Ha, I got it done! Yay! Sorry it took me so long to finish.
Okay, this is an interesting chapter. First off, it has magic in it! In later chapters there will be more magic and there will be two, I believe, chapters that'll have some kind of creature in it. I just hope this chapter turns out okay, but it might make the girls seem a little malicious-which is not what I intended.
Okay, this is important. I've been thinking about doing this for a while and I'm still thinking. I might write out actual sex scenes in the next two chapters because I know what it's like to be teased to no end, and I've been coy with all my previous chapters. If I do write sex scenes, then I'll either only do it in those two chapters, or continue to write themI might also do sex scenes with other characters. I'm not completely sure. Anyway, send me a comment on what you think I should do. Thanks.
However, this chapter is important to the plot for two reasons. 1. It has some major foreshadowing in it (something I've always wanted to try my hand at). In this chapter it'll be hard to tell what is foreshadowing, but it might make more sense in the next chapter. 2. We get to learn a little more about Amelia, and a bit about her past time. (I've been trying to flesh out the girls more, and I think this chapter will help us to see a bit more about her.) 3. It also gives me an opportunity to explore something very different and unexpected. (After all, most of what I've been writing is me exploring them in different situations-thus far it's turned out good-so I'm sure this one will to.)
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The Tribunal
Senator Stampingston walked in front of the large television towered over him. He stood before the Tribunal ready to give them the most recent Dethklok news; which was a very recent discovery found in an old cave.
"There has been a new find by some of our archeologists'," he said. The screen behind him changed to show a picture of a tablet. "This tablet, we believe has some interesting information about Dethklok and their girlfriends." The screen zoomed in to show the engravings of five girls that were standing beside engravements that closely resembled Dethklok. "It is still unknown what it truly means, but it could mean that the girls were meant to be with Dethklok."
Mr. Selatcia stared the screen. This recent discovery only confirmed what he already knew. He knew that the girls were meant to be with them. He also knew that they each possessed a power of their own and it was only a matter of time until they learned the truth. He allowed them to make this discovery only because he knew he was rapidly running out of time.
"If these girls are now appearing in tablets with Dethklok," General Crozier began", then they pose a threat just as dangerous as Dethklok."
"Who knows what undiscovered powers they may have," Vater Orlaag added.
"We should kill them before they are able to influence Dethklok in any way," Crozier said.
"No," Mr. Selatcia commanded. "We must wait."
Amelia Dahlia Ryder's Past Time
Amelia groggily awoke that morning. She moved a piece of her blonde out of her eyes and glanced around Murderface's room. It was dark for an early morning. She carefully sat up and glanced at the torture devices. She smirked remembering all the incredible nights they had spent together.
After doing the usual things she did in the morning, she made her way through the hallways of Morhaus. She walked up the narrow winding staircase and entered her private room. All the girls had rooms to themselves somewhere in Mordhaus. Hers just happened to be in the top of Mordhaus. It was perfect for her past time, witchcraft.
She had been a Wiccan for years, and practiced several different forms of witchcraft. She had set up an alter in the center of the room, a fireplace was in the far wall and had a cauldron. She also had bookshelves filled with books of the craft. She decided to become a Wiccan mostly to spite her parents who were avid Mormon's.
She sat down on the window seat. The clouds were gathering, a storm was approaching rapidly. She inhaled deeply, she knew trouble was coming. She shook it off and proceeded with her usual morning spell for good fortune and health.
"That damn dog," Bianca muttered through clenched teeth.
"It's just a dog," Drew said. She held the tiny dog Princess in her hands.
"Why don't you try keeping it away from my things then," Bianca said beginning to calm down.
"It's not my dog," Drew responded. "Besides, I think she's adorable."
"Whose dog is it?" Angelina asked staring at the small Pomeranian pup.
"It's one of the roadies," Drew informed them.
"Oh yea," Vanessa began", I believe they got it from one of those girls who came by a while back."
"You mean, it could be Whitney's dog?" Angelina inquired.
"Possibly," Vanessa responded.
"Where's Amelia?" Drew asked to change the subject.
"I don't know," Bianca said.
Amelia began blowing out the last candle. She was about to head down to meet the girls. A knock at the door interrupted her. She stood up and walked over towards it. She hoped that it wasn't the girls, or the guys, or Murderface. She wasn't quite ready to divulge her secret just yet. She opened the door just a crack to glance out of her door.
"There you are," Angelina said. "We were wondering where you were."
"I was just about to meet you with you all," Amelia told them. "Whose dog is that?"
"We're not sure," Drew informed her", but it could be one of the roadies."
The dog yelped a few times, that was supposed to pass for a bark. Amelia smiled but kept the door opening narrow.
"When are you going to let us in?" Angelina asked.
"When I'm ready," Amelia retorted.
"I see," Angelina said.
Angelina decided she wanted to know what Amelia was hiding. It was going to be revealed sooner or later. Amelia moved away from the door. Before she could close it Angelina pushed against it. Amelia lost her grip and the door opened. Angelina and the other girls walked inside quickly. Amelia watched them glance around her private room. She toyed with a lose strand of her hair nervously.
"So, what is all this?" Bianca asked curiously.
"It's um," Amelia was still afraid to tell them.
"You're a witch," Angelina said.
"A Wiccan," Vanessa added. "I recognize some of this stuff from New Orleans."
"Well," Amelia felt panic fill her body.
"That's so cool," Drew muttered looking at the alter.
"This is what you were afraid to tell us?" Angelina asked.
"I wasn't sure how'd you feel about it," Amelia said sheepishly.
"It doesn't bother me at all," Vanessa said.
"Really?" Amelia asked.
"Not at all," Vanessa said.
Princess
The girls were walking through the halls. They were mostly talking about the recent discovery of Amelia's past time. Drew still held the tiny dog in her arms. Princess was calm until they came close to Dethklok's studio. She began barking loudly.
"What's wrong with her?" Angelina asked.
"I don't know," Drew responded trying to calm Princess down. "Ouch," Princess suddenly leapt onto the ground and began running", she bit me."
"Catch her," Angelina shouted.
The tiny dog turned into the studio still yelping wildly. Angelina ran after her, the girls followed behind her. The dog had already begun interrupting the rehearsal. Princess had a hold of Toki's pants leg.
"Gets the dogs off of mes," Toki shouted trying to shake her off.
Angelina tried to grab her, but Princess was too smart. She let go and ran from her. She ran around the studio barking. She managed to tear at a few things and avoid capture. The tiny dog stopped in front of Nathan and continued yelping.
"Shut up," Nathan yelled at the ball of fur.
Princesses immediately turn around and ran behind Angelina. Angelina lifted her up and held onto her tightly.
"At least she stopped barking," Vanessa muttered.
"What the hell is that thing doing here?" Murderface asked irritated.
"Aw, she got scared," Drew said taking the small dog from Angelina. "You don't have to be scared," she told the dog trying to comfort it.
"It's dangerous," Toki muttered pointing at the small dog.
"It's only a dog," Amelia said.
"It's stills attacks Toki," Skwisgaar said.
"She didn't mean any harm," Drew told them. "She just got a little scared that's all."
"It interrupted our practice," Pickles told her.
"Don't worry about it," Angelina said", you'll never have to see it again."
"Why are you defending that dog over us?" Murderface asked.
"What are you talking about?" Bianca asked curiously.
"You should be worried about-"
"We're not slaves," Angelina interrupted. "We're free to have our own opinions."
Everyone turned to stare at her. No one spoke for several minutes, not even Princess made a sound.
"Pft," Skwisgaar finally said crossing his arms. "Arents wes more imprtants than a stupids dogs?"
"She's not stupid," Drew countered. "She's just a dog."
"She trieds to take my legs off," Toki told her.
"She couldn't have done any damage," Vanessa said. "Look how small she is."
"Just get ride of it," Nathan said.
"You can't mean kill her," Drew said stunned.
Nathan just shrugged his shoulders.
Drew tried to say something back, but couldn't think of anything. She turned and ran out of the studio with the small dog. Bianca rolled her eyes and followed her.
"I can't believe we're fighting over a dog," Angelina muttered to herself. She turned to face them", well I hope you're happy," Angelina was about to leave but paused to hear Murderface's comment.
"Don't die this time," Murderface said with a small chuckle.
Angelina turned and gave him the finger before leaving.
"That was uncalled for," Amelia whispered. She sighed and walked out with Vanessa following behind her.
An Idea
"I can't believe he would want her killed," Drew said through teary eyes.
"I don't think eh," Bianca began but trailed off. She knew better than to tell a white lie that not even Drew would believe. "Well, he was just mad that's all."
"How can you be married to him?" Drew asked Angelina.
"He's not that bad," Angelina said. She took a seat on Drew's bed beside Bianca.
"I can't believe we had all had a fight about a dog," Amelia muttered. "I mean, after all the things we've gone through and we argue about a small dog."
"Perhaps they have forgotten what could happen," Vanessa muttered.
Angelina shuddered. Last time she had gotten into a truly serious argument with Dethklok, she nearly died. She paused and glanced over at Amelia. "Maybe they just need to be reminded."
"I'm sorry," Amelia said", I don't know what you mean."
"Isn't there a spell or something that won't hurt them, but just let them know that we shouldn't be arguing?"
"Angie," Amelia was caught off guard.
"Is there something?" Angelina asked once again.
"Well, there is this one spell. It affects the dreams," Amelia informed her."You can have them see what you want in their dreams."
"So, we can die in their dreams?" Angelina asked intrigued.
"If you wanted to," Amelia said with a nod. "Why?"
"Let's do it," Angelina said.
"You can't be serious," Vanessa said.
"We wouldn't be hurting anyone. It's just a dream," Angelina said. "This can be just a kind of reminder of what could be."
"You know something," Bianca stood up", I think we should. I mean, as long as no one gets hurt. They won't would they?"
"No, it's just a dream," Amelia said.
"Then it's settled," Angelina said. "What do we need to do?"
"No, it's not settled," Amelia told her. "This is wrong. We shouldn't practice magic just to-"
"Met our own ends right?"
"Don't be smart Angie. Something could go wrong; we don't know the consequences of this. Besides this is just an argument. We'll get over it like always."
"If we're fighting over a dog then that'll lead to a bigger fight. All these small fights always do," Angelina said. "Let's just give it try and see what happens. I'm sure you know what you're doing, and no one will be hurt."
Amelia sighed and thought about it. "Fine," she finally said. "Get me a sample of their hair."
"Sounds easy enough," Bianca said.
Amelia walked out of Toki and Drew's bedroom to get started on the spell. There was a lot that needed to be done in order for it to work.
"I can't," Drew said sitting up. "I can't do something like that to Toki."
"We're not going to hurt them," Bianca told Drew. "It's only a dream. I guess it'd be like a nightmare wouldn't it."
"Yea, a nightmare of some sort," Vanessa agreed.
"Okay," Drew said. She still didn't like the idea.
Geneva and Charles
Charles walked into the bedroom quietly. Geneva was standing over Jonathan's crib. She had finished tucking him for the night. She turned to see Charles watching her. She kissed the baby good night and walked towards him. Charles closed the door and held up some papers.
"How are you?" Charles asked.
"I'm doing all right. Just a little tired," Geneva responded. "What are those for?"
"These are some of accounting records," Charles said.
"Is there something wrong?" Geneva asked. She pulled the papers out of his hands. She scanned through them quickly. She had found several problems. "I'll fix it, you don't need to worry."
"Listen, I think you might be too busy with Jonathan and all. Maybe I could-"
"I can still do my job you don't have to worry about that."
"I just don't want any problems to arise," Charles said. "Bad things happen if you aren't careful."
"Right," she muttered.
She turned and headed back to her office. This hadn't been the first time they'd fought over paperwork. It was really beginning to bother her.
Witches' Brew
Amelia quickly got to work making the spell. It was a mixture of a spell and a potion. It was simpler than most spells she did, but it had its complications. The spell had to be done right as they fell asleep. They'd have to be specific when stating their wish, as was usually the case. The truly hard part would be to figure out which element the other girls were. The best she could figure was that Angelina was fire, Bianca was water, Vanessa was earth, and Drew was Air. That left her with the sixth element, the spirit.
She was setting the altar with the Wiccan star, and putting the candles in their places. She already put the offerings to the goddess in the center. She turned to see the teenage kid standing under the doorframe.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"A spell," Amelia told him.
"Oh," he walked towards the altar. "Can I help?"
"If you want. I thought you had a job somewhere in Mordhaus."
"They'll never miss me," He replied.
"Oh, okay."
"All right," Angelina muttered to herself. "Get a hair sample, easy enough."
She had formulated a quick plan. It wasn't anything to complicated, just a spontaneous action. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she decided to give it a try. She stood at the turn of a corner and waited. Once she finally saw Nathan, walking alone, towards her she smiled.
She straightened her back and walked out from her corner. Without saying a word, she made her move. She smirked and randomly began kissing him deeply. Nathan backed against the wall as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. She carefully moved her hand towards his dark hair. She gently massaged her tongue against his.
She heard footsteps approaching nearby; before they departed she pulled out a few strands of hair. He didn't feel the strands being pulled. She gently pulled and smiled. One of the roadies turned a corner and paused to watch the two. She turned and walked down the hallway and past the roadie still smirking. Nathan just watched her leave and shrugged his shoulders.
Bianca just decided to be upfront about it. She took a seat beside Skwisgaar. He was practicing his guitar as usual. She thought he looked handsome. She had a sudden urge to start kissing him, and going further. She forced her brain to focus. He glanced over at her for a brief second. He didn't want her to know that he had been waiting for her.
They didn't say a word. Bianca decided to just get it over with. If she didn't do it now, then Angie would never let her live it down. She quickly reached over and pulled out a lock of his hair. He flinched and stared at her. She didn't respond in anyway. Skwisgaar moved down the seat slightly away from her. She sighed and left. She was just glade to have it over with.
Vanessa decided to get her hair sample the easy way. She walked into the bathroom, and pulled out loose strands of red hair that had fallen. This way she didn't have to get Pickles involved. She placed them in small baggie to make sure that she didn't lose them. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She checked her make up and her hair. She was thin, short black hair, and dark eyes. She ran a hand through her hair and left.
Drew didn't want to pursue the spell. She did her best to avoid Toki the rest of the day. It was early evening and she needed to get the hair sample. She toyed with her fingers as she walked into the bedroom. She had a pair of scissors in her hand. She saw him sleeping in the bed and giggled. He always looked so adorable when he slept.
"I'm so sorry," She whispered to herself.
She knelt down beside the bed. Warily she cut off a small portion of hair. The scissors cut through it easily. The hair fell to the ground. Drew picked up the hair stood back up.
"I'm really sorry," she whispered once more and left.
Geneva had been watching the girls. They had all been acting strange, and two were pulling out hair. She managed to get a hold of the teenage kid and made him explain what was going on. She was surprised how honest he was. She promised not to tell if he got her a sample of the potion Amelia was making. It didn't take him long to bring her some, and took off just as quickly.
She kept it on her desk. She wasn't sure if it was something she wanted to do or not. She had a hair sample from Charles. The kid had told her what to say, and when to drink the potion. Even though she was a little agitated, that didn't mean she didn't love him. She placed the hair inside the potion and just stared at it. It changed from a blue color to a dark red. She sighed holding it in her hands. She knew the words, but couldn't bring herself to say them.
"Well, it's just a dream after all," she muttered to herself. "Okay," she said and exhaled deeply. "I want him to know what it would be like if I left him," She said and drank the potion. "So mote it be."
She placed the cup down and continued to stare at it. She wondered if it would work. What kind of dream would result from it?
"Did you get your sample?" Angelina asked Amelia.
"Yes," she responded rolling her eyes. "It wasn't that hard."
They were all sitting around an altar. A white star rested in the center, and sat at each tip. Candles surrounded it. The teenage kid stood in the background. He didn't want to say a word in fear of ruining the spell. He watched them eagerly.
"Okay, I think I know what elements you are and I have you all seated in the proper direction," Amelia informed them.
"What element am I?" Drew asked curiously.
"Air," Amelia told her.
"Oh, that's cool," Drew said with a smile.
"All right," Amelia said inhaling deeply. "Goddess hear me on this night. Bless me and my friends as we are in need of your help." Amelia lifted her glass, and the other girls did the same. "We have been hurt and wish to send a simple warning. " She swallowed quickly. She held the cup filled with the green potion close to her mouth. "I want him to know what it would be like if," she swallowed once again", I died."
She began drinking. Angelina moved her cup closer towards her mouth.
"I want him to know what it be like if I died," If I truly died she added in her head. She began drinking hers.
"I want him to know what it would be like if I died," Bianca said as quickly as she could. She began gulping hers down.
Vanessa sighed", I want him to know what it would be like if I left." She began drinking the potion as if it were any other beverage.
"I want him to," Drew began but paused. She glanced down at the potion. She was still terrified that he would get hurt. She glanced at the other girls. "Know what it would be like if I," she tried to continue but was still finding it hard. "If I left," she whispered and rapidly drank the potion.
"So mote it be," Amelia said finishing the spell.
"So mote it be," the other girls said.
"Now what?" Bianca asked.
"Now," Amelia began", we let them dream and wait."
DethConcert
The guys were backstage still getting ready for their show. The fans were outside cheering loudly and anxiously awaiting to see the band Dethklok perform. The roadies were running around making sure everything was set up correctly. Unfortunately none of them knew that an assassin was in the audience waiting.
Princess scurried past the dressing room. Drew lifted her into the arms and carried her into the dressing room. Princess yelped loudly irritating the guys.
"Well you shut that dog up!" Pickles said angrily.
"She's just saying hi," Drew responded.
"Wells, she hates mes," Toki said walking over towards them.
"No, she doesn't," Drew said.
Toki reached out to try and pet Princes. But she just growled and threatened to bit him. Toki quickly pulled his hand away.
"I think we should put it to sleep," Murderface muttered.
Drew hugged the dog tighter to her chest.
"It's just a dog," Angelina finally said.
"It's still annoying, so uh yea," Nathan replied.
"Whatever," Angelina said walking out of the dressing room.
Drew followed behind her.
"Whys ares theys so obesseds with that dogs?" Skwisgaar asked.
"Okay," Charles said walking inside. "It's time to go on stage."
The guys walked out of the dressing room. They walked past the girls without saying a word. Drew still held the small dog in her arms. They stood on the platform that was about to be raised to the main stage. Nathan glanced over at Angie as the platform began moving. The others began playing the music as the audience cheered loudly.
Once the platform was fully levitated, Nathan began singing. It was the first song he ever sang for Angelina.
Tonight
Your red hair of fire
Your pale skin
The temptress of the night
Your nails forced deep into my heart
Deep into my heart
The assassin began putting his gun together. It had been hidden under her jacket. She had long wild midnight black hair. She managed to keep it tied up using a hairband. She had on a red dress, and a white top. The jacket was black and thick. Her eyes were a deep sea green. She stood in the center of the audience and was getting ready to fire her gun.
We can run into the night
The corpses we are
Backstage, the girls had gotten a better view of the show. Drew was still holding Princess. Princess saw a something moving and began barking. She got overly excited and managed to escape Drew's arms and ran onto the stage.
And celebrate our night of hell
Our night of hell
Just stay with me
And we can die together
The girls immediately ran after her. Angelina ran out on stage first. Nathan stopped singing and turned to stare at her. Princess stopped in front of Pickles drums and began barking.
"Shut up," Pickles said and threw a drum stick at her.
Angelina glanced at the audience and saw the woman holding out the gun. It was aimed directly at Nathan. She ran out in front of him. The bullet cut through her skull. Someone screamed as she fell onto the stage.
"No," Nathan shouted.
The roadies ran in front of Dethklok to protect them. They fired their guns at the audience hoping to hit the murder. Several of the fans were dying from being shot. The girls ran onto the stage to try and get to their lovers.
Somehow, one of the speakers was pushed over. The large box fell and crushed Amelia killing her instantly. Bianca was pushed off of the stage by one of the roadies and fell onto a large spike that had been placed there for decoration. The roadie saw what had happened and ended up shooting himself from the guilt.
Drew managed to break through. Toki held her close to him. They were pulled off the stage. Vanessa managed to find Pickles. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the Dethklok bus. Charles and Geneva were already on the bus waiting. It sped off from the scene.
Funerals
"Today we bury three beautiful women," a priest was saying.
He stood on the opposite side of the plots to face the audience. The coffins rested just above the holes in ground. The roadies managed to keep out the fans and the mass media; any that threatened to go to far were killed or several beaten. It was cloudy day and slight wind was blowing.
"Their bodies may be resting in the earth, but their souls are at peace," he said and bowed his head.
"I can't believe it actually happened," Geneva muttered to Charles. "I just never thought it would have happened."
The coffins were lowered into the holes. Murderface held his large knife and was cutting deep into his skin. He hadn't been carrying it around with him since he met Amelia. Toki and Drew were the only ones truly crying. The others were trying to hide their emotions from the public. Skwisgaar did his best to keep his silent tears from falling, but it was no use.
The coffins were finally placed into the large plot holes. The tombstones had been set up. The large an extravagant marble stones told the world who was being laid to rest. People walked by the graves, some tossed a handful of sand, a few dropped roses into the holes, but most just walked by. Nathan walked towards Angelina's grave and stared at her coffin. He dropped the black rose into the hole and watched it land atop the coffin.
Departure
They walked back into Mordhaus. They had seen it fit to bury the girls in Mordland cemetery, which wasn't far from their house. They had a silent dinner that night. No one said a word. Murderface had forced the blade deep into his arm. Blood was gushing from the constant pressure being forced onto it. Now that Amelia was gone, there was no reason to continue living.
Nathan couldn't stop thinking about Angelina. They had spent most of their relationship arguing. It began with wanting children. They were able to get past that, and had gotten married. Her flaming red hair, her purple eyes, and her beautiful body kept appearing in his head. He remembered how her lips curved into a slight pout. He wanted to kiss those lips one last time.
Skwisgaar couldn't eat. He merely toyed with it, but never took a bit. Nothing would ever replace Bianca cooking-not even Jean Pierre's food. The dish she made was a simple dish of tamales. She said it was a family recipe that began in Mexico. He pushed the plate away and decided to practice his guitar. He began practicing the song he had made for Bianca.
After dinner Drew had gone up to her room. Having witness Angelina, Amelia, and Bianca's death frightened her. She knew it would only be a matter of time until she was killed. What if she ended up like Jean Pierre? Severally mutilated, or in extreme pain, unable to stop it. Would Toki still love her if she didn't look pretty?
She was too terrified and didn't want to stay to find out. She began packing her things. She could feel her eyes water. Loose tears would fall and stream across her cheeks. She zipped up her last bag and handed it to one of the roadies. She walked towards the front. Drew was half glad, and half depressed that she hadn't run into Toki. She had left a note explaining everything in his room.
Toki walked towards his room. He glanced around and noticed that Drew's stuff was missing. A note had been left on his desk. He lifted it and began reading.
Toki, I'm so sososososo sorry about this. I'm just so scared, I don't want to die. I'm…I'm…I'm leaving. I can't stay. It's better if I don't stay-I'm sorry. I still love you, and only you.
Love, Drew
Toki's hand shook, he dropped the letter. He ran out of his room and towards the front door. He hopped that he could catch her before she left. He could comfort her back into staying. She had to stay. If she still loved him, she would stay.
He saw a few roadies standing by the door. They watched him run out of Mordhaus calling for her. She was gone. The car had driven her away from him, forever.
"Drew," he shouted tears running from his eyes.
Departure II
Vanessa sat in the doctor's office. She had been feeling odd for the past few days. She had a check up earlier that week. The doctor thought he saw something and ordered a cat scan. She didn't think it would be anything serious, so she didn't worry about it. The doctor walked inside and closed the door behind him.
"So," Vanessa said", find anything?"
"Well, I don't know how to tell you this." He pulled up a seat."You have lung cancer. I don't know for sure how long you have to live."
"Oh my God," she muttered in shock.
Pickles walked into his room. A suitcase rested on the bed. Vanessa placed a few clothes inside it and forced it shut.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
She bit her lower lip. She couldn't tell him that she had lung cancer. Not after what had happened with the other girls. She decided to make easier for him.
"I'm leaving," she forced herself to say.
"Dear God why?"
"I just," she wasn't sure what excuse to say. "I just have to."
"You can't," he pleaded. "I'll do anything you want, just don't leave."
Vanessa forced herself to not cry. She pulled the suitcase off the bed and made for the door. Pickles grabbed her wrist forcing her to stop. He fell to his knees hoping that she would change her mind.
"You can't leave me; I'll do anything you want. I'll," he thought about it for a second. "I'll quite drinking for you. Please don't go."
Vanessa froze in shock. She'd never met anyone like him. She knew she never would again, but her life was going to end. She couldn't let him see her sick. She pulled her hand away and tearfully walked out of his room.
"Why?" Pickles shouted. He whispered ", I love you."
Departure III
Geneva was wearing a black button up shirt with a matching black skirt. She stood in Charles office. She had placed a piece of paper on the table. She decided to treat this as professional as possible. It was better to have it happen sooner than later, before things really got out of hand.
She watched the door open, and Charles walked inside. He fixed his glasses and saw Geneva standing beside his desk. She didn't change her stance. He walked towards her.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I'm sorry, but I have to think of what's best for Jonathan." She glanced at the paper resting on the table. "We've been arguing over small things, but it will get worse eventually, it always does. I mean we can't even agree on what story to read Jonathan anymore. Since the girls are gone, there isn't a reason for me to stay anymore."
Charles furrowed his brow. He didn't respond. He couldn't. Not to her.
"I'm leaving you," she finally said", and I'm taking Jonathan with me. I'm sorry, I truly am." She looked at the floor and then back up at him. "The papers are done; you just need to sign them. If there's anything you want changed in it feel free to change it. Goodbye."
She walked around him and left his room. Charles watched her leave still speechless. He made his way to his desk and picked up the paper. It was divorce papers, everything was in order. He dropped the paper and removed his glasses. For the first time in his life, he cried.
Argument
"I can'ts believes she lefts," Toki said.
The band was eating breakfast. Murderface still had his large knife, and was still using the large blade to cut himself. Skwisagaar still refused to eat anything; instead he continued to practice Bianca's song on his Gibson guitar. Nathan hadn't spoken a word to the others since the funeral. He continued to think about Angelina. Pickles had covered his ears. He was getting tired of hearing Toki talk about his problems.
"Why woulds she leaves? There haves to be a ways to gets her backs," Toki said.
"Shut up, shut up, just shut up," Pickles shouted. "You think you're the only with problems?"
"I was just-"
"Vanessa left me to," Pickles interrupted. "But I'm not ranting about it you doucebag"
"I'm nots-" Toki tried to say.
"pft, crybaby," Skwisgaar said glancing over at him. "Why don'ts yous runs homes to mommy."
"Why don't we just kill you," Murderface muttered.
"I was just sayings that I coulds gets her back," Toki went on.
"Why don't you face it? She left and she's not coming back!" Pickles shouted.
"Hello," Charles said walking into the dinning hall. He sighed and stared at them. "We have a-"
"Robot," Murderface muttered under his breath. "Would you just like to watch us kill ourselves. Maybe then you'd be happy."
"I cans gets her backs," Toki retorted", just yous waits and sees. Yous just sayings that's because yous can'ts get Vanessa backs."
"Doucebag, I'm going to kill you," Pickles said. He stood up and was about to fight when Charles interrupted.
"Why don't you both just fucking shut up and sit down," Charles shouted. "I'm tired of you always getting into trouble and coming to me to bail you out. Well fuck it, if you want to lose your career and everything else then go ahead. I quit."
Charles turned and walked out of the dinning hall. Dethklok watched him leave without saying a word.
"Whats with hims?" Skwisgaar asked.
Depression
After breakfast Nathan walked to Mordland cemetery. It didn't take him long to find Angelina's tombstone. Angelina, Amelia, and Bianca had the three largest tombstones in the entire cemetery. He stood in front of her grave and felt a tear fall.
Angelina had peeked into the bedroom to check on Nathan. She couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. The girls separated for the evening. Angelina decided to get a night time snack. She easily found the kitchen. She had gotten so used to walking through Mordhaus by now.
Jean-Pierre was asleep. She opened the fridge and pulled out some peanut butter and strawberry jam. She found the bread resting on the counter. She proceeded to make herself a sandwich. She paused feeling something. She suddenly felt depressed, extremely depressed. She began crying, but nothing stopped the grief.
"No," Nathan shouted and collapsed onto Angelina's grave. He finally began to grief.
Angelina had fallen onto the hard cold floor. She was crying her eyes out. The sadness was too much for her to handle. She felt as if her heart burst. Then it stopped. She lifted herself off of the floor and stared around the kitchen.
"Oh, Nathan," she muttered to herself. "I'm sorry."
Suicide
Amelia decided to stay in her secret room. She wasn't sure what would happen now that the spell had been said. She sat in front of the altar. The outside wind was beginning to pick up.
Murderface had placed his large knife on the bed. There truly was no reason to continue living. He climbed up on top of the large steel chair, the rope hanging in front of him. He carefully placed the noose around his throat. He glanced down at the floor. He held a picture of Amelia in his hands. He inched closer towards the edge of the seat. He was going t end his pain forever.
Amelia suddenly felt something tight around her neck. She lifted her hand, but couldn't feel anything. Suddenly she felt her throat tighten. She was being choked. She closed her eyes trying to make the pain stop. Another minute, it was over.
She glanced around. The pain was gone, and she was lying on the floor. She slowly lifted herself up and began rubbing her neck.
"What was that?" She asked herself.
She stood up and walked towards her spell book. The dream spell, she began reading. On the second page it explained that the person who did the spell would fell a short connection with the victim. It would only last for a minute or two.
"Oh," she muttered to herself. "William."
Charles & Geneva
Geneva took a momentary look at the clock that hung on the wall. It was one in the morning. She closed her eyes, she was so tired. She had been staring at paperwork for the last four hours. She allowed her head to gently fall atop her desk. She needed to sleep, at least for a few minutes.
She was back in her office. She stared behind her, it was still night time. She stood up and decided to check on Charles. There wasn't a roadie, or even a living person, walking through the hallways. She easily found her way towards his office.
She opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk. A large bottle of some kind of alcohol rested on his desk. She walked inside and closed the door behind her. The shades had been drawn and the only light on was a small table lamp.
"I did it," he told her.
"Did what?" She asked walking towards him.
"I signed the papers," he pushed a few towards her.
Then she saw blood dripping onto them. She ran towards him. He fell from his chair and into her arms. His wrists' had been cut, and he was bleeding.
"I'm sorry," he muttered lifting a shaking hand towards her face.
"No, you can't-"she paused. The dream, she thought to herself, I'm in the dream. "I love you," she told him. "I love you."
She saw a brief small before he finally died. She felt tears filling her eyes. She kissed his cold lips one last time. "I shouldn't have done drank that potion."
Goodbye
Skwisgaar was still playing Bianca's song on his guitar. All day he'd been playing it. No other song mattered anymore. He played the last few notes of the song. He remembered her smile after he'd played it for her. She looked beautiful under the moonlight.
He stood up and walked around the room. Her stuff was still there. The roadies were supposed to take it out, but he wouldn't let them. He couldn't let them take her away from him. He walked over to theirdresser. Her makeup, her perfume, and her jewelry still cluttered it. He knelt in front of it and smiled to himself.
"I still love you."
He opened one of the drawers and found a gun. It had belonged to Bianca. She had received it as a gift and decided to keep it. It had been filled with two bullets. She made a joke that it would be for them to use. When the end was near, they would kill themselves with it, and die together.
Skwisgaar lifted the gun placing the barrel to his temple. He cautiously allowed his fingers to graze the trigger. He finally placed his middle finger over the trigger and gripped the gun firmly.
Bianca had been wandering the hallways. She ran into a few roadies, and even found a few dead on the ground. She just walked past them. She paused to stare outside the large window.
She lifted a hand to her temple. She felt sadness fill her instantly. A tear ran down her check. Then she felt a sharp pain go through her temple. She collapsed to the ground. She wasn't sure if she was dead of alive. She glanced down at her fingers, they were moving.
"The dream," she muttered sitting up. "It worked," she whispered and touched her temple. She felt herself shaking. "I'm so sorry Skwisgaar, I truly am."
Anger and Sadness
"You bitch," Pickles muttered to himself.
He took another swig of his alcohol. He sat on one of the large couches. He had already gone through fifty bottles of beer. The large television in front of him was on. They were talking about Vanessa Nasayana on the news.
"Why did you have to leave?"
"Today, the most disastrous thing happened that hurt both the modeling world and the fashion industry," the news reporter was explaining. "Vanessa Ari Nasayana passed away from lung cancer."
Pickles widened his eyes and stared at the television in shock. His beer fell from his hand and shattered.
"Her remaining family is planning on having the funeral later this week-"
He turned off the television but continued to stare in shock.
"Died," he muttered to himself. "Well, that's just fine isn't it? You leave me just to die," he scoffed angrily.
He stood up and paused in front of the table shaped like a saw. He furiously pushed the table onto its side. The bottles that rested on it fell to the ground and shattered.
Vanessa was in Angelina's studio. She was trying on one of her newest outfits that she'd have to model sometime tomorrow. She stared at her image in a mirror. The dress was an elegant black dress, one of her newest designs.
She stared at herself and suddenly felt anger. She wasn't sure why, but she hated the image reflected in the mirror. She clenched her fist in rage. Suddenly she lifted her fist and punched the mirror. Afterward she just stared at her bloody hand.
She lowered her fist and turned away from the mirror. "I'm sorry," she muttered as her eyes filled with tears.
Toki and Drew
After breakfast he set out to find Drew. He didn't care where she was, he was going to get her back. He had finally tracked her down at her old neighborhood; a large and run down city. No one really seemed to take a second notice to him. He found her old building; it was in her address book. He walked inside swiftly.
"What are you doing?" a large man asked behind the counter. He exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Please, I'm lookings for Drew. Is shes heres?" Toki asked pleadingly.
"Drew," he retorted. "Yea, she's here. What do you want with her?"
"Wheres?"
"Why should I tell you," the man scoffed with a chuckle.
Toki clenched his teeth. He grabbed the man's shirt collar, and held up a fist in the air.
"Okay, okay, no need to get over worked; level twelve, room 116B." He informed Toki.
Toki let him go and ran to the elevator. He pushed the button for floor twelve. Dull music filled the small space as it moved. He began pacing. The elevator seemed to be taking longer than usual. It finally came to a stop and opened its doors.
He quickly exited and made his way through the hallways. He read the numbers of the doors aloud as he passed them. Then he found it, room 116B. He inhaled deeply and walked towards it. He twisted the knob and the door opened. He walked inside the dark room.
Drew was standing by the small window. It was barren, filled with dust and neglect. No one had come to live there since her family had left. She turned to face Toki. She watched him walk towards her.
"Drew, I'ms glades I founds you," Toki said.
"Toki," Drew muttered.
"Please, yous donts have to leaves," He said taking her hands into his.
Drew's eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry. I was just afraid."
Toki placed his arms around her and held her close to his body.
"I loves you," he whispered in her ear.
Drew was in the living room, as she called it. She had been watching movies on the big screen television. She paused in thought. She suddenly felt happy, no blissful. She smiled joyfully.
"I love you to," she muttered.
The Morning After
"What happened last night?" Bianca asked Amelia. "I mean that was weird."
"Simple, I read it last night. See, when we did the spell we didn't think about how it would affect us. So, at the height of their emotions, it opened to us. So we could fell what they fell. Think of it as the spell trying to teach us a lesson in a way," Amelia informed them.
"Weird spell," Angelina muttered.
"Do you think the guys will remember the dreams?" Drew asked.
"I don't know," Amelia said.
The guys walked into the dinning room. They stared at the girls without saying a word.
Toki ran over towards Drew and kissed her. The rest of Dethklok walked over to their girlfriends and gladly embraced them.
Geneva had been watching outside the door. She smiled to herself and stared back at the wall. She turned her glance and saw Charles walking towards her. She stiffened her stance and waited. He grasped her arms and kissed her passionately.
The teenage kid had been watching them from down the hallway. He held the small dog Princess in his arms. For the first time, she wasn't barking-just panting and wagging her tail happily. He forced back a giggle as he watched Charles and Geneva making out in front of him.
"Aww," he muttered to himself. "Now, I want a girlfriend."
Villains and Schemes
A woman stood in the back of the room. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be part of what was currently being planned. It was one thing to want Dethklok out of the mass media, but something else to want them to suffer. The only reason she still stayed was because of the man she rescued some years ago. She didn't know his name, but knew she loved him. No matter how he treated her, she knew he loved her to. She pushed back some of her wild black hair, and continued to stare at the others with her green eyes.
"It's the perfect plan," Whitney said.
"It sounds complicated," Edgar replied. "Why should we go through with something so pointless?"
"Why don't you think about it for a second? If we do it, then we can get them to separate, smaller numbers make them easier to kill. If we're really lucky, some of them might kill themselves," Whitney told them.
"Fine, but I don't think it's going to work," Edgar Jomfru said.
"Shows what you know," Whitney muttered.
Whitney had been spending most of her time in that dungeon creating plans. They were brilliant plans, but they did require a lot of help. There was no way she could do it all on her own. Luckily there were plenty of people out there who were anxiously waiting for their chance to kill Dethklok and anyone who got in their way.
She stared at her new companions. Edgar had lost a few pounds, but not enough to be called thin or even chunky-he was just plain fat. However, he was still the only one who knew technology and how to use it to their advantage. Alfred Belmer, the cannabilist. He creeped her out but wanted to help. He hated Dethklok and insisted on helping. Lastly there was the assassin and Aurora. Aurora was the only who didn't seem much like a killer, but she still could still be useful. She was the one who had found the assassin in the lake a while back, as well as herself, and helped bring them back to full health.
The assassin stood up, he still had long white hair that complimented his ashen face. His body still full of muscles, and he still wore the metal mask. His presence terrified her, as it would anyone. He nodded and turned to walk out of the room. Aurora followed him and they left together.
"She could be problem," Edgar said.
"What makes you think that?" Whitney asked.
"If he falls in love with her, then he might stop killing entirely."
"Hm," Whitney had always been worried about that. She had an idea for her to. She knew to wait until she would no longer need her to help with her plans. Then it would be the prefect set up. She grinned at the thought of setting Angelia Explosion for her murder-it was the perfect plan.
Diary Entry
Well, it's was an interesting day. I awoke beside Murderface, asame as usual. I went to my tower and noticed clouds forming in the distance, never a good sign. Anyway, after doing my good health spell the girls came to visit. They refused to leave without seeing my private room. What could I do? They found it interesting that I was into Witchcraft, and that I was Wiccan.
The girls being who they were decided to use it. I swear Angie can be soo pushy sometimes. Anyway, the reason was becuase of a dog. Yea, a dog. Anywya, the dog had gone wild and barked Dehtklok. They got annoyed and that lead to a fight between us, all of us. Hard to believe, but nothing could be done.
I accidently told them that their was a spell that could be used to make someone dream. Not just dream, but to regret what they did-in a way. Well, Angie wanted to do it and the others finally agreed. Drew didn't want to, but was outnumbered. I only agreed to keep from this leading to another fight.
They had to get hair samples from their boyfriends while I made the potion. It wasn't that hard, but needed to be done at the right time. To cut a long story short, we did the spell only to have it come back to us. We ended up feeling what they did, their pain and sadness. Murderface killed himself over my death-awww. I'll have to make it up to him as soon as I can.
Well, the next morning turned out just fine. The guys had little memory of the dreams, but what they did remember haunted them. It lead to an exicting morning and afternoon, for me anyway. All in all, I'm just glade its over. I never want to go through that again-I don't care what Angie thinks.
Amelia.
Songs:
Metalocalypse theme
Scars By: Papa Roach
Wytches' Brew By: Omnia