Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids

Vol. 5

Pogo flung himself into the corner of the attic door. He was breathing heavily as he wiped hhis bloody blade clean on the inside of his trenchcoat. The reflection of his devilish grin shined through the tip of the knife. 

Once the sirens fled, Pogo got to his feet and crawled down the ladder. 30 minutes later he walked into the hospital room, smiling heroicly. However, when he pulled the divider back, everyone was gone. "What the hell?" he mumbled. 

He went up to the service desk and they said they had moved him to the E.R. to perform surgery. Pogo sighed and lobbed down the hallway towards room 105. The guys were sitting on a bench outside the room and he could notice John's fidgetty foot flicking up and down. Marilyn grinned, "We know," he sparkled. "You don't have to tell us." 

Pogo frowned, "But I want to..."

Twiggy wiped a tear from his cheek and a little light glowed from his beautiful brown eyes, "You can tell me," he adde, "I'll listen." 

So Pogo explained how he walked bravely into the club, grabbed the astranged blonde man and stabbed him to death in the back alley.

"Ginger would be proud," smiled John. 

"You guys are fucking morons," Marilyn gritted his teeth. "You're acting all calm about this and you could be ruining our careers!"

"Chill out. No one will know..." ordered Pogo. "Will they?" 

They all looked up at the blonde-mohawked fiend. "No" they hailed in unison.

2 hours and 16 beers later, a doctor walked out of the room and smiled. "Well the reconstructive surgery went just fine. Mr. Wilson will be able to leave tomorrow." 

"Reconstructive surgery?" Twiggy flinched at the word and then grabbed his nose. 

When they walked into the room, Ginger was standing at the edge of the bed with gauze wrapped around his face. John ran up to him and held him in his arms then kissed him on his hair. Marilyn, Twiggy and Pogo gathered their things and went home (to Twiggy's house) while John stayed by his best friends' side. 

As soon as they reached Twiggy's house, police were awaiting them. Pogo was calm as ever (except his constant sway from side to side that Marilyn explained to them as ADHD). The cops questioned them about the murder of a Mr. Arthur Cullins. Marilyn's eyes blazed as he stared into the back of Pogo's head. As if Pogo could feel the heat of Manson's stare, he moved from view of him and scooted to the side. 

Marilyn looked the cops straight in the eyes (which caused one to ask "why are your eyes funny?"). Marilyn answered, ,"Have you ever killed anybody officer?" and they cuffed him and took him away, thinking he was responsibe because he is a "funny man." 

This made Twiggy even more upset. "Why am I losing them all?" he asked with a quiver in his chin. 

"You're not," Pogo said, grasping Twiggy's shoulder, "I'm here. And Ginger's okay, and Marilyn will be okay"

Later that day in court.......

"Brian Warner is found guilty and will be sentenced to DEATH" bellowed the judge, slamming the gavel into the desk.

Twiggy screamed, "NOOO!" as he ran up the aisle after Marilyn who the guards were escorting away. Marilyn looked up at him with a sorrowful expression and tear forming in his crystal blue eye. The guards held Twiggy back and dragged him out of the courthouse.