Raven:Angel of Death

"Oi Danny son Pass me the pot, would you?" A British accented voice yelled as he smelt the intoxicated odour of m*******a in the back of the tour bus. "Not a fat chance, Man Nicky's already called dibs on this, go get yours son" Danny Givens a blonde wiry six foot nine man in his early thirties yelled at Chance Sawyer, the dark haired giant who was almost seven foot tall and kept a bushy beard too. Ignoring Danny, Chance took the pot from him, before taking a long drag of the w**d before handing it over to Nicky who had been watching the whole exercise with silent but keen eyes. Nicky was the doppelganger of his twin brother Danny. While both shared the same looks, Nicky Givens was quiet and broody where Danny was rowdy but calm, where Nicky was an introvert Danny was an extrovert, these two were like two Opposite sides of a coin but loved each other. "The f**k Chance next time, you try this shite, we are going to have a problem, son, alright" Danny threatened jabbing a slim finger toward Chance. "Yeah whatever Man, your weeds not even special" Chance sniffs"Where's Cordy" He grumbled out. Like she knew someone had asked about her, Cordelia Winston, Bandleader and lead singer of the most popular rock band in the world poked her head into the backseat of the tour bus from the front seat she had been at. "What's up boys, why y'all yelling?" Cordy's southern accent sounded contrasting to the British English the three men had been speaking. "Cordy, Danny was smoking pot, then I asked him to share with Nicky and I, but then Danny's exact words were Oi Never share my w**d with Losers" Chance lied through his teeth, his words slurred, his speech mixing up as he was drunk. "Did not Cordy, He forcefully took my w**d, then refused to give back when I politely asked for it but he threatened to beat the hell out of me, and when he was done he handed over to Nicky, which's why Nicky's still got it" Danny protested sulking like a five year old causing Cordy to sign out loud muttering unintelligible cusses under her breath at the man children who were fighting over their favorite candy who seemed to forget that while she was the lead singer of the MISFITS, she was also the youngest and shortest at twenty nine and six foot tall. Cordy was the matured one mentally. These men never grew up from their eighteen year old selves Cordy had met when she had moved to England when she was fifteen, years ago. Mitchell Giovanni, the half Irish half Italian red haired guitarist (who currently was driving the tour bus as it was his turn), and who was always high as hell, Daniel and Nicholas Givens two brothers from Devon (Danny's the drummer while Nicky's the backup singer and guitarist), Chance Sawyer the heavyset bassist from Manchester and herself Cordelia Winston, from Tennessee, made up the band MISFITS which was one of the most popular rock bands in the world and having killed the show the previous night, they were headed to Miami for the last performance of the tour. These guys were her family, they were all she had. Having grown up in an orphanage and had been said to be autistic. "Aiight, boys y'all should share things and Chance?" The later raised his head at the mention of his name. "Yeah" "Try not to forcefully take someones property without their consent" she narrowed her eyes at Chance who stuck his out tongue at Danny. With the issue settled, she sat next to Danny before picking up her favorite acoustic guitar to string along a new song she had been writing, her ever youthful face which had remained the same ever since she had turned eighteen Serene as she let the smell of m*******a soothe her. I can see the sadness in your eyes Hard knocks an' hurt are hard to hide It can be a long an' lonely ride But it makes ya strong inside When you're down an' out the streets get rough You need love but ya just don't enough An' ya feel like no one's on your side When you wanna throw it all away an' you've had it Don't surrender don't surrender Cause the fight inside your hearts Your best defender don't surrender Ya try so hard but ya feel just like a clown An' there ain't enough luck to go around All your dreams they crash right to the ground You wanna get right outta town You can say "What the hell I've given up lay down to die" but it's just a bluff Cause ya know there's no place left to hide Sometimes life seems like a war an' you're surrounded Don't surrender don't surrender Cause the fight inside your hearts Your best defender don't surrender Don't give up when ya know you right When you're feelin all alone just remember Don't surrender When you wanna throw it all away an' you've had it Don't surrender Don't surrender Cordy sang out as she played, her powerful and soulful vocals making the music sound incredible. "Damn Bella, this shite is tight, Cords, the new song eh?" Mitch asked leaning over to listen. "Yeah bro for the new album, I've whipped up five more, y'all welcomed to thank me anyway, and by the way Mitch the f**k's driving the bus, if your sorry a*s is 'ere, hermeso? Cordy yelled above the noise the idiots were making. "f**k Bella, no one, isn't that awesome, the bus's moving by itself" Mitch yelled back stupidly. "Holy s**t" Cordy yelled as she felt the bus hit something before veering to the wrong track, knocking everything on its path down. Scrambling to the front seat, despite the difficulties, Cordy seized the steering wheel and turned it, hitting the breaks which somehow refused to work,. "s**t, s**t, holy f*****g s**t" she cussed out loud as she realised they were royally screwed. Spotting a huge rock Cordy veered to the right, succeeding in avoiding the rock, but at the expense of hitting another which due to the time of the night, she couldn't see. The vehicle made a screeching halt, with fire l*****g it's front and like a something punched it, it broke into two, the front rolling off the the cliff to the valley below with her still in the front. Cordy screamed as she fell to her death as the part where she was exploded.. ***********************************