The Speed of Pain (Twiggy Ramirez fanfic)

Marilyn Manson

Just a few hours later of following Brian Warner around, and they end up on Clyde street, surrounded by drunkards and ended up in some creepy bar downtown. As they walk in, they notice slobbering drunks in each corner, the television bustling texas holdem poker championships and one man sitting alone at the bar, laughing hysterically at the ceiling.

Brian pointed. "That's our guy."

"How do you know? What if he can't even play anything" Jeordie questioned.

"Then we ask..."

"This is insane. Who just goes around one night to find people for a band? This won't last..." Shaddox griped.

Jeordie grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. "Relax. Just live once in your life. He pulled her up to his face and whispered in her ear, "I'll protect you"

Shaddox closed her eyes as she felt his breath upon her ear and sighed and placed a kiss on his cheek, soft and long.

Brian cleared his throat and tilted his head toward the man, who was now downing shots of whiskey and grunting to himself, shaking back and forth.

Shaddox let go of Jeordie's hand and followed Brian towards the center of the bar.

"Thinking of ways to kill people?" Brian started out with.

The man stopped what he was doing and turned to us and laughed. "How'd you know?" He was bald, but had a fumanchu style goatee and wore old german looking pants and a coat over a Black Flag band tee. He seemed a little more than insane.

The group stayed there for hours until last call. Shaddox was wasted sitting in between Jeordie and Brian who were both making moves, while Brian convinced the guy, Stephen, that we needed him in our group, whether he could do anything or not. Stephen admittedly told Brian that he could master keyboard in a couple weeks, which we later learned to be fact.

They all came, stumbling from the bar until they found a taxi and headed for Jeordie's house after calling everyone they knew to throw a party.

"And we will find our last person. The necessary element. Here."

"We need a guitarist and drummer." Jeordie said.

"Well, you guys go for the guitarist and I'll find the drummer." Shaddox spoke.

They nodded in agreement as Jeordie and Brian wandered off in one direction and Shaddox and Stephen headed another. He placed his arm around her shoulder and walked around with her.

"What's your name, kid?" he winked at her.

"I'm not a kid, necessarily. And my name is Shaddox. Now quit touching me, weirdo"

He pulled his arm off her and slumped a little "Fine. being friendly. geez.." he began to mumble to himself.

There was a  loud commotion coming from the kitchen and they went to investigate.

"Chug! chug! chug! chug!" a crowd yelled continuously as a group of guys held a slightly slimmer, muscletoned guy up by the ankles as he drank from the keg.

Finally, they sat him down and his black mohawk whisped down into his face. He smiled at shaddox.

"Name's Freddie. Hey" he winked at her. She groaned and then forced a smile.

"So my friend over there..." she pointed towards the couch in the far side of the room at Brian and Jeordie, "They're starting a band. A serious one. I overheard you talking about kicks and beats earlier. You wouldn't happen to be a drummer would you?"

He paused for a minute and then had them follow him into the music room, where Jeordie had a guitar, bass, drumset and mic stand set up. He sat down behind the drums and began to wail on them.

Brian and Jeordie sat down on each side of the couch. In the middle was a guy with green hair ina few braids, smiling to himself. He turned to Brian. "So Brian. Did we do it?"

"we did, my friend. Here's our new bassist, Jeordie."

"I see. and who was the girl?"

"That was his best friend, Shaddox. She can't play anything, but she can support us with one of many other talents" Brian giggled as he saw the look on Jeordie's face.

"She's not a slut and shut the fuck up. Anyways. I'm ready to get started. I'm tired of these little shitty bands that won't go anywhere. Let's play some shit. I have a room set up" Jeordie spoke

They nodded and followed Jeordie to the music room, where he saw Shaddox and Stephen staring in bafflement at a guy behind the drum set, killing it.

Brian clapped his hands. "See. She is good for something." he laughed and Shaddox gave him a death glare.

"This is Freddie." Shaddox smiled, "who are you?" she looked at the green-haired guy.

"My name is Scott. Scott Putesky. Brian and I came up with the idea of the band. We have lots to tell you guys."

After the party had died down, everyone awoke in strange positions. Somehow they had all ended up in the same bed. Shaddox was crammed between Brian and Jeordie with nothing but her bra and some shorts on, her head on Brian's stomach and his arms around her as Jeordie's head was pressed against her back, one hand on her breast. Stephen and Scott were laying over eachother.

Stephen woke up first ,shoving Scott off, which shoved Jeordie into Shaddox and caused him to squeeze her boob harder which woke her up and caused her to slap at him which released Brian's grasp of her and once he realized he had a hold of a half naked girl, he pulled her closer.

"Woah! what the hell, guys!" she covered herself and punched Jeordie. He shook his head, "Sorry, it was just there!"

Brian placed a hand on her thigh and slid it up to the bottom of her shorts. she blushed and pulled away. All the guys were staring at her.

"Ok, enough. Get dressed ya slut" Jeordie got up and threw his shirt off at her. She grabbed it with haste and slipped it on.

"Hey not my fault. There was lots of alcohol involved."

"I'm not even sure what happened..." Stephen griped and got off the bed.

"Morning meeting, everyone" Brian hopped up and placed a handon Shaddox's ass.

Jeordie huffed angrily and Shaddox's giggled.

They all were soon at the breakfast table, talking about the coming events.

"So Brian and I had this great idea, ok. We can give ourselves names. Like from a famous serial killer and a famous woman in media." Scott informed.

"That's crazy cool" Jeordie smiled, pleased with the idea.

"It's because of how everyone makes martyrs of actors and musicians and serial killers. Makes them out to be more than they are. We will immortalize them" said Brian.

"So what's the name of this band...?" Shaddox asked.

"Marilyn Manson"