Warning: Violence.

Usually it was quiet in his little world of numbness, but now for the first time there was some noise. A voice.

It wasn't the Sister. She was quiet, so quiet in fact that Mick sometimes even wondered if she was a ghost perhaps, but she had touched him, hadn't she? She had to be something else then, even if he had no idea what. Of one thing he was sure however she couldn't be human.

But the voice had to be.

It just sounded so normal, maybe a bit too deep, but beside that it seemed human and Mick was puzzled. What was it doing here? What was a human doing here? It simply didn't belong in this unreal world of pain and drugs, or maybe it was his ticket out?

Whoever the voice belonged to was human and they couldn't be worse that the Sister. There simply couldn't be a fate worse than this. He had to try and maybe just maybe he indeed got out.

"Hello?" Mick called out.

His voice was too weak, he doubted anyone had heard him, but they had to if he wanted them to get him out of this Hell. He needed a different plan, one which involved more and definitely louder noises, even if he had no idea how he should manage that. Mick had no voice and he could hardly get up to knock on the door or make himself other ways known. His leg might not hurt at the moment, but that didn't mean he could use it to walk though. There had to be a possibility for him to remain in bed and get the person to remark him...

He drew a blank. Mick wasn't sure if it were the drugs or if his mind really had no idea, but he felt so damn useless, frustrated and angry at himself. He couldn't let this person disappear again without them remarking him, he needed to try and for the third time since the Sister had locked him in Mick tried to get up. By now he had a bit more knowledge how to move around and found it surprisingly easy to get out of bed. Perhaps it was indeed a bit of luck, that he hadn't been able to use his legs last time too and had to rely on the strength in his arms. It made it now a lot easier to navigate, he already knew how he was supposed to progress. It still cost him a lot of effort and it wasn't easy, but he was at least faster than last time and reached the door with a few painful steps.

Sweat run from his forehead and his leg ached horribly, but Mick didn't care as long as he would finally get out, the pain was worth the sacrifice.

Trembling he knocked and hit the door, trying to make as much noise as he could in his weakened state. It wasn't much, but more than he would ever have achieved with his voice. He just hoped it wouldn't stay that way or his singing career would be forever over.

"Is somebody there?" He heard a voice ask just behind the door and Mick's knocking got more frantically hoping the stranger would get the message. He heard the doorknob turn, but the door was locked and of course didn't open. The stranger cursed.

"I'll get you out, but you might want to step away from the door though."

"Okay," Mick croaked and stepped indeed away. He supported his weight on the wall when he heard the stranger crash into the door, apparently trying to break it down. Mick was in horrible pain and still he felt so happy and relieved like he hadn't in a long time. Finally he would get out and be able to leave this nightmare.

The lock shattered on the third try and Mick's heart nearly made a jump out of joy at the sight of the man, especially when he saw the police uniform. He had had some bad experience with them in the past, but he could have totally hugged the man now.

"Oh my god, you're- you're Mick Jagger!" The man exclaimed still trying to catch his breath. The door seemed to have been more resistant than he had thought. "I-It's such a pleasure to meet you."

"Get me the fuck out of here!" Mick grumbled. He surely wasn't in the mood for some stupid pleasantries, not after being stuck here with an insane fan for god knows how long. They surely would have time for this later.

"Eh... Sure," mumbled the police officer, embarrassed and coughed in order to cover it up, before he finally moved into the room to help Mick, but he never reached him.

Mick could see him turn his eyes and hear him groan. Not a moment after he fell to the feet of the shocked singer, whose eyes widened at the sight of the wound at the back of the head of the man.

"Why did you have to do this?" He heard the Sister hiss and Mick nearly didn't dare to look up, but in the end he did anyway. She looked furious. Blood covered her face, parts of her pale hair and her hands, in which she still held the hammer, she had used to strike the police man down.

Mick trembled. This was no good. She had already used it against him once, only because he had wanted to run away and he didn't want to find out what she would do to him now. She raised it over her head and Mick closed his eyes in anticipation, if this was indeed his end he wanted to at least not witness it.

The hammer hit flesh and Mick heard again the horrible sound of shattering bones. No matter what his future would bring, he was sure he would never forget this noise. Slowly he opened his eyes, but he had already a very good suspicion what had happened. She clearly hadn't hit him and there was only one other person in the room.

It was even worse than he had feared. She hadn't just hit the police man, she had smashed his whole head in. It was hardly recognisable anymore and Mick closed his eyes again, but he could still see it and it made him feel so sick. Mick didn't bother to hold it in, he couldn't not after what had just happened. 

On the other hand, he was surprised he was even able to vomit, considering he hadn't eaten much since he had started his stay in the Sister's prison.

"Poor darling, but you should have stayed quiet and I wouldn't have had to do this. Now you've got yourself and your home dirty..."She sighed. "I'll have to clean everything up now, but first I think you need some of your medicine."

Mick stepped away from her, but she clearly had the advantage. She was by the door and armed where as he was with his back to the wall, weak and had nothing to defend himself with. Mick knew he couldn't give up  like this and that he had to do something, but his fear was greater in that moment. Even if she claimed to love him, it was no guarantee that she wouldn't smash his head in next. It was better to retreat for now and continue his seduction plan later. That was the saver option in his state.

"I-I You're right," Mick mumbled weakly. "Give me my medicine..."

"First you take off your shirt, so that I can wash it and then you'll lay down. Don't worry about the rest, I'll take care of it."

It might sound strange, but Mick indeed trusted her to take care of everything and laying back down sounded so good, maybe the drugs made him even forget about the dead police man. Without a word he took off his shirt and limped back to bed to lay back down. She was next to him in a heartbeat and a needle pierced his skin filling his veins with the sweet poison of numbness, he craved so much.

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