A/N:Just wanted to say that I read comics, so sometimes I write in an almost comic book format, but that is simply the way I do it... enoy!-Iris.
Dethpoison: IIBack in the menacing looking Mordhaus the other four metal musicians sat in complete silence. Skwisgaar was nervously fiddling with the strings on his guitar, Nathan was drinking his seventh beer trying to wash away his worry, Pickles was drunk and still drinking not knowing what else to do in such a situation, and Murderface was carelessly stabbing the couch with his favourite dagger. "Schssooooo… Is Toki, like, gonna die?" Murderface carelessly blurted out, breaking the silence.
Nathan, though pleasantly pissed, was actually offended by Muderfaces careless question. "No, dumbass, he's gonna be fine you stupid fucker!" Nathan growled.
"Alright, alright, it was juscht a normal question! Jeezy!" Murderface retorted, his grotesque thin lower lip rising closer to his ugly flattened nose in a pout.
Pickles shiny red rimmed green eyes spotted a distressed looking Nathan, so he staggered over to where he was sitting, and plopped his little bum down beside him. "Hey, Nathan, don't be down, Toki 'll be fine", Pickles said, in an attempt to be consoling, but he did not believe it to be working.
"It's just, he's such a dumb little fucker, you know?" Nathan said.
"Ja, he ams a stupid little fucker, but I hopes he doesn't dies…I guess…."Skwisgaar responded. Swkisgaar oddly found himself trying to actually fight back tears, he could not believe this, and he was utterly ashamed. "Gives me that fucking vodka, Pickle", he insisted, holding out an eager beckoning hand.
"Drink up, dude", Pickles offered. Skwisgaar quickly snatched the vodka bottle from Pickles wobbling hand, and began to guzzle the alcohol like a bloody fiend. He felt its fire flow through his stomach, and shoot up to his head, and relief came setting in.
"There ya go, man, just let the alcohol take over", Pickles said with a drunken smirk.
"Pffft, why da fucks should I cares anyways, he tried to fucking kills me!" Skwisgaar scoffed. As he said this, he continued to gulp down the bottles burning contents. He honestly felt genuinely worried about Toki, more than he ever imagined was even possible for him and, well, it made him fucking sick.
"Hey, Pickle, you might as wells get another bottle, I'ms gonna finish dis one off", Skwisgaar said, continuing to kill the bottle.
"Okay, Skwisgaar, whatever you want dude"
"Ja, t'anks, I really needs it", Skwisgaar sighed.
Skwisgaar slumped down in the couch with the almost empty bottle and put a hand on his beaten face. It was quit a pathetic sight. The fastest most hard-core guitarist from the most famous band in the world, sunken into a couch, drunk, bruised, with a haggard look in his half lidded blue eyes. To top all of it off, he was very much looking forward to getting some female attention; instead he was getting drunk with his dildo band mates and nursing an aching face, body, and his ever-so-fragile, ego.
"Hey, you" the God-like guitarist beckoned one of the klokateers, snapping his fingers like a spoiled prince.
"Yes my master", the klokateer that was standing at the door darkly replied.
"Ja, gives me some ice for my face, and, uh, hmmm…" Swkisgaar said, pausing for a moment scratching his head with a pensive look upon his face.
"Yes, my master?"
"Uh, ja, are der de usual ladies waitings outside screamings to fucks me?" He inquired.
"Yes, my master", the klokateer responded, as he handed his "master" the ice he had requested.
Swkisgaar was silent for a moment while he tended to his bruised face.
"How manys would you says?" he asked.
The husky looking klokateer walked over to the huge window and peered outside. There indeed quit a few eager woman, young, old, thin, fat, and they were all absolutely fanatical for him.
Nathan Explosion decided to stop being silent. He crushed the beer can in his hand that he had just guzzled down, stood up and said, "Hey, Skwisgaar, maybe tonight wouldn't be the best night to get fucked. I mean, Toki could be dying or something, so, uh... I dunno where I was going with this. I'm goin' to bed. Sweet dreams, ass-wipes"
"Ja, whatevers", Skwisgaar sneered.
"Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired, besides I wanna jack off. Scho see you all tomorrow, losers!", Murderface said, taking his dagger along with him.
Nathan grabbed another beer and walked away towards his bedroom. He shut the door behind him and let out an enormous sigh of relief, being glad to be alone and not have to worry about the others seeing the concern that shadowed his face. He took his shirt and his tight jeans off, and after removing his boots and socks, he retired to his huge bed.
Nathan quickly swallowed down his nice cold beer, then lay on his back and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. After a long moment of hesitation, he picked up his dethfone and reluctantly pressed his fingers to the numbers that would connect him to the one and only, Charles Foster Ofdensen.
Charles was just about to fall asleep, when he heard his mobile ringing loudly beside his bed. He groped around on his night stand for his glasses (he was just about blind without them, and so am I lol.), and unfortunately only succeeded in dropping the phone to the floor as he found his glasses. "Uh, damnit" he muttered. After he got his glasses on and switched on the lamp beside his bed, he found the ringing dethfone, and fumbled with it for a bit before he pushed the send button. "H-hello?" he said groggily. Not a sound. "Hello, Nathan is that you?" he asked.
Nathan was very timid to say anything, but eventually was able to open his beer moistened lips and speak. "Uuuhhh…Hi, uh, look… Just between you and me, uh, I just wanna know, well, be kept informed, about Tokis condition…and stuff…" He babbled.
"Well, he's with the doctors, he's stable and on an IV", Charles answered.
"IV? What the fuck kind of drug is that?" Nathan dumbly asked.
"Uh, no, Nathan, it's not a drug it's something that goes in one of his veins to keep him hydrated, you know, so he will be okay", he explained.
"Good, good. It better keep that fucker alive, or how will we perform...and stuff?" Nathan said.
"Nathan, you know, there is absolutely nothing wrong with caring about Toki's well being" Charles said, trying to comfort Nathan in the best way he knew how.
"Look, I just wanna make sure the little fucker isn't gonna fucking die right now!" Nathan shouted.
"Well, Nathan, if you are really concerned, the Mordhaus nurses should be taking him back to his room in about 20 minutes or so, but he will be watched by the dethnurses all night", Charles clarified. "That is all I know at the moment, but I will keep you informed Nathan, but I really must be going now, get some sleep". Charles then hung up the phone, knowing that Nathan would not want to press the matter any further, and simply shut the light off, removed his glasses and went straight to sleep.
Nathan lay in his bed; his head swimming with conflicting thoughts, making it utterly impossible to go to sleep, but eventually the alcohol he had consumed allowed him to fall into a dreamless dead state of unconsciousness.
Pickles returned to Skwisgaar with a full bottle of vodka and sat down beside him, drunkenly handing him the opened bottle. "Thanks", Skwisgaar murmured glumly. "Dude, you look like fucking shit", Pickles rudely stated.
"T'anks, Pickle, I knows dat already", Skwisgaar grumbled, he then spitefully snatched the bottle from Pickles hand, and began to drink heavily.
"Hey, uh, Skwisgaar... are you okey? You seem kinda down", Pickles asked.
"No, I ams fine, my fucking face is hurtings, dat's alls", Skwisgaar lied.
"My master, would you like for me to bring up your selection of the females that await you below?" the klokateer asked. Swisgaar got up and made his way to the window, trying not to trip on his own feet, and gazed out the window. He saw a few females that caught his attention, pointed them out to his servant and requested they be brought to him as if he were slelecting a piece of the best fruite to eat.
"Yes, master", he said, beckoning the other klokateer by the door to bring the ladies up immediately.
"Dude, you are such a horny fuck", Pickles laughed.
"Ja, I knows", he sighed.
"Why the fuck do you sound so unhappy? Yer gonna get layed dood!" Pickles exclaimed.
"You don't understands! Leaves me alone!" Skwisgaar whined.
"Calm down, dude, I was just sayin', yeh know, you should be happy", Pickles explained.
"I ams, but I want to bes alones right now!" Skwisgaar pouted.
"Okey, okey, dude. I'm totally wasted right now anyways, and so, have fun!" Pickles slurred, wobbly standing up.
Pickles stumbled his way into his room and closed his door behind him. Skwigaar heard a thud after Pickles shut his door, but soon after heard a distant, "I'm okeeyyy!"
"Vad en idiot (what an idiot)", Skwisgaar mumbled in his native tongue, which he often did when he was intoxicated. "Var finns dessa damer (where are dose ladies?), he wondered.
Soon enough his wishes were answered when a klokateer entered the room. "Shall I bring the ladies in my master?" He asked, while lowering his head before the guitar god.
"Ja, brings dem in", Skwisgaar requested. He then proceeded to tidy up his hair a smidge and make himself more presentable, despite his beaten exterior.
The smaller looking klokateer, with the fancy cod piece, opened the door permitting the impatient females to enter at last. "Comes on ins ladies and haves a seat next to me", He seductively beckoned, with a devious smile upon his face.
There were a total of three women, and though different in appearance, they all had one thing in common, they wanted Skwisgaar and they wanted him in every way possible. There was one thin young blond woman with a grateful smile stretched across her face, there was also an older woman, probably around seventy or so with her grey hair in a bun, and last, there was a woman who was very different from the others, she had long slilky, sleek black hair, full blood red lips, beautiful large round eyes (he found her strange eye colour questionable, but assumed they were just contact lenses), full breasts, and a perfect vuloptuous body.
Skwisgaar was quit intrigued by the appearance of the third lovely lady, extremely intrigued, so intrigued, in fact, that he guided her personally to the couch like a true gentleman.
"Why, thank you, Mister Skwigelf", the exotic looking woman said.
Skwisgaar quickly noticed that she had an accent, and he was liking it.
"May I asks where you ams froms, my lady?" He seductively asked.
"Of course you can, Mister Skwigelf. I am Italian", she answered.
"Ah, yes, Italians, the romanticals language", he said.
The Italian woman let out a very charming laugh at Skwisgaars adorable Scandinavian accent. "You are so cute, Mister Skwigelf", she laughed.
"I knows", he said with a smirk.
"Come ons ladies, let's all haves a seat", he said gesturing them the crimson coloured couch.
The bubbly blond quickly sat on his lap before the older woman could, as if there was a reservation sign on his lap with her name on it, and made herself comfortable. "Hello there ,honey", she said, thrusting her round perky breasts eagerly in his face.
"Well, hellos to de bot' o' yous", Skwisgaar snickered. The vivacious blond flirtatiously giggled in response. As she laughed, Skwisgaar's eyes were fixed on her bosom as it bounced up and down, and his smile grew.
"What ams your name?", he asked.
"Why, my name be Luella Devereaux, and I'm from Louisiana!", she chirped, holding her hand out to be kissed.
"I likes de American ladies, but I loves your breast even mores, darling" he said, as he gave her tender kiss on her hand. The southern girl became absolutely flustered by the warm touch of his sexy thick Swedish lips on her delicate hand. Her hand was surprisingly cold, but thought nothing of it.
"Ooooh, lordy, lordy!" she squeaked, fanning her self with her hand.
The older woman scowled at Luella and sat down tightly close to Skwisgaar on the couch, and began running her skinny fingers through his long wavy golden hair.
"My name is Blanche, and I am from wherever you want me to be from, pumpkin", she smoothly said.
"Hej där Blanche, what do you dos for a livings?" He asked, leaning into her shoulder like a cat.
"I'm a nurse sweetie, and it looks like you got hurt, honey pie. Want me to kiss it and make it better?" She purred. Skwisaar smiled and began to plant tiny kisses on her breasts and neck, he then did the same to Luella, but, with the other woman he felt something strangely stronger, and he full on French kissed her, she was so aroused by this that she grabbed hold of his penis from above his tight grey pants; that was beginning to grow harder, and simply gazed devilishly into his eyes and licked her dark red lips like a hungry beast. His intoxicated ears could almost hear her hissing, but knew that was upsurd.
"Would you…like a, uh, drink ladies?" he babbled.
They all nodded their heads enthusiastically in response, so he ordered one of the klokateers to bring them some martini's, even though Skwisgaar was already beginning to slur his words.
"Let us moves dis little party to my rooms ladies, shall we?" He gestured. When Blanche noticed that Skwisgaar was having trouble walking, she giggled at the cuteness then asked him if required some assistance.
"Jag mår bra…I mean, I ams fine…I t'inks…" He drunkenly slurred, as he fell on his ass.
The ladies were amused, but came to his rescue. He had one arm around Blanche and another around Luella. The mysterious Italian woman gleefully followed behind them, sneaking in a playful pat on his bum.
Once they entered his bedroom, the women gently lay the intoxicated Swede on his large, soft, fluffy bed, and the two that carried him pulled off his shirt immediately like a pair of ravenous succubus's and began bathing him in their kisses. "Now, nows, ladies, der's enough of mes for all of yous", he laughed.
"Move aside, ladies, and let Saragina show Mister Skwigelf what ecstasy really is", The Italian beauty pronounced, revealing her name at last.
She walked her voluptuous body over to the bed and placed her spike heel on the edge of it, making herself look like a goddess towering over her object of want.
"Saragina?" he breathed sounding as if he was under hypnosis.
"Yes, mi amore, si, and I am all the woman you need", she said, her dulcet accent giving Skwisgaar goose pimples.
Oh, my gods, who is dis women? I feel like I'ms on de ecstasys right nows or somet'ings. Why dos I feels...so...amazings...?
The other ladies started to puff up with jealousy and glared at Seragina with malice blazing in there eyes. "Hey what about us, sugar?" Luella pouted.
Skwisgaar lay staring at her intensely for a moment before he could speak. "Uuuhhhhhh….Can you ladies gets me de vodka... I lefts it ins da rooms…we was just ins", he babbled.
Though they were reluctant, they did not want to displease their object of obsession, so they complied and left the room. When they returned, they were shocked to find Skwisgaar all alone, passed out on the bed drooling.
"Where the hell did she go?" The elderly woman asked, holding the vodka bottle.
"I dunno", Luella dumbly responded.
Soon enough, they heard the frightening sound of a scream come from down the hall. "What was that?" squeaked Luella.
In a panic Luella plunged herself onto the bed and began to shake Skwisgaar franticly and yell at him to awaken. "Wha-whats", he groaned.
"I just heard a horrible scream from down the hall!" Luella squealed.
"Ah, stops shaking mes! Oh, I t'ink I might t'rows up!" he yelled. "Oh, God, I'm so fucking drunks right now. Oh, my stomach.", he whined.
At that moment Pickles burst into the room in a panic. "Hey, what the hell man, did you 'ear that shit?" he shouted.
"Hears what?" Skwisgaar grumbled, holding his head in his hands.
"Hey there, honey, ain't you, Pickles?", Luella asked flirtatiously, approaching Pickles.
"Oh, hey, yeh, that's me", he said with a goofy half smile on his face, with his green eyes focusing on her beautiful breasts.
"Why, ain't you just the cutest lil' thang I ever seen?" She squeaked, while her pale slender fingers playfully pinched Pickles' little nose.
Pickles smiled slyley and said, "Why, thank you. What's yer name, beautiful?"
"Luella, Luella Devereaux" She announced proudly.
Pickles was beyond trolleyed by now, and was swaying and swaggering a bit. He did try to keep his alcohol filled body stable, but it wasn't happening.
"You okay, honey?" She asked. She then held his small framed body to hers.
"Well, I guess I-hiccup- am now", he said with a goofy laugh.
"Ha, ha! Ya'll are so cute!" She said, giving Pickles a squeeze.
They were now both laughing lustfully with eachother.
"Oh, sorry sug', but I gotta get back in there," Luella said.
"Hey, it's fine, but my room is right down there if you need anything" he said, his intent obvious in his tone.
"Will do", she cheerfully responded, then pranced lightly back to the Swede's room.
Blanche went over to Skwisgaar, and began rubbing his shoulders to make him feel better. "You, okay, sweetie?" she asked.
"Ja, I ams now", he murmured, as he turned to kiss her. "Wait, what was dat sound?" Skwisgaar asked, alarmed, turning away from Blanche.
They all became silent when they heard the scream yet again…it was Toki… "Toki!" Skwisaar screamed, stumbling his way to the hall, almost falling numerous times.
"Fan! My arms!" Toki cried out in the distance.
By the time Skwisgaar made it to his fellow Scandinavian guitarist's aid, he stumbled on his own feet and fell to the floor. "S-Saragina?", he gasped. It was her indeed, and she was grinning at him menacingly. "Ciao, Mister Swigelf", she hissed, then was simply gone.
Skwisgaar was in utter disbelief, and was completely pissed. All he could hear was Toki's bewildered voice saying his name, then…nothing…everything went black...
*********Toki...Toki...please don't leabes me...I don'ts-I don'ts knows...what I's would dos...without...without...
Fin