Disclaimer; I do not own any metalocalpse character. The characters such Nicola (Nikki),Mr. Ares , VEE, Alec, Sally and ones not in the show belong to me. This many be to OCC, but this story is mine. So I rather not have flares unless I left a cliff hanger. The accents are still being worked on, so it may sound OCC in the beginning so I'm sorry about that. This story will contain everything mature, so strong language, violence, death, sexual contact, rape, and lastly drugs & brooze. Most places are really places on a map. School names will change throughout the story along with hospital names, and store(ish) names. Now onto the story. |D
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Victoria, BC, Canada
Pickles let a small sighed out, while watching the roadies out of the empress hotel window. The roadies of course were doing a perimeter check; so no reporters, fans, etc... Came near of the hotel for the next weekish unless being they work at the hotel or some groupies. This city was on$e of those places that he wanted to be at but didn't at the same time. He hasn't been here since the women of his life ran off. Of course it was a little over 16 years ago. He never moved on; while she may have. Did she still live here? or did she leave the island for good? Did every women that he fuck, he only saw her? Was she the perfect girl for him? A light tap pulled him back into reality. The tap grew more like a pounding on the door followed by a low growl.
"Come on pickles, everybody else is downstairs waiting for you to show us around this dump city." Pickles kind of figured it was Nathan who said that.
"Alright pal, I'll be down there in 'bout a minute." He had called back, towards the door. Taking one more glance out the window, he started to move towards the door. He grabbed the already open bottle of Vodka off the bedside table, and taking a giant swig of it. He had set the bottle down on the chocolate like wood dresser that was underneath the flat screen TV, and headed out the door.
Outside the suite, he glanced down the hallway to make sure nobody was there. The halls themselves had a nice snow white paint down the entire hotel. There was a bay window at each end of the hallway. Even better was that the owner of the hotel had replaced the light bulbs to a red color, just for their stay. As well as the middle of each suite, there was a scripture of a dark gray colored gargoyle with different eye colors. Murderface's gargoyle eyes had ruby in them. Toki's gargoyle was sapphire, while Skwisgaar gargoyle had diamond eyes. Nathan's gargoyle eyes on the other hand had a volcanic rock called obsidian. While his own gargoyle had emerald eyes. Each in the same sitting down position.
While going towards the elevator, to press the down. After a few seconds of waiting he glanced above to see the elevator was at the very bottom.
'Of course Nat'an had to head down. Like he couldn't wait for... I don't know about five minutes, not even.' Pickles thought annoyed a little as he glanced out the bay window.
He had seen her image again. He saw her blue eyes and black hair, the tomboy look in clothing. Pickles quickly rubbed his eyes, and the image disappeared. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Sighing in defeat, he thought it maybe good to talk to her again, he'll find Charles and ask him if he could find her. The elevator door finally opened, as he step into the metal box. Waiting this to be over with, the doors opened again and he could hear the rest of the guys chatting away. The lobby was a pure white entrance with plants, leather black furniture. Famous pictures created from some of the most famous artists around victoria. There was also a corner bar in the room.
The guys where sitting in front of the flat screen TV. Not even seeing pickles walk right pass them, to Charles. Now Charles was ordering roadies around, however did take noticed that Pickles was right beside him
"How may I help you Pickles? As you can very well tell, I'm quite busy." He mutter, and pickles stood next to him. Charles of course was a short, well suited, smart and their manger/ lawyer. He was the best of the best. However Charles was the one who brought him here, there was business that had that the canadian government had ask him to come. The rest of guys thought Pickles, did something stupid. Wanting to make fun of him, just like the time of his when his brother decided to get thrown in jail... Again and need bail.
"I was wondering that you can f'nd a person, that I use to know." Pickles responded, "you see... we... You know what... Neverm'nd."
Charles took a quick glance over to the drummer. Realizing it could be another task for a roadie. He sighed.
"What's this person name?"
"...Her name is... Sally Demon." Pickles muttered, than added "we haven't talked over seventeen years ago."
Charles had completely stopped writing on the paper that gave roadies tasks to do.
"I'll get a roadie to find her location within the next three to six hours. Now go show the guys around. Also you have a meeting at dinner time... With the BC government. So don't be late." Charles muttered, as he slowly watched the boys leave, 'Whatever the boy's wanted, the boy's got.'
"Wheres we going first pickle?" Asked Skwisgaar, the lead guitarist of the band. He was the foreign guy from Sweden with very long thick blonde hair, he had baby blue eyes he was tall, lanky, and thin. He also carried a Gibson X-plore everywhere he went. In the media he was also a very big player with the ladies (aka, the band whore).
"Ja, where we going pickles?" Toki copied Skwisgaar, but before both foreign's had started too fight. They both received a hit on the back of the vocalist and a low mutter of no fighting.
"Whatever you guys want to head to first... I don't know." Muttered Pickles as he reached to the dethklok limo. He stepped into it and waited for the others. Nathan insisted to bring the mudercycle here, however charles said that these roads weren't as safe and people here may sue them. Nathan finally agreed to this, cause he didn't want to lose money on didilos.
"Scho letch's get food... I'm hungry" said William Murderface or as everyone called him Murderface. He was a short brunette hair with a very thick, chubby mustache. He also was fat, and on his stomach he had a miss interpreted tattoo that he got when he was drunk. He also wasn't the most gorgeous guy out there.
"Moiderface, we justs ate not evens an hours ago." Stated Toki, he was other foreign guy from Norway. Toki was the most childish of the group (for past reasons and abuse), he had long brunette hair, as well as little Asian styled mustache which most of the girls adored. He also had baby blue eyes as well.
"Let's eat someth'ng in a hour or so, for murderface doesn't become a dick. I know just the place for that. That will be after a few quick pit stops, which would be Ross bay cemetery, a house that a old friend use to live and I hope still does. If not Charles is will be looking for her." Pickles said, as he glanced up at his gaping band members.
"I'm not a dick," muttered Murderface.
"Ja, you are moiderface" Toki pouted.
"Ja you really ares a dick" Skwisgaar agreed with the rhythm guitarist. "Waits a minutes! You'res friends withs a womens. Is shes hot... Or a groupie?"
"I bet shee's hot as fuck." Muttered muderface, as he relaxed into the limo seat with smirked on face.
"Well..." Sighed pickles "I haven't seen her for about 16ish years. However she is pretty fuckin hot, and she wasn't a groupie Skwisgaar."
"Well let's get going, and let charles, um, find her." Nathan grumbled a he chugged on his eighteenth beer. He was the vocalist of dethklok. You can also mistake him for a football player with thick black hair. He had a real rough voice, with a deathly growl.
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In the city's local hospital, a sixteen year old girl with green and blue eyes stared down at the unconscious body. This was her 10 year old cousin Alec, with short black hair slipped into a coma, and probably won't wake up. Ever since she was born, VEE(short for Veronica) Demon had a lot of horrible stuff happens to her mothers side of the family. She likes to call it the death curse. Her great aunts died by the big "C" when she was 3; her mother and step-father died in a car accident when she was 6; her second cousin got blown to millions of pieces by a bomb when she was 9. At the age of ten she was taken for summer rehab by the government... Which was a lie and she was forced to work, train, and kill for the government super kid program. She's the only survivor after the camp mysterious got hit by a asteroid. She been still working for them while living with her grandparents. By the age of 13 her step-dads parents died from old age, leaving her the house and pets. After taking the pets to her grandparents, her uncle and aunt died from a drunk driver. Leaving her and her cousin Alec alone with the remaining of the families. By 14 she created a Advance Intelligent unit for her to upgrade the house. She name the AI unit "AIR" and program it into almost every thing she owns. Underneath both houses is an underground base with 50 escape roots. Which is an hangout for her friends. The government has given her more money for her work as well as new 'shitty' (she likes to call it that) types of weapons for her to test. Her favorite weapons are the ones that her friends use, that she made by herself. With giant pieces of metal she bought by accident, she used it for varitey of things. She now owns 20 motorcycle bikes, 3 helicopters, 1 private plane, 1 submarines, 1 boat, 20ish cars all black with herself making them to her, and lastly her personal suits of armor. However she allows her friends to use all of them, isn't like she can anyways while working for the government and doing school. After graduating last year at 16, and working for the government almost full time. She had slipped into a month coma, after being shot in chest about 5cm above the heart. Then after waking up and she thought that death curse was gone for good... Her grandparents and cousin were mugged and two out of the three were killed. Her cousin now lying in front of her. She currently owns two houses now. She hates her fucking lifen but whatever... What's the worse that can go wrong.
The Government final told her to stop after 6 long years of training and working... They tell her to stop everything that involves working related, until she talks to her birth father. If he want her to live him, than the government won't give her the spy position. They had told her he was very tough to get. Also even worse she's being dragged to a concert tomorrow night with a friend name Nicola "the rock and roll whore". Vee smirked at Nikki's title cause for real, Nikki knew everything in music industry. Like name a song, band, or sing the lyrics she'll know it, or meet them.
The Simpson's theme song went off her Uphone 2. Sighing she answered the called to hear something a little better.
"Hello Nicola...yes, Nikki I'm still going tomorrow. Even though I would like to spend time with my cousin... Of course you would drag me out of the hospital... Yes I got the dethklok tickets... No way we can get back stage... Well Nikki I think we a little young to became a groupie... Yes I known that a groupie is a whore that sleep's with the band... Well I need to ask my temp-care giver about saturday... Yes, you may take the Audi tomorrow... Of course I'm in the hospital. Nikki I got to go... See you tomorrow."
She hang up the phone and collapsed into the seat next to her cousin. She quickly dialed the number of the government agent and called.
"Hello Mr. Ares ... Oh, sorry... Yeah quick question, Nikki wants to hang out on sat, Can I?... What!... Fine." As she hangs up on him. She just knows it's a very long weekend. FUCK! she still need a outfit for tomorrow. Nikki is going to make her go shopping. She smiled a little at that thought, as she got up from the seat to walk around the downtown area.
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The cold breeze of harbor air, chilled throughout Vee's body. She like the smell of it. From here she can see the Dethklok water stage. Behind her, there was a low feminine chuckling sound. Vee turned to see who it was. Her faced paled as the figure moved out of the shadows. The female had bright blonde hair with Neon blue, black and red strips. She a dark murky color of brown in her eyes. Tattoos and piercing's along the body. Wearing a strapless bra and see through shirt. An super tight black mini skirt. Fish-like tights and black boots. A knife strapped on her waist on the left side. She was the bitch who Vee hated the most. Ever since Vee graduated high school here, she wanted Vee to become a member of her gang. The only gang in Victoria. Vee really thinks she was the one who sent the hit on her grandparents and cousin.
"A little lost are we...VEE? Shouldn't you be in the hospital with your cousin. That's right, you can't do shit because he's in a coma." The female said, an uproar of laughter came behind her.
"Not lost... But this isn't you're territory last time I checked Amelia." Vee stated, she knew for sure that this part wasn't.
"A lot of things changed Vee... Now it's mine, and you're in here." Amelia said, as one word ran through Vee's mind. 'Fuck', as Vee turned and just ran if hell was chasing her. From the distance she could hear Amelia scream to get her.
Running until she went through most of the empty streets. There was that occasion car, and that one limo (not even knowing that it was the dethklok limo) that she jump on top of roof and slid across. After the limo she stopped at the corner in a door fame to catch her breath. She threw on her hood began to walk back towards the Chosen hospital. she knew something was wrong, Amelia's gang was destroy and arrested by herself. Whatever it was, it's not good news.
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At the Golden Serpent, two men sat across each other. The table was set for three in case Pickles decided to show up after an hour and half when he was required to do so.
"So... you're 100% sure that it is pickles... That sixteen years ago he fell in love, she got scared and went to visit family. Then he left with meet Nathan, while she gave birth. Now he's got a 16 year old daughter, that's super smart and is trained to kill." Asked the CFO of dethklok, as he was quite pissed of about the boys getting really drunk and not eating dinner with .
"Yes, sir... Because of the last will of her mother which was Sally demon. She ask her to be raised by family... Pickles is the only family now. We never thought she should or he should know until now. It was the governments idea. Between you and me... It was the government's fault of turning her into a weapon. I mean... They trained her since she was 10. She needs a new childhood." Mr. Ares said, he was a bald middle age men in a Black and white tux. They say his eyes could pierce into you're soul and kill you.
"I'll like to meet her first, and have some fresh DNA. Saturday maybe would be a good time." Charles said as he took a sip of his brandy.
"Sure thing charles I'll let you get the chance to talk to her, in fact she going to the concert tomorrow night and maybe the mall. However she's usually in the hospital with her cousin alec; who is in a coma and 10 years old." Mr. Ares spoke, as his phone vibrated though his coat. Looking at the caller ID, he sighed. " It's VEE, I got to take this. Sorry. Hello VEE, I am in a meeting...it's okay, now want do you need... I'm sorry VEE, saturday you're going to be meeting somebody... Yes VEE, I'm sorry about this but-." As the phone line went dead.
"She hang up?" Charles asked, and Ares nodded.
"She wanted to hang out with a friend, on sat."
"Aha... Well until Saturday, I'll see her tomorrow in the crowd then?" Asked Charles, once more before thinking of something better. "You know what... I'll get a klokteer to watch her tomorrow. Then at night she and her friend can be taken to the wings of the concert. What do you think?"
"That sounds great but be careful of Nicola... She can get out of hand. Also, do you need ID or something for her" Mr. Ares asked.
"That would be lovely, and so they won't die there." Charles stated, as he saw Ares pull out two student ID cards. One of the picture had red hair and looked nothing like pickles. While the other had his shoulders, his eye shape and lastly his nose. She had Black and Red hair, with blue and green eyes. He smirked as he recognized the features of one of his boys on this girl. This was going to be a very interesting weekend... Or year. Just than the guys finally showed up. He quickly put the cards away.
"Heyuss, charleus. Guessus what we saw on our drive." Murderface drunkenly called, over to their manger.
"What did you see Murderface?" Charles asked as he pinched his noise.
"We...uh I forget... Guyus help" Murderface said as he was on the verge to pass out or throw up.
"Wes saw a girls jump on tops of the limos. Shes looks like hell was chasings her." Skwisgaar said, as he too was druck but not like Murderface.
"Who's the guys sitting next to charles?" Toki asked as he pointed to Ares. Ares cleared his throat to answer toki's questions. But before he could, the phone rang again.
"What is it Vee... Ah, Vee I'm still in a meeting... Alright you got a minute so start talking... Umm... Wait, what, are you okay?... You jump over... Vee stay there for the night... My friend sending somebody over to protect you... Over course Vee... Bye, Vee" as he hung up the phone he turned to Charles. "Vee was threatened tonight, by a local gang she took down a few years ago. However... They're back and want her to suffer. With dethklok in town, than it maybe worse charles."
"I'll send somebody to later on tonight, boys this is Ares. He's the government agent, I told you today I was meeting."
"Uh... What's going on charles?" Nathan askedn who was now on his 99th beer.
"I hope nothing yet Natan, but klokteer 356... Tell klokteer 666 to go to Chosen hospital and meet Ms. V. Demon." Charles said, as he paid for the food and 80 bottles of beer to go for the guys.
"Whata... About... Sally charlesh?" Pickles slurred.
"I'll tell you tomorrow about... Sat at the latest. Or until your sober to handle it." Charles said, as he left the restaurant followed by Ares.
"Handle WHAT?!" Pickles called out of the restaurant.