Drabble #1 - Memory In The Mirror.
Takes place after Black Fire Upon Us. Actually it would take place a long time after that cause we all know what happened in that episode. Little bit of Charles angst.
Walking into his bathroom, Charles stopped to face himself in the mirror above his sink. What he saw staring back at him was not the man he remembered. Thin wrinkles were forming on his forehead. Tiny crow's feet were beginning at the corners of his bright green eyes. A stray gray hair glinted like steel against his normally chestnut locks. Surely this wasn't the face of a middle aged, successful business man? No, the face in the mirror looked like a weathered old man who had seen too much evil in the world.
He raised his hand to trace a finger along the long red scar that he now wore on his left cheek, suppressing a shudder at the memory the scar provoked. That memory was the only reason he was awake at this hour. Why he still carried the scar, he didn't know. It wasn't like he didn't have the money to pay for plastic surgery. Maybe it was personal. Maybe it was to remind him exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing. Protecting Dethklok. Protecting his boys.
His boys. That thought made him smile inwardly. That's what he had come to know them as. The band members of Dethklok now felt like family to him. Most men his age were married with kids of their own. Yet here Charles was, 30-something, single, and father to five unruly man-children. And he wouldn't trade it for the world. He had risked everything, including his own life, to protect those men, on numerous occasions, too.
Tearing his gaze from the mirror, Charles splashed some cold water on his face. Perhaps one day these nightmares wouldn't keep controlling his sleeping pattern like this. On his way out, he couldn't help one last glance at the mirror. The face that looked back at him this time was different. This one had a sinister smile on it's face and fire illuminating its eyes. Charles couldn't help but to smile, for he knew what truly lay before him. It was the face of a man who didn't let small things obscure his view of the big picture. It was the face of a person who had a soul duty in life.
It was the face of the real Charles Foster Ofdensen.
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- Silvarius