Explosionklok Chapter 4: Mustakrakishklok, a misc. cartoons fanfic

Hey, I'm a bit pissed off right now, so there might be more violence than usual in this one. Bear with it, violence rules. I swear, if murder were made legal for just an hour, the people I'd off... meh. It'll never happen unfortunately.

Unfortunately, I do not own Metalocalypse or Dethklok. I do, however, own the songs you might not recognize, such as "Dead by dawn," "Mutilated" and Naetasha's song "Bleed in light" . Not saying much, I know, but no stealing.

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The Hatredcopter landed in Finland. Nathan knew it was Finland because much of the countryside was still scourged with burn marks and rubble from their last visit when they'd "accidentally" summoned the lake troll Mustakrakish.

He was surprised Finland hadn't beanned them from the country altogether.

Flame stepped up beside him and joined him at the window, looking out. He glanced sideways a moment, registered again how much shorter she was compared to him, then returned his gaze to the window. He had also noticed she had a holster slung across her upper chest and one shoulder where a sword was slng over her back like a gun holster. He was willing to bet she had a few daggers hidden under the skirt, too. That was totally metal.

"This is Finland, huh?" she muttered.

"Nnn," he grunted, not really answering her.

He left the window and joined his bandmates near the unloading bay where their portable metal stage was susally kept. He joined them inside of it and motioned for Flame to hurry and join them.

"Grab hold of something," he intructed her. If they didn't all at least strap themselves down when the stage fell, they were all apt to end up plastered on the ceiling.

Skwisgaar and Murderface helped strap the harness around her waist and legs and pretty soon she looked like the rest of them did; damned uncomfortable.

"Three," said Toki.

"Twos," said Skwisgaar.

"Let's kill," growled Nathan.

The hatch outside the box opened and they plummeted 300 feet to the very solid ground.

"Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" He heard Flame scream at the top of her lungs. It wasn't girly, exactly. More a combination of a death growl and a terrified yelping, like a dog caught in a burning building. Hmm. Good song title. Burned to death.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Toki was yelling.

"Yaaahaaaaa wooooooooo Woooo hoooo hooooo!" Pickles was cheering, his hands up in the air like he was on some insane roller coaster.

"Yaaaaaaaggghhh!!!"

Their fall slowed considerably when the parachutes outside deployed. He looked over at the new bodyguard. She was white as a ghost without the band's death makeup on and her eyes were wide and petrified. She was shaking and looked like she was going to be sick.

"Everyone get reeady to unstrap," said Nathan. He put his hands near the buckle that would undo the entire harness. The band did the same and Flame, copying them, did as well.

The parachuts collapsed, free-falling the band and the stage the remaining fifty or sixty feet to the ground, crushing half the crowd below. Nathan listened to the grinding crunch of flesh and bone and smiled. Music to his ears.

They had a matter of seconds to unharness themselves, throw them to the side and grab their instruments. Flame quickly got to the very front of the stage, ready for the front of the stage to come down, exposing them to the crowd and the crowd to them.

It did and Finalnd screamed their name. Dethklok. Die for Dethklok.

"He could have Flame grant their wish if need be.

Toki and Skwisgaar started in on their guitars and Pickles, and Murderface, and then him.

"Dead by dawn!

You worthless little maggots,

We fucking hate you all and you're not worth the time,

We should have you stuck up on a platter for the world to stare at

Buckets of blood the doorprizes,

Be dead by dawn

Dead by dawn

Or we'll be comin' knocking

On your door guns cocked

to do the job ourselves!

String you up by the guts

and ride into the dawn

Dead by dawn, dead by dawn dead by dawn, dead by dawn, dead by dawn

DEADBYDAWNDEADBYDAWNDEADBYDAWNDEADBYDAWNDEADBYDAWN!"

It was a new song they'd been working on specifically for the tour and they planned on putting it on their next album. Dead by Dawn.

The crowd was going wild. One moron who tried getting past Flame was immediately sliced across the throat by her sword. She bared it, daring the crowd to come closer. Nathan started in on the next song, supressing a grin. The last time they'd sung this, the lake troll had been summoned. The lake troll was dead now, so no harm in singing it again.

"Musta! Krakish!

Musta! Krakish!

Awaken

Take the land that must be taken

Awaken

Devour words

Smite forsaken

Rise up from your thousand year old sleep!

Break forth from your grave eternally!

I command you to

Rise!

Awaken!

He finished the song and looked automatically towards the nearby lake. Not a ripple. Too bad.

He was looking in the wrong direction. There was another lake troll coming in from the sea. This one was blue and slightly smaller. It had tits. Huh. THAT looked... strange.

It roared and began taring through the crowd, but they took no notice. Flame, however, did. She stared up at it, forgetting the crowd for a moment, her jaw slack.

One fan got past her and Nathan, still singing, this time another song (Mermaider) took the time to clothesline the guy. Flame noticed him and ran towards him. She grabbed the man by the hair, grabbed his chin in her hands and gave a sharp twist. He heard the snap of bone even over the music. She'd snapped his neck.

She dragged him off the stage and into the crowd, continuing her bladed vigil. This time she lifted her skirt and grabbed one dagger, lifted the back (flashing one nicely rounded butt cheek in the process) and grabbed yet another dagger halfway down the back of her thigh. She held them up, showing that she was armed.

He began another new song, this one called Mutilated and watched as Flame claimed yet another life of some piece of scum who tried to get too close. She was now patrolling the stage from one end to the other, checking in with the other two roadies positioned at either end, ready to lend a hand.

"You

will most likely die!

From the hands of my arm

When I come and fly and take off your face!

With the front of my Hatred kopter!" Pickles was helping sing the chorus.

"Hated Kopter!

Hated Kopter!

Hated Kopter!"

He finished that song and then started in on another one from the Dethalbum.

The show was over once the other Lake troll hd finishe destroying most of the crowd. It was now seated on the remains of the corpses and was listening to them play. The moment they stopped, however, it began rampaging again.

Now that most of the crowd was dead or running in terror, Flame abandoned her post and asked him a question. He had to give her one thing for credit, first day on the job and she was bold as brass.

"Let me sing one? Put it back to sleep?" she offered.

Nathan hesitated for one fraction of a second. What if she wasn't metal? Then he remembered what she could do with a sword and handed her his microphone.

"It better be metal," he growled. The rest of Dethklok was looking confused.

"Hey, guys? This may not sound very metal, but just... keep it quiet a minute," she said into the mic.

She took a few deep breaths. The troll was coming closer to them. It reached a hand down towards him and he thought crap. Killed by a troll. Again.

She began singing. Softly, her voice still deep, but melodic. Matched pretty evenly in tune with Pickle's voice, actually.

"Bathed in darkness

Swimming in light

Fall asleep

Never wake up

Bathed in light

Swimming in darkness

Go to sleep

Don't get up

Stop breathing

Lye down

Rest in peace"

"Dude, it's working!" whispered Pickles, playing his drums the quietest Nathan had ever heard. Skwisgaar and Toki were playing the same chords instead of rythm and lead and it was soft enough to put the troll to sleep. Flame kept singing.

"Fear the light

Welcome to dark

Dripping blood

Bleeding red

Go to sleep

Never wake up

Rest in peace and embrace the dark

Go to hell,"

She finished the song. Thr troll was snoring, fast asleep.

"Aw great. Now how do we get it back in the water?" Nathan asked, shoulders slumped, defeated.

His question was answered fifteen minutes later when the troll had been fastened to the Hatredkopter and airlifted back into the water.

Once they were all back on the kopter, Toki jumped on Flame.

"Where dids you learn that song?" he demanded.

She blushed pink and looked down.

"I uh... sorta made it up just then," she admitted.

"What??" Nathan exclaimed. She had simply made it up? On the spot? It took him at least two days to get the songs right! Had it been recorded at the show?

He looked down at his portable recorder and saw the red light was still on. It had been. She didn't have a bad voice and her singing wasn't that bad, but the softness had to go. The lyrics were metal enough. They would give her partial credit if it ever made its way onto an album.

"I think that's the first time anyone not in the band has ever written a song," he said.

She smiled.

"Next stop, Denmark!" said a voice over the intercom.

They were going to Denmark and that was their last stop. After that they would be going back home to Mordhaus.

"Hey, Flame. You wanna sing that song with me onstage this next time?" he asked.

She frowned.

"Who would be up front?" she asked, fingering the dagger under her skirt.

"Roadies," he grunted.

She smiled nervously.

"Sure."

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