King of Hearts, Ace of Spades
Heart and Spade
By LadyLoveless
Based on mentallyinsanepyress's fanfic
This fic is based of f a band in MIP's X-Men fic "So Many Secrets"
GO READ IT BEFORE YOU READ THIS.
So here we go a…THE FIRST CHAPTER...Which is short. I apologize for that but the first two chapters of this fic are mostly character descriptions as well as the begining of the story. They'll get longer as it goes, especially since MIP's my accomplice.
Disclaimer-I own nothing but my character. My friend Suz owns Wren. Original songs belong to Pyra (mentallyinsanepyress) and the band who own themselves.
If you want to get in touch/talk to the band I'll post their emails in the next chapter. AND They'll be on my page, since the band's being so nice. They want fans of the characters to get in touch.
I heart Damien!!
He thinks I'm a stalker…
…Hehehe….
But he luffs me anyway.
HE'S MINE!!
You can talk to him, but he's still mine…at least in my world, where he gives up his crush on Pyra…….
Chapter one-'Supercalafragalisticexpeala-'
Quote of the day-
"Who's better off,
People who have no fantasies,
No dreams,
Or those who can't seem to shake them off,
Who walk around with a hopeful smile,
And eagerly turn themselves to the sound of any soft voice,
any jeweled promise?"
V.C Andrews-'Rose'
Fridays are always busy in the city, especially for the social/entertainment type businesses. Fridays are always busy, but Saturdays are like free day at the fair. The most popular club of Salem Center, New York, was no exception. Moonfire was filled past capacity as the people attempted to drown out the sorrows and celebrate the successes of the week in good beer and hip grinding music.
DJDJ's head bobbed to the pounding rhythm of a new artist that had been sent to him the day before. He scanned the enthusiastic crowd from behind his tinted shades and nodded to Joe, the barkeep and owner of the club. It was getting late and the live entertainment was gearing up on stage as the single, and often times married, women ogled the attractive band members.
Yes it was your typical night at Moonfire, one of the few mutant friendly nightclubs.
King of Hearts, Ace of Spades was the clubs new house band, occasionally dueting with Pyra LaCroix, Joe's adopted daughter. Damien, the lead singer of the band let his emerald orbs scan the enthusiastic crowd again and paused in his musings. He sent an attractive red head a cocky smile that sent her into hysterics before turning back to the band. He watched silently as everyone tuned and hooked up their instruments. Banger, their Billy Idol looking bald drummer was tipping back in his chair, having finished setting up first. He gave a wave, flashing the singer his usual full toothed smile. To Banger's left the shy Ticker was tuning his bass, which somehow always seemed to go off tune just before a show. The two were strangely similar yet opposite.
Next to Ticker was Pick who was strumming away on his guitar, head bobbing to the music. Across from Pick, to Banger's right, was Pick's fraternal twin Keys. He was swearing at his keyboard trying to figure out what was going wrong with the sound this time. The two boys were dressed like the elegant vampyrs of lore, pick a fair haired reflection of his dark haired brother.
Behind Keys were the fraternal Twins. Twin one and Twin two. They were laughing and banging large bronze cymbals in each other's faces in some form of a war. The Twins were wearing a particularly eccentric set of earrings tonight, a small butt with a cell phone attached to it. ((Anyone aside from Pyra who can guess this gets a cookie and a special character appearance. lol)) Damien shook his head at the two red heads and looked over at an annoyed Psycho who was fiddling with his guitar and watching the twins, his eye twitching ever so slightly.
Damien shook his rainbow haired head again and drummed his fingers against his microphone stand. He released the stand and jogged over to DJDJ's booth. "Hey man, that radio show just started. Switch it up." He grinned at the Japanese African American DJ whose head was still bobbing to the music. DJDJ grinned and cut the song short. He switched on his headset and blew into the mic. "Hey you hip grinding, boozed up, sex addicts, guess what time it is?" he called out to the momentarily silent crowd.
"SUPERCALAFRAGALISITICEXPEALA-FUCK YOU!!" the crowd cheered at the top of their lungs, stomping and clapping their hands. DJDJ laughed and switched over to the radio, flipping the channel to 66.6FM, Salem Center's choice station for comedic relief and the latest tunes. The room went from cheers and static to the sound of a husky voiced woman ranting. "Come on caller grow a brain cell would you? Mag-NET-o is a douche bag, plain and simple. Some one that thinks peace can only be acquired through manipulation, destruction, and human massacre is obviously NOT mentally stable and deserves to be hogtied with a spoon rope and stuck to a metal pole in the middle of an Indian Boys meeting so the kids can use him for target practice."
A large portion of the crowd in Moonfire busted up as another voice piped in, a lighter voice with sarcasm dripping from every word. "You just had to blip-ing get her started didn't you lady?" the girl asked with a snort. "Seriously though, you're missing a blip-ing brain if you idolize Mag-ghetto. What kind of nutter would idolize a man with a metal helmet and underwear on the outside of his suit?" The girl from earlier laughed.
"It would be worse if he wore them backwards Wren." She crowed. "Then again with that Pyra gal living here in Salem Center it would prolly be a good idea." The two girls howled with laughter, Pyra being an almost friend of their's. The crowd heard a soft blip as they hung up on the caller. "Aww dammit Wren! You are NOT allowed to push the buttons, remember?" the low husky voice snarled.
Wren cackled. "That's too damm bad! Mag-squito lovers aren't allowed on our show!" "I started the damm show bird girl so you have no say!" "I do so Lydia and you know it! The listeners like me best anyway." "In your dreams maybe."
The bickering continued for a short while, followed by the usual crash, bangs, and yelps as the girls fought. "Piraanhaaaa…." Wren cooed, sending Lydia into hysterics. "NO, no piranha! Get the hell away from me Wren! OWWWWWWW Keep your teeth to yourself…Chip get her off me!!" A door opened and closed in the background, barely audible over the crowd's chatter and laughter.
Chip, the manager, grunted as he tried to yank the girls apart. He scolded them again and went back into the hallway. Lydia let out a whoosh of air. "Gawd you're such a b-blip." She growled. Wren snickered. "At least I didn't forget about the important surprise." Lydia's quizzical voice followed. "Surpri…OH, right! Nearly forgot with all the commotion! As our ending piece we are delighted to inform you we will be making a physical appearance tonight! So if you're a happy, and not murderous, listener then head down to Club Moonfire and dish out the 50 bucks to see us. Just look for the gypsy and the girl in the straight jacket." The line was silent a moment.
"HEY! I'm a put you on a stretcher in about two seconds!" Wren cried.
Lydia cackled madly…….
"The night suddenly just became interesting." Damien laughed, grinning impishly at DJDJ amidst the cheers of the current clubbers.