Nevermore
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Backstreet Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,037
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Backstreet Boys. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Nevermore - Chapter 12
Title: Nevermore – Chapter 12
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the norcliccliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pay.
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Fiona lay in bed, aching from her body slowly giving out, listening to the sounds from her old radio…
“Today was a day of mourning for many family, friends and fans. The group ‘The Backstreet Boys’ no longer exists.
The five members, Alexander ‘AJ’ McLean, Nickolas Carter, Howard Dorough, Kevin Richardson and Brian Littrell, died last night in the Orlando Main Hospital after they had all been suddenly taken ill. There will be respects paid…”
Fiona laid back in her bed, a blackened tear running down her cheek, she curled into a ball and stayed there crying…
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The coroners came by when Fiona’s job called.
Saying she had not called in sick.
They found her.
She had died in her sleep.
They took her body and buried her next to Eve.
“Daughters of Christ, take comfort in that God’s arms Fiona Antoinette Mitchells has found comfort, but let us also remember her unborn son. Who with his mother, went to Heaven above.”
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The pastor finished with me and left.
Leaving my few friends to mourn for my son and I.
No knew that I had anything to do with those boys dying, they had picked their own fate when they had hurt Eve.
Hey it’s no use bitching me out now; it’s not like I can change it.
Author: Sparkleblsmchyld
Type: RP Het and Gen
Rating: R – for violent situations and some sexual situations.
Pairing: The Backstreet Boys and suggested OFC.
Warning: Serious amounts of AU and some fluff mixed in when the chapters calm. This is really the crack-fic out of all my fics.
Disclaimer: Not mine, probably never happened, never will. Too much sugar and music will do this to your thoughts kids! All ideas are result of my overactive imagination!
Archive: AFF. If you want, just ask. I'd be flattered.
Feedback: Have something you’ve just got to tell me? Please do, feedback is great.
Timeline: The Millenium tour.
Notes: Okay, this was very early in my writing career. I was a high-school boy-band freak with a insatiable love of the bizarre, creepy and down-right X-Files-ish. Excuse the norcliccliches and writing boo-boos. Just enjoy the story as it is.
Summary: Be careful just whom in your path you anger, your retribution may be swift and silent. The Backstreet Boys didn’t learn this lesson and now they have to pay.
***
Fiona lay in bed, aching from her body slowly giving out, listening to the sounds from her old radio…
“Today was a day of mourning for many family, friends and fans. The group ‘The Backstreet Boys’ no longer exists.
The five members, Alexander ‘AJ’ McLean, Nickolas Carter, Howard Dorough, Kevin Richardson and Brian Littrell, died last night in the Orlando Main Hospital after they had all been suddenly taken ill. There will be respects paid…”
Fiona laid back in her bed, a blackened tear running down her cheek, she curled into a ball and stayed there crying…
---
The coroners came by when Fiona’s job called.
Saying she had not called in sick.
They found her.
She had died in her sleep.
They took her body and buried her next to Eve.
“Daughters of Christ, take comfort in that God’s arms Fiona Antoinette Mitchells has found comfort, but let us also remember her unborn son. Who with his mother, went to Heaven above.”
---
The pastor finished with me and left.
Leaving my few friends to mourn for my son and I.
No knew that I had anything to do with those boys dying, they had picked their own fate when they had hurt Eve.
Hey it’s no use bitching me out now; it’s not like I can change it.