We're Setting Worlds On Fire

Andy growled lowly in to the microphone that was in his hands as he looked out into the crowd. There were middle fingers in the air and ‘fuck yous’ being screamed out over the cheer of the crowd. The guys were somewhere in Georgia and they had quickly learned that they weren’t appreciated down in what Jinxx called the ‘Bible Belt’. Andy placed the mic back in it’s stand as he walked over to CC’s drum kit and pulled up a bottle of water. He chugged the liquid-his aching and sore throat getting minimal relief but he enjoyed it none the less.

Suddenly Andy felt something hit him on the shoulder and as he spun around he ducked as something else was being thrown his way. What the fuck? Were they really throwing things at him right now? Andy walked to the edge of the stage, his knuckles white as he held on to the half full water bottle in his hands.


“You wanna throw some more shit at me tough guy?!” Andy shouted in to the crowd and suddenly there was something flying through the air towards him. He was able to jump out of the way, but the object managed to hit CC’s bass drum.

“Emo fags get off the stage!” Someone shouted and Andy felt his face grow red. He was tired of this shit-why did people have to ruin things for everyone else just because they were intolerant?

“Maybe you should fucking come up here and make me get off the stage mother fucker! Don’t be jealous just because I’m up here and you’re down there…” Andy said into the mic as he had reached over and grabbed for it. The crowd laughed and Andy smirked as he caught Ashley’s eye from his right side.

“Play some real metal music! This emo shit fucking sucks my balls!” Another guy shouted and Andy only growled as he spoke into the mic with clenched teeth.

“Look you may not like what we’re playing right now but the kids who are standing up front right now are enjoying this shit. So shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down and listen as we play another song. Fuck you!” Andy screamed as he chucked the water bottle in his hands towards the back of the room. Everyone laughed, but none of them knew how utterly tired of this shit he was.


This kept happening more and more often the further south they went and Andy was growing tired of constantly having to defend himself. Why did people hate them so much? What had they ever done to deserve things being thrown at them? Andy stood there, his chest heaving up and down as his blue eyes searched the crowd. All of the kids in front were looking up at him with huge smiled on their faces and Andy couldn’t help but smile back.

It was because of these kids that he was doing what he was doing. It was because of them that he remained on this planet. If not for his fans Andy knew that with Lily gone he would have left with her. But he stayed-they needed him and as he looked out over the crowd he realized that he had always been lily’s savior, but now he had to be theirs.



Andy was leaning up against the wall of the building behind him, a cigarette between his fingers as he spoke to the fans that were in front of him. Most of them were girls, but there were a few guys milling around and either way it didn’t matter-a fan was a fan. The girls were currently telling Andy all about how they met-through their love of Black Veil Brides. One girl had worn a shirt to school, the other had seen it and they had bonded over that fact.

Andy only smiled-he liked hearing that his music was bringing people together and making them stronger. All of a sudden he was reminded of the Army and how he and the guys were supposed to be making it bigger. All they could seem to focus on though was finding the next party and the next batch of girls.


“So Andy…which song is your favorite off of the record?” One girl with light pink hair asked and Andy turned to look at her with a small smirk on his face. He couldn’t choose-he would never be able to choose his favorite.

“There is one song-The Mortician’s Daughter. I like that one a lot, but I mean really how can you expect me to choose?” He smirked at them, that boyish grin making all of their thirteen year old hearts melt and Andy only smirked wider. He looked up suddenly and noticed that his star had dimmed slightly-almost like it was sad.

“I really like that one too!” One girl said and as Andy looked at her he had to do a double take. Her eyes-they looked lavender in this light, but with a second glance he noticed that really her eyes were a grayish blue color.

“It’s amazing…” Another girl, this one with heavy lined green eyes and a lip piercing said and Andy only smiled at her. She had a camera in her hands and she was pointing it right at his face. He smiled and looked at her seriously before speaking.

“I think you’re amazing.” He said, pointing a finger into her camera and the girl laughed loudly. Andy only smiled as he looked around and noticed that the alleyway was emptying out and it was only him, the three girls and two guys who looked out of place.


Andy wasn’t against anyone liking his music-they had girls who looked dark and lonely like their music, they had girls with blonde hair and pink shirts come to their shows. Not a lot of guys seemed to show up and these guys looked like they were asking for trouble. Both of them were big with their sleeves rolled up and their baseball caps faced backwards on their close cut heads. Andy knew they were in the south-Georgia maybe? And as he bid the girls goodbye with hugs and promise to see them again, Andy inhaled a last puff off of his cigarette and turned around to walk back inside.

Suddenly there was a pounding against his head and Andy felt himself being pushed up against the brick wall he had been leaning against. The stones were scratching at his skin and Andy only growled lowly as he was turned around and faced the two guys before him. They were both smirking and suddenly Andy felt something wet land against his cheek-spit.


“Can I help the two of you with something?” Andy asked, a slick smirk on his lips as he addressed the two Neanderthals that were holding him captive. The larger of the two guys had Andy with one hand behind his back and he was twisting his slim wrist to the breaking point.

“Next time you throw a fucking bottle at someone…make sure he can’t track you down and beat the shit out of you…you little emo fag.” The guy holding him from behind hissed in Andy’s ear and the singer only chuckled lowly as he tried to spin to his right.

“Guys-come on. Quit with the names and just-“ Andy stopped. All of the breath left his chest as a fist connected with it over and over again.


He was bent over forward, the arm that was wrapped around his thin waist holding him tightly and Andy felt his eyes shut tightly. He gasped for air, but every time he tried to breathe it felt like his lungs were on fire. Suddenly he was on the ground, his arms covering his head and Andy groaned as he felt a foot connect with his stomach and then his legs. They were kicking him and Andy only stayed in that position to shield himself from their blows the best that he could.

What was going on? Usually he would be able to throw off guys like these two with a flick of his wrist, but somehow he felt powerless in that moment. Andy stayed on the ground and suddenly everything stopped. He could hear the guys above him, laughing and calling him names.


“You and your little fag band need to fucking stay out of this state.” Andy cringed as he felt another kick fall against his rib cage. If only he had the power to jump up and fight back.

“Yeah-learn to play real rock and roll and then fucking come back you little shit!” They laughed as they continued their onslaught against him.


Andy laid there and he felt the tears sting his eyes. He felt like a failure-he had lost everything in that moment and there was nothing he could do about it. Suddenly he was being picked up and he tried to open his eyes but he realized that one eye was swollen shut. He lifted up a fist and was able to connect it with a nearby jaw, but soon enough Andy was being pushed up against the wall once again. His could taste blood in his mouth and he wondered if he would see Lily sooner rather than later. He welcomed death in that moment-he wanted to see Lily again. He wanted to feel her arms around him, wanted to kiss her lips once again. In that moment Andy realized that he was ready…he wanted to die.

Forget the Army. Forget the War. The only thing that mattered to Andy in that moment was for his pain to stop and for him to be able to gaze in to those lavender eyes once again. He breathed in and suddenly Andy hissed as pain ran across his side-his ribs felt bruised or broken. The two guys only laughed at his pain, spitting more words and insults his way as they took turns beating him to a pulp. Andy didn’t care-he didn’t want to fight back at this point. There was no use-he was a failure and he had shamed Lily and her memory.

Andy tried to lift up his head, but soon the palm of a hand slapped him across the jaw and Andy gasped as his fell back and smacked into the wall behind him. He saw stars as Andy shrank to the ground, his free hands coming to the back of his head and he felt something sticky there. His vision was getting hazy, but he could clearly hear the guys standing above him as they spoke candidly about him.


“Do you think we should just leave him here?” One guy said and the other one remained silent as he thought it over.

“I mean what else are we going to do with him? This should be a nice little lesson for his buddies…emo fags need to fucking stay out of this area.” They both laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, but then things all of a sudden got eerily silent.


Andy cracked one eye open and blinked a few times. Both of the guys were cowering against the side of the opposite wall as something hovered over them. They both looked terrified and Andy felt a sick satisfaction land in to his stomach. There was a figure standing off to his left and when Andy tried to move his head to get a better look he cried out in pain. Moving right now was not such a good idea and so he kept his eyes trained on the two guys.

One guy-the one who had started this whole thing was being held up against the wall by a hand that seemed to be gripping him for all he was worth. He was whimpering and suddenly he was slammed against the wall and fell down to the ground in an unmoving heap. The other guy held his hands above his head in protection but it was no use. Soon enough he was flying through the air and Andy laughed lowly as he heard a loud noise and he knew the guy had been thrown into the set of trashcans that were sitting not too far down the street.

Andy tried to sit up, but he cried out in pain once again as his hands gripped his sides. Suddenly there were a pair of hands gently pulling him up into a sitting position and he could barely make out the face that was hovering inches in front of his own. Andy took in a deep breath as he opened both eyes and he gasped.

Lavender eyes.

Lily? Was this Lily hovering near him? Had she saved him? Andy wasn’t sure and as he tried to reach out he felt a soft touch come across his lips and then he felt slightly cold for a minute. The figure in front of him smiled that sweet smile that he had grown to love and a hand came to rest against his uninjured cheek. She was speaking to him, but Andy heard nothing coming from her lips. She looked frustrated as she got close to his face and then her eyes grew sad as she looked up towards the sky and vanished in a light puff of vapor.

Andy looked up and noticed that at first his star was not visible, but within seconds it appeared again and he smiled. Andy smiled a wide smile before completely passing out with that smile still on his lips.

Notes

Do you really think it was Lily? Is she Andy's mysterious savior? Will the guys find Andy in time to save him?

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