A great way to start off the week :D I may not post Chap 11 until Friday... But it's all done. Give me a reason to post it up earlier! Chapter 12 and 13 could be done by as early as Thursday, I am on a freakin roll here. Thanks for sticking with me on the only fic that could actually have an ending! Hope you all enjoy for now!

Tracks of Choice: "Funeral for Yesterday" by Kittie, "Heart of Darkness" by Arch Enemy

Chapter 10: Tensionklok

Everyone woke up the next day just before ten, all lazily making their way to the dining room. Lucy was already sleeping again on her folded arms as she waited for the French toast which supposedly irresistable according to 'Dethklok Standards'. Toki was nodding off himself, since for reasons unknown, they were up before the crack of noon. Almost all members were accounted for except Skwisgaar and Runa. Noticing this, Moira got up.

"What the hell? Where are Runa and Skwisgaar?" She asked. Cherry, Murderface and Toki shrank in their seat. They knew what she was going to do if she found out. Seeing Cherry's acting suspicious as she played with the hem of her night gown, Moira stormed over to her. "You know what's up, don't you?" Moira glared at her.

"Hey, it's early for this." Pickles said, trying to save his girlfriend, "They'll come ta eat when they feel like it, I'm sure." He wrapped a protective arm Cherry, tucking her head under his chin. Cherry smiled while Moira rolled her eyes. In her opinion it was too early to see them all cuddly.

"Guess I'll just look for her. Damn, I hate going around in circles." She was about turn and head for the hallway when Cherry shot up from her seat, grabbing Moira's wrist from across the table. Everyone looked at them. The commotion caused Lucy to wake up with a snort. "Cherry?"

The red head blushed, "I… uh… fuck! Um, Rune's uh… probably sick, or somethin'. The poor dear didn't even come to dinner last night!" Glancing down the table, she pleaded to Lucy for help with her eyes. Taking the hint, Lucy tried to distract Moira despite her grogginess.

"Moiras! Cans you comes here for minutes before you goes? I has questions 'bout my part in da song." She hoped it work. Seeing her front woman coming toward her, she let out a sigh of relief.

Nathan scratched his head, "Skwisgaar wasn't at dinner either… I'll go check on him." Murderface and Toki stopped him. "Huh?"

"Natans, I don'ts tinks you wants to go gets Skwisgaar. I tink he brought home nudder big fan." Seeing Nathan shudder in disgust, he hoped he discouraged the larger man. It was scary seeing Nathan and Moira angry. Nathan's stare was enough to give anyone an heart attack and Moira was just violent once she was riled up enough. And with her stunning eyes glaring into your very soul, there was no hope of winning. The small woman won more verbal fights against Nathan then Ofdensen in his whole career.

"Y-yeah…" Murderface nodded in agreement, "I think he did too. Thish lady wash uglier then hell."

Nathan wasn't buying it however. He had seen worse, "No, I should go see…" Everyone heard voices down the hall speaking in a different language. The two lead guitarists were coming.

Moira left Lucy immediately and jogged to the hallway entrance. Nathan followed her. The four adults gulped. They hoped the two weren't being lovey-dovey. As Moira rounded the corner, she gasped. Nathan gawked. Runa was pinned against the wall as Skwisgaar kissed her fervently. The two leaders felt their blood pressure soar. Another couple. Moira charged down the hallway and literally threw Skwisgaar off Runa.

"The hell you two!" she hissed. Looking up at Runa, she crossed her arms. Skwisgaar got up from his place on the floor, a bit stunned at the woman's strength. He was about to say something when he noticed Nathan glaring at him. In less than a second, the two leaders grabbed a hold of their member's arms and dragged them down opposite ends of the hall. Everyone had crept out of their seats and poked their heads out, wondering what was going to happen. It was almost like a totem pole. Lucy was laying on the floor, propping her head up with her arms. Toki was kneeling above her. Cherry leaned over him and Pickles rested his chin on top of her head, also leaning over. Bloodyfist and Murderface were on either side of Pickles head. Like a tennis match, all of them looked down one end of the hallway then down the next.

"Runa! The fuck? How long has this been going on?" Moira crossed her arms and tapped her foot expectantly, waiting for the taller woman to respond. This was just too much for the front lead singer. Left and right she had to watch her band warm up to Dethklok, their rival, that there was just no point in trying to take them down. At the moment, she didn't care about their devious plan only for them to stop this insane madness that could leave everyone hurt in the end. Their contract only specified that the girls were stay until the end of the concert period and that was how it was going to stay. No more extended vacation, there was work to be done, fans to conquer and Dethklok to over power.

Runa rolled her eyes, "It justs happeneds. I's beens really frustrateds since we can'ts go outside da day album was suppose to comes out. Tree weeks too long for me to wait for somebodies. I don't wants to touch dem klokateers. You knows I's de sluts here." She shrugged as if her answer would solve everything. Instead, however, Moira pulled at her own hair, yelling in aggravation.

With Nathan and Skwisgaar, the Swede sighed in annoyance. "Natans, you knows I screws anybodies wits legs and tits." He glanced the opposite end of the hall at Moira's cry of anger, slightly amused as the women cursed up a storm that would a sailor to shame. Even her veins were beginning to show as she reframed from assaulting her lead guitarist. Her body was shaking.

"Yea, if they're fucking past menopause! And of all people, why her? You were the one who gave me the idea of ruining them! How can we if you get attach?" Nathan narrowed his green eyes, scowling at Skwisgaar for the longest time. It made no sense, Skwisgaar was the one who thought it was a good idea and in almost a unanimous vote, the band agreed, but that wasn't the case anymore.

"Pfft. Guess I forgets." Not fearing for his life as he should, Skwisgaar walked away. Everyone watching scrambled back to their seats, trying to act as if nothing happened though failing horrible as they stole glances when they thought Skwisgaar wasn't looking.

Moira sighed, rubbing her temples as she felt a head ache come on once she was done with her rant. "You know what" she said in an eerily calm voice that threw Runa off guard, "Fuck this…" she went into dining room, glaring at everyone, "If you guys want to fuck with each other, fine." Her eyes narrowed dangerously, sending shivers down everyones spines as she scornfully smirked "But remember girls, after this fucking concert, which was a bad idea now that I think about, we're leaving. I don't want Cancerous anywhere near Dethklok, because you know why? They'll forget you. They rule the fucking world! They can have anyone they want! This is probably their trap to ruin us because quite honestly… Why would they settle with you?" after she was done, she stormed out of the room, shoving Nathan to the side as if he was nothing. The hulking front man watched her walk away until she turned down the next corridor, disappearing from his sight.

Everyone was quite. Jean Pierre came in and served the bands, but no one ate. Nathan had gone back to his room down the opposite way of where Moira had gone, leaving the other friendlier couples alone. For Cancerous, they thought about what their vocalist said, about Dethklok forgetting them when they left. Her hurtful words spoke truth. Cancerous was really nothing special when it came down to the bear facts when popularity was taken away. Dethklok's wealth influenced the world while they had nothing more then an average gross of five-hundred thousand dollards to divide between them all after Munkittrick took fifteen-percent of all their proceeds. Roughly eighty-five thousands dollars was chump change compared to the men's billions.

As for the men, they actually didn't want Cancerous to leave. Although Bloodyfist and Murderface were far from being together, they had a humorous friendship. He worked on his skills with being around a girl and her vice versa. Dethklok really liked having the women with them, things were so much better, how could they forget them if and when they left? Sure they could be insensitive and forgetful, but not in this case. Moira was so wrong.

Unable to take the silence anymore, Lucy got up and left, a forlorn look on her face. The Ukrainian rhythm guitarist let out a shkay sigh, her bottom lip trembling. Bloodyfist was next as she threw her napkin on the table with a scowl, followed by a teary eyed Cherry and an angry Runa. The boys wanted to stop them, but they didn't know how to make them feel better.

Pickles sunk in his seat, "Didn't see that coming. I need a drink." Looking at a klokateer that walked, he called him over, "Ay, you, douche bag! Get me somethin' ta drink, some heavy alcohol too! Hop to it." The drummer snapped his fingers.

"Yes, master." The faithful masked soldier rushed to do what he was ordered. He returned shortly with a shot glass and plain vodka. "Enjoy." He bowed and slowly exited the room to carry on with his Mordhaus duties.

Pickles tossed the shot glass, watching it shatter as it hit the wall across from him. He angrily opened the bottle and took a big gulp. "What the fuck is her problem anyway? She makes us seem like bad guys." He chugged a few more times before sighing.

"I don'ts know Pickle. But I didn'ts tinks dat Runa and I's would have dones dis. I don'ts tinks I likes dem dis way. Even dough dis it what Natan's wants, ja?" Skwisgaar poked at his food, not quite sure if he should eat it. He drank half of his orange instead and held the glass towards Pickles so the drummer could share his comfort drink.

The Norwegian whimpered a little. "Poor Lucys. I worries bout her nows, but I scares to check on hers." Toki took a small bite of his food, chewing on it slowly since he didn't quite have the stomach to swallow just yet.

Murderface finally put some toast on his plate, "She'sh a big girl, Toki. Lu-shi'll probably forget all about thish later. All of them will." Swallowing what he chewed, he sighed. "I think I might know why Moira actsh that way though." Everyone stared at him, "Bloodyfisht knowsh Moira shince they were shophmoresch in highschool, the lascht foshter family she schtayed at were next door neighborsh to Moira. Moira ish a bit inschecure about people, ever shince her dad died when she wash little. She doeshn't want to loshe the band shince it'sh all that she hasch. Abushive mother or shomething."

"But I don't's gets it. Dat why she wants us to stay away froms da girls?" Toki asked, sipping on his glass of orange juice. "How old she was when her dads died? Dere's no ways dats da whole stories."

"I was seven…" the boys jumped as they saw the front woman coming towards them. She sat in her seat, to the left of Nathan's and got her food. "So yeah, I am insecure. You assholes are breaking up my band. Nathan had the same plan as us. To break us up?" she viciously cut into her toast, a frown set deep on her face. "Cancerous is everything to me. I lost my father when I was seven in a car accident when I lived in Moscow. I saw his upper body get torn off and thrown out of the car. I witness my mother have an emotional breakdown then beat me within an inch of life because she blames me for it. The fucking bitch thinks I killed him!" Her voice was shaky, but there was no evidence of tears in her eyes. This woman was hardcore in their opinion.

"Susanna was almost in the same boat as me when we finished high school together. We ran away from Louisiana and found ourselves in Houston where Cherry herself ran away. We all pitched in to rent a shitty apartment. That same year, Runa and Lucy were found down the street playing violins to get enough money to eat, the kid didn't know an single word in English but 'Please' and 'Thank You'. Lucy had barely turned eleven. Runa was only nineteen years old, talk even shittier English then and if I'm not mistaken, she had to prostitute herself a few times just to feed Lucy." Skwisgaar's eyes widen. "Can't remember, we don't talk it. Andrew found us all when we were at a local bar, entered in a battle of the bands competition about five or six years ago. We've been together for almost ten years, played together for a good eight and after all this time, we've finally been getting noticed, but not because of our music, but because the world think we're you with different faces." she glared at her food. At first she never intended for Dethklok to find out about that, but after debating with herself, it was perhaps for the better before they bitched about her to band mates. She knew she made them upset, and it was eatting her insides, leaving her feeling lonely and hollow.

"As you can see," Moira said in a small voice, "We've all lived a really fucked up life and just when things were looking up for us… you happened." She chuckled forebodingly, "Makes me wonder what would have happened if we were noticed before you."

The boys continued to stare. Her story just heart breaking in a way, like some stupid sappy 'based-on-a-true-story kind of movie. It was really a tragic way for all of them to join like that, but that was probably what made their bond so much stronger yet delicate. Unlike Dethklok, they were very much involved in each other's lives. Skwisgaar could now kind of understand what Runa had meant when she said Moira had "saved" them. The intensity of her aura strength was compelling, and in this case they could literally feel her hurt and regret roll off her body in massive ways.

They sat in silence for the rest of breakfast.

-Bloodyfist's room-

Lucy was curled up into a little ball on the bass player's bed, crying on Runa's lap as the Finnish girl stroked her hair in a motherly manner. The two were very close to one another. Cherry sat on the floor beside the bed, looking gloomier then the others. The drummer was currently messing with her glass bowl, with permission from her band, carefully packing it in with marijuana. The little device was black with red stripes (AN: Never smoked it, but I did sit in a hot-box. I like the smell of weed sadly). Pulling out the lighter from her back pocket of her pajama pants, she lit up and took a long drag.

"You know," Bloodyfist began, "I… I can't blame Moira for how she feels." She sat by the red head and inhaled deeply, hoping the fumes would calm her down a bit. "She did make a point about them… ya know. We're probably leaving right after the concert."

"Neither can I, but what she said still hurt." Cherry scoffed, blowing out the narcotic smoke into the room. "Ain't gotta be so fuckin' rude 'bout it. I dun think Pickles would hurt me like that, anyway. He and I git along pretty damn good."

Lucy sniffled as she looked up, "But whats if she says is trues? What if dey forgets us when we all goes away?" she wiped her tears away, "Den what do we does? Tokis dear friends to me! I don'ts know if I can takes if if he forgets me." Runa cradled the girl as best she could.

"I know whats you means Lucy, but…" She sighed sadly. "We all did makes promise when she starteds to gets upset abouts Dethklok. Dat we never gets involved with dem if we ever had de chance. No looks at us, carings for dem, getting into relation-chips. Our hearts on de lines here. She just tryings to looks out for us in her owns way I tinks." The others nodded in agreement.

"I tinks we all needs to 'pologize to hers den. She always had da best intentions for us." Lucy crawled off the bed and blew her nose on a tissue Bloodyfist gave to her. "She hads every rights to be mads at us. We wents back on our words." She pouted.

Cherry got up herself and took one last drag of her bowl before putting it away, "I agree, but… what do we do now? Mo'ra's all fucking upset most likely and I don't think I could really leave Pickles now. I really like him." She rubbed her arm, trying to think of something. Bloodyfist put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Well, we're going to have to compromise. We'll apologize to her for going back on our word, but she has to realize she made a mistake by saying those mean things about Dethklok when we really don't know who they really are. She can't dictate us like that. Moira'll understand."

--Recording Room—

"So we're not recording today?" Knubbler ask. His robotic eyes dilated.

Nathan nodded. Glancing at a dazed Moira who hadn't said anything for almost an hour, he knew it was probably for the better. She sat on the couch looking off into space with a vacant look, it was depressing even to him. Even her hair seemed lifeless, completely losing its volume as it hung around her pale face like straight wire. The purple streak in her hair looked dull as well. The guys were right about her aura and its influence on the people around her. Nathan frowned more as her eyes darkened, almost as if she was dying. Maybe she was.

"The girls got into a fight. Probably because of their periods or something." He kind of hope it would break Moira from her depression, but she didn't flinch.

"Oh, I see… well," he was just about to open the door when the rest of Cancerous walked in, most of them carrying their instruments and finally out of their sleep wear. "Ladies?"

"We heres to practice with everyones. Dis is a big ting for all of us." Lucy said. "But before we does dat," she turned to Moira, making her way over to her and taking her hand. That seemed to cause a reaction in the mute girl. "Cans you comes withs us for a seconds? Runa has sometings to tells you." Moira followed the young girl out into the hall. Dethklok and Knubbler were left wondering about what was happening. They could see the girls through the glass partition.

"Moira?" Runa said, "You okies?" the black haired woman nodded, "Well, I wants to say I'm sorries about what happens. And da girls and I's likes to also says sorry about us breaking promise we made. But you needs to know dat you can'ts justs makes decisions for us." She hugged her friend.

Moira stood there for a while before sighing as Runa let her go. "No, I'm the one who should be apologizing to you all… I guess I'm a little jealous." She chewed on her bottom lip, not exactly happy with the confession.

"Jealous?" everyone said.

Moira shrugged, looking away from them before crossing her arms, "Because… you all found someone to get close to. But I can't seem let go of this rage within me to really warm up to Dethklok, especially Nathan." She stole a quick glance at the man who was now sitting beside Knubbler at the control panel. "So please, let's just… let's just put this behind us. Boys should never get between us. Ever." Everyone smiled and got into a group hug. Once they let go, all of them went back to join the others. "So, let's get recording!"

--Later—

It took a few hours for Knubbler to actually approve the recording. He was completely blown away at the end result, more so that Nathan Explosion was speaking a different language. And because of that, his voice wasn't as harsh as it normally was when he sang. Runa was impressed herself, finally accepting the fact she wasn't going playing. That was, until Moira approached her.

"Rune… I was thinking about it and… I want you and Murderface to play with the rest of us. You and Skwisgaar can play the same thing while Murderface does so with Bloodyfist." Runa was shocked, her mouth slightly open as she stared down at Moira.

"You… you means it?"

"Sure. You helped Skwisgaar out. You deserve being by him and showing off your rad guitar skills too." Runa squealed in glee as she jumped around. Moira laughed a little.

"That's sweet. Really sweet." Knubbler commented, "So, you all wanted to record a few songs to mess around with, right?" The girls nodded. Dethklok cleared the recording booth, setting the drums as close to the wall as possible with still enough room for Pickles and Cherry to get in and out. Even if the room was bigger than the normal one they were used to, room was still scarce.

Cancerous situated themselves in the booth, waiting for Knubbler to cue them. All of them seemed to know what to play. The song they were about to perform was almost a bit ironic considering the dilemma they had today.

They began to play, and just because, Lucy was bouncing around. Moira seemed to let herself loose as she swayed her hips from side to side, running a hand through her hair in a sexually suggestive manner. Runa and Bloodyfist were head banging. Cherry tried not to laugh at them as Moira began. Her hips swayed from side to side in time with the drum.

You're growing cold
The end is near
I know it's sad, its true my dear
What's one more blow to seal this fate?
And what's one more nail?
It's getting late,
So take our pulse

The girls joined her for the chorus, and that included Lucy and Runa. Dethklok briefly wondered, well, more like Skwisgaar, Pickles and Toki, if the song had a deeper meaning. Especially from the way the first three lines of the chorus were sang. Moira must have forgotten where she was as she removed the mike, twirling the wire in her delicate hands.

Keep our hearts from breaking
Beating still six feet deep
A funeral for all the love we've lost
We'll bury yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always six feet deep

Moira sang the last note alone, then was followed by a brief pause of the guitars with Cherry keeping the beat. Then the guitars exploded into another verse.

Buried alive I soon grow weak
One last embrace
Then never speak
Death warrant signed
Lying in state
This coffin is lined
It's never too late to check our pulse

Keep our hearts from breaking
Beating still six feet deep
A funeral for all the love we've lost
We'll bury yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always six feet deep

Ooh You're growing cold,
Ooh you're growing cold

Keep our hearts from breaking
Beating still six feet deep
A funeral for all the love we've lost
We'll bury yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always six feet deep

The last verse jumped a small step in pitch and tempo. At this point, the girls were a bit wild as they rocked to their music. Some of them couldn't help but giggle.

Keep our hearts from breaking
Beating still six feet deep
A funeral for all the love we've lost
We'll bury yesterday
Things I've never said before
Always six feet deep

Knubbler hit the stop button as Cancerous began to laugh louder when the song ended, finally in a lighter mood then before. Moira leaned against the mike, shaking her head.

"S-sorry. Whew!" straightening out, she waited for Knubbler to allow them to play another song. Knubbler waited, thinking it was going to be another girly sounding voice coming through the feed despite the complete differ tone of the music. When Moira opened her mouth, his jaw dropped.

You can't kill me. I am living inside you.
I am a part of your existence
Twisted thoughts in a twisted mind
Provoking you

The producer had not heard of Cancerous until that day when he actually dropped by. He of course, had heard a few songs from them but thought nothing of Moira's singing ability with the older songs he heard. At this point in her life, this girl had an amazing skill that was hard for women to accomplish, only taking her three years to perfect and stop the sore throats. It still put Nathan to slight shame. The small woman's body language even changed with her voice. Her eyes were as bright as liquid gold, the feline look intensified. Moira seemed to have a sneer on her face as she practically roared into the mike.

Black is my heart - dark is my soul
My hatred I cannot control
Evil seed growing stronger
Your freewill... Dying! Dying!

Inside you - heart of darkness
A part of you - heart of darkness

To deny me, is to deny yourself.
The illusion is dissolved
You are no longer in control
The facade crumbles - the transition is complete

...The transition is complete

Inside you - heart of darkness
A part of you - heart of darkness

I come to you in the night
I am your dark subconscious
I keep you awake, knowing
I am the heart of darkness

Everyone was surprised that Lucy was the one to take on the lead. She was actually pretty good. Of course, her skills weren't as amazing as Runa's when compared to Skwisgaar, but she was sure better then Toki by a little, thus causing said Norwegian to sulk in a corner about his craptastic skills.

Inside you - heart of darkness
A part of you - heart of darkness

I come to you in the night
I am your dark subconscious
I keep you awake, knowing
I am the heart of darkness

Once it was over, Dethklok clapped for them. The girls smiled, knowing that their session was over. They also knew that after today relationship between everyone was going to change and hopefully for the better.

-Managers' Office-

Ofdensen looked at Munkittrick sternly, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. The other girls need to know about this threat." Turning to the screen with Javier Van Winkler on it, he sighed, "It's only a matter of time before they figure it out. They trust me to protect them like I'm trusting you. It's best if we tell them before the press conference." He smoothed his hand over his hair. "It's better to be honest with them Charlie. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn."

"Very well then… uh, I guess we could do tell them at the end of the week, where Moira and Nathan are to hopefully start preparing themselves for the media and their speeches. Which probably won't happen because Halloween is in a few days." Munkittricked nodded as he watched Ofdensen walk away. "That reminds me… the girls had put in a request for something."

Andrew Munkittrick chuckled a little at that, knowing exactly what the girls were up to. After he was done musing, he became serious again. Turning back to the TV monitor, he pressed play on his DVD remote.

"Prepare yourselves Cancerous, I'm going to fucking kill you all when you least expect it. I have connections everywhere, so I'm always watching. Don't get cozy in Mordhaus you whores, because it ain't gonna last long. I'm coming for you…" he pointed two fingers at the camera with his thumb up, making it into a gun. "Heh, bang, bang."

Ooh, intense! What's gonna happen to our beloved band members? Dun, dun, dun!

And out of curiosity, who is your favorite Cancerous character?

Thank you Dragonz, I just couldn't resist the lamps. "What are you having a meeting about? Lamps?" "How comes were weren'ts invited to da lamps meetings, huh?" lmao. Breaking things always help people vent :D And yeah, Moira seems to be getting a bit out of control :O -tries to hold lid shut on Moira Think Tank-

No problem YouSweet, Dungeons and Drangons seems like an interesting game. But I think I'll stick to my Scrabble and Pic-tionary, lol. I hate writing things down (dun, dun, dun!). My fic makes you hungry? o.O; -insert twilight zone music- But pancakes do sound good right about now.

A big thanks to both of you. I didn't think the lemon would come out good, but um... glad you liked it?

Dear HMC, I actually have no clue what you're talking about. Who's Xixthe? Because all you wrote was "...Xixthe's story on . ..." Dunno if a link was suppose to be there or something. But now I'm deeply hurt that my story has somehow turned out to be "suspiciously similar" to someone else's work. -feels like complete failure- And I don't know if your "I'd watch that" statement was suppose to be threatening. So I hope that my fic doesn't turn out to be like this Xixthe's in the end. However, my words to you (and I do not intend to sound all mean or anything so forgive my choice of wording), a lot of fics after a while tend to be similar, and in this, forms cliche's. God only knows my Inu Yasha fan fics are like that. So please don't be so quick to judge my story and compare it someone else's when I don't even know who they are. I'm not even done with my story, I don't even consider it half way at this point! Maybe a third... So hopefully this "parallel" universe my fic has dipped it's toes into is lifted and we can all be on our merry way. I don't want to cause trouble with anyone. D: I hate virtual rumbles -remembers a certain someone reviewing APL- it makes people mad for pointless reasons.