The Devil's Rejects
Disclaimer: We don't own The Fast and the Furious and we don't own the songs in the story either. AJ, Mackenzie, and Chris have all written this story and you might hate us for taking the men from the story and making them our own. :) But oh well. So please just read, enjoy, and review! Thank you much! Ps. When the name of the chapter has the name of a character it means it's from their POV. Now read please!
Chapter 1: Mackenzie
"I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high," I sang, my sweet, angelic, soprano voice sang out. The words could be heard throughout the club as I strung my electric guitar. Chris was behind me and to the left on her electric guitar and AJ was behind me and to the right on the drums. "Been the outcast now running with massacrad eyes. Now I see the world as a candy store with a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore, like 'Mommy, I love you,' 'Daddy, I hate you,' 'Brother, I need you,' 'Lover, hey, "fuck you".' I can see everything here with my third eye, like the blue in the sky…"
"If God is a DJ," AJ and Chris joined me on this part. "Life is a dance floor. Love is the rhythm. You are the music. If God is a DJ, Life is a dance floor. You get what you're given; it's all how you use it..."
"I've been the girl - finger in the air," I sang solo again. "Unaffected by rumors, the truth: I don't care. So open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you might as well let go, you can't take back what you've done. So find a new lifestyle, a reason to smile. Look for Nirvana under the strobe lights. 'Sequins and sex dreams,' you whisper to me. There's no reason to cry..."
"If God is a DJ," AJ and Chris joined me on this part. "Life is a dance floor. Love is the rhythm. You are the music. If God is a DJ, Life is a dance floor. You get what you're given, it's all how you use it...You take what you get and you get what you give. I say don't run from yourself, man, that's no way to live. I've got a record in my bag; you should give it a spin. Lift your hands in the air so that life can begin. If God is a DJ...If God...If God is a DJ, then life is a dance floor so get your ass on the dance floor now! "If God is a DJ," AJ and Chris joined me on this part. "Life is a dance floor. Love is the rhythm. You are the music. If God is a DJ, Life is a dance floor. You get what you're given; it's all how you use it... "If God is a DJ," AJ and Chris joined me on this part. "Life is a dance floor. Love is the rhythm. You are the music. If God is a DJ, Life is a dance floor. You get what you're given; it's all how you use it..."
We struck out last chord and let the music and our voices fade slowly into the crowd. This was our last song for the night as the club was closing in half an hour and the guards and staff had to get everyone out. The crowd went wild and applauded us. We bowed as the curtains fell. I looked at AJ and Chris, who were already talking about the show we just finished. That was when our manager, agent, and one of the coolest guys ever walked over to us from off stage. He was about 6'4", with thick, soft, black hair, smooth, tan, olive skin, a semi-built body, Italian facial features (he's Italian), and dark brown eyes.
"Hey, Kit," AJ was the first to greet him. "What's up?"
"I think I just found you girls a great gig. You guys are just gonna love it. It's in a nice laid back city, but this is like totally huge!" Kit replied. He grinned at our AJ's outfit. "Oh my god, I just love your shirt! AJ that color just totally compliments your hair color." I smiled and Chris laughed as AJ and Kit began to talk about the best shopping places. I guess now would be a good as time as ever to tell you that even though Kit is gorgeously hot and very masculine looking, he's gay. Sadly.
"Hey, Kit Kat," I said, using the nick name we had come up for him with. Kit Kats were his favorite candy and coincidentally Kit was his name so it all fit. "Why don't you finish telling us about that gig?"
"Not here," Chris said as she saw some of the stage crew lingering to hear our conversation. "Let's go to our dressing room and talk there, the walls are soundproof. That way no one will listen in on our conversations."
"I really hate that when people do that," AJ said as Kit led the way to the dressing room we shared. It was all the club could afford because it had so many bands playing there all the time so it was one dressing room per band. AJ, Chris, and I sat down on the couch and looked at Kit patiently as he sat down on a swivel chair at one of the mirrors we did our make-up at.
"I got you guys into The Sickerelle Lounge," Kit began and all of our eyes lit up as we listened. The Sickerelle Lounge (We made it up so deal with it.) was the biggest club in all of the United State and it was very hard for any band to play there. Most bands that had played there had made it very big and were now famous bands with several records of their own. Many of the record companies' scouts looked at bands from there because you had to be really good to get into that club.
"Kit….you didn't!" Chris squealed.
"I did. I sent them a recording of you guy and they absolutely loved it! It's not exactly what they usually go for, but it's part of the new sound they're looking for and they just love it! They've been waiting for a band that caught their attention and you guys are it, besides the name of your band is catchy too!"
"OH MY GOD!" AJ, Chris, and I screamed in unison before jumping up and hugging Kit. Then I suddenly let him go and back off, feeling a bit uneasy and saddened.
"But The Sickerelle Lounge is in California…" I trailed off, my voice fading and hardly audible to begin with.
"That's right," AJ said and all three of us fell defeated onto the couch.
"That means we have to move and leave all of the friends we made in New York….again. This is the millionth time we've moved, or close to it! We just made new friends and we were just fitting in!" Chris whined.
"They have racing in LA, though!" AJ said, trying to think of the bright side. All three of us loved to race. I wasn't much of a mechanic (Chris was the mechanic), but I could figure a lot of things out and I was the best racer around, in New York anyways. Even Chris and AJ couldn't beat me in a race, but that didn't matter. They still had more "fans" and admirers than me because they were so much prettier than me. AJ was the same height as me. 5'8", with silky, hip-length, straight, auburn-red hair, soft, smooth, slightly sun-tanned skin, dark brown eyes that always showed what she felt, and a curvaceous body with D-cup breasts and a big butt that men seemed to love. Chris was equally beautiful and the same height as well with wavy, silky, strawberry-blonde hair that went just past her shoulders, soft, smooth, sun-tanned skin (more tanned than both AJ and I), bright green eyes that always seemed to sparkle with mirth, and a curvaceous body with C-cup breasts and a big butt that men also seemed to love. I was beautiful, I guess, but not as beautiful as them. We were all the same height and the best of friends, close enough to be called sisters. I had dark, layered, raven black hair that went just past my shoulder, smooth, sun-tanned skin (more tanned than AJ, but less tanned than Chris), deep blue eyes that never let people know what I was truly thinking (unlike both Chris and AJ), and a semi-well-developed body with a small butt and only B-cup breasts, which very few men ever really loved.
Even though Chris and AJ were prettier than me, I wasn't jealous. I was known for my personality. My personality was more beautiful than their looks, or so I've been told. I don't really like myself at all at times, but to be honest AJ and Chris can be real sluts when they want to. They don't sleep around, but they sometimes give the appearance of being sluts. (Sorry, guys!) All three of our mothers died in a plane crash going to New York when we were sixteen. It was the worst year of our life. After that AJ got sick of her father always being nasty towards her, expecting her to take her mother's place, and making her do everything with nothing in return. AJ ran away from home and moved in with Chris and her dad. I lived at home with my two brothers as my father had left when I was a year old, soon after my younger brother had been born. Until then AJ, Chris, and I had had a band of our own, though it had been more of a childhood-type band and we weren't serious about it. We were really good though. When we were nineteen Chris's father died of a heart attack, heart problems ran on his side of the family, and I got into a major fight with my brothers. I ended up moving in with Chris and I haven't talked to them since. At this very moment I have no idea if they are even alive. Anyways, both Chris and AJ have no siblings so it was just the three of us. We were all we had and we all worked three part-time jobs in order to pay the bills. We sold the house and rented an apartment to make everything easier. Just before our 20th birthday in March we were practicing our music when we met Kit. He liked our sound, became our manager, got us to play in a few big clubs for good money around the country, and the rest is history.
"I'm sure Mackenzie will be number one…again," Chris said, grinning at me. I smiled at her. She was jealous of the way I raced. I didn't understand what I was even doing half the time, but I did what I did really well.
"Mackenzie's gonna remain undefeated till the day she dies, ladies," Kit said. "I'll pay money to have it that way if I have to…Just kidding! I won't have to pay anything because she's so good!"
"You've never even seen her race," AJ said laughing.
"I'll only agree to go to LA with you guys if Kit promises me one thing," I told them. They all looked at me curiously.
"What?" Kit finally asked after a short awkward silence where all I could do is smirk at their confusion.
"You have to come see me race the Saturday after we arrive. That's when all the big people usually come to race. I'm pretty sure I can easily locate where everyone meets for races after a few nights in town. I have a cousin up there. I'll give him a call and find out. He has connections."
"Um….I don't know," Kit began to protest. AJ and Chris jumped back up and clung onto him as if desperate for him to hold them.
"Please, Kit Kat," they pleaded and whined. "You have to! It'll be so much fun! Please!"
"There's lots of cute guys," I tried and I saw Kit's eyes light up.
"I'm in," he said and we laughed. We began to talk about arrangements and in three days we had packed and were on the tour bus to LA. It was a very special tour bus as the bus was expanded in the back with an add-on trailer that looked part of the bus. Inside were the racing cars of Chris, AJ, and I. On the four day journey from New York to LA I called my cousin and found out all the information I needed to know for racing.
So we settled into a four-room condo (Kit decided to live with the three of us to make our lives simpler) and looked around for a part-time job as Kit was still trying to get us completely settled into the Sickerelle Lounge. He still had to take care of the business deal and talk about pay and when we were available to sing (which at the moment was all the time). Finally Saturday arrived and we all got ready for the races.
I, of course, being modest and all, wore a cotton, charcoal black, wife beater and camouflage, sporty, parachute style pants with some black flip-flops. There was no way I was going to dress like a slut. Besides, dressing like a normal human being stood out in a crowd full of women dressed like skanks. AJ and Chris, of course, dressed like skanks, but more-modest-than-usual-skanks. AJ wore a forest green, silk, halter top with a very low V-neck, a very short, black, leather mini skirt, and black, 4-inch pumps. Chris wore a navy blue, silk, halter top also with a very low V-neck, a very short, blue, washed-out, jean mini skirt with torn edges, and navy blue 4-inch pumps. Kit dressed like…well, Kit. He had on black leather pants, comfortable, black dress shoes, and a dark, blood red, dress shirt. AJ and Chris had matching purses for their outfits, but I didn't bother because I thought bringing a purse to watch a race or even race was pretty much pointless.
AJ, Chris, and I got into our race cars and I let Kit ride with me. I told him he'd have to wait with AJ or Chris if I got a chance to race, but I didn't mind otherwise…as long as he didn't touch my car. So we were off to the races and I had no idea what was to come. It was going to be the best experience of my life, and I wasn't even prepared for it.
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