Hey hey! Here's the second chapter in my little tale. It's rather short, I know, and I apologize. I shall hurry and write something long and satisfying very soon! Till then, please comment, crit is most appreciated. :)
Chapter 2
In the middle ages, most European castles were built with stone blocks. They had very few windows and tended to be cold, damp, and have horrible acoustics. One of the advantages to living in the 21st century include having the opportunity to live in houses built with better material.
All of this Liv knew.
Somehow, the architecture of Mordhaus seemed to contradict everything Liv knew.
The first thing she noticed as she trailed behind Dethklok's manager was the temperature of the house. It was deadly cold...and surprisingly damp. She looked up as they passed through a doorway and saw heavy condensation had built up in the corners of the door and was forming a puddle on the ground. Why the crap would a famous band chose to live like this? Liv's thoughts nervously skipped around as she turned her head to peer into the darkness behind her. Liv was startled as Ofdensen stopped suddenly, nearly causing her to crash into him. Unconsciously, she put her hands out in front of her in a effort to stop. She lightly brushed the back of her boss's suit coat with her fingertips, the brief contact causing Ofdensen to look behind him sharply. Looking beyond him she glanced a tall hooded figure carrying what seemed to be a very large...axe. If it were possible to have one's heart jump into ones mouth, Liv was quite sure it happened to her in that moment. Ofdensen seemed to sense her fear (or maybe it was that loud gasp she had just uttered?) and he spoke. "Don't worry. It's just a roadie. " He spoke to the morbid looking figure for a few moments before starting off again. Liv struggled to keep up with her boss, his movements were quick and his pace brisk. The queasy feeling Liv had gotten before was starting to grow. She tried to chalk it up to the depressing surroundings, but couldn't quite shake the irrational feeling. Loud noises suddenly streamed through the doorway they were approaching, yelling that seemed to be mixed with the sound of broken bottles and the slap of flesh on stone. There was silence, then a sickening crunching sound.
The queasy feeling was now moving from Liv's stomach to her throat.
She eyed her boss, trying to get a reading on whether or not he was bothered by these highly unnatural noises. It appeared he wasn't, as his face showed no traces of anxiety, and his pace hadn't seemed to change. That's okay though, I'm pretty sure I'm doing enough worrying right now for both of us..."
Ofdensen once again slightly tipped his head and stole a glance at the girl behind him. Her mild brown eyes were large and looked fearful, although the rest of her face was smooth and calm. Damn he thought with a slight twinge of guilt. This girl has a 50 percent chance of walking out of here alive. He silently cursed himself for bringing Liv to Mordhaus before he was even able to use her. If the sounds emanating from the living room were any indication, his "bread and butter" was trying to kill itself. Not something highly unusual, but there was always varying degrees as to how much they would kill others, whether accidental or no. In his personal opinion, they were one of the most accident prone human beings he'd ever met. It may have been the nearly complete lack of common sense, or maybe just the stupidity that comes with mind boggling fame, but Charles Ofdensen had seen enough of Dethklok to believe in the devil. He still wasn't sure about the whole God thing...but the devil he believed in.
