MobSCENE

MobSCENE

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fan Fiction

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[Marilyn MansonxOC][MxM][mature themes][drug use]

Summary

[Marilyn MansonxOC][MxM][mature themes][drug use]

Chapter1 (v.1) - mOBSCENE

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2016

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Manson was on his last song for the evening. He was closing out with his current favorite, mOBSCENE.  The fans were going wild in the front role, jumping and reaching with outstretched fingers in attempt to get just one touch of their idol's sweat covered skin.  He moved closer to the edge of the stage and bent down on one knee, holding himself and his pic stand closer to the ground as he sang/screamed into it.  The fans reached for him even harder, and screamed twice as loud.

"Get your arms around me, Now we're going down, down...dow----SHIT!"

His lyrics were abruptly interrupted by the crash of a stage light that had fallen mere feet away from the rock god. He only barely managed to jump out of the way, getting away with a few scratches and cuts from the broken glass and metal.  He was lucky it hadn't smashed in his fucking head.  Though to be fair, half of those cuts were already on him from the bottle of liquor that he'd smashed on stage earlier in the show.

"GOD DAMNED STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!!! TELL THAT LITTLE DIP SHIT HE'S FIRED! I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!!!" Manson screamed at his stage manager as he exited the stage, the man nodded hastily and ran off in the other direction, anything to be away from Manson when he was so obviously in a bad mood, and for good reason too. The show, hell the whole damn tour had been going close to perfect before that incident.  It had not been the show-stopper ending that everyone had been expecting.

The raven haired shock rocker's pale skin was covered in blood and sweat from his neck all the way down to his knee high boots. The blood didn't show on black thong, corset, or gloves that extended to his elbows, but was undeniably there. He stalked into the shower room and stripped down out of what little clothing he wore without any modesty to speak of as one of his lackies turned on the water and Manson stepped underneath the spray of hot water.

"Just get the fuck out of here!" Manson demanded sharply, causing the lacky to practically jump right out of his skin. As if his word were law, everyone in sight scrambled away, leaving him to shower in peace, which he did for a while before retrieving a pair of tweezers and carefully removing as many broken shards of glass from his skin as he could.

After cleaning off as much of the glass and blood as he could he stepped out of the shower, dried off, then proceeded over to the couch in his dressing room and sat down, still butt naked, to apply ointment to his wounds. Once he was ready to get dressed again he donned a pair of black leather pants, a fitted black sleeveless silk shirt and then the same black  knee high boots that he'd been wearing before. With an annoyed sigh he plopped back down on the couch and put his feet up.

 


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