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The Purple Butterfly

"Butterfly!" Damian yelled out as he watched the girl fall, her limp form now obscured by the crowd of people in the club. Crystal aka 'Butterfly' lay on the ground, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled for breath. She was having a panic attack, caused by the pressing of the crowd around her. Some one had pulled her to the middle of the pile of sweating bodies, heedless of her cries of protest. Crystal was mildly agoraphobic, and so, while she could step outside of her house and live a relatively normal life, a large crowd was still too much for her to handle.

As she lay there, she wondered why no one helped her. Damian was too far away, and the others she had come to the club with were unaware of her plight. But the people directly around her could see that she was not alright. Did none of them care enough about another to stop and help her? Apparently not. Crystal closed her eyes, preparing to die, knowing that no one who cared could reach her in time, when a warm hand was placed against her neck. The warm hand went away, and Crystal felt herself being lifted into the air. Damian must have found a way to get to her in time, she thought before blacking out.

Crystal woke up to an annoying beeping sound. After a few moments of lying still she realized that the sound was in tune with her heart… which meant she was hooked up to a heart rate monitor… which were only available in hospitals…

"Shit!" Crystal jolted up, the I.V. tube in her arm pulling painfully against her skin. She started to rise, trying to pull the patches that linked up to the heart monitor from her skin. Crystal almost jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down Butterfly, it's just me." Damian's comforting voice sounded from behind her. "And don't worry, your safe here. This hospital isn't bad like the other ones." Damian picked up and put her back on the bed, holding her closely as he began to sing lightly to her.

"Please savior of here
Give me shelter from fear
I need answers to this
Crazy world that's so mixed" Crystal started to calm down, and her own voice blended with Damian's as she joined in the song.

"With this pain that leaves us
Lifeless and so dead-souled

We all need to break this mold" Now another, much lower voice joined in. Ian, Damian's brother.

"Drips hit the floor, who cares at all
Flesh sheared and torn, sleeves hide remorse
Stardom branded skin, traps pain within
Expectations, never reaching" Crystal began to drift into sleep, her voice trailing off on the last few words as her eyes closed. Damian lay her down carefully, then turned to Ian, motioning that they should wait outside.

"So, how soon do you think she will be able to leave?" Ian asked once they were outside.

"The doctor said she could leave later today, she just needs to rest." The two turned their attention to the third person in the hall. They smiled at him, then sat down on the chairs opposite him to wait.

Some time later Crystal woke up again, just as a doctor entered the room. Her body tensed and she curled up at the head of the bed, away from him. He placed a large paper bag at the foot of her bed, smiling.

"Well young miss, you are free to leave now. These are your clothes; you may change in the bathroom and leave the gown on the bed." He left as Crystal looked down at her arms, noticing that there was no longer an I.V. needle in her, nor were the patches on her chest. She scrambled to the end of the bed, grabbing the bag and half running to the bathroom, eager to leave.

When Crystal walked out of the bathroom she threw the gown on the bed, then quickly checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror before walking out of the room. She was wearing a floor length leather trench coat over a black and purple corset, with black booty shorts under an artfully torn purple skirt that didn't cover much, thus the shorts underneath.

"Crys!" Damian glomped the girl the moment he caught sight of her, making her fall off balance. She was about to hit the ground when a man she didn't recognize caught her, lifting her back up.

"Th-thanks," she stuttered, shooting a glare at Damian, who looked away sheepishly. Ian smiled at her, moving in to give her a hug as he spoke.

"Wow, that's the second time that man has saved you." Crystal's eyes darted between Ian and the man.

"Wait… I thought Damian had saved me in the club." Damian shook his head.

"Nope, couldn't get to you in time. Brian here picked you up and carried you out of the crowd. Saved you he did." Damian nodded matter-of-factly. Crystal turned to the man, offering her hand.

"Thanks for saving me… twice. I'm Crystal; it's a pleasure to meet you." He took her hand, shaking it gently before letting go.

"I'm Brain, Brian Warner, and the pleasure is mine." They both smiled for a moment, and then something clicked in Crystal's mind. Brian… Warner… Brian Warner…

"Marilyn Manson!"

End

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