I'm sure some of you might know what song they're going to be "playing", so kudos to you! I only have 2 reviewers, so this chapter is for them. Thank you so much for actually taking the time to comment! At least I know someone is reading. Hits equal Shit. It don't tell me crap really. How do I know if someone likes me to continue or not?

Tracks of Choice: "Master of Puppets", "Angel of Death" by Apocalyptica

Chapter 7: Deth Position

It had been about a week and already the media was buzzing with the news of Cancerous and Dethklok working together. Every channel was talking about it, and more so now that Cherry and Pickles made their relationship official and public. Nathan and Moira had raised hell the day after Cherry emerged from the male drummer's room, covered in hickeys and sore for obvious reasons.

The two singers had called a band meeting after finally deciding who would play what. In the meeting room, the two bands sat waiting as Nathan and Moira debated on who would speak first. The two had gotten along a bit more, but the occasional fighting didn't stop.

"Nathan, come on! I'm the one who thought of it!" she growled, stabbing his broad chest with her index finger. Electricity shot between them. Looking up at him, she gave him a heated look, "So I should do it!"

"Fuck that. This is my house, my meeting room!" The more they argued the more he was getting turned on. He fought with his self control, trying to prevent himself from throwing her on the table and screwing her to submission.

"I'm a guest! So respect my wished as a woman!"

"Where? All I see is a midget."

Moira felt her blood boil as she brought her knee up to collide with his groin. Everyone jumped as he fell to the floor, trying hard not to cry out in pain. Crying was for pansies. He was sure as hell not one. The boys cringed, making a mental note to never piss off the small woman.

"Where was I? Oh yes… We finally decided who was going to play what. Toki, Skwisgaar and Pickles will remain on their instruments. Lucy, you will play keyboards, and Cherry, I need you as a backup singer so prepare to learn Russian…"

The red head was baffled, "Huh? Say wha?" she looked up from the nachos she, Pickles and Toki were eatting.

Moira sighed in annoyance, "You heard me, bitch. You're learning Russian, it's not much. Bloodyfist, I need you on bass guitar." She rubbed her left arm, "Runa, Muderface, as of now you're fill ins until I've figured out something." She looked at them a bit apologetically.

Runa's eyes widen, her breathing becoming labored. Skwisgaar grabbed her hand from underneath the table, but she ripped it out his grip, fuming. Her eyes became as cold as the Arctic sea, her lips in a deep frown and her fists balled tight enough to make her knuckles white.

"Why am I da ones dat gets booted off? Ams I not seconds best here?" her voice was calm, resisting the urge to shout. To not play in this concert hurt her, even if Murderface wasn't going to play either. Pursing her lips together, she looked back at an equally serious Moira.

The black haired woman stood her ground, not letting their eye contact break, "Runa." She began slowly, "I know this comes as a shock, but it's the only way that we stay even. Nathan didn't want this joint song over ran by women playing instruments. I need Lucy, and you go way to fast to be on bass."

With hurt feelings, Runa stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. Skwisgaar wanted to go after her, but the look from Nathan told him otherwise. A fight within the band could bring Cancerous down, but even he didn't think she should have been left out. They had practiced together several times over the week, and she was amazing, keeping up with him way better then Toki did when he played his fastest. Moira sighed. As for Murderface, he slumped further into his seat and cursed.

"It'sch becaush I'm fat and ugly huh? Bet that'sh why I can't play." He stayed for a while until Nathan picked up from where Moira left off, unable to take it. Why should he have to listen to the meeting if he wasn't even going to perform? Going to their entertainment room, he found Runa laying on the couch, an arm over her eyes. Her bottom lip trembled in what he thought was sadness, but in truth it was from anger.

"Are… you crying?" he asked as he slowly approached her.

"No." she snapped, "Justs very angries!" moving her arm away, she sat straight up to allow Murderface to sit by her. Crossing her arms, she tried to relax, "I understands what she says, but at sames time I wants to plays de guitar with Skwisgaar. He ands I's practice and I wants da world to see I cans be as fasts as hims. I didn't thinks I coulds be, but it seems to be dat ways. I can tells he no holds back." She sighed dejectly, her shoulder's slumping further.

Murderface pitied her. It was tough to go against the Swede's ridiculous playing skills, but if what she said was true, then he would want to play too in her position. He placed a hand on her shoulder as carefully and as comfortable as he could manage. He wasn't used to talking with girls, and it was already weird living with them for a while.

"There, there. I'm shore shomething will happen and you can play. I can't because I'm the fat and ugly one." The female guitarist glanced at him with a small smile. "Bloodyfisht looksch better on schtage then me."

Runa stifled a laugh, "No offenses, but I tinks you rights on dat one." She gave him a playful shove as she giggled, but she still looked sad.

Skwisgaar then came bursting into the room, taking her hand in his and quickly escorting her outside so they could talk in private. Once he was sure no one was around, he turned to face her. To hell with the plan, he couldn't let a talent musician… this beautiful guitar player… waste away on the sidelines when she deserved the spot light. Where he should have felt threatened, instead he actually felt good to have competition. Perhaps it was because she was a woman and she wasn't at all threatening. She was a very open minded woman, not matter how the careers she had been in were like.

"I don't think what she did was fair. You should be the one to play, not Toki." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "He doesn't even practice and I know that this song is a big deal because we're working together. I think I'll ask Bloodyfist to switch with Murderface so you can switch with Toki if that devil woman wants to kee…" he was silenced as she shushed him with her fingers against his lips.

"It's all right. I overreacted." She smiled sadly at him. "I won't take this away from Bloodyfist, or any of the other girls. I need to respect what Moira says, because she was the one that brought us together, and in the end saved us. You… you wouldn't understand." She hugged his middle, putting her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes she exhaled deeply, "Just play for the both of us, alright?"

Skwisgaar had the insane urge to kiss her, but resisted as she pulled away. She was strong and understanding in the end. He really liked that about her. Runa was like no one he had ever met, and he was thankful to know her. Practicing with her had been the thing in the world, because for once someone gave him a challenge, and a reason to give it all he got when he played. He gave a small groan at the thought of playing with Toki. It just wasn't fair.

"Are… you sures?" All she did was nod her head in reply. Seeing her so down made Skwisgaar feel funny. He needed to cheer her up, but how? "Do you want anything?"

"Whip Lingo berries Porridge. Vispipuuro used makes me feel better when I was little. But ever since I left my father, I haven't had any." Did Jean Pierre even know how to make that? Guess Skwisgaar was about to find out as he sought out the chef.

"I tinks I hads dat once. It's pretties good."

-Else Where-

"Wow-wee, I gets to play da guitar in da concert." Toki mused as he and Lucy went back to his room. Since the first time she slept there, they had requested Toki's bed be replaced by bunk beds. Toki slept on the bottom of it since he had the tendency to fall off in the middle of the night occasionally. The two had actually slept better with each other nearby then alone.

Opening the door, Toki allowed Lucy to enter. She went straight to the foot of the bed and took out a large case. Opening it, she took out her cello, Toki stared at her quizzically. Lucy smiled as she made sure her instrument was tuned correctly, "I knows how I cans make sures she's betters. I needs to finds Bloodyfists. Hope-allies she practiced her cellos." Toki helped her carry out her instrument once she put it back in it's case. They found the bassist playing video games with Murderface. Lucy whispered to her about her plan to cheer Runa up.

"I think she went outside. Hey Murderface, I need your help." They followed her to Runa's room. Taking her cello case from the closet, the she bassist handed it to him, "Drop it and you die. I need to get mine." She warned with a murderous glare. Murderface gulped, holding onto the handle of the case for dear life.

-Outside-

Runa sighed depressingly. Skwisgaar had left her alone for a while as she sat on the bench table outside with a bowl of her porridge. Seeing shadows coming her way, she looked up, surprised to see Lucy, Toki, Bloodyfist and Murderface. Spotting her cello, she became curious.

"Whats all dis?" She took her cello from Murderface and held it close.

Lucy giggled, "Let's all practice! Justs us tree?" she looked up hopefully at the older woman. Runa smiled and nodded. The three of them sat on the bench with enough space between them. Toki and Murderface sat on the grass facing them, wondering what they were going to do.

"Ok, let's does da Puppets one." Runa said as she positioned her bow on the strings of her cello that rested between her legs. The other's nodded and on the count of three, they began to play. Runa played the melody of the Metallica song. While Ofdensen was looking for Nathan who was last seen on the golfing range, he heard the girls playing. Standing off to the side, he watched on as they continued their small concert in the picnic area. Skwisgaar came back to check up on her and was startled to see the growing crowd. The Klokateers nearby even stopped to watch.

The cellists had their eyes closed, so they didn't notice their audience. When the song was almost over, Runa told them to play Angel of Death. They quickly jumped into that song, which was much faster than Master of Puppets.

Finally, when it was done, Runa looked up and blushed. "When did you alls comes?" she asked. No one really answered. Everyone dispersed, only leaving the Dethklok boys and Ofdensen.

"That was very good." The manager complimented, "Do you… uh, have that one recorded?" Runa shook her head, "I'll talk to your manager. You all should make an EP, in case your band falls apart." He gave a quick nod to them, "I'll be off. Good day ladies."

Runa sighed, "Tanks you guys. I feels much betters." She hugged her friends and even the boys of Dethklok. "I ams goings to takes showers now. Den I don'ts know." Putting her cello into its case, she took it with her as she made her way back to Mordhaus.

"I doubts we's ever breaks apart." Lucy said as she watched Ofdensen grow smaller, "We alls likes families."

-Nathan's Room-

"Why the fuck am I here again?" Moira hissed as she sat on Nathan Explosion's bed. She looked around the room, feeling uneasy being away from the others and alone with him. It wasn't that she was afraid he would do something to her, Moira could see that deep down he was a softy, but the fact that she was slowly growing accustom to his presence was unsettling. She didn't want it to be that way.

Nathan grunted as he propped himself up with some pillows against his head board, "Because it's the last place people come to find me. I suck at German, ok?" he rolled his eyes, "It's not like I want to be alone with you." Which of course was completely untrue for himself as well. Moira was less… violent, when it was just the two of them. Still bitchy, but less punches.

"Oh, so you admit to it? Sissy cunt face." Moira mocked, crossing her arms over her chest, "This is why you have me here?"

"Um, yeah. Why else?"

Moira blushed a little, but didn't say anything as she looked away from him. Sitting Indian style on his bed, she opened her book of lyrics. "Well… you know the song isn't done yet." Looking up as he sat up a bit more, she bit her lower lip. "By any chance… do you know where you'd like to perform it?"

Nathan shrugged, "The song is about Russia, pretty much… so I guess there. Hmm, but it has to be…"

"Brutal, I know. How about Magadan? It's in the Siberian portion of Russia. Sometimes it's about -8 degrees. More inland it is as low as -36. Besides, it'll actually keep Moscow safe." She said the last part to herself.

Nathan was impressed. The temperature was pretty terrible. Maybe that would do. "Huh, sounds interesting. So… Diese Stadt ist eine Dirne means?" he said, looking through his note book as well, he slide his pencil from his ear so he could take notes.

"Holy shit, you haven't memorized the first line? Fuck me man…" Moira sighed exasperatedly, not noticing Nathan shift a bit awkwardly at her statement about screwing her, "This city is a prostitute." She moved closer to Nathan, not noticing their legs were touching. However, the front man noticed, and he didn't like the feeling he was getting. It was almost like the time he was with his ex, only more calming. "Have you at least thought of a new beat? You kept bugging me about how the other one wasn't 'brutal' enough. I need to know so I can tell the girls. That way they can teach the boys. It'll take to long to do it your by letting the guys figure it out. At least my girls have the basic tone for the song." She ran her hand through her hair, putting her note book on her lap.

"Hey…" Nathan closed the book and looked at her. Moira looked up, waiting for him to continue, "Why didn't you let… what's her name… play?" Even Nathan knew the woman from Finland was better than Toki any day of the week, "I would have been fine letting her play."

Moira made a fist, biting her knuckle, "It's just…" Nathan looked at her curiously. "I'm a fair person, though I know I can be the biggest bitch in the world." She glared at him when Natha nodded. "And if I don't allow an even amount, well… I'll admit I'm a little scared about what your fans would do." Getting up off his bed, she began to pace around the room, "Before our concert in Vegas… we were touring up in Salt Lake City. During that concert, a fan of yours began to make some serious threats and even attacked us, saying we were the very poison set out to destroy the love of the world. Gay mother fucker. We weren't hurt, but it scared our manager. So, I think that's why we're actually here." Moira didn't feel like working with him at the moment. "We're safer with you then out there, where a lot of your fans still don't like us." Sighing, she grabbed her stuff and began to leave the room. Outside of the open door she looked back at the stunned man, "Life is brutal when you're against the biggest name in the world. We'll pick up on your lessons later. I… I gotta go."

Nathan laid back on his bed, putting a hand behind his head. That was some shocking news. So even if about half his fans liked them, there was enough to actually… hurt them? Normally he wouldn't have cared, but living with them and getting to know the girls was really making him reevaluate his look on life. Even Nathan had to admit Moira and the rest of Cancerous was good. It was actually nice to have some serious rivalry, and hot ones at that. Realizing it wasn't metal thinking, he tried to think of something else. But he just couldn't help himself. The last few days he thought of forgetting about the plan and call it quits, but his stupid pride wouldn't let him. Did Moira feel the same way? He doubt it was going to happen anyways, when the drummers and the rhythm guitarist were pretty much loving couples. They wouldn't try to defeat each other, would they?

"That'd be… fucked up…" Nathan said to himself, "But it would make a pretty brutal song." Getting up to go to his dresser, he took out his voice recorder and began to make notes about a new song, which remained nameless.

-With the Managers-

Ofdensen, finally coming back after no luck in finding Nathan, had allowed Munkittrick to set up his own desk in his office, so long as the manager of Cancerous stayed on his side of the room and didn't go near his safe. Munkittrick had no problem with it, and told Ofdensen the same as he took his safe out from the tour bus. Both of them were doing some paper work when Munkittrick beckoned the other manager over.

"Chazzy," he said, saying his friend old nick name, "Again, I have to thank you about this. For keeping my girls safe. The concert idea was a good cover up until we find out who the hell is threatening my girls, but there is still something bugging me." He leaned back on his seat, taking the glass of whiskey he poured for himself with him.

Ofdensen poured his own glass and sat in the seat in front of him, "It's the least I can do. It's making Dethklok work harder." He took a small sip from his glass then looked back at Munkittrick, "Andrew, does your concern have anything to do with Pickles and Cherry's relationship?"

Andrew nodded solemnly, "Your boys are much more famous then Cancerous, and have been with many girls. Moira and the girls are very dear to me, like my own daughters." Ofdensen nodded, already knowing that tidbit, "So I'm concern that… Pickles could be using her. Toki doesn't worry me much. He and Lucy are more like siblings."

Ofdensen let out a troubled sigh as he loosened his tie, "Andy, if anything happens, I'll make sure things are taken care of, but it's their life. We're managers, not care takers so…"

"No, you don't understand. You deal with a bunch of idiotic men. I deal with a group of very unique young women. So our views may be different." He was growing a bit frustrated as Ofdensen remained oblivious to his concern, "What I'm saying is that, if one of your boys hurts my girls, this could ruin them. Women are more emotional. Moira has grown to tolerate Nathan, and it makes me very worried." He rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache pounding, "I didn't think it would happen so soon. Trust me, you don't want to know what she said when she heard the gossip of her being like Nathan, it was bad enough their last names were similar."

"Opposites attract, I suppose." Charles downed the rest of his drink and put the glass down on the table where a maid klokateer would come to pick up when both of them left their office. "Like Moira said herself, it's inevitable." Andrew nodded in agreement but said nothing else as he went back to reading letters from endorsers and charities. From across the room, Charles looked up from his own paperwork, "Hey, Andy… I must be honest. You're very lucky to have Cancerous. They're less idiotic then my boys." A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. Andrew just laughed full heartedly.

-With the Drummers-

After the meeting was over, the two had gone back to Pickles room. Normally they'd strip and get under the sheets, but today they decided to be lazy and the two just laid down, catching a few missed z's if possible.

Cherry was already napping, curled up into a ball facing Pickles. The male drummer smiled down at her, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear so he could look at her serene face.

Before all this he would have laughed at the thought of a serious relationship, but she was something else. The Wisconsin man sighed; hoping that nothing would change between them after their two months was over. She had told him about their Salt Lake concert, and it worried him that one of his own fans would do that. He knew they were rabid and absolutely crazy, but trying to kill them was ridiculous. Cherry's eyes fluttered open when Pickles kissed her forehead, his small beard tickling her brows.

"Howdy…" she yawned. "Whatcha lookin' at?" she stretched, twisting her neck to pop out the few kinks that formed, "Mmm, that was sure a good nap."

Pickled grinned, pulling her onto his chest so she rested above him. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before running his hand up her camisole to grope her breast. Cherry let out a soft moan as she grabbed his hand from behind the cloth.

"You really are beautiful." He said as he rolled them over. Looking deep into her eyes, he felt a sense of peace. For once, the both of them remained sober for two whole days, just so they could remember what each other felt like, how they tasted and know how much they felt for one another. Neither had used the "L" word, but the attraction was there, more than just a sexual and very physical thing. "I have got to be the luckiest guy right now."

Cherry giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and opening her legs wider for him as he rested his pelvis on her. With a slight blush she sighed blissfully, "You ain't so bad yerself. Cunt face asshole I dated last lost out on somethin' good, huh? But it was fer the better." She arched into him, giving her hips a thrust. Pickles got the hint and got off her so both could take off their clothes.

And I end now! So there you have it. Originally Murderface was going to be the only one booted off, but then I forgot where I was going to place Runa. The poor dear. –tear-

YourSweetSinner: Thank you for the comment. I actually like Evanescence for the piano parts and a few songs here and there. Emilie Autumn uses piano too, but I didn't want to use all of her songs. :/ And thank you for calling me a God :D You are one too. Lol.

Drangonzfire718: Again, thanks for the review. FYI: I love Boondock Saints too. The rope scenes are the best, and the cat. Good times, good times, aye?. And thanks for reminding me about Evanescence, more piano for Lucy - "Get your stupid fuckin' rope." lmao

I hearts you both D: You makes me happy