Ok, I want to thank the people who still read my fic, and apologize for the wait...now that I'm feeling sick I have some free time, so I'll try to write a few more chapters and finish the story. And I wanted to add an apologize if I get the lyrics of the songs wrong. I copy and paste them from other sites, and I never checked the spelling...I guess I'll have to start doing it.
Anyway, I decided that I'll write two more chapters, then it'll be over.
Sorry for the TONS of dialogues in this one. And for the fact that I didn't re-read it. I'm too tired.
And "Hell On Earth" is on hiatus. Until I get the right idea for the next chapter.

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"I can't believe what just happened." Fan Dancer, Perdition's Posse's bassist shook her head.
"Look, it's weird. It's really weird. Why Trevor wouldn't let us talk with Pinhead?" Hangman scratched his neck.
"I don't like Trevor. I don't care about the rest of you, but I think he's hiding something." the woman crossed her arms on her chest.
"If Scarred says he's ok, we can't complain. Perdition's Posse is HIS band..."
"Shut up, Snake." she exclaimed "We're talking about his BROTHER. And if Hangman says that he wanted to talk about his club, it means it's important. We all know him, and he's not the kind of person who likes random chats."
"It's not like we don't know it, but we can't do anything. Trevor will threaten us to find new musicians for the band..." Snake Oil looked away.
"He can't. And I want to know what's going on." Fan Dancer ran out of the room.
Hangman sighed.

"Manager!" the woman called, running after him.
"What do you need?" Trevor turned and smiled at her.
"I...I wanted to know what happened to Pinhead...he..." she tried to find a way to force him to answer.
"Oh." he laughed "That. Well, apparently, Pinhead likes to get drunk lately. He says things that make no sense at all..."
"But he said that he already called, and you didn't tell us." she wasn't going to let him go easily.
"I just explained you. He was completely drunk." he tried to go away.
"He never got drunk. Once he said that he didn't like it. And on the phone he sounded sober. He WAS sober."
"Look, Fan, I don't owe explanations to you. I knew he had nothing to say. Better, nothing that could interest us." he decided to end that conversation. Telling them about the whole story was just going to cause them problems. And it was a wast of money, anyway. He turned away.
"I something doesn't interest you, it doesn't mean that it couldn't interest us..." she grabbed his arm.
In the meanwhile, the rest of the band reached them.
"Oh, guys, finally...tell her to stop thinking about stupid things..." Trevor shook his head, annoyed.
Hangman interrupted him "No, wait...Trevor, listen, Pinhead talked about his club, and he sounded really worried. What's going on?"
"Nothing that could interest us. I already told her." the man rolled his eyes and pointed at Fan Dancer, as if she was an object.
"Hey, wait a second..." she almost jumped on him to hit him. She was tired of that stuff, and she didn't care if he was the boss.
The others stopped her, trying to calm her down. It wasn't the right way to solve the problem, even if Trevor didn't deserve anything better.
"Fan, he'll never answer. Don't make it worse..." Dixie, on his wheelchair, shrugged.
"Guys, Pinhead helped us when we started...why now..." she tried to say something. Dixie was the only one she listened, but now it was hard to accept.
In the meanwhile, the manager disappeared.
"That asshole!" Hangman exclaimed, furious.
"I said it. Maybe we should try to talk with Scarred..." Dixie shrugged again.
Well, probably he wasn't going to listen, but they had to try.
They never worried too much about anything before, but they couldn't leave Pinhead alone. He did anything he could to help them, he went everywhere to find someone willing to give Perdition's Posse a chance.
"Scarred?" they called, opening the door of his room.
Nobody answered.
When they saw him on his chair, with his eyes closed, for a second they wondered if he was dead. They feared to find him like that since he started doing all tje kinds of drug he could get. And looking at his room, the guys understood once more that they were just the support for his show. He had his own room, he got anything he wanted. And he didn't get tired of it.
"Scarred? Are you ok?" Snake Oil tapped him on the shoulder.
He started snoring. He was sleeping. And in a few hours they had a show...
"Wonderful." Fan Dancer shook her head "Do you want to talk to a zombie? This isn't important enough for him. As long as he has his bitches, he doesn't care if the world around him burns."
The others looked at her.
"Fan, please, calm down..."
"I can't calm down. This is the last drop. Having a lot of money doesn't mean we can bear everything Trevor tells us. I...I don't care about money, I just want to see people happy. Being famous is giving other people a dream. We stopped doing that, and...and..." she turned towards Scarred Hide and started singing.

Fan Dancer:
You're a rock 'n' roll star
You're out of the charts
Your glory's cold you're getting old
But your life is rock 'n' roll

All together:
Your crazy rock 'n' roll band
Is spinning in your head (In your head)
Each generation makes us stars
As the first five on the charts

Oh and they are top of the bill

You're a rock 'n' roll star
You've been the first one on the chart
You've had glory and fame
Rock 'n' roll was your game

Oh and you were top of the bill

They remained silent for a couple of minutes, then they walked out of the room. They made a decision, even if it was the hardest one.
"There's a quick way to reach Los Angeles?" Snake Oil asked the others.
"We need to find it."
Yes, probably that was the first time they did something right.

Female looked around. She was wandering in the supermarket, don't knowing what else she could do. She wanted to help Pinhead, but all she could think of was asking Perdition's Posse, but that had been a failure. The worst thing was that she knew the whole story, the story of how Scarred Hide found a manager. And the story of all the money Pinhead gave him because he believed in his band...but he never got back a single dollar.
Well, it wasn't anything new, stuff like that was normal in Los Angeles.
Female turned to go away, but then she saw a tall woman quickly putting two beer bottles inside her jeans jacket. Someone like that could only be...
"Merkova." she slightly smiled.
"What the..." Merkova turned.
"It's me. Don't worry." the older woman nodded.
"Good, I didn't want to start a fight here." she laughed.
"Nice to hear that you're always the same."
"Of course. But wait, it's better if we go out." Merkova started walking towards the exit. Female followed her, mentally wishing her luck. But, judging by her face, it wasn't the first time she did it.
Outside, two guys were waiting for her. One was covered in black leather, and the other had a cowboy hat and barbed wire here and there on his body.
"Done. We can go home." she gave them one of the bottles, then she opened the other with the teeth of the horse skull.
"And..." Cowboy pointed at Female.
"No, she's not coming with us. I'll stay here with her."
"Ok, you know the road."
The two girls remained alone. Here and there, Merkova drank some beer.
"So...you found a new home." Female started. She didn't know how to make it sound right. Even if she still didn't know why her and Pinhead broke up. He didn't want to talk about it, and she just went away...
"Yeah. Now I play guitar in their band. We call ourselves "Lucky Five". Shitty name, but we couldn't think of anything better." she shrugged "Haloblades...the leather guy, I mean...he's got a house, so me and Cowboy live there."
"I'm happy for you."
Merkova tilted her head to the side and remained silent. She wanted to ask her how they were doing, but she didn't want her to believe that she cared about Pinhead.
"How's the club? Fat Pig keeps looking for a girlfriend?"
"Fat Pig is trying to be useful, this time, but it's all useless. It's over." Female looked at Merkova.
"Over?"
"They discovered that we didn't pay taxes for years. We have a few days to find the money, or else Pinhead will have to sell the Labyrinth.
The taller woman didn't know what to reply. Well, that wasn't a good thing...the guys who worked there didn't deserve it.
"I could ask the guys to come and play..." she put the empty bottle on the floor.
"No, we need a famous band. But they don't play for us if we don't offer money." there was a lot of bitterness in her voice. Even Merkova noticed it, and she wasn't the girl who understood easily that kind of things.
"Look, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry." Female shook her head.
Silence fell again between them. Then the older woman stood up.
"I have to go back to the club. I guess we'll see each other somewhere."

"We need to talk with Pinhead...it's important..."
"No, he's busy." Butterball shrugged. Even if there was a nice girl with them, he really had no time for more trouble.
"Listen, we're here to help him."
"I said that he's busy. I'm sorry, but..."
He was interrupted by Chatterer, who pointed at them and clicked frantically his teeth.
They all stared at him, slightly puzzled.
Chatterer looked around, trying to find some paper and a pen. Oh, well, he had to find another way.
He started drawing letters in the air, hoping that Butterball was smart enough to understand.
"T...h...e...s...e...g...u...y...s...a...r...e...p...e...r...d...i...t...i...o...n...what's this goddamn sign? Ok, doesn't matter, continue...p...o...s...s...e...it's over? Ok..." he scratched his head "...Perdition's Posse? Are you kidding?"
Chatterer shook his head.
"Where's the Boss' brother, then?" he pointed at them.
The guys lowered their heads. Right, all they needed was someone who reminded them once more that they were nobody without him.
"He didn't come. We're sorry." Fan Dancer sighed.
"You really are Perdition's Posse? ...here?" Butterball was definitely surprised, since he had no idea of how they got to know the Labyrinth's problems.
They explained him that they ran away even if they were on tour, all because they wanted to know what happened to Pinhead.
"We need to do something. We can't let this happen." Fan Dancer nodded.

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Scorpions - Top Of The Bill