The Man Behind the Makeup

Chapter 5: A-Alexia

I had finally made it back to the side of the stage just as Ronnie was starting his last song. Holy shit, I am fucking tired! I took pictures of him and the rest of the band as they all jumped around, jamming out to no end. Jacky looked over at me and smiled shyly. He was such a sweetheart. I waved at him and took his picture, which made him shake his head, moving towards the center of the stage for his guitar solo. Ronnie just put his arm around him and sang into the microphone. I noticed that tons of people were moshing in the center or the crowd and I just had happened to notice that some girl was being seriously attacked by some older guy.

"Ronnie, some girl is getting attacked!" I yelled, hoping he would hear me. He looked over and I pointed out into the pit. He stopped singing as the band continued playing. "Hot pink hair." I mouthed and he searched harder. He covered his mouth as he spotted her, finally.

"Guys, stop, stop." Everybody in the crowd and band went silent.The guy that was beating the girl started yanking her out of the center, practically ripping her arm off. "Anna, where is she?"

"He started pulling her out of the crowds. I'm watching him right now." Ronnie followed my eyes and saw the man. He had his big hand over her mouth so her screams for help were silenced. I ran out on stage and grabbed Ronnie's microphone, getting real brave about this. Things like this really hit me at heart, even though I wasn't physically abused. "Hey, douchebag hurting the girl with amazing pink hair!" He froze, knowing he was caught. "You think it's fun beating girls as innocent as her?!" He pushed the girl really hard to the ground and I saw that she hit her head really hard. "Security, get her to the medical tent. I'll find this guy." I gave Ronnie back the microphone and left my camera with Kevin, knowing I could trust him to take good care of it as I ran off the stage.

I could feel my eyes burn with rage as I took my sunglasses out of my back pocket. Oh it's been too long since I have ever killed anyone, but I probably shouldn't kill him if I still want to keep my job and freedom. I will make him regret that he beat that girl. I really want to talk to that girl and ask her about this.

I searched the grounds as thoroughly as possible; checking every tent and crowd for him. Hm, maybe he's around the buses. I ran towards the parking lot that was filled with buses and places to hide.

"Annabelle, he's under the Sleeping With Sirens bus." I heard my dad's voice echo in my head. I ran and as the bus came in sight, I lifted up my glasses, revealing my pitch black eyes that stung with fury. Yep, he's there. Placing them back down, I started walking over to the bus like I was going to go in for a visit. I saw that Kellin was going to walk out of the bus with Copeland, but I knew he had heard about the guy, considering he was holding her in his arms instead of letting her walk. He looked at me and I shook my head, pointing under the bus.

"He's under the bus, get inside." I mouthed and he nodded, quickly walking up the stairs and locked the door. I stood facing the bus, waiting for him to move. "You should get out from under this bus right now if you don't want me to kill you." My voice was deep and blood thickening; my true inner demon coming out to play. This should be fun. I heard as he started crawling out, but he wasn't crawling out towards me. It was the other side. Looks like we've got a runner. He started running back to the grounds, but I put out my hand, having his body stop instantly as he held his throat.

"What the fuck?" He choked out as I walked towards him, starting to close my hand. I smirked as I stood in front of the monster.

"So I hear you like to beat innocent girls." I lifted my glasses and his eyes widened, his body starting to shake with fear as he took notice to my black eyes.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I started to move my arm up, having his body float up with it as I started to close my hand even more.