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Welcome to Hell Raisers. Leave Your Soul at the Door.


Prologue: Emmy
HP: Hedwig
myjadedhavok

Emmy Francis was four years old. She was a cute thing, with blonde hair that curled softly and large, sky blue eyes. She had a round face with dimples and a scattering of freckles, dressed in jeans and a dirty t-shirt. She stood barefoot in the grass, scowling deeply.

 

“No.”

 

Sophia, her exasperated mother, sighed. “Emily Angel Rose, you will come inside for your bath now. You’re grandparents will be here soon.”

 

The girl shook her head and impatiently brushed her long hair from her face. “No,” she repeated sternly. “No dresses.”

 

“I have no idea what your father was thinking adding that ‘Angel’ into your name.” Sophia muttered, tossing her hands up into the air.

 

“Emmy Angel!” A voice called, followed by a door slamming. “You being a terror again?”

 

Emmy’s eyes lit up and she ran past her mother towards the shining red car that had pulled into the drive, “Noble!”

 

Noble was Emmy’s older brother, nearly fifteen years her senior. A few months away from being nineteen, he had a tendency to act more like Emmy’s father than her brother. He scooped her up into his arms and pressed a kiss to her neck, his deeper laughter mixing with her shrill giggles.

 

Setting her on his hip, he stomped up the steps to the porch and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Hey, Mom.”

 

Sophia smiled at him, almost thankfully. “See if you can get the little monster into a bath.”

 

Emmy was back to scowling. She poked Noble in the cheek and told him in a clearly upset voice, “Mama says I gotta wear the pink dress. I don’t wanna.”

 

“The one with the lace?” Noble asked, eyes widening with mock-horror.

 

Emmy nodded her head, “Yah!”

 

“Mom, come on. I told you to throw that away.” Noble grinned, “How about that nice purple one? With the butterflies?”

 

“Okay!” Emmy agreed, nodding her head. Noble kissed her cheek and carried up inside, heading towards the bathroom.

 

Sophia shook her head in bemusement and followed after them.

 

“So, I got you a present,” Noble said as he climbed the stairs to the second floor.

 

Emmy clapped her hands, “What is it?”

 

“If I give it to you now, you gotta promise you’ll be good tonight. This means a lot for Mom.”

 

Emmy grumbled, “Who cares about stupid tea parties.”

 

“There’ll be cake.”

 

“I don’t like tea.”

 

“You can have punch like me.”


“And I get my present now?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Okay,” Emmy sighed, giving in.

 

“Good girl.”

 

He set Emmy down in the bathroom and dug his hand into the front pocket of his tight black jeans. His hand came out in a tight fist and held it out to his sister. She playfully pulled at his fingers, attempting to yank them open. He finally let his fingers uncurl and Emmy let out a happy squeal, snatching the gift from his hand.

 

“Fangs!”

 

“Yep, they glow. Here, I’ll show you how to put them in.”

 

Carefully, Noble helped her put in the plastic fangs and then kissed the top of her blonde curls. “Okay, let’s get you undressed so you can take your bath.”

 

“Okay,” Emmy mumbled out, the word garbled around the new obstacle in her mouth. Noble let her pull her clothes off while he worked on drawing her a bath. She slipped and slid as she climbed into the tub.


“Wash yourself good, I’ll be back in a little bit to wash your hair.”

 

“Purple dress, Noble. No lace.”

 

Noble’s laughter followed him out as he shut the door behind him. Emmy splashed around in the tub, fumbling for her golden duck and snapping her new fangs.

 

When Noble carried her downstairs, her hair combed and secured with a lilac ribbon, she actually looked like the angel her father her name described her as being. Under lights turned low and with her birthday candles dancing, Emmy smiled. In the dim light, her fangs glowed.

 

Sophia sighed, “Noble. What have you done?”

 

“Just let her be herself, Mom. Let’s sing.”

 

Noble sat down, Emmy in his lap. She grinned all through the song and then made a wish that her brother would always be there.

 

Some wishes don’t come true.


Six fucking Shaddix.
zosan → babies
santoryu
Well Jessy introduced us for the most part, so straight on forward.

I'm Inkk. There's not much about me that needs to be described that you wouldn't be able to see if you've read my stories. I'm deranged and loving, considerate and insane. My eyebrow is pierced and I love horror movies.
That is the general synopsis of me. Now, Six, on the other hand...

She's Six, and fuck you, that's her name, and she's never going back to being Jessica. Too many good memories of what's now a past life. She's 23, just like her Emmy. She's Italian. When you see her eating, don't fuck with her food, because she'll bite your damn hand off.

She plays in Genesis 120 with her best friends, and she sings. She plays drums in studio, but when they're on stage, she's the mother fucking lead singer, bitch. Music, as well as her best fucking friends in Avenged Sevenfold, her ex-husband and best friend Jacoby Shaddix, Emmy, and her boys at Chrome Inkk, are what make Six, Six.

But her best fucking friend in the world is Emmy, and she's her other half. She will never love anyone like she loves her Ems. She's the Nikki and Six is her Tommy. The Tom to Six's Mark. The Jade to Six's Davey. They fit. They make the world fucking spin. One day they'll all live happily ever after and they'll be able to forget about everything except their family and friends.

She loves piercings. She loves tattoos. She loves anything that has to do with either, besides the diseases. If she had anymore room on my body, she'd get more. She's got her lip and eyebrow pierced, and even though you can't see it, she's got her fucking bridge pierced, too. Her favorite tattoos are her portrait of Emmy and her dedication to Jacoby on her arm.

She's single right now. And she's bi. After dating Brian - Synyster fucking Gates, to you - and their breakup, she doesn't think she can handle any more pain right now. She still loves him and his boyfriend, Mr. Zacky V, to death, but she just can't see herself with someone. She's in love. She's not in love.

She likes drinking. A lot. Pass her a beer, Heineken please. It's progress from heroin and cocaine. That shit's all in her past now and she's been clean of all drugs for almost three years now.

That's all you really need to fucking know. You want more? Tell her. She's going to fuck around with her drums for a little bit.

An Introduction to Hell Raisers
HP: Hedwig
myjadedhavok

Welcome, my friends, and congratulations.  You have stumbled upon Hell Raisers, a community created by myself and [info]inkkneedle to share our experiences as Emmy and Six (respectuflly).  This will hold our story, Teenage Bottle Rockets, among other things.  If it has to do with Emmy or Six, it could probably be found here.

It is hard to put into words who exactly Emmy and Six are, for while not physical they are very much real.  Emmy is an extension of myself, a voice in my head I often silence until it comes to pen and paper, and I'm sure Inkk feels the same.

To begin, I will tell you about me.

I am Jessy, mournfully a small town girl from Iowa with a love of music and a devotion to writing.  My mind is constantly churning, always running a million times faster than my hand could possibly hope to move.  My mind runs in circles; thoughts shoot up and spiral down, they curve and zig and zag but never move in a straight line.  I am a caged bird, trying desperately to break free.  I am not that fascninating and am, really, rather boring.

I met Inkk over a year ago, through a mutal love of Avenged Sevenfold and a shared belief that Synyster Gates and Zacky V are screwing one another.  We bonded right away and became extremely close.  She is one of my closest friends and I love her dearly.

Now... Let's talk about Emmy.

Technically, I suppose her name is Emily, but call her that and she will hunt you down and shove something unpleasant up your ass. It's Emmy, bitches, and don't you fucking forget it. She's 23.  A mother fucking rock star. You can kiss her ass.

So, here's the low down.  Emmy plays bass in a band called Genisis 120 with her best friends. They're fucking amazing and gonna fucking rule the world. She loves music and has for as long as she can remember. Music is her life, her everything. Nikki Sixx is her fucking idol.

She met her best friend when she was twelve. Her name was Jess Hansen and she saved Emmy's life. Emmy often refers to her as her angel. You can call her Six. She's Emmy's mother fucking soulmate and any asshole who fucks with her, fucks with Emmy, and I promise you Emmy'll fuck you up.

Emmy's a lesbian but would fuck the shit out of Johnny fucking Christ. She's been with her partner, Outrageous (yah, no joke, that really is her name), since she was nineteen. She's fucking amazing and Emmy loves her more than anything in the world, aside from Six who she loves in a completely different way.

She's covered in tattoos. She has more than she can count and somedays even she can't keep track of them all. She is a walking piece of artwork and she loves that about herself. Her favorite ones are her portraits, especially the one of herbrother Noble over her heart and the one of her and Six on her ribs.

She has an obsession with vampires and, in fact, wears platinum fangs. She'll tear your mother fucking throat out, baby, and make you like it.


Emmy would also like to inform you that she doesn't give a fuck about your opinion.  This is her story.  Hers and Six's.  Its quite a tale.

Are you ready for the ride?
 


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