He who makes a beast out of himself...

Jacqueline's POV*

Here I am again. Sitting alone in my shop, Ink and Metal, listening to music, blocking out the world. My black hoodie was zipped up to my neck with the hood pulled over my head. My chin heated against my breath. I had a black bandana over my face, stopping right below my eyes, pushing my hot breath against my face. You may be thinking, why the fuck are you dressed like a burglar and not like a tattoo artist? Well that's because I'm a shadow. An empty soul in this jail cell you call a body. I don't speak to my costumers. At all. I rarely even make eye contact. Unless if I have too, of course. Not once have I shown my face to a patron. Never have I revealed my name. The only information I give off is my nickname 'JT' and my eyes. I have always been complimented on my eyes. To some they were 'mesmerizing', to others they were 'stunning'. And on occasion they would be 'electrifying'. My eyes were the only thing I was happy with about my body. They were arctic blue and had a white ring around the pupil. My iris' were speckled with little grey dots and the outer ring of my eye was black. My big blue eyes complimented my red hair quite nicely as it flowed down to my mid-back. Most of the time. At work, I kept my hair tied back and covered by a hoodie with a bandana and jeans. At home, I kept my hair down and wore random band shirts with jeans. And sometimes without pants, don't judge. I turned up the radio and smiled to myself as Sublime filled the air.

"Annie's twelve years old,
In two more she'll be a whore.
Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way."

"Don't be afraid, with the quickness you get laid,
For your family'll get paid.
It's the wrong way."

I was snapped out of my music-filled trance by a group of rowdy men walking in. I turned off the radio and pulled out my notebook and pencil. The five men directed their gaze towards me. I waved sheepishly.

"Woah. What's with the getup?" A tall, muscular man asked pointing at me. His black hair shot up and out in random directions while his thin lips played out into a smirk.

I hit the bell on my desk and moments after, one of my workers came out from the back and looked at me.

"What's up JT?" He asked.

I pointed at myself then to the group of guys in front of me. He nodded then looked over to the guys, dropping his jaw immediately.

"Oh shit... Your fucking Avenged Sevenfold! Man, you guys kick ass, you know that?!" The employee exclaimed like a fangirl. I cleared my throat and he composed himself. "This is JT. She owns the place and runs it successfully. Nobody knows her real name. Not even the people who work here. Besides me. She stays silent and never shows her face. Just tell what you want and she'll do it. Then you pay and go. Ok?"

The men looked confused and the living version of Goku was about to speak but a tall, lanky man with a piercing under his lower lip stopped him and spoke. "Alright... Brian just came to work on his sleeve. You can do that right?"

I looked over to my worker, his name is Mikey by the way, and we both started laughing. "Seriously bro? She's the best in the business."

I motioned for them to follow me and walked to a room in the back. I patted the chair and turned to grab some ink and a needle. I set it down on the table next to the big leather chair that sat in the middle of the room. Pulling up a chair, I sat and looked at 'Brian' waiting for him to explain his sleeve. When I finished drawing I walked over to the clock and thought for a moment.

"When do you think you'll be done with this?" I heard someone ask.

I got on my tippy toes and pointed at the '3' on the clock. It was 11:35 now and it would take a while considering I'm doing his whole forearm.

"In that case, Me, Shortshit and Zee are gonna go to the studio. See you guys later." Three out of the five got up and left, leaving me with the human tower and heavy metal Goku.

I sighed and grabbed the needle, getting in a comfortable position, and got to work. A few minutes in, I noticed the man's friend staring at me. I was used to people staring but not this one. Instead of questioning looks, he was looking at my eyes, peering into my soul. I tried to brush it off but found it difficult considering I had no where to turn and run. I realized I had to change the ink because I ran out, and needed a different color. I got up and walked to the little chest filled with ink and pulled out green and purple. I turned around and smacked into someone's chest.

"Your eyes. They're beautiful." The taller man said.

I nodded, silently thanking him, and went to walk past him but the shorter one blocked my path.

"We never got to properly introduce ourselves, I'm Brain and that's Jimmy." Brian said cockily.

"We're both in Avenged Sevenfold." Jimmy stated.

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion and they stared at me.

"So JT... why don't you speak?" I shrugged and tried to walk away, but once again failed to do so.

"Or show your face."

I stepped back a little and they moved closer. I kept moving back until my back was against the wall and they had me cornered. My eyes filled with fear as they studied me.

"We're not psychotic, sweetheart. We're not gonna hurt you." Jimmy said in a soft tone.

I relaxed a little but tensed up when Brian reached for my bandana. I flinched when he yanked it away and Jimmy pulled the hood off my head.

"Wow... you're beautiful..." Brian murmured in shock.

"Stunning..." Jimmy mumbled.

"Shit" I choked out covering my face and bolting for the door.

I didn't get far because the second I pulled the hood over my head, I smacked my face into a pole and fell to the floor. I felt someone pick me up and people talking, then everything went black.

Notes

Lol what do you guys think? I had major writer's block while trying to write the next chapter for 'We all need someone who can be true' so I gave up and wrote this...
And I promise to update my other story soon!
Any tips or criticism is welcome and please rate the story! Hope you like it! :)

Song credit- Wrong way by Sublime

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