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Nathan managed a rgim smile and felt a surge of electricity that he usually associtateed with a good show resulting in a fw hundred deaths and above them, the sky darkened and the wind began to blow. The clouds turned red and the day got darker.
Selatcia had two seconds to move away from the funnels when he noticed they were pointed the wrong way and in the wrong place.
"Well done, Mr. Explosion. I congratulate you," he said, smiling grimly. With a whiplike motion, he withdrew the dagger from his shoulder and the wound didn't bleed. It had already begun healing.
Befre he could harm the lead singer, three things happened at once.
A throwing knife went flying past his face and buried itself in the man's stomach. Skwisgaar hd decided to act.
"Dats' fors my sons, you fuckface!" he yelled.
Nate drew her sword and began advancing on the edge of the stage towards Selatcia. Nathan put his hand on her arm, warning her not to climb off.
The funnels exploded, belching out a tongue of flame nearly sisteen feet long. Molten glass, bright orange and flashes of something dark silver exploded out with it and Selatcia's eyeballs were coated in the stuff. He was dead withing seconds.
The rest of the crowd were screaming in pain, fear, panick and elation. They were being killed by Dethklok, and to them, that was a real honor. Brainless morons.
Brainless or not, this was metal. People's faces were melting, their skin bubbling and turning black, layers of yellow fat oozing like candle wax, skulls grinning through. The smell was overwhelming.
He heard someone retching and turned to see Nate losing her stomach contents. Her vomit was a viscuous green-yellow color and her skin was paler than ever. She had never thrown up at the sight of violence before... something nagged at him once more, but he ignored it for the moment.
They started to play one more song to the screams of the dying. As they did so, a few roadies came and placed breathing masks over the band's faces so they didn't inhale anything poisonous. Nate was still throwing up but she managed to strap her mask over her mouth and nose. She looked sick.
They finished their last song and the roadies began packing up their things. Nathanhanded his microphone to the mic cleaner roadie and jumped offstage, slipping in blood and melted skin. He helped everyone down and they began wading their way through the sea of deceased.
Some people were struggling not to throw up long enough to say something to him, smiling toothlessly and he ignored them. Above their heads, the red sky began to cry rain and lightning flashed. Somewhere in the distance, a baby screamed.
"Thor," said Skwisgaar, and he ran ahead of them all, throwing his guitar off his shoulder as he went. It fell to the ground and broke.
Nathan broke into a run, slipping and sliding in spilled blood. Once he almost fell and he heard a sharp cry and looking back, saw that Nate did fall. He doubled back to help her up, took her by the hand and chased after the rest of Dethklok.
If Thor was, indeed, with the rest of the tribunal, then there was a chance they might decide to hurt him. He could see why Skwisgaar was concerned.
They came upon the abandoned warehouse where the Tribunal had supposedly met up and saw a group of six people, all men and one woman. The woman was holding a struggling, crying Thor. The child saw Dethklok and stopped at once.
They all stood there in a row, letting the wind whip up their hair. Nathan gave them his best, most brutal glare. Dethklok had arrived and another Metalocalypse had begun once more. Even where he stood, he heard the cement walkway crumbling into the sea.
Lightning struck the remains of the Tribunal where they stood and the woman suddenly threw the child into the air.
Before he could stop weither of them, Skwisgaar and Nate both dove for him. Nathan saw it all as if in slowmo. Skwisgaar missed and hit the ground. Nate missed as well and landed on top of Skwisgaar. Thor bounced safely off the their backs and landed harmlessly on the ground. He was crying again.
Pickles picked the kid up, unmindful of his wet bottom, and held him close, attempting to shush him.
"Puckle," he said, and he settled down at once.
They all looked to the thunderstruck are of ground. The Tribunal lay dead, electrocuted.
Nate rolled off of Skwisgaar, clutching her stomach below the navel. Her fishnet had been torn and her skirt had ridden up to reveal, plain as day, a pair of plain blue underwear, bikini style.
Nathan went forward to help her up and see what was wrong, but Skwisgaar beat him to it, clutching her by the wrist and hand and setting her on her feet. They both appeared unscathed but Nate still clutched her stomach. Had she hit it?
She hobbled over to Nathan and he saw that she still looked ill.
Something in his mind clicked that made him ignore the joy at having their plan suceed and the weather change. The reason she was stressed, the vomiting, the pale, clammy skin, the outbursts... was she pregnant??
"Oh, god," he muttered, although he had a pretty good idea god had nothing to do with it. He didn't even really believe in god anyway.
"I... didn;t want to tell you... I knew there was already a lot going on with Skwisgaar and Thor and then this... I only found out a few days ago," she confessed.
She let go of her stomach and looked up at him while around the, them storm raged.
"I wasn't sure what to do," she said.
"Did I miss sumthin'?" asked Pickles.
"Shut ups!" said Toki. He had understood, inoccently oblivious as his mind could sometimes be. Naetasha was going to have a baby!
"Uhhhh..." was all he could think of to say. He was pretty sure he was the, dare he even think it, father. He took her for her word that she was no tramp, despite what her louder-than-usual outfit tonight said.
She looked sad. Didn't girls usually get all excited about babies? he wondered.
"Easy, Nathan," said Murderface, showing an unusal display of sensitivity. But he had no intention of getting mad. This was mostly his fault anyway. The condom must have broken or something.
What was it he had said before? About Thor. Any kid of Dethklok's might as well be included in the wierd "family" their band had somehow become. Well, now he was about to join Skwisgaar in the brutalness of child-rearing, although he doubted he would be any good at it.
They all turned and began walkign back towards the stage and the roadies and the piles of melted dead, all still wearing their oxygen masks.
Kids were not metal, he knew that much, but maybe he could make it metal. After all, they were succeeding in making everything else metal.
The Hatredcopter stood waiting, the stage and all their equipment loaded up already.
As Dethklok boarded their transportation back to Mordhaus, the blackbirds came and began feasting on the dead. Nathan watched them out the window as the copter started to take off. He managed a grim smile.
"Go forth and die."
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