Ths is my first Brutal Legend fanfic, I absolutely love the game (even if it was pretty short). This fanfic is about a teen who's life is about to be turned around in the most unexpected way, I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it.

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Chapter one: Day of Sorrow

"MR CROWLEY! WHAT WENT DOWN IN YOUR HEAD? OH MR CROWLEY, CAN YOU TALK TO THE DEAD?"

I woke up, hearing my alarm clock playing an Ozzy Osbourne song, and a good one at that. My eyes were still feeling heavy, I accidentally stayed up a little too long watching Ronnie
Dio's biography on channel VH1, last night. I've layed there in my bed for a few more minutes to hear the rest of the song, allowing my eyes to rest a little more. After the song finished playing the second solo and finale, I lazily smacked the off button with my left hand, however I accidentaly smacked a little too hard, giving myself a small stinging sensation in my hand, but it also woke up my eyes. I sighed in exhaustion as I ripped the blankets off of me, exposing my naked torso. I planted my feet onto the rickety wooden board floor that looks like it could break any second. I still sat on the bed, rubbing my eyes and smacking myself across the face a couple of times to wake myself up. I sighed again and placed my forehead onto my hands as I looked down at the floor, but was greeted by my fat stomach. Yeah I'm not really the athletic type, and my stomach was telling me that. Tch, more like mocking me. "I really do not want to go to school today" I mumbled to myself.

Ah god, I'm sorry, I'm complaining about my morning and you have no bloody clue who I am. I'm Nick Fargo, 16, overweight, short brown bowl cut hair, and brown eyes, the only good thing about me is that I'm tall, but that's about it. I live in a very crappy apartment that could be easily described as a crack house, in a decent sized town called Rosemburg, that greatly resembles New Jersey only more crappy, shockingly enough. And I live by myself. My parents died when I was younger, but I don't want to get into that...because...I just can't do it.

I've sat there for a few more minutes until I've finally gathered enough mental energy to get my fat-ass body up to perform my morning rituals.

Fifteen minutes later, now 7:35, only 25 minutes until schools starts. I've walked into the kitchen, now clothed with dark blue jeans with the knees shredded, a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a picture of a druid standing on a rocky cliff holding a lantern, a black unzipped cotton hoodie with a picture of a fancy gothic cross on it, and black converse, so yeah I'm a real old school metal head.

((A/N: Think cross design on the back of the robe that is weared by the Guardian of Metal))

I've fixed myself some cold cereal since I"m already a little late and inhaled it. I grabbed my backpack from a rat's nest that I call a couch and headed out the door, locking it behind me.

Outside, while power walking abit. I was greeted by a cool, very cloudy day, fall was here. Used to be my favorite time of year when the leaves would turn into cool colors down in Vermont, where I used to live. But now, here, it just depresses me, because there's nothing here but a concrete jungle with very little trees. The walk to school is so far turning out to be uneventful, normally about this time I would be chased by the neighborhood assholes. At first it was just for money, now it was just for fun, for them I mean.

As I continued I heard a small but recognizable voice saying "Hi Nick" I turned my head behind me and saw Marie, my only friend, who's the only one I know who has it worse than I do. She lives with her parents who doesn't give a damn about her, and she is in a abusive relationship with one of the jocks at school named Charles. Why she hangs around him, I don't know, probably, besides me, Charles is the only one who would actually interact with her, course not in ways that anybody with a brain would call despite her disposition she was pretty damn cute, long blackish brown hair, emerald eyes, and a slender body. I could talk about her assests, but I personal rule against something about that, so I'm no pervert, and she had a a very nice personailty to boot, though because of said personality she wasn't the type to stand up for herself.

She looked at me with a smile as she ran up next to me. "Hey Marie" I smiled back. All of the sudden it felt warmer, must be the exertion from power walking. I looked at her a little closer and saw a bruise on her forehead hidden in her dark hair, my smile faltered alittle as I felt my insides start to churn.

She noticed the smile and dropped hers "What is it?" she asked.

I increased my smile and shook my head "It's nothing"

She stared at me for a few seconds then smiled again, buying what I said.

On the rest of the way to school, I slowed down alittle for Marie to stay caught up and we talked about our favourite bands and other small stuff. Marie and I had alot in common, we were living in broken homes, we love Autumn, and we love music, though she wasn't as deep into metal as I was, she also liked some of those older pop stars like Brittany Spears and such. Personally, I never could care for them, but each to his or her own I suppose.

We were now in front of the school building with only 5 minutes to spare, it looked like I was going to make inside the building without getting my ass kicked. Oh lord how I was wrong.

"Hey freak!" said a slightly deep voice. The crowd that heard it started snickering but I ignored it, after hearing this everyday for the last couple of years I just tune it out. I turned around and saw Charles walking towards us. He was one of those stereotypical jocks: small brain, large pituitary glands, but that doesn't stop him from the ass-kicking he was going to give me in a few minutes. He has a dirty blond hair that went down to his shoulders, and brown eyes. Reason why I was considered a freak, it was because of how I looked and my love for metal in a rap infested society.

I looked at Marie, who had a look of mixed infatuation and fear, I silently sighed, thinking while I slowly shook my head 'What the fuck do you see in him?'

Charles walked over to Marie, grabbed her by the arm and roughly pulled her away from me, making my stomach churn more. 'How dare he do that to her!' said a small voice in the back of my mind. "Marie, what the hell do you think you're doing with this nutshit?" Charles yelled in her face, pointing at me. Nutshit...heh...I've been called worse. I continued looking at Marie, who could only stammer, trying to come up with an answer, making the churning all the more violent. soon it would spread into my fists as I could feel them clenching.

Charles soon lost his patience and slapped her something fierce. I started grinding my teeth, trying to control myself, but I accidentally let out a snarl, turning his attention toward me. He released her, but not without throwing her into the ground. Nobody would come in and help, everybody knew that Charles was not one to be messed with, and anybody who did ended up in the hospital, I even once heard a rumor that he actually killed someone but that was never proven.

"So, you want a piece of me?" he asked in a devlish grin. I wanted to fight him, I wanted to kick his ass so damn bad. But you know how the ghetto would toughen a person up to a point to defend themselves? Unfortunantly, ironically, it only did the opposite, I didn't have a fighting bone in my body, my anger would flee as quickly as it would come when I'm about to fight someone, and I curse that to hell itself. Like clockwork, I start feeling my rage subsiding, replacing with a mix of fear and meloncholy.

Using what's left, I gave him my coldest glare and said as serious as possible "Leave her alone" Charles only stood there for a few seconds before he bursted out laughing, my frontal approach was not successful.

As soon as Charles sobered, without another word he punched me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me along with a few drops of blood. I fell to my knees and clutched my stomach, trying to get the air back into my lungs, but they felt constricted and I couldn't get any air in them. Using the oppurtunity he gave me a hard kick in the head, sending me flying a few feet off the ground, landing in front of Marie, who was still recovering. I was still awake but I was starting to lose conciousness as I felt the blood flowing from my forehead down to my eyes, stinging them making me blink furiously, and felt the taste of copper in my mouth.

"Charles, stop please!" Marie screamed.

"Shut up bitch!" then I heard another loud slap and a grunt of pain coming from Marie. I felt the rage returning into me, before it could go away again, I quickly got up, ignoring the racking pain in my body and charged at Charles, tackling him to the ground. I was now on top of him, I raised my knee and used the momentum to knee him in the crotch. But what I felt wasn't his crotch, it was something alot harder. Athlete's cup. Not good. Now angered by the assault, he rolled me onto the ground. Now he was on top, and knocking the crap out of me, pushing me closer to blissful unconsciousness. I've heard Marie's cry to make him stop, but he still kept going, soon darkness.

I was now in a dark place, I felt light as a feather, the pain was gone, and I felt warm, like someone has wrapped me up in a blanket. I remained in blissful tranquility, no sound, no pain, I soon started to wonder if I was going to reward. It seems that god has taken pity on me. Or so I thought. The silence was soon broken by the sound of footsteps on the grass and screams of someone saying "Please don't do it!"

'Marie?' I thought. Next I felt the cold and the pain I had endured seeping back into my body. I felt like someone was dragging me by my legs, because I could feel the mud and rubble tracking on my back.

"Here it is!" said a familiar male voice.

"CHARLES NO!"

"I SAID SHUT UP, WHORE!" he screamed before I heard another loud slap. Suddenly I felt my body being dragged sideways. The feeling of rocks were gone, but it was replaced by the wind beating against me. I suddenly felt nausious as the wind continued to pick up, I felt like I was was being used as a frisbee or something. Then Charles lets go, and the next thing I knew.

*SPLASH!*

"See you later freak" Charles said with a smirk "Drop me a line from hell" He turns to Marie who was massaging the pain away from her face. "Hmm, you know, this whole thing was fun and everything, but for some reason it's left me...horny" he said, with lechery in eyes. Marie looks up at him with wide eyes, now she's fearing for her life. "Hope you're in the mood for some action" he said, walking over to her.

"No, please!" Marie begged, before he started to drag her away.

My body still had enough air to keep me on the surface for me to hear everything. Slowly I sank into the unknown depths, my body soon completely submerged. I didn't have the energy to fight it, I was too badly injured to even move a finger. I felt my lungs being filled with water. The only I think of at the time was 'I'm sorry Marie, I tried, but it wasn't good enough, If I could I would come back to help you, and take good care of you. Alot more than Charles could ever do'

Suddenly another odd sensation came into me, I felt like my lungs were pumping out water to make room for air, and I felt the pain go away once more and my body felt warmth's touch again. Then out of nowhere, a light began to shine and envelope the place. I wanted to place my hand over my eyes to shield it, but I still couldn't move my arm, it was like I was paralyzed. Fortunantly, it actually didn't take very long for my eyes to adjust. But what I saw next had me filled with wonder.

The brightness died off and was replaced by a blue sunny sky and a dark stormy sky, left side was the blue, while the other was the storm. I was shocked to see this abnormal kind of weather. I slowly felt my body again, and I attempted to sit up. It took me a few tries but I've managed to succeed. I looked around the place where I was at. It was a huge open field, but like the skies, it was divided. The left side had large broken statues and several healthy looking trees there was even a small pond. Many of the statues were either swords and axes imbedded into the ground, but what really stood out were two stone hands holding a flying v guitar, looking like they were shredding, which was pretty fucking cool, and another was a huge stone iron cross that was once used by the Kaiser in WWI. On the other side was the exact opposite, it was an ashened desolant land, looking like it just went through a fire, even some of the trees on that side was bare of leaves and life, looking like they could fall over soon. To everybody else, it would be considered bizarre, in a kinda hellish way, but to me, it was actually pretty badassed. After drinking it all in, only one obvious question came to mind. "Where the hell am I?"

"You're inside your own mind" said a young woman's voice, startling me. I looked at the good side of the field and saw a woman in her mid twenties gracefully drop from the right wing of the cross and onto the ground. She had long black hair that reached down just passed her shoulders, and brown eyes. She wore black converse, dark blue jeans, spike belt, spike bracers, a black collar around her neck, and a black t-shirt with a picture of a fallen raven with and anhk in the middle. She almost looks like Marie, except the color of her hair and eyes.

We stared at each other for a few minutes as I was thinking of the next question to ask. "Am...am I dead?" I asked cautiously, afraid of the answer.

"Not yet" said the same voice if not a little more...watery. I turned to the other side and saw the same but different girl rise from the ground. She had light blue skin, looking as if she drowned and came back to life. Her eyes, unlike the other girl, was pitch black, along with the dress she wore. The dress itself was torn from the waist up in a revealing manner, the waist down was covered up that he can't even see her feet. She also wore pink thorn barraettes in her hair.

I had to admit, I wasn't sure if I should fall for her or be scared shitless.

"Who are you?" I asked the two girls.

"My name is Ophelia" the girl on the left smiled.

"And I am Drowned Ophelia" the girl on he right smiled also.

When they smiled at me, I couldn't help but smile back, even though I never met them before, I felt like I knew them, and I felt comfortable around them. This is starting to turn into an interesting day.