Immaculate Misconceptions Motionless In White

Another state, another city, another show. It was the same routine at this point for Chris Motionless and the rest of Motionless in White of course.

"Are you guys okay?" Their tour manager looked back at them from where he sat in the passenger side seat of the van.

They were all gazing out the window... Up the block was a mob of mothers, fathers, grandmothers, grandfathers, people of the church shouting in front of Webster Hall with signs that read: "God Hates You" "Burn in Hell" "Sinners Burn" They've seen this type of behavior before, they weren't too surprised nor were they scared. But seeing these crowds always struck an unnerving feeling in their stomach. They were always begging for trouble.

"Guys?" Chris' head snapped over to the tour manager's direction, then his band mate's.

Ricky's head was pressed against the tinted glass as he gazed out the window with a sad kind of look on his face, Devin looked away from the window before running his fingers through his uncombed hair, Ryan was staring down at his lap, Josh laid his face in his hands out of stress, and Angelo looked back at Chris with a solemn look.

"We're ready." Chris mumbled, unbuckling himself.

Security opened the door of the van, "Keep your eyes glued to the floor, don't make eyes contact, don't respond. We have staff keeping the mob at bay." He looked at them through covered eyes.

"Let's do this shit." Josh announced, pushing himself up from his seat. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as they piled out of the car, being surrounded by security once the van's door was closed behind them. Chris placed some large sunglasses over his face and out of nervous habit, Ricky lit a cigarette.

The walk towards the mob was unnerving, security began walking along the wall of the venue and most of the boys kept their heads tucked down as they walked at their own paces, refusing to be phased. Ricky chose to just stare at his surrounding, his cheeks sinking in every time he pressed the soft stick between his lips.

"FREAKS!"

"FAGS!"

"YOU'LL BURN IN HELL!"

"SAVE YOUR SOULS!"

"DEVIL WORSHIPERS!"

"YOU'RE CORRUPTING OUR CHILDREN!"

"MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR BLACKEN SOULS!"

"GO TO HELL!"

Hypocrites was all Chris could think of as the pollution of insults assaulted his ear drums.

We're all sinners.

The door to the venue was so close though... Everything could've been fine if Chris just hadn't looked up. Why did he look up?

A man pushed his way past security, slipping underneath them and startling Chris as he stepped up to him.

Then, it happened.

The man spat some kind of.. black substance in his face before screaming,

"You'll burn in hell faggot! Polluting our children's minds with your garbage! God will have no mercy on you!"

"Chris..." Ricky's voice was concerned... scared.

Chris didn't even realize he was shaking as he removed his sunglasses to wipe the black shit from his face. It was sticky like tar and fowl smelling. He glared up at the man who continued to shout bible versus at him,

"HYPOCRITE!" Chris screamed, lashing out, bringing him and the man to the floor. The mob seemed to jump back and scream in shock as Chris' hands found their way around the man's neck, squeezing it even as he clawed at Chris' fingers that dug into the flesh of his fat neck,