Title: Brackish
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or its charcters or the songs used.
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Author: Donnie
Summary: Liz is a bad a⊕⊕ all u need to know. Lol AU
Rating: I don’t do G or NC-17



Kittie Brackish

She is not scared to die
The best things in life drive her to cry

Crucify then learn
{Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong}
Sit and watch me burn
{Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong}

She's led to believe
That it'll be OK
Look at your face
Scarred in dismay
But times have changed
And so have you
I think I'd rather

Crucify than learn
{Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong}
Sit and watch me burn
{Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong}

I'd like to take you down And show you deep inside
My life, my inner working of smell
And lack of inner pride
To touch upon the surface
Is not for what it seems
I take away my problems
But only in my dreams

Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong

Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense, you know he can't guide you
He's your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong


Liz or Pagan as everyone else knew her thrashed to the slamming beat, she was a wild tiger in a cage slamming aginst everything that held her back. Her bloodstone necklace bobbed around as she headbanged, and the energy she was creating was a web of magic. Her wild jet black hair swam across the air as she drew her head back and forward. Her baggy jeans were scraping the ground and her baggy shirt had been discared hours ago. It was just her and her best friend Maria or Blade. The two girls had know each other since 6th grade. Now they were softmores at East LA high. They had done everything togther. Gotten their first perocing, and tatoos became witches, started their band, gotten drunk, high, and everythig else under the sun.

Pagan had moved to LA the summer of 5th grade year with a bad attudie and a big ass mouth. Something Blade had liked instantly. Her dad had draged her to LA when her mom and dad split. But Pagan liked beging draged Roswell had nothing to offer her. She need crowds and lights, freedom to do whatever she wanted, and none of that was happing in Roswell. All the kids pointed and started as she walked down the hall in her big soled boots, dark makeup, fishnet stockings, and short skirts. In LA noboduy carried sure people that it was weird but there were people doing stranger things then that.

Blade was born in New York and moved to LA when she was 8 with her dad, her mom had run off with some guy she met at the beach, and forgotten about her daughter and husband. Oh well better off shen hated the bitch anyway. She had a block of ice around her heart, and only one person ever melted it. Pagan, she saw her walking down the hall the first day of 6th grade and was drawn to her. Her hair was short than, just past her wars it had streaks of blue in the black, and she wore a dog collar neclace with a black and a plaid skirt with big combat boots. She had a Celtic knots washable tattoo on her arm. And a was walking down the hall as if she were going to hell. Blade knew this girl should be her firnd. By the end of the day they were almost unseprable.

Now the girls were trying to drown out the fact that Pagan would have to go vist her mom his summer. She hated visting her mom, she had only once and that one time lasted only 2 days before she called her dad and told him to come pick her up before she killed herself. Only this time Blade would be going with her, to the center of hell know as Roswell New Mexico.

“Her mother was getting remarried and wanted her daughter to know her new father,” she had put it in the letter she had gotten two weeks ago. She liked her father just fine they never fought, and he accepted everything baout her, and never bitched at her about the way she dressed or her music taste, since he stole most of her CD’s.

“Pagan, what’s your mom like?”

“A bitchy perp.”

“I am not going to like her am I?”

“Nope. She bitches about everything. ”

“How long do we have to stay.”

“Lets put it this way. This is the summer of hell. We are going to live Marlin Masons worst nightmare.”

“Hey. Marlin Manson is hot!”

“Blade any guy that has the guts to were breast is hot. Marlin Manson is a god.”

The girls slept late into the next morning knowing that tomorrow was going to be a very shitty day. They could feel it.

TBC
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