Jumping into Toki's head isn;'t easy, but it's not hard either. Please review!
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Toki slammed his bedroom door. Stupid dildos, what did they know about rythm guitar?? Ansd Skwisgaar never let up on his skills! Never! He was all like 'they sucks' or 'what was wrong with your guitar'!
No one respected him... to them, he was just a little brother! He'd show them! He'd show them he deserved their respect as a fellow Dethklok member!
He angrily kicked the side of his bed and stubbed his toe.
He didn't care though.
He sat on the edge of his bed, bent down and retrieved the box that had poked out when he had kicked it. It was a shabby old box filld with photographs taken from his home in Lillehammer, he remembered. He hd never bothered to go through them, however.
He needed to blow off some steam, so he decided to go through them now. Maybe looking at them would take his mind off things for awhile.
He tore off the lid and it split in two.
"Pff. Dat sucks," he muttered bitterly.
The photos weren;t arranged or even organized into piles. They were scattered, as if someone had dumped them in here and hidden them. Well, it was pretty much what he had done.
There were poloroids and snapshots and then there were pictures that had actually been developed. Wallet sized phots, portrait sized ones, medium sized ones. Everywhere he looked, though, his face looked miserable. Had his childhood really sucked that much?
Pawing through them was just depressing him more. Then his hand lighted on one that didn't feature him at all.
He picked it out and studied it, not sure what he was seeing.
There was his mother and father, standing next to each other but not touching. That was for the bedroom, he remembered them telling him. No hand holding, no hugging. Bedroom. Well screw them! He was in a band now, he could do whatever he wanted!
But who was the baby?
The closer he looked, the less likely he thought it was him. For one thing, as long as he could remember, his parents had dressed him in black and blue. This baby was wearing black and black. Plus the hair was thicker. Who was this?
He flipped it over, hoping to get a name, and his luch must have been with him.
Scribbled on the back in barely legible handwriting were the words "Anja and Aslaug Wartooth and Freya."
Who was Freya?
Slightly disturbed, he gabbed his Dethphone off the dresser and called home. His parents had only gotten a phone very recently.
Someone answered on the other end, but there was no hello. It must be his father.
"Hello? It's me, Toki," he said.
Aslaug still said nothing. He rarely ever did.
"Can I speaks to mom?" he asked him.
There was a rustling sound and a woman's thin, weak voice said hello.
"Hi, mom! It's me," he said
"Toki Wartooth. You should send letters or something," said his mother in stern Norwegian. Toki, not realizing it, found himself lapsing back into the language of his homeland, too. His language was 100 better.
"Mum, I've been looking through pictures. I found one with a baby in it. I don't think it's me, though, it says Freya on the back. Mom, who's Freya?" he demanded.
There was a pause. His mother obviously didn't want him to know.
"Daughter of a friend," said his mother slowly, as if thinking hard. Toki knew she was lying. But his mother never lied! Who to believe?
He stared into the tin grains of the gray photo in his hand and believed more and more that his parents knew somethinghe didn't.
"Thanks, mom," he said and he hung up.
He sighed and sat back down on his bed, holding the photograph. The baby's name was Freya. No last name. And as far as he knew, neither of his parents had friends outside the church. Why would they lie to him? And ... just why?
He scrunched the photo up in his fist and threw it. It landed a foot away from him, face up.
Perhaps it was the indignity of always being treated like a kid or maybe it wsa the mystery of the baby in the picture, but he wanted out of Mordhaus for awhile. To go back home to Norway. Maybe he could find out for himself.
He got up and went in search of his fellow band members to lay out his demands.
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Uh, oh, Toki really wants to do something about this whole little kid thing. In this, he's 24, because I think that just sound right. PLEASE REVIEW!