A/N: yay for sort of continuation of Sid Vicious, I think I scared people off into thinking that it was going to be depressing the whole time, that stuff only comes at the end, it's still all comedy yall. Come on it's Sid VICIOUS you think it's gonna be serious the whole time ahaha not! Um prologue was all sad so I just added the first chapter with it hahah. PLEASE REVIEW or I will come after you!
Prologue
My arm.
I can't feel my arm.
It's numb.
No, no it's just not there.
I wonder if we cut it off last night.
That would have been fun.
Real fun.
Sid would have laughed.
Sid laughs at everything.
What? What's that taste? That copper, copper, stale taste. It's in my mouth. It's on my lips, just like lipstick.
Blood lipstick.
I wish I could smear it, but I can't move my arm.
A bitter, body shaking chill ran threw Nico quickly, his bluish lips parted, the blood between them smudging more.
Nico's blue eyes rolled forward from his eye sockets, his head hang low, his brown hair dangling, as his vision focused on his pale arm.
It was dead; at least it was as good as dead. He could see the blue veins running threw it, the track marks running along it.
The red swollen scabs that he had picked still on it.
It was kind of funny in a way. His arm was dead, and he wasn't, not yet anyway.
Moving his head up, he stared at his legs, hanging out of the large porcelain bathtub. His tight jeans had holes in them. He didn't know how long he had been wearing them. Days maybe.
Showers weren't that important lately: they took too much time, time that he didn't have.
Time that he didn't want to have.
Nico's whole body was numb, numb and just…there. Lifeless, hopeless, flesh.
He felt a shake against his leg, and he looked over seeing his boyfriend, Sid, curled up against the shower faucet.
An attempt at a smile quirked Nico's lips, but it just looked more like a twitch.
Sid's hair was wet, hiding his face. He was only in his jeans, his legs too hanging out of the edge. He was pale, paler than Nico had remembered last night.
The rubber strap was still lying limp on his lap. The needle was thrown on the tile floor.
Nico stared for what felt like hours at the line of blood trailing down the inside of Sid's arm. Right where the needle sticks.
Nico wiped it with his dead arm; he wiped it, and put his finger to his mouth tasting his blood and Sid's. Sid's body was his body.
Sid shook violently again, whispering words to himself.
Nico chuckled deeply, and closed his eyes for a second before staring at the bathroom they were in. It was a big bathroom, Sid's manager must have gotten it just for Sid, the other band members had their own rooms as well.
They had been in so many hotels, so many bathrooms, so many beds, so many cities. Nico didn't know where they were now. He titled his head slightly and looked at the broken mirror on the right.
He just kept watching and watching. He wanted to know how it broke. Did they do it? He wanted to remember, but he couldn't. He never could anymore.
Sid twitched again, his whole body jerking, and Nico reached over to brush his sensitive skin on his side. Sid sighed, licking his lip ring briefly.
The thoughts, the questions, started running through Nico's head full speed now. This always happened to him, usually he just ignored them but he couldn't right now.
"How'd we get here?" Nico asked to nobody, his voice hauntingly echoing through the pale, white bathroom.
That was a question that nobody ever wanted to ask themselves, that kind of question showed destruction, confusion, pain. That kind of question could never be answered.
But Nico wanted it answered, he wanted to know now! His breathing had picked up, his chest going up and down, up and down.
"Where?" Nico started. He swallowed hard. He could hear himself swallow. He could hear everything and nothing all at the same time.
"Sid? Sid," he whispered, trying to shake his boyfriend, his eyes looking at the door. What was on the other side?
Sid muttered something, but that was good enough because it let Nico know he was awake. He hadn't overdosed so it was all okay.
"Where are we?" he asked. Sid took a deep breath, shifting positions and staring at the blank door, following Nico's gaze.
"I dunno," he answered.
Nico's eyes were watering: he was staring at the door so hard, so painfully. He wanted answers.
"How'd we get here?"
Sid's dull eyes hooded. "I dunno."
"Why not? Why the fuck not?!" Nico said louder. "I wanna know. I wanna know how we got here, Sid! Tell me! Tell me how we got here!" he was screaming. Sid winced and turned to him, grabbing his face and pressing his cheek against Nico's.
"Shh, it's okay."
"No it's not. Tell me how we ended up like this, Sid! We weren't like this! We were happy….we were happy." Nico whispered, his voice choking, his nose running with snot and blood.
They didn't start like this. They weren't always like this. They had had friends that liked them, they had had a life. They used to laugh, Sid used to make jokes, Sid had been happy. Nico had been happy. They had been happy.
They had been in love, just the two of them. They had never been this bad. The drugs had never been this hard.
Sid was holding onto Nico carefully. He was too weak for this, he was too weak to make Nico feel better. So he just held him, rubbing his nose against Nico's face telling him it was alright.
"How do you know that?" Nico asked, pulling away and gripping onto Sid's neck with both of his hands. Sid held Nico's face with both of his hands.
"I don't." Sid smirked, his eyes glazed.
"I don't wanna die here, Siddy, I don't wanna die yet." Nico choked on his tears.
"We won't. You'll see, Nico," Sid promised as he turned around to switch on the water.
The pair stared at each other, right into each other, as the water around them filled higher and higher. As it poured out of the tub and onto the floor. As it kept going, rolling and rolling out from underneath the door. Sid and Nico watched it with smiles.
"Let's see how long we can hold our breaths." Sid stated, with a childlike smile. That smile that Nico had fallen in love with so long ago.
Sid tugged Nico down below him until he was on top of him underneath the water, their legs entwining.
Neither of them had closed their eyes, they kept looking. The bubbles, and blood floating out above them, floating all around them.
We're dead. Sid mouthed as he held onto Nico's face, leaned down, kissing him lifelessly on the mouth.
Nico should be scared, but he wasn't. He had Sid Vicious with him and that's all that mattered.
If Sid died then he died, so they might as well do it together right?
But all the while, as the air was leaving his body, Nico couldn't help but think once again how they had gotten this far. How it had gotten to this point. This wasn't their beginning, this wasn't how they started.
They started with fun. They started with giggles and immaturity, a relationship new to them both.
How were they supposed to know it was gonna end up like this? How did they know they were going to destroy each other?
o.n.e.
Chicken Run
"Hold it in," Sid urged, his animated face inches away from Nico's.
Nico's blue eyes were glaring, narrowing hard at both Sid's annoyance, and the burning sensation in his throat and chest.
Trying to hold his breath for as long as he could, Nico took in his boyfriend's features. Those full red lips with a lip ring in both sides of his mouth. That black hair with a blonde streak on the side that was long and messy, his bangs cut a little below his eyebrows for him to see. And his almost complete sleeve of tattoos on one arm, and the beginning on the other.
"If you let it go now I won't let you watch me undress for two weeks." Sid warned. Nico made a face, and Sid smirked.
"Don't lie, I know you loves it."
Nico focused on Sid's bridge piercing right in between his brown eyes. He wanted to smile, it reminded him of something but he wasn't sure just yet.
"Hold it, hold it."
Nico's lips perched tightly, he jiggled his hand trying to keep the smoke in.
"Hold it, bitch."
"Sid, shut the fuck up. Leave him alone. He can hold it for how ever long he wants." Pixie said from across the room. He was glad that things had gone back to normal some what ever since Cassie had left and the whole Justin incident.
Pixie was lighting up a cigarette as he sat on the couch beside Cassidy. His white blonde extensions were in long braids that fell across his flat chest. That chest that was always a reminder to people that he was a boy, not a girl, despite how he looked and acted.
Sid glared over at Pixie, his cheek piercing sticking out. "Did I ask for an opinion from the midget's academy over there?"
Pixie gaped. "Stop calling me a midget, Sid!"
Sid chuckled. "You're right, I'm sorry. But which dwarf were you in Snow White? I keep forgetting." Pixie pouted, and flicked him off.
"The fuck?! You let it out!" Sid shouted smelling the smoke from Nico's mouth.
Nico went into a coughing fit, holding onto his chest. "Holy…shit…that's strong."
"You're damn right, and you just wasted good weed."
"He did not!" Pixie defended, as he took the bong from the table.
"Not as long as me," Sid bragged, watching Nico cough up a storm. "Calm down before you burst a rib, doodle."
Nico took deep breaths. He felt like he was gonna vomit. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, just ready to come up. He glanced up at Pixie, who took a long hit from the bong and held it in longer than he ever could.
"How does he do that?" Nico got out.
"He's mad skilled in the sucking department," Milo laughed.
Nico looked over at him, forgetting that he was even in the room. He had been hiding under the table for God knows why and hadn't really said anything.
Nico was pretty sure that Milo had been playing with the small action figures that they had found in Sid's drawer.
"Sid's a pro at it too," Milo complimented.
"That I am, told ya," Sid winked to Nico. Nico just coughed again.
"I haven't seen you guys kiss yet, are you sure you're going out?" Pixie asked. Cassidy was playing with the lighter, randomly lighting a piece of Pixie's extensions and then putting it out.
"Stix, chill out, they don't have to prove their gayness for you," Milo said, lighting up the bong to take a hit, his Rastafarian beret sitting on his head.
Pixie shrugged.
"I know, but I still think it'd be pretty hot. Have you told Candice and Justin yet?" he asked.
Nico looked at his lap, Sid bit his lip.
"No, and you're not going to either so don't open your big ass mouth," Sid threatened.
Pixie pouted. "Jeez, fine, I won't." he blew a kiss, and then snuggled his face against Cassidy's. "I think…that I am stoned."
"Therefore you are stoned, and that's ace mate," Milo said with the shittiest British accent.
"Stop doing that. You aren't British." Cassie mumbled, pulling his lips away from Pixie. Pixie stared at his face admiringly and moved a strand of his long, messy blonde hair from his face.
"Yeah, but Aaronn's been teaching me some words and that's one, mate," he added with a nod to piss his brother Cassidy off.
"Ace you say?" Sid asked, lying on his back with his head sitting uncomfortably against the couch. Nico stared at the line of skin that was revealed from Sid's scrunched up shirt.
"Yeah, like 'that's ace, mate'. Or 'that's proper ace'."
Sid laughed loudly. "Proper ace," he mimicked.
"Now you sound gay," Nico muttered.
"Only gay for you," Sid purred, kicking out his leg to Nico and giving the air a lick of his tongue. Nico smirked and lay down beside him.
"Proper ace," Sid growled like he was on stage. Nico always found it amazing how he was able to change his voice so quickly. From the way he screamed on stage you would think he would have a deep, messed up voice. But he didn't. His voice was soft and normal.
Milo burst out in laughter. Pixie and Cassidy were dry humping on the couch.
"Or proper brootal," Sid growled. Milo squealed in laughter, holding his stomach and rolling on the ground.
Nico stared, stoned and confused. He didn't get what was so funny, but he was smirking anyway.
"I'm proper brootal," Milo giggled as he turned on the TV, lying back and watching the commercials in silence.
"No, I'm proper brootal." Sid laughed along with his friend.
"No, you're hella brootal," Milo continued.
"No I'm—"
"Shut up," Nico but in. Their conversation was completely pointless, then again…most conversations while high were.
"Whatever you say, mate," Milo said. He and Sid both started up in laughter again.
Nico was eyeing Sid, still staring at what it was that made him want to giggle and then he figured it out.
"Pebbles," Nico whispered. Sid looked up at him, his eyes squinting cutely.
"Wha?"
"Your bridge," he pointed to the piercing between Sid's eyes. They crossed. "It reminds me of the bone in Pebbles hair, on the Flintstones, you know?" he said, and burst out in laughter.
Milo popped his head up trying to figure out what was so funny, but he gave up and continued watching the muted TV.
"And since you're dating a boy, it's like you're fruity pebbles!" Nico laughed harder. "Do you get it? Fruity pebbles!"
Sid watched on with a smile, he wanted to laugh, he tried to. But he didn't see what so funny.
"You're so high right now."
"No," Nico smirked, hitting Sid's lap. "No, I'm not. I'm skezee."
"What?!" Sid exclaimed, sitting up quickly. "Did you just come up with a new word?! I'm the one that comes up with new words!"
"What'd he say?" Pixie asked his lips red and pouty from his kissing.
"Skezee!"
"Bro, that's straight up skezee." Milo said absently.
Nico looked at them in wonder. Why were they so shocked? He didn't even remember saying the word. He was pretty sure he tried saying something else and skezee just came out instead.
"You're my boy now, so you come up with skezee words," Sid smirked, using their new word.
Nico blushed and shyly brushed his hand against Sid's.
"Come here," Sid whispered, tugging Nico closer by his neck. Nico felt Sid's face pressed against his, though he couldn't see anything though since both of their hairs were blocking their visions from their titled angles.
This was still weird: he and Sid had fucked, Sid had seen him naked, but this was still weird, being this close to him. Sid rubbed his nose against Nico's, smiling widely.
"Bullshit! That's bullshit! That's skezee bullshit!" Milo shouted, bringing the other couples out of their zones. Nico whimpered when Sid pulled away, looking at his best friend who was standing now and pointing at the television.
"Who the fuck do they think they are?! They're killing the public! Chicken this, meat this, fuck KFC and their skezee selves!"
"It's not real chicken," Pixie muttered.
"Does it matter?" Milo asked turning to him. Pixie whined and hid in his boyfriend's chest.
"Does it matter what meat they are using? The point, Pixie, since you decided to fucking interrupt, is that they're using meat. They're slaughtering animals for their sick pleasure. What the fuck did these creatures do to deserve this? These people take satisfaction in making these animals suffer. And all you care about is that it's not real chicken? Who the fuck cares, Pixie? I fucking c—"
"Lay off, Milo, he didn't mean shit," Cassie muttered.
"We have to do something!" Milo shouted suddenly, he was pacing the floor, all eyes on him. "Something drastic. We have to save some."
Nico barely even noticed when Sid grasped his hand into his. His thumb rubbing Nico's fingers.
"I know a farm house not that far from here," Sid put in. Milo snapped his fingers, his dreaded hair moving wildly.
"And that is why we are best friends! We're going to this farm house and we're saving the chickens."
"You do realize that you're high, right?" Nico asked him. Milo giggled, his freckled nose scrunching up.
"And that's what makes it so much fun."
"Who's gonna drive?" Sid asked, letting Nico's hand go and standing up.
"You can't be serious about this, Sid? This is crazy. Where the fuck is there a farm in LA? What are you gonna do, just run on the farm and let all the animals go?" Nico asked. Milo's blue eyes widened with amazement.
"You're a fucking genius, my skezee friend." Milo nodded. Sid smiled and tapped Nico's shoulder.
"I'll get the masks and the black clothes," Sid said seriously and went to his room. Milo followed behind.
"Do you believe that they're actually doing this?" Nico asked worriedly to Pixie who seemed calm as ever.
"Of course, Sid and Milo always do wild things where they're together."
"Who's gonna even drive? We're stoned," Nico panicked.
"Cassidy can drive. He didn't smoke and it takes a lot more than second hand smoke to get him fucked up," Pixie said and tapped his boyfriend's nose. Cassidy smirked.
"Yeah, we're chill, Nico, no worries."
But Nico did worry. He really thought that they would all come to their senses and just chicken out when they eventually found this place. But no, that didn't happen.
They had been driving for hours. Sid giving shitty ass directions and Cassie being calm about it all, just driving wherever he said to go. Pixie was in the middle seat in the back, almost fast asleep from what Nico could tell.
Milo just told him that he was fucked up.
"Are there even farms in Cali?" Pixie had randomly asked. Everyone just chose to ignore him.
"There! Right there!" Sid shouted, pulling his face mask on. Nico's heart quickened: there really was a farm.
Milo pulled on his mask as well. "Well we're going in for the kill."
"You guys this is illegal! You can't do this. What if the farmer is home? What if they have guns? Farmers have guns!"
"Well, they haven't seen my guns before," Sid joked, buffing up his arms. Nico rolled his eyes.
"It's illegal," Nico repeated. "You can go to jail if you get caught. This whole thing is crazy. I can't even believe we're doing this." He had been stoned but not anymore, and he thought that they would realize how dangerous this was and back out.
"Isn't what they do to these animals illegal, Nico? Isn't taking away their dignity, and their freedom illegal? When are you gonna wake up? When are you gonna open your eyes and see that this is wrong?" Milo said staring him in the eyes from across Pixie.
Nico stared in shock, he couldn't tell if Milo was being overly passionate, or just a crazed out stoner.
Sighing, Nico shrunk in his seat. Sid got out and Milo followed.
Nico seemed to be the only one watching the boys go, Cassidy was changing the station, and Pixie was asleep.
"They're idiots." Nico whispered to himself. "What if they get caught?" he asked Cassidy.
Cassidy chuckled deeply, "They won't."
Nico pressed his face against the window, peering out. He could hardly see anything it was so dark out, almost one in the morning. But he did sit up startled when he suddenly saw pigs, chickens and others running out of the farm pen.
"Oh my God, they're really doing it," he muttered. Cassidy was still playing with the radio. "Do you see the animals?" he asked, but no one was listening.
Nico smiled, at least they were doing a good act right? And as soon as the smile appeared, it disappeared as he heard gun shots in the distance and Sid and Milo running through the grass.
"I knew it! I knew there'd be someone with a shot gun!" Nico shouted. Sid was running fast, jumping over tall grass as fast as he could. While Milo was right behind him, a large chicken clutched in his arms. Nico stared with confusion, what the hell was he gonna do with a chicken?
The pair got into the car with urgency and Cassidy sped off. Both Milo and Sid were panting, trying to catch their breaths.
"Well that was skezee as fuck," Sid laughed taking off his mask. His hair was a tangled mess.
"You're so stupid," Nico muttered.
"Aw, were you worried about me?" Sid chuckled, looking back at him.
"That farmer should have shot you in the butt."
"Now that would have been hella funny," Sid said. Nico jumped at the loud cluck the chicken made from Milo's lap.
"What the hell are you gonna do with that?"
"Keep her," Milo shrugged, holding the chicken tightly. Pixie had woken up, stretching and staring curiously at the newcomer in the car.
"That's different."
"Yup, her name's Eleanor," Milo announced, petting her softly. Nico made a face.
Pixie petted her too and then stared at the road ahead of them.
"I've got the munchies," he complained. "Can we stop at Burger King? I want some of those chicken fingers with honey mustard." He smiled happily.
Sid, Cassidy, and Nico winced.
"You want what?!" Milo shouted.
Eleanor screeched.