The Black Bus (Marilyn Manson FanFiction)

Through the Doorway of Madness

A/N: Slight sexual content.

*Scotland*

We left the restaurant and walked into what would be the weirdest night of our lives. The bus, as we’d expected it to be a spacious vehicle with rows of seats, was like a mini-RV. It had a bathroom (albeit, a small one), a few beds, a couch, and a kitchen area. There was a small section in the back which was actually a room all to itself with a full-bed and a single closet in it. The one called Ginger had given us a short ‘tour’ of it.

“Marilyn’ll fix you guys up.. he’s the one with a closet rather than a fucking drawer over there,” Daisy made a face and pointed to a wall opposite the couch where there was a small set of drawers and cubbies with each of their names on it. The drawers were of decent size, and I assumed that’s where they kept their lounging clothes.. there was a smaller trailer-type cart attached to the back of the bus carrying what I presumed were props and stage clothes.

I nodded and took Aspen’s hand as we were led into the small bathroom. We stood in the door as Marilyn opened the mirror and pulled out a first-aid kit. He looked at Aspen. “Are you okay? Do you have any open wounds or anything?”

“Well, no.. I could do more with a bath and clean clothes.”

Marilyn lifted his brow at her. “Yeah… that’s what you think. Who knows what kind of bruises and factures you girls could have.. there’s really no way to tell without.. no, I’ll just have to take your word for it.. Fuck, I don’t know anything about medical shit. Pogo!” he called, gently pushing me out of the way and coming back with the bald guy Aspen had been eying since we entered Taco Bell.

He looked at Marilyn like he was insane. “Well, get them out of this small-ass bathroom, first, you idiot. You can’t see shit in here!”

Marilyn scowled and swept off somewhere as Pogo led us to the kitchen area where Aspen and I sat on the benches. He kneeled down in front of her, and I could practically hear her heart beating.

“Are you in any kind of pain?” he asked her. She shook her head. He studied her face for a second and she winced as he reached out to pull her bottom eyelid down slightly.

“You’re anemic. Are you tired often?”

I answered for her. “Tired? She’s always exhausted.. I just assumed she was a lazy sack of shit.”

Aspen shoved me lightly and I smiled at her.

Pogo chuckled. “Alright then. Well. You could do with some iron supplements. We’ll get some at a CVS somewhere tomorrow before our next show. In the meantime, Twiggy’s finding you guys some clothes. You can take a shower now if you’d like.”

Aspen smiled and thanked him before leaving me in the room with the dude. He looked at me and laughed. “Neosporin for your face. Marilyn has some in his room for when he decides to gash up his chest like a fucking moron. You okay other than that?”

I tensed up a little and beckoned him forward. Marilyn walked into the room at this time and was obviously listening to me when I told him, “See.. uh.. I don’t think Aspen remembers this, but about a week ago.. our foster father, uh.. he kind of raped me.. full-on.. and, I—“

“You could be pregnant?” Marilyn said like it was nothing. Pogo frowned at him and I nodded, burying my face in my hands, but pulling away immediately because it hurt like hell. The guys patted me on the back and gave me small apologies.

“Well.. we’ll get you a test for it.. besides that.. are you alright?”

I nodded, ignoring the pains in my thighs from where the rack had crashed down on me. I’d suffered worse. I’d be okay.

Aspen emerged from the bathroom in a long black t-shirt and a pair of men’s pink boxer shorts. I laughed. “Pink? Seriously?”

“They were Daisy’s!” Twiggy yelled. Daisy shrugged and I shook my head, going into the bathroom. “TOWELS ARE ON THE RACK!” someone yelled to me as I turned on the water and locked the door behind me.

After peeling off my layers of clothing, I stepped into the cascade of warm water, nearly moaning from the sensation. I hadn’t bathed in a week, and Samantha never paid the bills, so the water had been ice cold. Come to think of it.. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a warm shower. This was heaven.

After spending a considerable amount of time in the shower, ferociously scrubbing every inch of my body, I stepped out and wrapped myself in a large black towel from the rack. That’s when I realized I had to leave the room to get clothes. Fuck.

Sighing, I opened the door to find Twiggy grinning at me from the other side. He handed me a black shirt with Marilyn Manson printed on the front and a pair of thin but long black and white sweatpants with skulls running down them. “You’re a bit smaller but taller than your sister.. I had to go through Marilyn’s shit to find something..”

I laughed and took the clothes from him gratefully. I shut the door as he walked away and pulled them on, walking out to find the guys sitting around talking, but no Aspen..

“Where’s my sister?” I asked them, sticking my dirty clothes into a bag where I recognized Aspen’s skirt.

“Asleep,” Pogo yawned, “she’s in my bunk. I hope you don’t mind your sister sharing a bed with a dirty rockstar,” he grinned.

I laughed. “Well, I’d mind if it were Marilyn. But it’s you, so that’s okay.”

“You just met us.” He jested.

“Well.. let’s just say, we’ve been in worse situations before.”

He nodded. I sat down on the edge of the couch between Daisy and Ginger. They glanced at each other and cleared their throats.

“Hmmm?” I asked, looking at them.

“See.. ah, there’s only three bunks.. and Ginger sleeps on the couch.. so you’ve gotta sleep with a dirty rockstar, too.” Daisy said, hesitantly.

“She can sleep with me,” Marilyn said, suddenly making eye contact with me. Somewhere behind his contacts, I could see his intentions. And I was perfectly fine with that.

Once the decision was made, I wasted no time in following Marilyn to his room in the back of the bus, where he locked the door behind us. He backed me up to a wall and pressed his lips to mine as I reached up and ran my hands through his black hair. He hooked his thumbs through the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling them off of me. He chuckled softly against my lips. I pulled away to see him grinning at me. “You don’t know what you just got yourself into, Scotland.”

I rolled my eyes. “I could say the same to you.”

~

*Aspen*

I rolled over to face the wall as I felt the mattress shift as if someone had crawled onto it with me.

“Aspen? You awake?” Pogo asked. I turned around and nodded at him, wishing I’d been asleep rather than having to turn around and face him.

“This is weird to you, I know,” he told me, “but your sister seems to be making herself comfortable with Marilyn. I could hear them moaning across the bus.”

I laughed. “It’s nice to know she’s got a friend around here already.”

I felt him lean over and wrap one of his arms around me. “You do, too, Aspen.” 

-WalkingBlasphemy