Screams

Curses

All echoing through my house, my haven, ringing through my ears. My mother and father we're fighting again. I sat in a corner of my dark room. I was hugging my legs, rocking back and forth like I did when I was little. Even now, at the age of fifth teen I still found it comforting. I pretended I wasn't there, and I really wish I wasn't. Thank god my little brother, Kristopher wasn't at home. He was too young to understand. The lucky bastard, I though bitterly, he was away at a sleepover at his friends house. Sure, Kris had heard some of moms and dads fights but the ones he was home for were minor to the ones I had witnessed in my adolescence. I was Stephanie, Steffi for short. My rich chocolate brown hair draped around my face, covering my cream skin and grey eyes, now blood shot.

I heard a crash, like breaking glass, someone had thrown something. Most likely my mom, I had grown up with these fights, my parents didn't even bother to try and put on a show to seem like they were getting along. But when Kristopher came along they at least tried to look happy............ or well, normal, a functional family. Only any time Kris left or went out, that was when their tired act faded, and the screaming began. I felt jealous of my brother, he probably didn't even know. Mother and father always said how important it was for me to comfort him and tell him that they were just having a "little" fight.

I needed to get out of there, I crawled form the corner of my room and looked at my alarm clock. The blinking red numbers read out 9:45, we had a show in 15 minutes.

My close circle of friends and I had a band, they were the only ones that knew about my families problems, as I knew all their problems. I grabbed a black leather jacket; I was wearing army green, worn out cargos and a white tank top. My black nail polish was chipped and the black bandana I wore was only when my parents had had a spat recently.

I pulled on my black high do up boots quickly and harshly, I needed to get away.

I swept some bus fare from my bed side dresser and hastily made my way down the terrace. I hopped onto the ground, and started to make my way to the bus stop.

I made her way to the back entrance/exit of the Swinging Kats club. In the back alley I could make out the familiar shapes of my friends.

"Hey, another fight between the parental units?" asked a voice I could only guess as my friend Eve, indicating to the black bandana around my head. She sat on top of a dumpster her ebony black hair loose and her amber eyes twinkling golden in the moonlight.

She had on a black tank top, black hip huggers, a chained belt and black nail polish the same as mine.

I nodded, "what's up with you?" I asked as I took my seat on top of the dumpster.

"Ah, you know the usual shit. Moms in a snit," Eve trailed off.

"About...........?" I egged on.

"We got another letter," Eve gulped, "from my sister. She said she's coming over, and taking me back."

I gasped, "Are you serious?" I asked stunned.

"No, I'd just decided to tell you that," said Eve sarcastically with a cracked smile on her lips.

"So...........where's Shannon and Sam?" I asked, trying to change the subject. My parents compared to Eve's problems were cupcakes.

"Sam's inside the club, making sure her drums are perfectly in place," said Eve. Samantha was our drummer, and her drum set had to be exactly the way she liked it or she would exploded. Samantha probably had one of the worst problems of us all, an abusive boyfriend.

Just then a dark figure appeared, a girl. I could make out her light brown hair all tangled, and her green eyes shining with what looked like tears. She was wearing green cargo shorts that were ripped at the bottom and a black tank top with the word Sacred, on the front with red dripping letters. She had spiked arm bands and a black choker, plus as all of us had, black nail polish and worn out shoes. Wrapped around her fore arms, underneath the black leather spikes you could see white linen and a light trace of blood underneath, this girl, was Shannon.

"Yo," she said shortly as she went to go lean against a wall.

"What the heck happened to you?" spurted Eve without warning. Shannon smiled weakly.

"Mom went on a rampage, threw a mirror at me. I blocked with my arms and a obviously got cut," said Shannon. Shannon's Dad had left her family about 5 weeks ago. He was always out of town on business and her mom blamed everything that went wrong on him. Now she took her rage out on Shannon, screaming, slapping, etc. Shannon's older brothers looked more of her mom, but Shannon; sadly had her fathers face, and eyes everything. Thus her mother took out all the rage she had out on her daughter, her older brothers rarely were home, or too scarred to do anything. After all if their mother was taken away they would have no one left to turn too.

"Now, all I have to figure out is if I'll get seven years bad luck or her," said Shannon coolly, a light trace of a smile on her lips.

We smiled; all of us had our problems. And we had promised each other that whatever happened we wouldn't let them ruin our lives. That was why we had started our band. Our band was for a reason, every few nights we would play, not just any music. Music with hatred, rage, sorrow, we poured everything we had into our songs. So that by the end we would have no anger, no sorrow, no malice towards anyone, that way we could smile, laugh...........forget about everything wrong in our lives. And everything would be okay...........until those same twisted emotions would come back full force, with the lust to just let lose, and lose control. And lately it had been even harder for us to do just that. Lately Sam's boyfriend was more aggressive, Eve's sister and mother were threatening her and each other with no end, Shannon's mom had struck home by throwing a mirror, and my parents were on the verge of getting physical. Yup, looked like everything was going to hell, and worst of all we were all stuck in the inferno. But, every time we played we felt the flames inside of us, the hunters that lived within our souls rise up and spill their sins, and lash out at the invisible target. It was a great feeling, like you could feel like all you had was that moment, and that your heart was on fire, cackling with the feeling of being alive. Only then did we not know exactly what we were doing when we played, and what dangers we were unleashing from ourselves.

"I think tonight calls for our angrier songs, don't cha think?" asked Shannon, we nodded. "Then we can celebrate by getting me two rounds of stitches!" said Shannon, with such enthusiasm it could only make you laugh.

"Hey, guys were on in 5!," said Sam poking her head out from the door, "can you play Shannon, you looked like you got struck by a bus?" asked Sam, noticing the bandages and the blood that was now openly dripping from her arm. Sam too was wearing all black, with a long black sleeve tee shirt that hide her many bruises and cuts, she too like Eve had black hair that was bound by a scrunchie into a high ponytail; only her eyes were a deep deep brown.

"Dude, nothing could keep me away from my baby," said Shannon, talking about her red and black fender Stratocaster electric guitar.

We walked silently behind the drawn curtain, onto Swinging Kats small stage. I went to my navy blue guitar, as Shannon went to her "baby", Eve walked over to her black bass, and put on the strap caressing the guitar as if an old lover. Sam took her place at her red drum set and took her drum sticks. I went up to my microphone as Shannon and Eve went up to theirs. Our hearts pounded hard in our chest, we were ready to be alive. Only this time, this time we had so much rage in our souls etching to get out, scratching to be released. I could see Shannon smile wickedly and her muscles tense. Yes, this time we had so much power, that in that show we lost control...........and let lose of our pains.

"And now, Dangerously Demonic," said the Announcer as the curtains lifted and we were left facing a group of wide eyed teens. Dangerously Demonic, our band name and pride.

I sat in the corner of the pounding night club, so...........Dangerously Demonic? These were the girls I was sent to get. There name was a little creepy of how close they really were to the truth, did they know already? They looked like normal punks, what powers might these girls possibly possess? I was told that they were highly dangerous, to be handled with care. I pushed a lock of my blue hair away from my violet eyes. I was Kai Hiwitari, the Demonic prodigy, the Shadowed Flame, the Cold Fire. All these names belonged to me, and my power was legendary even only at the age of 15. I sighed, this was a waste of my time, they even told me to phone in Rei as back up. He was the Tiger Demon, the Keeper of the Mountains, the Freedom of Claw. I guess I should explain something; some kids had demonic powers, some born with them or some that were caused by the in balance of emotions, in other words an anger kid would most likely grow into demonic powers than a happy kid would. Most demons their powers are fashioned after are great spirits that dwell within them, demons that are normal animals are known as 'average' demons. Only few such as Rei and I have demons that dwell within us that are mythical, Reis, the Great White Tiger of Freedom. And mine, The Blue Phoenix of Justice. I was just about to turn away until I heard and saw "Dangerously Demonic" play.

Their voice were harsh, and there music hard with emotion and pain.

"In the land of dirt and plaster
lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids"

I saw a faint blue light around the girl with the red and black guitar as she whispered these words into the microphone. Another girl on the blue guitar had a faint red trace of light surround her as she struck hard chords. The one on the bass had a white light around her and the one on the drums a gray light.

"Losing ground and falling faster
into a life that no one should have to live"

After that little bit of song, next was the chorus. As they sang/yelled this I began intrigued. For as they reached the peak of their song, the trace of light that surrounded them exploded into little shards of black glass. I could feel it cutting into my inner demons. But all the people around me danced, unfazed. They had no powers to see the lights of demons escaping. Nor could they feel the hatred and pain within those demons.

"We are the people that you hate!
we are the bastards that you created! (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place!
a generation of all your sons and daughters."

I felt as if I part of me understood what their sad song was getting too, after all I was abandoned then brought back only to be used. I shook my head of these memories, and began to become aware of blood coming form the one girls arm. As the blood hit the floor it was struck by a dart of black malice and was cut, steaming and disappeared.

"Behind the fake family image
behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
inside the cage that we've been given
I see an image of the future that we don't have."

They were playing harder now, they wore expressions of joy. What twisted fates had been woven for these girls? I was complied to find out.

"We are the people that you hate!
We are the bastards that you created! (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place!
A generation of all your sons and daughters."

Once more I was blown a back by the intensity of their words, I felt my knees start to give way. I was being drained, the Phoenix rustled within me.

But their playing softened, and their words became whispers. The change was so peaceful, I relaxed.

"And what did you expect ... a perfect child
raised by tv sets ... abandoned every mile
we never get respect ... never a fair trial
no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile."

The song ended so abruptly I stood waiting for more, I was intoxicated. But none the less I would have to confront these artists. We would have to see what demons lurked within the shadowed corners of these girls minds, or else the dangers that awaited would sacrifice many lives.

I smiled despite myself, Dangerously Demonic? Quite appropriate.

Only then I did not know exactly how dangerous they were.

FL: Well, quite different don't cha' think? Ill write more. Sorry about the long chappie, not my usual style. But I'm on a bet Steffi and Eve don't think I can write a sad story!!!! But I promise them by the end of this story you will be crying! MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Well, read and review!!!