Raven Angel of Death

”Oi Danny, pass me the pot son, would ya? ” A British accented voice yelled as he smelt the intoxicated odour of marijuana in the back of the tour bus.

”No can do, Nickys already called dibs on this one, go get yours son ” Danny Givens a blonde wiry six foot three 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 weed 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 ** 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 ”Wheres 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.

”Whats up boys, why yall yelling? ” Cordys 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 Dannys exact words were Oi Never share my weed 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 weed, 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, whichs why Nickys 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 (Dannys the drummer while Nickys 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 b