Hey, the tribunal is on the move. Wait'll you see the totally awesome sweet metal death I have in store... heeheeheehee METALOCALYPSE all the way...
I have turned Tessa into some kind of a headstrong single mother... bleah. No idea where that came from.
Does it surprise anyone that the best metal band of our generation (1988-present) is a cartoon?
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Tessa brought Thor back home half an hour after the "Puckle" episode.
She hadn't wanted to tell Skwisgaar, in truth, because she hadn't wanted to be the cause of any legal ramifications. Child support, custody trials, visitation rights... she knew the legal system of child custody well. She had once been that tug of war flag and it wasn't fair at all to the boy. He was not a prize to be won at a fair.
Besides. He was growing up pretty much alright as they were living now.
She pulled into the driveway of their one-floor home, which was really just a glorified shanty. It canted to the east a bit because the cement blocks it stood on were a bit uneven, but it was paid for and that was all that mattered.
She unbuckled the boy from his car seat and brought him and his sippy cup inside. He was getting drowzy and he needed a nap.
She flicked on the living room lights and at first she didn't register what her eyes were seeing.
A man was standing in her living room combination dining room.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice a little shaky. In truth she was terrified. This man had a dager stuck in one shoulder and a gleam in his eyes that told her he didn't give up. She didn't know how she knew, but this man was crazy. And dangerous.
Instinctively, she clutched her son tighter to her chest, dropping the sippy cup.
"I've come for the child," the man said softly, drawing out his words.
He was going to take him, she just knew it.
She turned out the front door and ran to her car, clutching her son as if he were a lifeline. She wouldn't give him up without a fight. Now that Skwisgaar knew, he would flay her alive if she lost him.
She was stopped in her tracks from behind, although she didn't feel anyone;s hands on her. Why couldn't she move her body? What was this? She was frozen!
"Very good," said the man and she looked around with her eyes. He was taking the child out of her arms! Why the fuck couldn't she move!!!!
"No!" she managed to gag out. Her voice had been momentarily frozen as well. He had the boy in his arms now.
She could move again.
She tried to kick him but an unnatural heavy fog came and he had vanished.
She dropped to her knees, unable to believe it. A madman had just kidnapped her son.
She began sobbing, sucking in huge gasps, hyperventilating. Skwisgaar. Dethklok. She had to let them know.
She staggered to her feet once more and ran inside the house, such as it was. Grabbing her cell phone, she tried dialing the number Skwisgaar had called her from but her fingers were shaking too badly. She hung up and tried again and this time she got it right.
"Hellos?"
She was crying too hard, breathing too heavily, to articulate anything but managed to say his name.
"Whoa whoa, slows downs! Who is dis?" he demanded.
"T-tessa! Skwisgaar, you guys h-have to c-come! He took Thor, he took the baby, he's gone!" she sobbed, and she broke down crying again.
"Whats? Someones tooks de baby?? Who? Where is yous!" Skwisgaar demanded. From the background she could hear other people start talking.
"I'm... on... dearborn avenue, about fifteen miles from Mordhaus... I dunno what to do," she gasped. She began hyperventilating again. Her baby was gone! What on earth was she going to tell the police? That a man had frozen her with some mind powers and taken her child only to disappear in a fog? It sounded absurd!
"I'lls be rights dere," said Skwisgaar and he hung up.
She collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
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Skwisgaar hung up the phone, not sure what he felt. He had only just met his son and the news that he had been kidnapped... why did he suddenly feel... protective?
"Thor was kidnapped??"
"What happened?"
"Dude, what is it?"
"Um... Tessa says dat Thor was babys nappeds," he replied.
"Dude! Not cool!" Pickles exclaimed. It seemed he had forgiven the child for giving him a new nickname.
"Well, we gotta go!" said Nathan, growling.
"I thought you didn't like kids?" said Pickles.
"This is different. It's Skwisgaar's kid and any kid of Dethklok is a uh... Dethklok member, yeah. So we go!" he corrected him, and he left the room.
"To the murdercycleeeeee!" cried Pickles in his odd Wisconsin accent and the rest of them followed him out the door.
Meanwhile...
Selatcia returned to their temporary base just thirty miles from Mordhaus, in an abandoned warehouse. The rest of the Tribunal waited for him there.
"Great, you got the boy!" congratulated Jhonen.
"I dunno... kidnapping small children? It just doesn't feel right to me," muttered Derek. He was the only one who had felt uneasy about the plan.
The boy was starting to wake up and when he did, he would see that Selatcia was not his mother and the warehouse was not his home. He might even begin to cry. They could not let that happen.
He handed the boy to Melinda and turned towards the outer door, where a military copter waited for them.
"We go now," he instructed them.
"Not just yet sir, we have to refuel," said the pilot.
Dammit.
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They rrived at the broken down little shanty and Nathan parked the Murdercycle just beuind her car. Pickles had jumped out before any of them. It seemed he had taken a sudden liking to the kid.
Nate climbed off the backseat of the bike, what had become her customary "sidecar" and followed the rest of them into the house. The door had been left open.
Tessa lay on the floor crying hysterically, her blonde hair plastered to her neck and face.
Nathan watcheed as Nate rushed forward and gently helped the older woman up off the floor and put an arm around her thin shoulder. She looked like shit. Her face was all blotchy and red.
Then again, if he had just discovered he had a kid and they had been taken, he would be pissed too.
"Hush, what happened?" said Nate gently, stroking the hair out of Tessa's face.
"A man... t-took Thor... We had just come home and I was gonna put him down for a nap, why did he do this?" she sobbed. Her crying shook her entire body and before she could fall again, Nate steered her onto a nearby couch that looked as if it had seen better days.
In truth, none of the members of Dethklok had known Nate had a sympathetic bone in her body. What else didn't they know about her? They had found out just about everything the other day and they still didn't know her very well. Nathan felt a surge of unexpected pride in her.
"Dude, what'd dis guy look like?" asked Pickles.
"Yeha, we'll drill a hole in his head for ya!" added Murderface.
"I don'ts thinks you're helping, Murderface," said Toki.
"I dunno, he had... a suit on, white and his hair was long. There was a knife on his shoulder," she described, looking at a loss.
No one needed to know the man's name to know who he was.
Selatcia.
"I knew it," growled Nate.
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