Entering the cold, desolate hospital room, Twiggy was filled with fear and sadness. He squeezed Marilyn's hand as they passed by the curtain. Marilyn paused and Twiggy raised his head up. Pogo was kneeling at the end of the blue covered hospital bed crying in frustration.
"I'm going to kill him..." he muttered " I swear to god, Ginger, I'll kill him..."
Twiggy took a step towards the bed and uncovered the mass of burnt skin. "Oh my god" he gasped and quickly threw the covers back over his friends face. He stepped off to the side and grabbed Marilyn's arm and began to sob uncontrollably into his sleeve. "Who would do this?" Marilyn asked to himself.
Pogo got up and ran his fist into the mirror, shattering it to pieces.
Marilyn held Twiggy close in his arms and a tear trickled down his face.
John walked in, hustling to the back. Ginger looked up and smiled, in a deformed grin. John hugged him and wouldn't let go.
Pogo got up, grabbed his trench coat showing the knife dangling from the pocket. He ran out the door and the others stood in silence, all except the sounds of muffled sobs from Marilyn's sleeve, now covered in mascara.
Pogo rushed into the club and grabbed a tall, blonde headed guy and thrust him through the back door. He pulled him onto the ground, jumped on him and began stabbing him in the chest.
"Die, you motherfucker!" he screamed.
Sirens wailed around the corner. Pogo got up and flung the body into the dumpster, then climbed the ladder up to the top of the building.
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Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids
FanfictionOriginally this was a short story I did for school, but I continued to expand it into a Marilyn Manson based drama/suspense/action story. Please enjoy.
