paul and Steve exchanged bewildered glances.

The atmosphere in the rehearsal room crackled with tension, the unspoken feud between Paul and Steve on one side and Johnny and Sid on the other casting an obvious unease. It wasn't just a battle of musical tempos, it was a clash of egos, a silent war fought through the language of music.

Johnny's frustration hung heavy in the air, the strain of their differences bubbling beneath the surface. Each note played became a battleground. The band's unity, once a driving force, now felt like a fragile alliance threatening to unravel.

In the dimly lit rehearsal space, the music had become a reflection of the underlying discord. The clash of styles and the struggle for control over the rhythm mirrored the fractured relationships within the band. 

Suddenly through the darkness of the back of the hall, Malcolm appeared into the spotlight with a smirk on his face "Malcolm!" 

"Well, all hail, my slinky southern six-shooters!" Malcolm chuckled as he walked closer to the stage. "Nice of you to finally turn up." Steve commented sarcastically, Malcolm had been gone ages leaving them to deal with everything, and god only knows what he'd been doing whilst he was away. "Not nice, actually!" Sid shouted. 

"Apologies, my Texan "Terribles", but I have been very busy attending to some important sеx Pistol business down in Los Angeles." Malcolm stated as if he'd not been missing without any update or word on where he was. "Well, oh, fearless fuck-up, I've been attending to some very important near-death business involving thousands of redneck cowboys baying for my blood." Johnny said however was cut off by Steve We were all attending to that, all of us. Stop saying "me!"

"But I cop it the most because I'm the star." Johnny retorted, he had been the main target for the crowds of America, however Steve felt a small angry fire light in his. "You hear that, Cookie? Me and you may as well piss off and finally go have some fun." Steve said sarcastically. "Oh, yeah, sounds good. When are we leaving?" Paul replied with a grin

"Go! Won't be hard finding another backing band." Johnny said, unbothered by Steve's threat to leave. Sid Chuckled "Backing band ". It's only me and John anyone actually looks at." he said, and was correct in a way, people were finding Johnny and Sid to be the more entertaining ones of the band.

"Thank fսcking Christ they're not listening to you." Steve grumbled. Sid grabbed the microphone as Malcolm watched with an entertained smile, waiting for what was going to happen next whilst watching the destruction in front of him. "Doesn't matter what you sound like, it's what you look like what counts!"
"Yeah who told you that then? your little junkie girlfriend." Steve remarked. Sid took his bass from around his head, strutting up to Steve he grabbed the bass by its neck, almost like he was getting ready to swing it at him for even mentioning Vanity like that. "Who you calling a fucking junkie?" Malcolm began to clap "Brilliant! Ha-ha! Exactly as I planned! You were turning into a rock band" Malcolm snarled. "And how can any poor, disenfranchised kid relate to a rock band?" he began to pace. "Inaccessible. Famous. John was acting like Rod Stewart!"  

"To be fair, he's got the hair for it now." Paul said before hitting his drum symbol. "fսck off!" Johnny turned around, not bothered by the joke. "I needed to bring you back down to street-level where you belong, to throw you into the furnace and see what remains of you." Malcolm chimed in again.