"Um..M-Murdoc" a soft voice said in the middle of the night, its words almost carried away by the midnight breeze that entered through the windows. "Are ya sure 'bout this place? Doesn't really look..." 2-D's gaze flew around the creepy building and its surroundings, which it almost looked as a landscape from one of his favourite zombie movies."...welcoming".

From his sit inside the Winnebago, 2-D watched how the driver grunted at his statement and got out of the vehicle, only to open a giant metal gate just enough so they could fit through and keep moving towards their new home. 2-D shuddered; something about this place really worried him. Not that the giants clouds in the sky forming a monstrous whirlwind above the studios didn't already sent chills through his spine. Seconds later, the bassist sat again and started to drive along the old and dirty road, not without giving a slap to 2-D's face first , who whimpered like a puppy.

"Course its not, Faceache. If it was, do you think I could've afford it? Stop asking fucking stupid questions." The angry tone of his voice made 2-D silent as he wondered just how his life would change from this moment on. He didn't exactly what to expect from his new life, but he owed Murdoc this much, as it was him who saved him from his comatose state. Or so he thought anyway.

Murdoc, however, did not care a fucking fuck about it. He just wanted to get the keys from the owners, who were supposedly awaiting for them, and get drunk as soon as possible. Being sober was not a state he fancied to be in, nor suited him. He would park the Winnebago, beat the hell out of 2-D to release the tensions of the day and drink until he forgot who he was. The next day, they would start forming the band. That sounded just good for him.

As they got closer to Kong Studios, Murdoc could feel the danger in the air. 2-D was right; there was something off about the place, something dark. Of course, he would never admit it that the brainless and dumb retard that he had for lead singer was right, but hte sensation was still there. The bassist was used to it though; it was just natural, as he actually worshiped dark energies. The inverted cross in his necklace twinkled, and Murdoc instantly knew something bad was going to happen. However, he did not say a word, eyes fixed on the road and the now close building.

The Winnebago stopped just at the front od the door, and the pair got out of the vehicle. 2-D took his keyboards and his melodica as Murdoc adjusted El Diablo on his back, only to shut the door with a rush as he headed towards the front door. Seconds later, his finger was inches apart from the doorbell.

It never reached it.

The screams made Murdoc froze and to look to the left. 2-D's mouth dropped open as they saw a pair, a man and a woman on their forties, running towards them, their faces twisted with horror. The two men exchanged confused looks for a second, and Murdoc cleared his throat.

"Err, are you the ow..."

"Take the bloody keys!" the woman said, throwing the keys to Murdoc and running past he and 2-D, heading to the metal gates. "Save yourselves!"

Silence fell towards the two men, neither of them knowing what to say.

"What a pair of weirdos..."Murdoc muttered, smiling short after looking at the keys. 2-D, curiously, started to walk to the courtyard, the place where the pair was running from. Shrugging his shoulders, he proceeded to open the door. When he heard the "click" of the lock, he opened the door widely.

Only to find, of course, a hall filled with zombies. Zombies walking everywhere.

Thousands of dead eyes lied on Murdoc, who swallowing hard, closed the doors strongly and pressed his back on them, trying to lock the door again as he felt the dead pushing the door, trying to open it.

"GET THE FUCK HERE FACEACHE!" the bassist yelled to the nothing, holding the door with all his strength. "DUMBASS!"

Moments later, 2-D appeared, but he was not alone.

"MURDOC!" 2-D screamed, followed by a group of hooded people. "HELP ME!"

The older muttered a curse as he finally locked the door.

"You're on your own, mate" he said lowly as he started to ran in the opposite direction, even leaving the Winnebago behind. He could not put at risk the life of the most important member of the group. Surely 2-D would understand it.

And if not, well, fuck him.

Murdoc ran as fast as he could. For a couple of second, at least. Then, he suddenly felt as if he hit a wall nowhere to be found, and fell backwards, hitting his head hard on the road. He heard the distant sounds of 2-D screams as he was lifted from the floor by unknown arms. He vaguely felt how he was being carried somewhere, but his head hurt so much he couldn't think straight. Then, everything faded black.


"Murdoc! Hey, wake up!"

An instant punch hit 2-D's face before he could even see it coming. With that, Murdoc awoke and sat, rubbing his head, muttering things.

"We are going to die..." 2-D whispered, moving frontwards and backwards while sitting. "I haven't said to Paula that I loved her one last time..."

"Shut it, idiot. You're making me sick." Murdoc said, finally opening his eyes. His mouth dropped open.

Both of them were trapped between a circle of candles, which had a pentagram drawn on it. When Murdoc stretched his arm, his hand touched an invisible wall. They were trapped.

"The fuck..." Murdoc started, but did not finish. He lifted his gaze up, and froze.

The hooded group, wearing black hoods with goat horns, surrounded them. Strange canticles echoed as they lifted their hands to the sky. Torches lighted the surroundings, creating dancing shadows.

Murdoc fully stood, dragging 2-D with him. Then, he punched the barrier.

"Oi, MORONS!" The sound of his voice stopped the song, and all eyes were on him. "Fucking hippies, what the hell do you think you're doing, eh? I'm MURDOC NICCALS!"

A laugh, old and wicked, answered to his shouts. It came from a crooked figure, who had the biggest goat horns on his hood. It slowly approached the center, supporting his weight in a staff.

"Who you are matters not." The voice sounded high pitched, almost ridiculous to someone so apparently old. Murdoc laughed at him while 2-D tried to stop him from pointing his finger to the old man, provoking murmurs between the group. The elder only cleared his throat.

"Laugh all you want, it will be the last thing you do."

"Wait!" Murdoc continued, tears on the corner of his eyes from the recent laugh. "I'm one of yours, y'know? Not a hippie, never that. But I'm a satanist too! I'm sure we can arrange my freedom, yes? You can have him if its completely necessary, though". he said, pointing at 2-D, who only shivered. The old man came closer, close enough for the pair to see the thousands of wrinkles hidden under the hood, and a large smile almost toothless.

"We are not satanist, human. We are almighty druids; and soon, almost gods."His eyes, which were those of a goat, 2-D noted terrified, stared at the inverted cross on Murdoc's neck, and the smile became wider. "Perfect..." He said, almost in a whisper. "It is perfect! We will also offer Beelzebub the fully claim over one of his clients!" Then, he extended his arms to the sky, and the canticles started sounding again." The Goat Clan has been taken with little consideration over the centuries, but no more! Now, we rise from the shadows, and make the world understand we should never have been underestimated! Now, in this night, we will summon Balor, the Demon of Death! He, with his mighty power, will lead us to...!

"NOWHERE!" with a scream, the elder was suddenly kicked in the head, flying a few meters.

Murdoc and 2-D froze while the druids were aiding their leader, the canticles stopped, and all eyes stood then at the figure that just interrupted the summoning. The figure, who was holding a staff in her hand, stood gracefully.

"Gods, been waiting forever for an opportunity to kick in that boring speech." the voice, youthful and sweet but with a strong northern accent, filled the silence. The girl turned and looked at the two men through a pair of black sunglasses. "Hey there." She was wearing a red and shaggy hoodie, her face and hair covered by the hood, black leggings and military black boots. A pair of sunglasses and a guitar case attached to her back completed the outfit. Dangling from her neck, a wolf medallion twinkled lightly. For some seconds no one said nothing, but Murdoc stormed in shouts shortly after.

"Who the bloody hell are YOU now?!"

After a short giggle, which made Murdoc even angrier, she was ready to answer. She rested her weight on her staff, which with a closer look, looked nothing like a staff. The pommel was a human skull, roses growing around it and twisting wickedly. The end was a sharp and long blade. The whole weapon was larger tan her, although that was not very difficult.

"White Wolf" the voice of the elder made the three look at his direction. Illuminated slightly by the lights of the candles, the two boys could see the wolfish grin on her face when hearing that name. "We expected your coming"

"Of course you did. You were doing bad things, after all" she answered, now fully facing the group of men that, at the same time, took their cloaks off. Dozens of goat-like eyes looked at the girl who shivered on purpose in disgust. "Ugh, never really liked those eyes." Se said lowly, so only the musicians could hear her.

"We thought you would try to stop us,and it hurts my heart deeply." The old man stood, as the others started to become nervous. "To think that you are one of us..."

"Woah woah, hang in there now!" She said, hands up in a calming gesture and giggling. "You and I have nothing in common!"

"You have druid blood, do you not, White Wolf?" He replied "From another clan, yes, but magic flows through your ve-"

"What you are doing" Her voice, this time, sounded incredibly hard, as if all her humor had faded away. "It has nothing of "natural". You claim to be druids,but summoning through blood rituals is a no-no."

"B-Blood ritual?" 2-D's soft voice interrupted the debate. At his side, Murdoc sighed, while he was caught trying to erase the pentagram from the floor. "Great, Faceache. Fucking great"

"Proceed the ritual! We have not much time left!" The druids tried to get back in position, but the girl that was called White Wolf stood in front of the pair in a protecting position.

"Do not fight us, Wolf" one of the crowd hissed at her. "This is not a fight you can win."

Although Murdoc and 2-D could not see her face,they saw how she retired the hood from her head, freeing a waist-long and thick braid of pure, curly white hair. Then, he left the guitar on the hard floor behind her. Putting one foot back and slightly leaning forwards, she tightened the grip on her staff, holding it with both hands.

"Try me, bitch" she said, smiling wickedly.


2-D swore to himself that he have never seen a person to move like that. As if it was one of his video-games, the White Wolf moved swiftly and striked hard. The point came were 2-D could not dare to look anymore, even though the girl was just knocking them unconscious with his punches and kicks, not really using the blade in her staff. Whenever the druids tried to cast a spell, she just conjured a protecting barrier long enough for the spell to end and continue to fight them, never using offensive spells. Murdoc on the other hand, contemplated in awe how the woman moved her body gracefully, twisting it when dodging and attacking. It was a free show for him, and he was enjoying it. The girl hit where she had to, as if she knew perfectly the weak points of them all. At the end, only the leader was still standing, and finally she cornered him. He casted a fire spell, but she quickly dispelled it.

"The Goat Clan was never a fighting one" she started with a sigh, rubbing her head. "You were farmers,gods worshipers, but never fighters, even less users of blood magic. What happened?"

The elder, coughing blood, fixed his goat eyes on the girl.

"You might be called White Wolf, but you are nothing more than an ignorant pup!" With those words, he showed his arm, and with a knife, started carving runes with his blood.

She did not think twice.

With a swift and direct blow, the chopped arm went off flying, blood pouring over the place filled with the elder screams. The severed member landed near the pair, who become free at that moment, the pattern on the floor disappearing suddenly. 2-D crawled away from the arm, sweating, and Murdoc stood cleaning the dirt off his clothes, still looking at the girl, who did not move until the elder was unconscious for the blood loss.

"You are just lucky that the contract says that you must be alive" She said, looking at the crouched man. With those words, the girl whistled loudly a short tune. Moments later, a black and white crow landed on her shoulder.

"This is him" she said, talking to the crow so only it could hear her.. "'Tis your worry now. I expect the payment to this address, tomorrow".

With that, the bird flew to the old man's shoulder, and with that, they both disappeared.

Moments of silence filled the ambient as the crows landed and took the knock-out druids to God knows where to. The white haired girl turned to the pair and walked towards them. With a hard movement, she sink the staff into the ground. 2-D got closer too, curiosity winning over fear. Murdoc, still with his mouth dropped-open, could only think how his night was way far better than he had expected.

"I suppose you have way too many questions, but the studio is a zombie mess." She said, smiling. Now only covered by the sunglasses, a closest look to her face revealed a young woman with really fair skin and white eyebrows. Her mouth, small but with full lips, showed a line of white teeth with the exception of two silver fangs, large enough to be noticeable at first sight. 2-D looked at her with a little bit of fear; she was intimidating. "I'll clean it out, you stay back and then we can have a talk. Sounds good to you?"

"U-um...yes" At his response, the girl smiled sweetly, changing her gesture to one of more kindness, which made 2-D more relaxed. Murdoc ended the magic, though.

"Lead the way, luv. Can't wait to see more of your movements". For a moment, it looked like she was going to say something, but her hidden glare glazed Murdoc's pendant long enough for him to notice, although, in his mind,she was admiring his torso. "Like what you see, honey? Can show you more when-"

Suddenly, she grabbed the cross

"You're a satanist" It was an statement more than a question, but she said nothing more. Arching an eyebrow, 2-D wondered what was happening exactly between the two of them. Murdoc, inertly, also wondered that.

A few seconds passed, and with a hummed sound, she just let the pendant go. Taking her guitar case, she walked towards the building without waiting for them.

"Oh, right" She turned to them, smiling warmly "Name's Ylva, by the way."

"2-D" the blue haired one said "and the old one is Murdoc"

"Who are ya calling old you piece of...!" His yell were interrupted by her laugh, strong and clear. Taking her staff from the ground, she smiled one last time as she conjured an sparkling white light above her weapon. "Hope we can get along and such."

2-D followed her closely, afraid of the monsters that could come from the darkness.

"I hope so too, love" whispering with a sinful grin, Murdoc followed the pair.