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Well, I got some pretty nice reviews from my last story, so I thought I'd post another one.
By: TwiggysRabies
Pairing: Trent Reznor/Jeordie White
Disclaimers: Sadly, I don't own Twiggy/Jeordie Ramirez/White. I also don't own Trent Reznor, or Aaron North. I don't own Manson either, thank whatever gods that be. So far as I'm aware, none of this ever happened, nor will it ever happen.
Author's Notes: "Nemo me impune lacessit" is the Royal Scottish Motto. I just thought that it would be interesting to use. Literally it means, "No one provokes me with impunity", but it can be loosely translated in other ways as well. Please read, and review. Constructive criticism is welcome.
He looked down at his arm not quite remembering how all the marks had gotten there, his mind just on the edge of dreaming, "Nemo me impune lacessit," a voice, whispering in his mind. He turned over in the bed, looking at the face of the man next to him; he hadn't said it. It came again, "Nemo me impune lacessit," Running through his mind, breaking all of his other thoughts. He didn't know what the words meant...he didn't even know what language they were. He prodded the man lying next to him, whispering, "Trent...Trent, wake up, please?"
The slender man groaned, "Not yet, please, I'm having a great dream."
"But I'm having a really really bad one...I'm scared," the gaunt-looking figure replied.
Trent's eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on the man next to him, "What is it this time, Twiggy?"
Jeordie whimpered, "Call me Jeordie...you know I don't use that name anymore...and...I was hearing voices and they weren't speaking English...I don't even know what language they were speaking, I don't know what it means, Trent...I'm really really scared," Jeordie whimpered.
Trent sighed, "What was it? What did they say?"
Jeordie licked his lips, whispering, afraid to use the words, "They said 'Nemo me impune lacessit' what does it mean? What language is it?"
Trent looked puzzled, "I don't know, I don't know what it is at all...why don't you ignore it?" The man rolled back over, tired.
Jeordie whimpered, "Will you hold me Trent?"
Trent looked at Jeordie, the scrawny man trembling violently, "Wow, it really scared you, didn't it?" Trent said, his affection for the androgynous being, growing. Jeordie nodded. "Okay, if I hold you, will you feel better?" Jeordie nodded again, ashamed at being so childish. "Alright, come here...." Trent held his arms open.
Jeordie crawled closer to Trent, resting his head on Trent's chest, "Thank you, Trent..." Jeordie whispered, closing his eyes once more. Both men slept soundly, unknowing of the eyes watching them both.
Jeordie was woken again, uneasily whimpering - there was a heavy breathing noise punctuating the silence; he looked at Trent. It clearly wasn't him, he was breathing lightly, in a time completely opposite the noise. Jeordie frowned, burrowing closer to Trent, whimpering softly - someone was whispering, 'Nemo me impune lacessit' over and over, whispering, growling, screaming in Jeordie's mind. Jeordie looked up, his eyes opening wide, his pupils dilating in sheer terror. He couldn't even scream; his body began quaking violently, his hand hitting Trent hard.
Trent jumped, jolted out of a deep sleep, "The fuck are you hitting me for?" Trent sat up, the blood draining from his face, staring in horror, "Holy shit...what...h-how...." Trent and Jeordie stared, terrified. There in the doorway, hung on a hook like a piece of meat...flayed and dripping...his blood scrawled everywhere...their friend Aaron.
Jeordie finally screamed, a harsh high-pitched noise erupting from his very soul. Trent looked at the walls, at the floor - everywhere the same message - written over and over like some kind of spell, "Nemo me impune lacessit" Trent took a deep breath and retched, his stomach unable to deal with anything more.
Jeordie kept screaming - terrified, his eyes bulging. Trent slapped Jeordie, trying to bring him out of the place his mind was trapped, "We have to go...we have to get out. We need to leave. We need to get dressed and leave, Jeordie, get up, get dressed...we're leaving."
Trent pushed Jeordie off the bed, staggering out, himself. He threw a pair of pants on and took a deep breath. He walked over to the body, leaving red slippery footprints. He bit his lip, hard, trying to draw enough courage from within himself, lifting his hands to the body that was still warm. "Oh God...Aaron..." Trent whispered, bringing his friend down from the doorway. He put Aaron on the bed, covering him with the sheets, "Jeordie, hurry up."
Jeordie couldn't move, the voice was there again, screaming, whispering, growling - everywhere around him, "Nemo me impune lacessit...Nemo me impune lacessit..." over and over and over, one word ending the next phrase starting, a never-ending chant, constantly echoing.
"Jeordie, COME ON!" Trent screamed, roughly pulling pants up to Jeordie's waist, dragging him from the room. The entire house was painted in blood, 'Nemo me impune lacessit' Over and over, everywhere. Trent stared in horror. Everyone he knew, loved, had been slaughtered mercilessly - everyone but himself and Jeordie, "God, why...who...what does this mean?"
Jeordie's face was whiter than flour, whimpering, trembling with shock. Trent pulled him close, growling into his ear, "Come on Jeordie, we have to get out, we have to leav-" Trent's voice caught in his throat as he felt the sharp point of a knife stabbing into his thigh. "Nemo me impune lacessit." Jeordie was whimpering, speaking the words over and over again, his eyes glazed over, his face colourless. Trent screamed, whirling - staring face to face with a blood-soaked demon, eyes flashing hatred, growling, chanting,
"Nemo me impune lacessit, nemo me impune lacessit, nemo me impune lacessit." Jeordie screamed, falling to the floor, his knees giving out. Trent couldn't believe it...he knew this demon, he knew this man. "Manson...why? Why..." Trent screamed, his eyes overflowing with tears of pain, hate, and sorrow. Manson snarled, repeating that one phrase over and over, "Nemo me impune lacessit."
Trent growled, punching the man in the jaw, disarming him, "Shut the fuck up, you sick son of a bitch!" Manson reeled. "Why did you do this, Marilyn, why?" Trent screamed, demanding answers.
Manson huddled close to Jeordie's prone form on the floor, growling, "Jeordie's mine, Trent, nobody can have him. He's mine. You're not allowed to have him...you can't take him...I can't watch you play with him anymore...Nemo me impune lacessit!"
Trent growled, "What the fuck does that mean?!"
"Thou shalt not provoke me without punishment. Nemo me impune lacessit..." Manson rocked, his eyes glittering, repeating it over and over again.
"You fucked up, Manson. You fucked up big time, you're not getting away with this and you can't have Jeordie either. He chose me. He doesn't want you, and he never did! I'm not going to let you live with this." Trent screamed, throwing himself at Manson, pummeling the grotesquely thin man, kicking, biting, and lashing out at the man that had just murdered his friends. Manson's body was small, easily broken in Trent's rage.
Jeordie woke, in a bright room, slowly looking around, eyes adjusting to the light. There, he saw Trent, "T-Trent? Where am I? What happened?"
Trent looked up, his eyes rimmed red, but glittering angrily, "Why were you lying to me?"
Jeordie frowned, "I don't know what you mean."
Trent stood, tears spilling from his eyes, "You know goddamned well what the fuck I'm talking about! Look at your fucking arm! Look at the fucking track marks that are so much more important to you than me! YOU TOLD ME YOU FUCKING QUIT!!! Why the fuck are you lying to me..." Trent screamed, his voice edging higher and higher with each word, finally breaking into a sob, "I trusted you Jeordie...I love you. I want you to get better. Do you know how I found you? You were rocking back and forth, screaming...you were screaming the same thing, over and over...what the hell does 'Nemo me impune lacessit' mean?"
By: TwiggysRabies
Pairing: Trent Reznor/Jeordie White
Disclaimers: Sadly, I don't own Twiggy/Jeordie Ramirez/White. I also don't own Trent Reznor, or Aaron North. I don't own Manson either, thank whatever gods that be. So far as I'm aware, none of this ever happened, nor will it ever happen.
Author's Notes: "Nemo me impune lacessit" is the Royal Scottish Motto. I just thought that it would be interesting to use. Literally it means, "No one provokes me with impunity", but it can be loosely translated in other ways as well. Please read, and review. Constructive criticism is welcome.
He looked down at his arm not quite remembering how all the marks had gotten there, his mind just on the edge of dreaming, "Nemo me impune lacessit," a voice, whispering in his mind. He turned over in the bed, looking at the face of the man next to him; he hadn't said it. It came again, "Nemo me impune lacessit," Running through his mind, breaking all of his other thoughts. He didn't know what the words meant...he didn't even know what language they were. He prodded the man lying next to him, whispering, "Trent...Trent, wake up, please?"
The slender man groaned, "Not yet, please, I'm having a great dream."
"But I'm having a really really bad one...I'm scared," the gaunt-looking figure replied.
Trent's eyes fluttered open, slowly focusing on the man next to him, "What is it this time, Twiggy?"
Jeordie whimpered, "Call me Jeordie...you know I don't use that name anymore...and...I was hearing voices and they weren't speaking English...I don't even know what language they were speaking, I don't know what it means, Trent...I'm really really scared," Jeordie whimpered.
Trent sighed, "What was it? What did they say?"
Jeordie licked his lips, whispering, afraid to use the words, "They said 'Nemo me impune lacessit' what does it mean? What language is it?"
Trent looked puzzled, "I don't know, I don't know what it is at all...why don't you ignore it?" The man rolled back over, tired.
Jeordie whimpered, "Will you hold me Trent?"
Trent looked at Jeordie, the scrawny man trembling violently, "Wow, it really scared you, didn't it?" Trent said, his affection for the androgynous being, growing. Jeordie nodded. "Okay, if I hold you, will you feel better?" Jeordie nodded again, ashamed at being so childish. "Alright, come here...." Trent held his arms open.
Jeordie crawled closer to Trent, resting his head on Trent's chest, "Thank you, Trent..." Jeordie whispered, closing his eyes once more. Both men slept soundly, unknowing of the eyes watching them both.
Jeordie was woken again, uneasily whimpering - there was a heavy breathing noise punctuating the silence; he looked at Trent. It clearly wasn't him, he was breathing lightly, in a time completely opposite the noise. Jeordie frowned, burrowing closer to Trent, whimpering softly - someone was whispering, 'Nemo me impune lacessit' over and over, whispering, growling, screaming in Jeordie's mind. Jeordie looked up, his eyes opening wide, his pupils dilating in sheer terror. He couldn't even scream; his body began quaking violently, his hand hitting Trent hard.
Trent jumped, jolted out of a deep sleep, "The fuck are you hitting me for?" Trent sat up, the blood draining from his face, staring in horror, "Holy shit...what...h-how...." Trent and Jeordie stared, terrified. There in the doorway, hung on a hook like a piece of meat...flayed and dripping...his blood scrawled everywhere...their friend Aaron.
Jeordie finally screamed, a harsh high-pitched noise erupting from his very soul. Trent looked at the walls, at the floor - everywhere the same message - written over and over like some kind of spell, "Nemo me impune lacessit" Trent took a deep breath and retched, his stomach unable to deal with anything more.
Jeordie kept screaming - terrified, his eyes bulging. Trent slapped Jeordie, trying to bring him out of the place his mind was trapped, "We have to go...we have to get out. We need to leave. We need to get dressed and leave, Jeordie, get up, get dressed...we're leaving."
Trent pushed Jeordie off the bed, staggering out, himself. He threw a pair of pants on and took a deep breath. He walked over to the body, leaving red slippery footprints. He bit his lip, hard, trying to draw enough courage from within himself, lifting his hands to the body that was still warm. "Oh God...Aaron..." Trent whispered, bringing his friend down from the doorway. He put Aaron on the bed, covering him with the sheets, "Jeordie, hurry up."
Jeordie couldn't move, the voice was there again, screaming, whispering, growling - everywhere around him, "Nemo me impune lacessit...Nemo me impune lacessit..." over and over and over, one word ending the next phrase starting, a never-ending chant, constantly echoing.
"Jeordie, COME ON!" Trent screamed, roughly pulling pants up to Jeordie's waist, dragging him from the room. The entire house was painted in blood, 'Nemo me impune lacessit' Over and over, everywhere. Trent stared in horror. Everyone he knew, loved, had been slaughtered mercilessly - everyone but himself and Jeordie, "God, why...who...what does this mean?"
Jeordie's face was whiter than flour, whimpering, trembling with shock. Trent pulled him close, growling into his ear, "Come on Jeordie, we have to get out, we have to leav-" Trent's voice caught in his throat as he felt the sharp point of a knife stabbing into his thigh. "Nemo me impune lacessit." Jeordie was whimpering, speaking the words over and over again, his eyes glazed over, his face colourless. Trent screamed, whirling - staring face to face with a blood-soaked demon, eyes flashing hatred, growling, chanting,
"Nemo me impune lacessit, nemo me impune lacessit, nemo me impune lacessit." Jeordie screamed, falling to the floor, his knees giving out. Trent couldn't believe it...he knew this demon, he knew this man. "Manson...why? Why..." Trent screamed, his eyes overflowing with tears of pain, hate, and sorrow. Manson snarled, repeating that one phrase over and over, "Nemo me impune lacessit."
Trent growled, punching the man in the jaw, disarming him, "Shut the fuck up, you sick son of a bitch!" Manson reeled. "Why did you do this, Marilyn, why?" Trent screamed, demanding answers.
Manson huddled close to Jeordie's prone form on the floor, growling, "Jeordie's mine, Trent, nobody can have him. He's mine. You're not allowed to have him...you can't take him...I can't watch you play with him anymore...Nemo me impune lacessit!"
Trent growled, "What the fuck does that mean?!"
"Thou shalt not provoke me without punishment. Nemo me impune lacessit..." Manson rocked, his eyes glittering, repeating it over and over again.
"You fucked up, Manson. You fucked up big time, you're not getting away with this and you can't have Jeordie either. He chose me. He doesn't want you, and he never did! I'm not going to let you live with this." Trent screamed, throwing himself at Manson, pummeling the grotesquely thin man, kicking, biting, and lashing out at the man that had just murdered his friends. Manson's body was small, easily broken in Trent's rage.
Jeordie woke, in a bright room, slowly looking around, eyes adjusting to the light. There, he saw Trent, "T-Trent? Where am I? What happened?"
Trent looked up, his eyes rimmed red, but glittering angrily, "Why were you lying to me?"
Jeordie frowned, "I don't know what you mean."
Trent stood, tears spilling from his eyes, "You know goddamned well what the fuck I'm talking about! Look at your fucking arm! Look at the fucking track marks that are so much more important to you than me! YOU TOLD ME YOU FUCKING QUIT!!! Why the fuck are you lying to me..." Trent screamed, his voice edging higher and higher with each word, finally breaking into a sob, "I trusted you Jeordie...I love you. I want you to get better. Do you know how I found you? You were rocking back and forth, screaming...you were screaming the same thing, over and over...what the hell does 'Nemo me impune lacessit' mean?"