Not sorry for making Kirsty the leader of the protesters. But she gets a song, too. And it's Motörhead.
In this chapter stuff happens, and we get to know better Scarred Hide. And definitely NOT sorry for the man I chose as their manager. XD
But ok, I'm sorry for all the time I needed.
xx
"So...as a final word, what would you like to say to the Labyrinth's owners?" the reporter gave once again the mic to Kirsty.
The woman grinned and stared at the reporter "Well...I'll say that they betrayed America!" she yelled.
Kirsty:
You stand accused of treason, you offer no good reason
You are a bloody liar, yours is the stake of fire,
You say you are innocent, but you be caught and spent
And now you pay the price, for avarice, your vice
Intrigue your sole desire, you sold your wife, your child
You sell your oldest friends, you sold your countrymen
All the protesters, dancing:
And yet we know your name, traitor, traitor
And now your face is shown, and so your fate is known,
We have discovered you, we have uncovered you,
You say you were led astray, fall on your knees and pray,
Pity is not for you, we'll make things hot for you,
Our hearts we make to harden, for you there is no pardon,
For you the spike awaits, upon the traitors gate,
And crows will eat your eyes, traitor, traitor
Delight we find in you, as we are binding you,
You look in vain for friends, you only find revenge
We give you blood and steel, we break you on the wheel
The ones you hope to sell, will send you straight to hell,
As we dismember you, we shall remember you,
You are abomination, you that betrayed the nation
Kirsty:
You shall take long to die, traitor, traitor!
The women nodded all together.
"They will never find forgiveness from God!" she repeated "We will find a way to destroy this...Sodom and Gomorrah!"
The last thing they expected was a fat man all dressed in leather jumping in front of the camera and opening his jacket, showing the long and deep cut on his belly. Yet, it was happening.
"Yes, babies! Destroy me, lick me from head to feet..." he turned and tried to rub himself against Miss Cotton, who jumped away for the disgust. He still managed to grab her wrist and brush her fingers against the bloody wound on his stomach.
"GO AWAY, YOU FILTHY DEVIL!"
"Nobody called me like that...I think I love you, baby pie...let me see how nice you look under your grandmother's pants..." he smiled at her. The fact that his jaw looked half dislocated only made it worse.
The woman yelled again and tried to tell the others to call the police, but Butterball managed to run away before they could do anything.
"You're dead." whispered Kirsty.
All the people who worked at the Labyrinth were outside, watching the scene. And they were all laughing. Even Pinhead couldn't hold back a small grin.
Butterball joined them, waiting for the applauses.
"You think they all saw me?" he laughed.
Female sighed "The whole America saw you."
"Think about all the beautiful girls who want me now..." he grinned, daydreaming.
"Yeah, roasted pork sounds nice..." Merkova whispered to Pinhead, who coughed to hold back a laugh. Well, that was a definitely good way to raise his mood, after more bills landed on his table, with their usual "we know you can't pay us" attitude.
He walked back inside. He needed to find a way to gain some more money. They could barely pay their workers, and even if they were all friends...well, they needed food here and there.
Maybe Female was right. He had to put aside the pride and call his brother. Famous bands stopped playing in their club when they stopped paying good...maybe his brother could persuade their manager to go, even if they couldn't give them money.
He found himself in the office. Oh, amazing, he already reached it.
He had to decide.
After a deep sigh, he started looking for the phone number. He put it in one of his books, just so he wasn't forced to see it every time he tried to clean the room.
Pinhead's hand were trembling when he started dialing the numbers. That was the only thing that could scare him, apart from losing his club. And that meant losing his dreams, too.
"Hello? Gooden speaking." the man answered to the phone.
"Hello? I'm Pinhead. Scarred Hide's brother."
The man rolled his eyes and considered hanging up "Oh, sure man. How are things?" he started walking in the long corridor of the backstage.
"Good, bad, it's irrelevant. But I wanted to speak with my brother." he replied, coldly.
"Sorry, your brother is busy. The band has a gig tonight." he reached a door with a paper sign that said "Hide". He opened it and looked at the man who was sitting with three or four girls around. He looked terribly drunk.
"But it's something important. More important than anything he could be doing right now." Pinhead's voice was still calm, but it had sharp knives everywhere. A normal man would've been scared of it, but Perdition Posse's manager wasn't one of them.
"You can tell me."
He mentally threw a coin to decide if it was worth the risk. After all, he had nothing to lose "I wanted to ask him if Perdition Posse could have a gig in my club."
Trevor Gooden raised one eyebrow. Maybe it wasn't a complete waste of time, after all... "Tell me more about it..."
"Perdition Posse will attract a lot of people. The Labyrinth has a few financial problems, and with a gig of such proportions we can solve them."
"And how about the money WE get?" Trevor grinned. That was his fav part.
"I'll be sincere. We can't pay you." Pinhead didn't hesitate. There wasn't another way to put it, and maybe their manager wasn't as bad as he remembered him.
On the other side, the man almost threw away the phone "Look, I can try to persuade him, but he does nothing for free. But don't worry, I'll call you and tell you how it goes. I'll try everything I can." he hung up.
Pinhead sighed. There was no need to be polite, he could happily say "I want money, and your club can go to Hell." and appear more sincere. That was humiliating, and he hated it.
In the backstage, Scarred Hide asked his manager who called.
"Usual crap. Don't even bother thinking about it. Anyway, is it all right?"
"Yes." the rockstar smiled and patted the hip of the girl sitting near him "It's heaven here."
Trevor nodded once. Perfect. The singer had anything he could ask for. Drugs, girls, anything. The rest of the band was nothing, people wanted Scarred Hide. And he needed to keep the band going until the fans decided to move to other music.
"I'm going to check if the others are ok. Have fun and try to stand up when it's time to play, ok?" he walked out.
Scarred tilted his head and a sleepy grin appeared on his face.
"Hide, you want me to do something else?" a girl with red hair blinked with a cat-like expression.
"Go ahead and make me happy, honey. I'm never satisfied..." he caressed her chin.
She giggled and knelt down.
The singer laughed and started singing.
I see your sister in her
Sunday dress
She's out to please
She pouts her best
She's out to take
No need to try
She's ready to make
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
please me, baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
please me
Cars are crashin' every night
I drink n' drive
everything's in sight
I make the fire
But I miss the firefight
I hit the bull's eye every night
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
please me, baby
Yeah it's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
See me hit you
You fall down
I see you standin' there
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
Fuck off
Ya get nothin' for nothin'
If that's what you do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do
And I'm bored
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to
please me, baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
So come with me
Don't ask me where cause I don't know
I'll try to please you
I ain't got no money
But it goes to show
It's so easy
He closed his eyes.
Pinhead walked out of his office and called Female.
"I called."
"...and?" the woman looked at him. His face was always so goddamn calm that it was impossible to understand what he was thinking.
"They refused." he shook his head.
"Your brother refused?" she was shocked.
"No. His...manager refused."
Female caught the hint of bitterness in Pinhead's voice when he said "manager". She understood.
"I'm sorry. I thought it was a good idea to call Scarred..."
"So many things sound good...and so few actually are." he looked away. He neither wanted to hear his brother's name.
"I said it, I'm sorry. Look, I'll be around if you...need to talk. Now I'm going..." she went away. She knew, she was the only one to know how much Pinhead cared about his brother, and how much he suffered when Scarred decided to leave without even telling the others.
Pinhead didn't move. He wanted to think, to find a good idea to save the club, because standing there whining was completely useless.
"I'm sorry I overheard..." a girl walked closer to him.
The man stared at her.
"...are you really Scarred Hide's brother?" she asked.
"Yes. But forgive me, I have a lot of things to do..." no. That was the last drop.
"OH MY GOD!" she yelled. Pinhead's ears cried.
He didn't know how, but she jumped on him. He tried to push her away, but it was like she was glued to his body. She kept whispering how hot a threesome with both the brothers could be, how much she loved Perdition Posse, and all this kind of things.
If this happened to someone else, Pinhead would've found it entertaining. If it happened to someone else.
"Hands off, bitch. Or I'll just cut them and then shove both up your second-hand ass."
Pinhead turned and saw Merkova staring at them. Ok, she was going to fix things.
"I don't like being cheated on." she glared at her boyfriend.
The man felt Earth slipping away from his feet.
She completely misunderstood the situation.
xx
Motörhead - Traitor
Guns N Roses - It's So Easy