Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody-Avenged Sevenfold
Title: Getting In Cars With Strangers Really Never Helped Anybody
Fandom: Avenged Sevenfold
Type: RPS
Pairings: Brian/Matt, Brian/Zacky, a little Brian/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Made it all up. None of its real. Dont Own Anything, Dont Know Any Of The Members Of Avenged Sevenfold, Wish I Did
Warnings: Severe Violence, Severe Language, Mild Sexual Acts With A Minor, Some Talk Of Prostitution, Slash, Graphic Man-on-Man, Major Smut, Drinking, Smoking, Some Drug Use, Forced Sex, Bondage, Blood, Broken Bones, Masturbation, Masochism, Sadisim
Just thought I should update pictures/visual aid for my babies!
Here you go:
Matt Sanders A.K.A M. Shadows-
Brian Haner Jr. A.K.A Synyster Gates-
Zacky Baker A.K.A Zacky Vengeance-
Jimmy Sullivan A.K.A The Reverend-
Johnny Seward A.K.A Johnny Christ-
Chapter 16-
Zacky glanced at the road, half expecting there to be nothing, but Johnny had not been lying.
Sure enough, the faint glow of two large headlights could be seen in the dark.
They seemed to be quite a distance away, but Johnny had been right, the vehicle was moving at a considerable speed and only going faster.
Zacky felt his heart stop for a couple seconds.
If there was a truck, than that meant they werent stranded.
They werent going to be stuck in the fucking middle of nowhere anymore...
Someone was going to help them get out of their nightmare and take them safely home.
They were going to be okay.
Then he remembered the two men still in the middle of the road.
They were both clothed in black, as usual, and completely oblivious to anything outside of their little hate bubble.
They could easily be undetected by a tired driver in a large truck, so the possiblities of them being hit was becoming more and more likely.
Zacky groaned. "Fuck. We all have to go out there right now. That damn truck isnt gonna see them.
God, they are so fucking stupid sometimes. It pisses me off. Come on, Johnny. You have to help me. I cant do it alone. I need your help."
Johnny sneered at the guitarist.
"No. Fuck you, Zack. Im not helping you. You are a total asshole. And you called me a pussy and a douchebag. Why should I fucking help you? Your mean. Insults get you nowhere. And I didnt do anything wrong...so, fuck you!"
Zacky rolled his eyes and ground his small, white teeth together as he spoke.
"Will you stop being such a fucking baby? All you ever do is whine and cry and shit your fucking pants.
You always act like such a child. So, why should I be nice to you? Im not a fucking babysitter. I dont need to take care of anymore grown, adult men that act like fucking children. We have too many in this band. Those two assholes outside obviously arent as mature as they appear, so I have to look out for them on a daily basis. And then of course we have Jimmy here that I have to take care of and watch over everyday. Hes the biggest man-child of them all--no offense, Jim--and hes enough of a handful on his own. So, why should I even care about you? Your the last thing I need right now. Another kid. I cant be daddy to everyone. Im just one fucking person. Stop being difficult, Johnny. And fucking grow up already."
Outside of the car, the carnage was just as bad. Brian had managed to straddle Matts hips, striking his closed fist in the singers face over and over again, completely unaware of the large vehicle steadily approaching them.
His face was flushed, and his heart beat fast.
Beads of sweat sprinkled lightly over his tan forehead, causing his skin to almost glow.
His breathing was steady, but thick, and his brown eyes were slightly glazed over.
It was obvious he wasnt really there.
He was too far gone.
Too deep inside his own mind.
He was completely lost in his own little world. So much, that the sounds around him didnt register in his brain.
He was totally oblivious to everything.
Every sound, every feeling, every smell and taste. Nothing was real to him.
Anything he had ever known before had vanished. Dissapated. Gone.
It was all in the now. All in the moment.
That was all that mattered to him and that was all he noticed.
Even when Matt gurgled through the blood and frantically choked out cries of defeat, it fell to deaf ears with Brian.
He only heard the pounding of his own heart resounding throughout his head.
It wasnt until bright, blinding beams of light caught his attention, did he falter in his actions.
He looked up, staring straight into the headlights, and squinted immedietly, holding his arm up to sheild his eyes from the bright glow.
The truck came speeding toward the two of them, and didnt seem to be slowing down any time soon.
The two men stayed frozen in the middle of the road, Brian still on top of Matt, too shocked to even think.
It was all happening so fast.
All five men were almost in a trance like state, none of them moved, or blinked.
And it wasnt until the sound of the loud horn ripping through the quiet night air, startled them, jolting them roughly awake.
Brian was the first to move, stumbling and tripping over the singer beneath him, trying to get on his feet before the vehicle was upon them.
Matt quickly followed the guitarist, painfully rolling onto his stomach to make it easier for himself to stand up on his tired legs.
He was exhausted.
Brian had oficially beaten every ounce of energy that was left out of his aching body, and he was now just running on a sliver of hope.
The hope of possibly getting the fuck out of there and making it safely home in one fucking peice.
That was all that mattered to him. That was all he really cared about.
He didnt really think about much else. He just wanted to sleep for three weeks, stay in his safe, comfortable home alone forever, and never come out for the rest of his young life.
He didnt care anymore.
He just wanted to be alone.
And if that meant getting into a large truck--in the middle of fucking nowhere, with a complete stranger--than so fucking be it..
And that was exactly what he was going to do, wether he really wanted to or not.
It didnt really matter.
It was all going to be over soon. All he had to do was be paitent. And not do anything stupid.
And not get himself into anymore trouble.
And not jepordize his own life and the lives of his band members.
Which wasnt really a difficult task to give himself.
Or so he poorly thought...
----DONE!!!! Chapter 16! SO done! Chapter 17 up real soon! I promise! Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! Comment please! Thanks again!----
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