Karma's Happenstance

Who Could Know This Shit

Who Could Know This Shit

Izzy's POV

"Oh You motherfucker," I hear Axl let out a deep sigh and stare down at me on the bathroom floor shaking his head in disappointment at me.

"Axe...I'm sorry," I just immediately say. It's always best if I start out all conversations with Axl this way. Seems like I'm always owing him an apology for something.

"What the fuck were you thinking Izz? For days you've been getting fucked up, not eating or sleeping...I fucking knew you were going to end up just like this!" His eyes dart up to Nikki, "And you! I begged you to stop feeding him fucking dope!"

Nikki just stares blankly at him, like he didn't even hear a word Axl said. His eyes eventually fall on me once more. For a split second his eyebrow twitches. "Hey...um...you guys can put Stradlin in my room," he says. His voice seems strange without all the snide sarcasm lacing it. He almost sounds human for a change.

So Axl and Duff help me up. My chest hurts like something is broken. I glance down to see my chest already turning purple around where Sixx stabbed me with the needle. I didn't know if I should punch Nikki or say thanks. He did save my life, though I assure you I have no clue why. And I'm guessing, from the look on his face, he don't either.

I soon find myself lying on Nikki's bed. My dear church girl is right at my side. Nikki stands in the door with his arms wrapped around himself. He almost seems to be freeing. He's also alarmingly distant for Nikki. Nikki is just standing there with this perplexed expression on his face. And he stays there, posted at the door untill everyone but church girl has left. "Hey sweetheart," he directs his attention to church girl, "Why don't you go see if you can round him up some dry clothes, huh?"

She nods and quickly scurries off. Nikki closes his door and I can hear him sigh. He turns to face me and leans his back into the door, just staring me down.

"Dude, you're really starting to freak me out with all that staring shit," I say.

He carefully sits on the end of the bed, his eyes never once leaving mine. "We need to talk," he informs me.

I can only guess as to what he could possibly have to say to me.

"When you went down to Chinatown...did Yakinamundo...talk to you?" He uneasily asks me.

I shrug, "Yeah, some shit about Karma, why?"

I swear to god Nikki goes as white as a sheet as he looks to me again. He takes a deep breath.

"Why?" I ask again.

"I was seventeen the night I met him. I ended up in Chinatown trying to steal shit for drugs. Anyway I got robbed, but since I didn't have any money on me, they beat the shit out of me...like Karate shit...I was all fucked up and bleeding so they drag me into the alley and leave me there. They broke several of my ribs, fractured my jaw...basically left me for dead. I passed out...and when I came to Yakinamundo was there. He took my hand and turned it over. He ran his own hand across it then looks into my eyes. I don't know why, but I was more afraid of him than I was the people who beat the shit out of me. Then he touches his hand to my head," Nikki pauses as if he's searching for the words.

"Is this shit supposed to make sense?" I huff.

"Please...just listen," he says, his eyes cutting to me seriously.

What's this shit? Nikki knows how to say please in a sentence?

"When he touches me it's like he shoves this movie in my head or something. I see HIS entire life flash before my eyes. I saw it all, every day of his life in just one split second. I saw his home. I saw his family. I saw the things he saw..." Nikki stops again seeming choked up almost. His quivering eyes meet mine. "He had visions. He could predict the future. He could see your entire life simply by touching you. So they thought he was crazy. They drug him, kicking and screaming, away from his family and put him in an asylum. But not asylum like we think asylum, no this shit was more like a Medievil torture chamber meets dungeon. He was kept there, in the worst imaginable hell, for forty seven years."

"Well how'd he get out?" I ask suddenly becoming interested in this story Nikki was telling.

"A fire...they just let it burn with all the crazies inside. He escaped and lived like a wild animal for years. He had had so little contact with people over the years that he had basically forgotten how to be one. Then he slipped onto this boat just trying to get out of the snow, and he wakes up in LA. Then he touches me somewhere on the neck and all the pain just stops in me. He helps me inside and starts to clean me up, stitches a few places...He tells me how Karma is the single most important thing in our lives, whether we want it to be or not. He said no man can escape it. He explains that his own Karma had been that of suffering, but by taking all the shit and never bitching about it, he was blessed with this new life in America. Then he tells me what he saw when he touched my hand. He said he saw me in front of the world shouting for everyone to see me. That one day they would all see me. That what I think will bring me joy will only confuse me. That it would turn Karma against me."

I just look at Nikki looking at me. 

"I went back and found him again four years ago because I realized everything he had said was true. He took one look at me and said "Now you see Nikki-san". Man I was floored because when he met me I was still using my birth name. I didn't tell him my new name, nor do I think he had tabs on rock music. Anyway, I drop in from time to time, he always tells me some of his visionary stuff, but he leaves it too open for interpretation, or I'm just usually so smacked out I only get the shit in hindsight. The last time I saw him he tells me there will be someone who needs me to help them. He told me I had to save them in order to be saved...I fucking think he meant you," Nikki looks up at me.

I'm speechless. What the fuck can I say to this shit?

Then Nikki pulls keys from his pocket and tosses them to me. "This is my keys. Keys to my house, my cars...I want you to take Mary Jo and stay there."

"Why?" I ask picking up the keys.

"Do you have anywhere else to take here when you get there?"

"No," I shake my head.

"Don't tell me you planned to try to live on the fucking streets with her...she's not that kind of girl Stradlin. You can stay at my place till you guys come back out on tour in October. It's not like I'll be there you know."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask him again.

He shakes his head and shrugs, "I think this is what he wanted me to do."

Ok, I have definately crossed into the Twilight Zone now. Nikki Sixx is capable of benevolent acts of kindness? What does he expect in return? A threeway with chirch girl or something? I'm hesitant to even accept his keys. But I do for one sole reason, church girl. Nikki was right, I couldn't live on the fucking streets with her. At least this way she'd have a decent place to sleep at night.