She Was the only One
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Marilyn Manson
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,027
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Marilyn Manson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
HolyWood Cenceptions
Dec, 1999
Marilyn Manson was pouring over papers and watching the television. Him. He was to blame. They were targeting him. Death threats, bomb threats. He put his head in his hands, and felt a hand on his shoulder and the TV snicked off.
"Stop it Brian" Kira White said simply, "Stop watching this, reading the papers. Youre not to lbame for this."
"I thought you hated me." He said simply.
"I do most of the time. Youre arrogant, ignorant, greedy, grasping, and you act like one of my students," She sighed, looking at the papers that connected the Columbine killings to the man by her side, "But I dont let people take the blame for what they didnt do."
"Im so tired." He turned to her, his eyes red viened and the bags under his eyes puffy from crying.
"I know baby, "She said, bringing his head to rest against her tummy, "but think of this. Ive never known you to give up, to let the world take you under. If theyre blaming, pushing, connecting, use it. Shove it down thier throats."
Brian Warner looked up at her, "Youre like a mother sometimes ya know that."
"Im a teacher. Im used to talking to students. To calming and wiping noses. Now go. My husband is waiting for you. Make them see the error of thier ways." She said.
Manson looked at her, then at the contact resting on the table, "This might be the last moment of real friendship well have."
"I know. Which is why Ill savor my moments with Brian." She brushed back his black hair and kissed his forehead, and held him close while he cried out his frustrations into her shirt.
"Now go." She ordered, and handed him his contact case."
Marilyn Manson looked at her, and put in his left eyes signature decoration, "Thank you Kira."
She nodded, and he walked out and into the studio. She was right, it was time. And while he watched his best friend smile and nod at him, tuning his bass and smirking with the same determination, he grabbed the mic. His vision would make them wish theyd never pointed thier fingers.
Meanwhile, Kira White sat in a bathroom in thier bedroom in Mansons house, looking at a stick. When the lines turned she gasped, amd grabbed her belly.
"Oh.....my.......god."
Marilyn Manson was pouring over papers and watching the television. Him. He was to blame. They were targeting him. Death threats, bomb threats. He put his head in his hands, and felt a hand on his shoulder and the TV snicked off.
"Stop it Brian" Kira White said simply, "Stop watching this, reading the papers. Youre not to lbame for this."
"I thought you hated me." He said simply.
"I do most of the time. Youre arrogant, ignorant, greedy, grasping, and you act like one of my students," She sighed, looking at the papers that connected the Columbine killings to the man by her side, "But I dont let people take the blame for what they didnt do."
"Im so tired." He turned to her, his eyes red viened and the bags under his eyes puffy from crying.
"I know baby, "She said, bringing his head to rest against her tummy, "but think of this. Ive never known you to give up, to let the world take you under. If theyre blaming, pushing, connecting, use it. Shove it down thier throats."
Brian Warner looked up at her, "Youre like a mother sometimes ya know that."
"Im a teacher. Im used to talking to students. To calming and wiping noses. Now go. My husband is waiting for you. Make them see the error of thier ways." She said.
Manson looked at her, then at the contact resting on the table, "This might be the last moment of real friendship well have."
"I know. Which is why Ill savor my moments with Brian." She brushed back his black hair and kissed his forehead, and held him close while he cried out his frustrations into her shirt.
"Now go." She ordered, and handed him his contact case."
Marilyn Manson looked at her, and put in his left eyes signature decoration, "Thank you Kira."
She nodded, and he walked out and into the studio. She was right, it was time. And while he watched his best friend smile and nod at him, tuning his bass and smirking with the same determination, he grabbed the mic. His vision would make them wish theyd never pointed thier fingers.
Meanwhile, Kira White sat in a bathroom in thier bedroom in Mansons house, looking at a stick. When the lines turned she gasped, amd grabbed her belly.
"Oh.....my.......god."