Let's turn the band into an army, literally, the Black Veil Brides Army.
I feel like Jake doesn't get enough superstardom so we'll make him the crazy mofo that bites the end of the cigar off with his teeth, lights it up and leads the other guys into war.
Sgt. Pitts' bulging muscles and south of the equator tan, Rambo-esque red headband and strong Brooklyn accent quickly make him the favorite character who ultimately dies a valiant but bloody death in the arms of the quiet runt of the litter, Andy.
Five years later, Andy is now the tanned, muscular and outgoing leader of the army, we'll end the story with a verbal picture of Jake The Heroes grave donning the words, "One Final Fight".
Originally posted on a different fanfiction website in 2015.
Abandoned. Incomplete.
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