Before I start his chapter, I have something to say. First, the woodsy area I describe in this is purely fictional, as I'm sure it doesn't exist where I'm throwing it. Secondly,
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Toki grudgingly led the remaining three band members onto the Hatredcopter, which, compared to the chill winds, was a blazing inferno. Toki uncomfotably removed his jacket.
"Dra til Lillehammer. Det er et leskur der."
Nathan and the others stared at him.
He slapped a hand to his forehead. He had had trouble switching between languages when he was first learning english. He corrected himself.
"I saids go to Lillehammer, dere's a shelter dere!" he said, silghtly irritated. Would it kill these guys to pick up a book? Distantly, he knew his annoyance was misplaced. Anyone's would have been upon finding out that their parents lied to them and that they had a sister they never knew about.
But the shelter was stop two on his list.
"Here!" said Toki, not twenty minutes later.
As the copter descended again, Toki didn;t need to tell his friends to stay behind; they knew how cold it was outside. Skwisgaar, however, stopped him. He stared at him, a strange look on his face, before saying, "hell."
It was the Norwegian word for luck. He was wishing him luck. Strangely sentimental from someone Toki professed to hate at least twice a day.
Nonetheless, Toki appreciated it, jackass as ther Swede could sometimes be. In terms of countries and origins, they were practically neighbors, after all.
Toki left the Hatredcopter and stepped almost directly into the shelter.
The inside wasn't half as bleak as the outside was. The walls had been painted forest green and the trim was a light eggshell color.
There was a desk to his right and an old man was watching him.
"Do you know where there's a girl named Freya Wartooth?" he asked the man.
He seemed to watch him for a moment, before replying, "when she left, she asked me to leave her whereabouts unknown. I'm sorry, Toki Wartooth. I cannot help you."
Toki slumped, feeeling defeaed. Would no one treat him his age? He was 24, not 2! For the first time, he got angry.
He slammed his fist dowon on the desk, making the man jump, and for that he felt a little bad.
"She's my sister! I never knew her growing up and I want to know her now! Please! You have to tell me where she is!" he said in Norwegian. While he spoke, he pulled out the crumpled photograph and flung it at the man.
Unbeknownst to Toki, Nathan and Skwisgaar had followed him in and merely glanced in at him from the doorway.
"Whats he saying? I've never heard him talk like that before," asked Nathan in a hushed voice.
Skwisgaar shrugged. In truth, he knew almost exactly what Toki was saying. Although he wasn't Norwegian, the two countries were side by side and people often crossed borders. He understood enough.
"He wants to knows his sisters," he replied.
The man sighed and pulled something out of a desk drawer in front of him. He slid a battered, once-glossy photo across the desk at him and told him where she had gone.
He looked at the photo. It showed a teenager with long, thick red hair, the color of freshly spilt blood and his same eyes, color and shape exactly. If they hadn't been related, he would have thought her pretty. All he could see of her clothes wasn;t impressive; they looked little more than hand-me-downs.
Toki thanked him and held the picture to his chest.
He wasn't sure why he wanted so badly to know his sister. Maybe it was so he wouldn;t have to be stuck with Dethklok 24-7? No. It was because he wanted some sort of family that didn't chastice him for being him. He was who he was and he couldn't help it.
He went back on board the Hatredcopter and on his way, stopped in to let the pilot know where to go and how to get there.
Dethklok waited for him.
"Dude, is that her?" asked Pickles, pointing to the half concealed photo in Toki's hand.
Toki handed the picture to Pickles and he whistled.
"She looks a lot younger than you. You're not a little brother, are you?" asked Pickles.
Toki shrugged. He hadn't payed it much thought.
Suddenly, they were all thrown sideways. Toki nearly landed in the fireplace.
"YAAAA!!!" he screamed.
The world was tilting, the furniture was falling, things broke and in the turmoil, Toki lost his grip on his sister's photo.
"No!" he cried, but his voice was lost in the turmoil. He distantly heard the Hatredcopter pilot's voice screaming that they had run out of fuel and somethign was wrong with the rotar blades, and then he hit his head on something and blacked out.
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