A warm sunny day and we are inside. Who cares? Today we are all alone. No Toki, no Murderface, no Pickles, and no Skwisgaar. The only downside? It's onslaught of psychic visions day.
"Domi?" The gravelly voice of
Nathan Explosion calls.
I look up, eyes red rimmed.
"Are you...Why are your eyes red?"
"I've
had terrible, terrible visions. It's almost as if the forces
are working against us," I say sobbing.
"What
forces?"
"Your ex-girlfriend and the military
of course, being my father is a military man who hates
Toki."
"Military?"
I sigh. I need to tell Nathan the visions right away so all of us can stop this. I couldn't bear to think or envision anything that the military might do to Dethklok..
"Look, Nathan..
My father has signed himself up for the military
investigation of Dethklok. He's going to stop at nothing to
shut this band down for good. He'll even make sure that all
of you are killed. My father is a very ruthless man!"
"Your
father?"
"Yes. I had a vision about an hour ago
of him signing an order to bomb Mordhaus. He was shaking
hands with General Crosier and about twelve other guys.
Everyone was killed--except me. I was killed beforehand so I
wouldn't warn you. It was awful. I had to watch scientific
animations of you being blown to pieces or
vaporized."
Nathan stared at me like he couldn't
believe a word that came from my mouth. Yes, I blew up the
cat in the government bag so to speak.
"What about
Rebecca?" He asked nervously.
"I tell you about
a vision of a government plot to kill you and you are more
worried about Rebecca Nightrod?!" I shouted in
frustration.
"She must have something to do with it.
Her father is a diplomat."
Come to think of it, I did see the back of a tall, blonde haired lady in the vision taking to the panel.
"Yes. After she
comes to Mordhaus to settle affairs with the both of
us..."
"What can be more clear than that
message I wrote?"He asked, clearly frustrated that even
now, Rebecca isn't off his back.
"I don't know, but
I got to make sure she doesn't make it out of this house in
one piece when she comes to 'chat'."
"I thought
all of your visions always come true."
"Not
always. Anyone can choose to change the outcome of visions,"
I say as if I am plotting something maliciously evil.
That night, Nathan and I devised a plan to get rid of that zombie bitch once and for all. Then, we fell into passion in his warm, inviting bed.
"Nathan."
"Domi..."
