OK, so this isn't my first story, it is on this account but not my first one. Any Whore..

Welcome to From Hell & Heaven.

This story is rated MA for a lot of reasons, there is going to be graphic sex, graphic violence.. lot's of graphic-ness. So... (17+ pls) This story will also be slightly AU because some shit from SOA pissed me off and I wanted change some outcomes, don't like it, don't read it.

I don't know how often I will be able to post, but I am trying to get through every season (hopefully). I am a very busy person so I will probably post every other week, maybe sooner if I get enough free time, sorry about that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Son's of Anarchy. Kurt Sutter does, sadly.

Here we go:

Chapter 1

At least there was innocence. Is innocence. Innocence is one of the things that keeps the earth together, that keeps it whole. What is there without innocence? There is cataphstrophy, chaos. Anarchy.

That is just where this story starts, with anarchy. A certain type of anarchy. The best type, some would claim, while others would say the worst type. The type that kills everything through it's journey of creation. I knew a man many years ago who told me why he loved the idea of anarchy; his idea of anarchy. This view of anarchy was what he based everything on, what he based his entire life on. It was when this idea of anarchy died, that he did. With it ending, he did.

John told me his story and it was how mine was written. It was his idea of change, his beautiful thought, that began a new start of my own desire for the need of change. He told me of the time he hiked the borders of Nevada and came across Emma Goldman's words written on a wall, written in red. The words spoke to him, they claimed him and sprouted his ideas into something more:

"Anarachism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the deminion of religion. The liberation of the body from the deminion of property. Liberation from the shackles and the restraint of government. Stands for social order from the free grouping of individuals."

It was this anarchy that he dreamed of. He spoke the words written as though they were ripped out of his head. With this idea, my life was completely changed, and because of those words, it was how his life ended.

My father always said that where one beautiful mind ends, another must be begin.

The Bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war! Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks down to the floor!

Bodies move on the dark marbled floor, as she gazes through the crowd, her irritation growing even more so than usual on a night like this. Different colored lights flash through the large crowd, not blinding, but distracting

Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at? Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at? Freaks at. Freaks at. Freaks at. Freaks at. Tells me where the freaks at.

Her eyes catch dark ones and she tilts her head, her gaze lingering on his, before traveling slowing down his chest. A sigh of annoyance passes through her lips at the familiar leather covering his shoulders and chest. Her gaze drops back to the task at hand, cleaning up the bar. She quickly takes a shot of tequila before throwing her name tag at the man beside her behind the bar. The sleek bar quickly goes underneath her as she hops over it. The music shakes her body as she quickly walks towards the man.

"Whadd'ya want, Juicey Boy?" She yells, trying not to attack the people shoving her. Her anger is already gettting the best of her and she is about .06 seconds away from closing lining the next person that shoves her.

"You're ma. She needs you, Cages." Cages rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath. She loves her mother to death, she really does. But if there is one thing that bothers her most in this world, it's her how much of a blonde her dear mother is.

"Cara Cara?" She yells, running a hand through her red hair. Her teeth grit together painfully, trying to contain the beast within her as another person shoves her.

Juice's dark eyes widen as he notices the look in her eye. "Louella! Wait-" His words are cut off as she turns towards the poor soul that shoved her. He cringes, already knowing the outcome of this situation. Louella is known for her anger, and it's that anger that her mother currently needs. That anger that is about to be released.

Tell me, tell me, where the freaks at.

It only takes twenty seconds.

The red head quickly cracks her neck before grabbing the hair of the man that shoved her. Juice winces, glad his mohawk isn't long enough to be pulled. The larger man jumps at the intrusion and yells words at her. Words Juice is glad he can't understand. Normally he would be in charge of defending her, but she definitely does not need help defending herself.

Louella quickly grabs the collar of the man's shirt and smashes her head against his so hard that Juice's eyes widen as the large man drops to the ground like a sack of potatos. Holy fucking shit.

The young woman turns back towards Juice, her pretty face bleeding a little and her blue eyes looking dazed. "Let's go!" The Puerto Rican shakes his head and quickly walks out of the club, making sure no faces are following after them.

"Feel better now, Cages?" He asks sofly, not knowing the outcome of demanding things from her.

She grins at him so hard, it's dizzying. For the both of them. "Much. Thanks, babe. Needed that." He rolls his eyes at the term of endearment, and quickly hands her a helmet.

"You know the routine." He states as he puts his on and throws a leg over his bike.

Cages chuckles darkly and repeats his motions. She wraps her arms around him and leans her mouth towards his ear. "I've know it since before you did, Juicey boy." He swallows and nods.

Luann paces her way around her studio, naked women and men gallavanting around her. She ignores them. She needs Louella. It's been two weeks, and she is starting to worry. Otto hasn't heard from her and neither has Luann. That is just the way their daughter is though. She doesn't talk for weeks before throwing herself in full throtle. Then disappears again for a while. Not this time. She is either staying, or she is out for good.. After she does her mother this quick favor. Everyone knows that her daughter's anger didn't come from her, it came from her dad. The man in prison.

The familiar rumble of a bike causes a brief smile to pass the woman's lips before she is rushing towards the door in her platform heels.

Louella sneers and rolls her eyes in disgust at the building before them. Fucking porn. The bane of my existence. She sighs, running a hand through her hair again. "Thanks for the ride, Juice." She hops of his bike and hands him his helmet, not caring about goodbyes. She knows she'll see that shithead again.

Juice rolls his eyes and quickly rides away, not really giving a shit about what happens between Luann and her bipolar daughter.

"Louella!" She winces at the sound of her mom's voice. Her already aching head aches more at the clack of her mother's outrageous choice of shoes.

"Ay, ma! What's up?" Cages grins at her mom and Luann's eyes almost come out of socket at the sight of her daughters face.

"What the hell happened?" She demands, grabbing her daughter's hand and dragging her inside.

Louella represses the urge to throw up at the all the naked people around her. Painful, angry memories cause her to sway and she has to sit down on one of the many couches placed around the set. "Asshole shoved me, I knocked him out." She shrugs, trying to tune out the sound of fake moans and grunts passing through the air around them.

Luann rolls her eyes. "With your face?"

Cages grins a beautiful smile at her mom, her eyes already starting to get that concussed looking haze. "You bet. Just like pops taught me." Luann shoves down the urge to call her stupid husband to reprimand him for the way he taught their baby girl to be so violent.

"Dammit, Louella Mae! I told you to try and stop fighting!" Luann hisses at her daughter and the red head rolls her blue eyes.

"And I have been! This is the first one in three days!" Her mom glares at her and Cages shifts uncomfortably. "What'd you need?"

Luann rolls her eyes at her daughter's bluntness. God damn you, Otto. "One of the girls' coke guys is-" Cages tries to not scoff.

"No. I'm not helping you if it involves porn. Fuck that! You know how much I hate this shit, ma!" Luann's eyes soften.

"But it's Lyla, baby." Louella groans, the sound creating further pain on her head.

"What do I have to do?" Luann smirks at her girl before quickly going back into business mode. Louella has a special place in her heart for the blonde porn star. Only Lyla, the rest she hates, with some good reason. Lyla and Louella just get along. The whole single mother thing and all.

"Get him to stop selling to her. She stopped doing that shit, and he keeps bugging her. Threatening her." Louella throws her head back and swears.

"Fucking perfect." That's why I don't do drugs. God damn porn stars. "Where he at?" Cages asks her mom and she grins at her, kissing her quickly on the lips.

"Thanks babe. Be right back." Cages almost protests as her mother rushes off, but just decides to stay put. Why am I here, again? Oh, right. Lyla's a dipshit.

"Look who showed up to do mom's bidding!" Louella smiles sweetly and pulls out her .38 from the back of her pants.

"Not in the mood, I'ma bitch. So best be moving before Imma blow a cap in your loose ass." Ima grins at her and Cages sneers at her. There has never been something so easy to Cages as hating this girl has been. Right off the bat, she hated Ima. Louella points the gun at her and Ima rolls her eyes.

"Like you would actually-" The bitch blonde gets cut off by the sound of a gun shot. She screams, noticing a small hole right next to her left foot.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself." She sneers, feeling her beast starting to reer its ugly head inside of her. Ima shakes as she runs and Louella feels a swell of pride fill her chest.

"God dammit Louella Mae!" It deflates just as quickly.

"If you ever, and I mean ever bother any of those girls again, I will fuck you up more than that fucking blow can!" Cages shoots his other foot and the Asian man screams.

"Okay, I won't. I promise!" He yells, tears streaming down his face. The red head rolls her eyes and quickly hits him in the temple with the butt of her gun. He topples to the ground and she just scoffs.

"What a dipshit." She sighs, her head throbbing. Her blue eyes start to glaze over more as the pain increases and she swears loudly.

"Did you tell him?" Her mom answers and Cages rolls her eyes.

"I shot him in both feet. I think Ly will be fine. Is that all, ma? My head is fucking killing me." Luann rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs. This is why I need her to stop fighting.

"No, actually. Can you take the money over to Teller-Morrow? I told Gem I would give her some." Cages sighs. The things I do for my mother.

"Yeah, I can do that. I have the car by the way. No way I'm walking this late and this dizzy." Luann's brows furrow in concern.

"Babe, why don't you just wait 'til tomorrow? You should rest." Cages winces, blinking quickly. She glances at the unconscious man and tries not to roll her eyes, knowing that it'll hurt like hell. She quickly grabs every stack of cash she can fit in her bag, and pockets.

"I think I'll live ma. Not my first concussion." She mumbles and grabs three more in her hands. "I'll drop these off and call you after, kay?"

"Kay. Love you, babe." Luann mutters, worried.

"Love you too." This time she has to roll her eyes and curses out loud when she does so.

Music blasts through the speakers at Teller-Morrow, and Cages winces. Fucking perfect. Just what my fucked up head needs. More noise. Cages parks on the side of the road, not wanting to even attempt to drive through the nonsense happening right now. She stuffs the money that can't fit in her pockets or bag in the waist band of her black skinnys. Cages makes sure she has the keys, her purse, her .38, and relaxation as she walks to the lot.

Her body buzzs with amusement as she watches the members of the beloved club party. Yes, it certainly has been a while since the last time she was here.

Juice looks up with a grin on his face from the croweater underneath him. That smile quickly disappears as he notices Cages enter the lot. Oh shit. He nudges Chibs and the older Scot glares at him. "Wha?!" Juice nods and Chibs rolls his eyes, looking towards the entrance to Teller-Morrow.

His dark eyes widen very quickly. "Shite."

Cages takes a deep breath walks towards the entrance of the garage office, her head throbbing. She blinks quickly, but notices that it hurts to do so. Shit, not long now before I'm out like a light. Her feet abruptly stop moving as a migraine causes her eyelids to close.

"Is she alrighte?" Chibs asks, watching the pretty young red head with concern.

Juice swallows. "She knocked some guy earlier for shoving her." He states with a shrug.

Chibs raises a brow. "So?" He drawls, not surprised at the violent act.

"She used her face." His eyes widen and he gapes at the little woman standing in the lot with her eyes closed.

"Shite." He stands up, tossing the croweater on him, aside.

Cages bites her tongue and grits her teeth against the pain and stalks over to the office. She pounds on the door as hard as she can. "Gemma! I have something for you!" She waits a second, holding her head and winces. "Gem! You in there?!" She pounds on the door with her fist again, before trying the door.

Chibs jogs to her and lightly touches a hand to her shoulder. Cages jumps at the contact, quickly drawing her gun and pointing it, she succeeds in not wincing at the movement. Chibs puts his hands up in surrender and she rolls her eyes, shuddering a breath.

"What the fuck, Chibs? You know not to sneak up on me." She tells, and smiles softly at him, putting her precious back in her pants.

"Sorry, lovey. Didn't mean to offend." He smiles back at her, noticing some guys staring at them. "Wha are you doin' 'ere, lass?" He asks softly, knowing her head must be pounding.

"Ma wanted me to give Gem something. She here?" She winces and puts the bag higher on her shoulder.

"She left an hour ago." He tells and she swears, running a hand through her hair.

"Of course she did. Thanks, Chibby. Clay around?" Cages asks and he nods to the clubhouse.

"Why don't ya follow me, lovey?" She nods and follows after the Scot.

Cages tries not to throw up at the pounding coming from the back of her skull. Come on, Cages, this isn't your first concussion, get over it. The music becomes louder, and even through the pain, Cages has to smile. It definitely has been too long. Parties like this was what she lived for. Rounds in the ring. Shots with the boys, fucking with other charter's members. Oh, the good old days. Or, what was commonly known as a couple of months ago.

The familiarity of it all is kind of bittersweet for Cages. This is the life she grew up in. The life she loves, but doesn't see all that much any more.

That was all about to change.