Okay, I've gotten good feedback, and I'm excited to continue writing this! I guess I'm better with length than I used to be. My shortest chapter was 300-something words, and the first chapter of this story was about 1,200! Let's get straight to it!
Hunter: I own nothing except: The plot of the story, the lyrics, myself, and the soda I drank while I wrote this.
How to be Dark
Chapter 2:
Could you be any more hopeless?
Hunter's POV
I'm normally a casual guy, I had been invited here. So I just walked in and sat down on the worn out sofa. I whistled Slipknot's Duality quietly while I waited for them to finish playing… And I waited… I kept waiting… God fucking DAMMIT, how long can these guys be completely oblivious to my existence?!
I heard an abrupt stop to the punk-rock tune they were playing. "Hey Hunter!" Kon greeted me. "How long have you been here?" Ah, ignorance is bliss isn't it? If they knew how long I waited, they'd be pissed too.
"Only an hour or two, not too long" I said, trying to contain my sarcasm. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked, casual AND straight to the point. Kin replied quickly and fluently. "We heard the music you played and were curious to how you write it." Once the words were sorted out in my head I held up the "one minute" finger, ran to my house, and came back with my guitar. "Well," I started, plugging it in to the nearest amp and distortion box. "You need distortion, speed, and tons of decibels. Once you have that, it should sound like this." I played the riff to psychosocial on distortion… turned up to eleven.
Kon's POV
AHHH! The furniture was actually being pushed by the loudness of the amp! I held on tightly to the TV, it must NEVER be hurt! I almost blacked out when I hit the wall; luckily the sofa missed me by a few inches. But I can't say the same thing for my bro, Laney. I heard him screaming like Oli Sykes! But I never found out why he had such a high voice.
Now I could focus on the sound blowing my eardrums out. I plugged my ears… Ah bliss. The guy was actually really good at guitar! It just sounded weird at first because I was having the shit beat out of the good ol' hammer, anvil, and stirrup. I pulled Laney from between the sofa, and the wall. God! I needed to get behind the amp! I pulled the rest of the group into a bear-hug and fought the sound waves to get to the backside of the amp.
Laney's POV
Okay, one minute I'm in a quiet room, next I'm flying through the air with the blast of ten-thousand dB, then I'm between a couch and a wall, now my face is stuck in Kon's sweaty pits as he pulls us behind the amp! What a day huh? But I'm glad Corey was next to me during the time when I couldn't breathe!
Kon then drops us on the ground with no regard for our already-damaged heads. When the music stops, I get up and unplug the amp. Hunter looks at me with something between a smirk, and an "I'm sorry for temporarily deafening you". Corey and Kin get up and the three boys stand, looking at Hunter. Then they do what they obviously would do, as guys.
"That… was…" They pause in between words, "AWESOME!" Hunter smiles at us all in a modest look. "I'll help recover the furniture." is all he says. He's not that bad for someone who's hard of hearing. But I didn't hear it that well being stuck between a couch and a sofa, then shoved into Kon's pits (never. again.). I facepalmed at their easy amusement. I then turned the amp down and plugged it back in. "Alright, that was pretty awesome. But can you play us something with lyrics and less deafening volume?"
"Sure dude," Holy fuck. Does everyone think I'm a guy?! He does a quick and professionally executed A# scale and began to play. He started off with a slow and depressing kind of one-string riff. Then he stopped. I thought it was over until he picked it up with unbelievable speed-picking.
This was what he sang
Arsgang has started, this is their end
The innocence inside of me is dead
Follow the call of the dying wind
We live like gypsies in Nazi camps
Once more a vendetta ride begins
Killing the fathers that left us behind
Mylingen rising, the children dead
Mylingen rising
I found my home in flesh and bone
They kicked me out and left me on my own
My brother held in my mothers arms
I was thrown into flames, my cold soul they warm
Send me a letter
Send me an X
Cross me out
Or let me be
Arsgang has started, this is their end
The innocence inside of me is dead
Follow the call of the dying wind
We live like gypsies in Nazi camps
Once more a vendetta ride begins
Killing the fathers that left us behind
Mylingen rising, the children dead
Mylingen rising
If you will look at me now
You'll scream at how I turned out
I know I'm falling apart
Without a shadow of doubt
FIND ME
DENY ME
DEFY ME
Crucify me
I don't know if
You're still here with me
I don't think they
Found a home yet
Arsgang has started, this is their end
The innocence inside of me is dead
Follow the call of the dying wind
We live like gypsies in Nazi camps
Once more a vendetta ride begins
Killing the fathers that left us behind
Mylingen rising, the children dead
Mylingen rising
MYLINGEN RISING
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Hunter's POV
They didn't say anything, they just kind of looked at me; finally Corey spoke up. "Dude, that's a scary song." I shrugged; it wasn't as scary as the song I'd started a few weeks ago. That song might get banned from Peaceville for the… uh, "lyrical violence". "Anyway, I found a hardcore song and we've been practicing it. Wanna hear it?" He asked. I nodded.
Then they started to play Greenday's Horseshoes and handgrenades. I had to stop this from progressing. I yelled at the top of my lungs "STOOOOOOOP!" They stopped instantly. "What's wrong dude?" Kin started. "It's the song, it's the smiling faces, it's the weird lights that show up in the background whenever you're playing! IT'S EVERYTHING!" They looked at me. Then Kon scared the crap out of me by saying, "But that song sounded hardcore to us."