2/09: Ok, this chapter had a pretty big change concerning Moira and Ivan's first meeting. I kind of figured I should some how give Nathan a bigger reason to hate Ivan and thus I have made this Russian man a bit flirtatious. :D Enjoy!
Tracks of Choice: "Misery Loves Company" by Emilie Autumn, "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation
Chapter 13: Memories of Deth
Cancerous was standing in front of Charles Foster Ofdensen who sat behind a dark cherry wood desk in his office aboard the massive aircraft. All of them were worried for their manager and their future. Moira stood a half step in front of them all in the middle, voicing the concern they felt. It had only been an hour since they took and already all of them were ready to have some kind of mental breakdown, this threat on them was just too much for even Moira to get her mind around it. Moira was mad at herself, wondering why she didn't stop while they were, so to speak, a head. Perhaps then the Undertakers would have left them alone and the accident with her ex would be nothing more than an unfortunate incident. People were always finding something weird in their food, whether it be hair, bugs or fingers.
"Ofdensen, what is to become of us if Munkittrick is not found? Who is to take care of, for lack of better words, our image?" Moira was twisting the end of her shirt nervously, a trait she had accumulated since being with Dethklok. Normally she was the most confident one of them all, but right now she just wanted to hide under her bed and will the mess away. Ofdensen handed her a paper. "What's this?" she took it and began to read it. Everyone peered over her shoulders.
"A contract Munkittrick and I had, concerning you, and… the possible threat of the Undertakers hurting or killing one of us before we can stop them." He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of brandy and some glasses, offering to the girls. Cherry surprisingly declined, but Runa and Bloodyfist took up the offer. "Normally I wouldn't do such a thing, but the five of you make Dethklok happy, and I like it when their happy. It makes my job that much easier." He stared up at them, Moira looked away with a slight blush, "I'm sorry about your manager, with the amount of blood found…" his voice trailed. All the girls sighed. That was something they didn't really want to hear. The possibility of Andrew Munkittrick being dead. "Moira, I know it's been your goal to go back to Moscow, but it's necessary. We'll be stopping in Greenland to board another plane to attract less attention to ourselves."
She frowned and poured herself a shot of brandy, tilting her head back and finishing the glass in two large gulps. " Ugh… It's one of the last places I'd ever want to be besides Iraq. I really didn't think I'd be going back to the place where my childhood began to suck." Moira bit her bottom lip, already remembering the horrific accident that robbed her of her innocence and father. "Why are we going there?"
"All in due time Moira. Now, if you'll excuse me…"
They got the hint that he needed to some phone calls when he picked up his cell and five left after that, all of them with a downcast expression with slump shoulders and frowns. None were more miserable then Moira. Of all times to be forced back to her childhood city, it had to be because of some life threatening situation that took her manager for dead most likely. Munkittrick was strong and a formidable opponent, but if he was ambushed by the psychos after Cancerous, there was no way for him to fight off guns.
Moira punched the wall with her left hand, this time causing a sickening cracking noise to come from her hand as it collided with the rough steel. She didn't flinch as she saw her blood run down the wall like water droplets on a window. Bloodyfist was the one to gently ease the hand from the wall and examine it, claiming the obvious. Moira Implosion successfully crushed her knuckles.
"Hey… why don't we go practice? To get our mind off this shit hole we've managed to tumble in before we switch planes?" the leader of Cancerous looked at them pleadingly.
Cherry shrugged, "I guess… But first let's git that hand patched up, hun."
-The Dethcopter's Hanger-
Too lazy to ask for a decent room with better acoustics, the female metal band set up their instruments where their tour bus was stored along with hundreds of other things such as their luggage, supplies, weapons, and housed a dozen staff klokateers in the cargo hold. The faithful guards would be their audience.
Moira sat on a crate examining her blood soaked bandaged. When the doctor in the infirmary was examining it, she was a bit disappointed to know that she didn't break her hand, just tore the skin above her knuckled. At least they wouldn't swell for now and she could move her fingers. She smiled ruefully. Moira then sighed and got up once it looked like the girls were ready, the amps hooked up and buzzing. The rest of her band watched her from afar, pitying their leader because they knew just how much she couldn't stand Moscow. Just because she could be an ice bitch, she was still a human being with feelings and traumas like the rest of them. No one could really relate to her having watched her father die, and it made their leader even sadder. She frowned and got up.
"Misery Loves Company. It'll get us all involved with singing." Moira commanded. She ignored their sympathetic looks. Moira tapped her foot to the tempo and everyone began to play. Runa on violin, Lucy on keyboards, Bloodyfist on bass and Cherry on drums. The song was a little complicated, with everyone jumping in and out of singing, including Runa and Lucy who sang simple words such as in the second verse, yet it was an sort of an energetic piece. Moira waited for the intro to pass before beginning, followed by Cherry and Bloodyfist.
M: It's not the time
B: It's not the place
C: I'm just another pretty face
M: So don't come any closer
C: You're not the first
C&B: You're not the last
B: How many more?
M&B: Don't even ask
M: You're one more dead composer
M: Do I need you?
L&R: Yes and no
M: Do I want you?
L&R: Maybe so
M: You're getting warm
You're getting warm
You're getting warmer
L&R: (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
M: Did you plan this (C&B: all along)
M: Did you care if (L&R: it was wrong)
A: Who's getting warmer now
That I'm gone
From the cat walk, Ofdensen watched them perform to the cleaning staff. In his mind he was thinking of a way to take care of them when Dethklok was already a hand full. He had just gotten off the phone with the second in command at Mordhaus. Things were just not right. The blood was confirmed as Munkittrick's. About thirty meters from the crime scene, the body of a klokateer was found, shot to death. The guard who last seen the older manager was interrogated ruthlessly, but he seemed to be clean and his alibi checked out good, but there were a handful of klokateers who were unaccounted for. They must have been the moles.
M: Misery loves company
And company loves more
More loves everybody else
But hell is others
M&C: Misery loves company
And company loves more
More loves everybody else
But hell is others
Nathan stood at one of the doorway of one of the many corridors that led to the belly of the helicopter, listening to the girls play. The rest of Dethklok was up stairs bowling to pass the time and get their mind off the weird crap going on. Ever since Cancerous began to stay with them, weirder stuff began to pop up, the one thing standing out to the gruff vocalist was the fact he and his band mates were actually caring, a not very metal thing. He hated that. Hated Moira with a bloody passion, yet he couldn't help but… care. Nathan couldn't explain why the petite woman was getting under his skin. Was it because she could sing in the most brutal of fashions, then sing a pop kind of piece with a classical flair? This was way more than a physical attraction.
Moira's band was just random, and yet eerie like his from the world of Bizarro if one were to stop and analyze the situation: female, more common sense and more diverse in playing instruments then his own but took them years to get recognized and were way poorer then the male band. Everyone in Dethklok were metal gods, while Cancerous would be considered demigods, still a fearsome opponent but could still be crushed and be a memory of the past. There were still many unanswered questions Nathan couldn't explain. He grumbled to himself and left.
M: I'm not for you
C: You're not for me
B: I'll kill you first
C: You wait and see
M: You devil undercover
C: You're not a prince
B: You're not a friend
M: You're just a child
C&B: And in the end
M: You're one more selfish lover
M: Do I need you?
L&R: Yes and no
M: Do I want you?
L&R: Maybe so
M: You're getting warm
You're getting warm
You're getting warmer
L&R: (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
M: Did you plan this(L&R: all along)
Did you care if (C&B: it was wrong)
A: Who's getting warmer now
That I'm gone…
-6:15 PM Russian Time (roughly 9 1/2 hours later), Sheremetyevo International Airport-
Everyone tumbled out of the small private jet they were transferred to. Cancerous had no problem but Dethklok had suffered from claustrophobia the last six and a half hours from Greenland to Moscow, unused to the closed confinements. Nathan had been nauseous most of the time; staying in the back with an ominous Moira clutching her throbbing hand. Their luggage couldn't fit and so was being shipped to them, possibly arriving the next morning.
Dethklok huddled together, completely taken by surprised to the drastic weather change from Mordland to here. Moira seemed to have warned Cancerous as all of them, including Ofdensen, were wearing thick black jackets. Their pilot had told them outside was a brutal six degrees, three degrees higher than the record low in November. Un-fucking-believable.
Pickles rushed to Cherry as soon as she stepped down from the plane, holding her close for warmth. This was far worse than standing in the rain when Nathan found out Rebecca was seeing another man while still in a coma or waiting outside of Toki's childhood home when they had gone to see his dying father. Murderface and Skwisgaar agreed on that one as they too attached themselves to their female partner. Bloodyfist looked ready to hurt him, but decided not to do a pile driver on the freezing bassist whose mucus was beginning to freeze on his mustache. Toki and Nathan were the only ones taking it like men, even if they were shivering uncontrollably.
They were soon greeted by a man who looked a lot like a young Winston Churchill with more hair named Yakov Lebedev, head of Dethklok Russia. He greeted Ofdensen with a friendly handshake. Another man, much younger than the other, stood beside him with a rifle, perhaps the assigned guard. Cancerous couldn't help but ogle the man, much to the boys displeasure. Both were dressed in big black snow jackets with the Dethklok logo sewn on the back, thick black pants and snow boots. Another person, this one a terminal staff member, came waddling over with a hand full of jackets.
"Please, you must all be cold." Yakov said with little accent. "Ofdensen said some of you did not have jackets" He smiled as the boys took the fleece jackets, sighing in relief as their body heat remained inside. He turned to Cancerous, his smile faltering. "And these are the reason Dethklok is here so early?" he took a step toward Moira, "And how funny that we should meet again, Ms. Implosion. Your father was a good man." He said the last bit in Russian, not really wanting the others who didn't know the language to hear.
Everyone stared at the girl who clenched her hands. She glared up at the man, talking in a low controlled voice though she felt like smacking the man. "What do you know of me or my father?" her Russian was flawless even after all those years of being away. "I don't know who you are." her gaze shifted to the other Russian, her eyes locking with his forest green eyes.
"It's nothing to worry about, Ms. Implosion. Your father had worked for me many years ago, and was one of my best men. In fact, he was my guard's idol." He then turned to the others while Moira mused over the information. Now that she recalled, she never knew where or for who her father had worked for. "Come now, it's getting colder and we still have almost an hour to drive to my home." He turned to lead them away. One by one the group followed until Moira, Nathan and the blond haired soldier were left alone. The man, perhaps a good two or three inches shorter then Nathan, smiled a little and bowed to take her good hand, the other in the pocket of her jacket, and brought it up to his lips. Nathan felt his blood pressure rise.
"A pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Implosion." He then placed a gentle kissed on her knuckles, staring down into her questionings eyes, "I find it an honor to look after a beautiful and talented woman such as yourself."
She didn't even blush a little, but her heart skipped a beat. The front woman narrowed her eyes, "I don't respond to flirations from random men kindly nowadays. Out of my way or I knee you." The man chuckled but stepped to the side to allow Moira to go on her merry way to join the group. Taking a quick glance at Nathan, the front man didn't know if he imagined the smirk.
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Everyone was separated into two limos. Cancerous in one and Dethklok in the other. The girls were riding behind a shiny blue Volvo that Ofdensen, Yakov and his nameless bodyguard were in, probably discussing arrangements and planning the safest route to their concert location without being seen until their expected appearance. After a long time, the boys sat around in silence without their female companions, finding that it was a bit boring. Pickles looked out the window and whistled.
"This place is pretty neat. Fucking cold too." He rubbed his still numb arms for emphasis through the jacket, hoping the friction would help warm him up.
Toki, sitting to his left, nodded. Skwisgaar yawned, mumbling about sleeping the moment they got to where ever it was they were going. Glancing at Murderface, the guitarist shuddered.
"Musts you does dat here?" he inched away as much as possible, hoping the man wouldn't sneeze on him.
"What? My shnotsh all dried up on my mushtach! It'sh very uncomfortable." He defended himself, pulling at a rather long strand. He hissed in pain. "None of you would know. Well, maybe Picklesh."
"I at least wipe my nose every now and then!" Pickles pouted. "I hate having a runny nose."
Toki played with his mustache. "I wouldn'ts cause my hairs don'ts connects." Noticing that their vocalist wasn't paying attention, Toki waved his hand in Nathan's face. "You in dere?" Nathan didn't even flinch, but murmured a few random things. "Huh?"
"I said… there's nothing brutal about this place. Why is Moira so freaked out about it? Just because her dad died here?" he rolled his eyes. The others stared at him before it dawned on them. He really didn't know what happened to her. Pickles took the initiative to tell him.
"Hey, dood. I know we're all about being dark and brutal douche bags and shit. But sometimes, don't you ever think that there are somethings kids just shouldn't see? Like, lil girls?" The drummer sighed at Nathan's deadpanned face. Of course not, Nathan wanted the world to be dark and brutal.
"You're uh… kidding right?" Nathan said.
"Comes on Natans, littles girls should nevers sees violent tings when dey supposes to bes so innocents." Skwisgaar said. Toki and Murderface nodded in agreement. "Moira tolds us what happens to her and da rests of Cancerous. Dey had it justs as bads as us, maybes worse. I can see hows all dat makes Moira super bitch."
"So what happened to her then… not that I really care." He was intrigued though.
Pickles shrugged, "I don't know the details, and neither she nor her stats say anything about it. Did the research and couldn't find much besides some pictures. But when she was seven, she said her and her dad got into a really bad accident. It was so bad; her dad got torn in half. I saw a picture of her getting taken out of the car. I think she was clutching his kidney or something." He shook his head. It was probably a miracle that she wasn't completely crazy in the head. Spazzy yes, but not crazy that one should question her sanity. "Her mom hates her too. Beat up pretty good." No matter how much Dethklok liked the world to be chaotic, the five could never approve of abuse in any way, shape or form.
-With Cancerous-
Moira was getting antsy, looking at all of the buildings sparkling with lights as they entered the heart of Moscow. They drove past Red Square, Moira's lips twitched into a small smile. Images of her as a child holding her father's hand clouded her mind. Then the accident.
"Moiras. You okays?" Lucy asked, putting a cool hand on her forehead, "You looks sick."
Cherry looked up, her green eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Come now Lu. Leave Mo'ra alone. We all know she ain't never wanted to come back to this city. Poor dear. You're not gonna have a heart attack, are ya?" Moira shook her head, than placed her forehead on the frost window. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep in seconds.
-In her dream-
"Daddy! I had so much fun at the zoo!" said the ecstatic child as she clung to her father's arm. The middle age man chuckled, easily hoisting her up into his strong arm as she snuggled into his warm chest, staying away from the chilly January air. "I love you daddy." The two of them were in a large parking lot still full of cars, even if it was near dusk. Her father was a handsome fellow, towering over her with a solid body standing six feet tall. His mass of black hair was gelled back with only a few strands hanging over his hazel-green gaze.
"Me too, honey." He said with a deep but caring voice. "Let's go home." He strapped his rather small child into her car seat, still recommended by their mother because the youth was smaller than the average seven year old, standing at 3 and a half feet and weighing only 42 pounds. She could probably pass for kindergartener. The child giggled as her father tickled her for a moment.
As they drove on the busy street, Moira looked out of the window at the icy scenery. "Can we go get a cake to surprise mommy?" she smiled up at her father through the rearview mirror.
Edgar Implosion sighed, "I don't think so honey. It's late and the snow is making the road a bit dangerous." Moira pouted as small tears brimmed her golden orbs. Unable to stand his daughter being sad, he yield to her demand. They were currently on a rather small and deserted road. Mr. Implosion looked a bit worried. "What street is this?" he looked left and right. Spotting a sign, he sighed in relief. They had taken the back road to the heart of Moscow. It would only be a few kilometers before they merged into one of the main streets.
In no time at all, the two of them made it safely to Coffee Mania Café where Edgar could buy a few cheap drinks and hang with some American tourists, his only connection to his old home. Once the two Implosions settled on a simple chocolate cake, they made a trek back to the car. Edgar didn't like the looks of things as the snow began to pick up. He cursed for forgetting to put on his snow chains.
Going back the way they came, Moira had fallen asleep, clutching the pink box in her hands. Edgar smiled tiredly at her. They had quite a long way to go, especially since they were taking the longer path home.
Moira woke up when they went over a speed bump, so the child yawned and set the cake in the seat next to her so she could stretch. Smiling at her father, Edgar glanced at her from the mirror as they entered a tunnel underneath a bridge. It was the worse time to take his eyes off the road. A car coming from the opposite direction swerved out of control. Moira saw this and screamed; scaring her father and making him press the accelerator out of reaction. The car lost friction from the road as it entered an icy patch, Edgar tried to press the breaks and moved the steering wheel, but a sickening crack indicated his breaks broke. They were now going 144kph, about 90 miles an hour. The other car crashed into the side of the bridge. Sadly for the Implosions, they were on a crash course into a tree. Edgar out of instinct to save his child removed his shoulder strap to look at the crying and screaming girl.
"Get down!"
"Daddy!"
The car, now going 100mph, hit the tree from the passenger side. The car jerked violently, sending glass flying everywhere and cutting the poor child. With the massive whiplash, the top half of Edgar was violently ripped off from the waist, flying out the window to land a good twenty feet away. More blood splattered everywhere. In the shock, Edgar had just enough life to turn toward his daughter then die.
Moira kicked and screamed, trying to wipe the bits of intestines off her. She clawed at her face, her nail-less fingers thankfully not cutting her. The young Implosion thrashed around, not having enough sense to unlatch the belt herself. Red liquid oozed everywhere, and bits of pieces of Mr. Implosions insides were scattered about, his kidney rested on the young girl's lap.
"Daddy! Daddy! Help me! It won't come off!" she let out a blood curdling scream before something snapped within her as she suddenly stopped. She began to laugh hysterically, spreading her and her father's combined blood all over her cheeks and neck, "Dead… we're dead… ha, ha!" another bout of laughter erupted before she passed out, a death grip on the organ.
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She woke up again to the sound of crunching metal. Rescue workers were cutting away at the warp metal to help free her. She squinted when someone shown a light at her face, blinding her for a moment. Why did she feel so sticky?
"Little girl! Are you ok?" One of them said to her in Russian. Moira stared at him absent mindedly. Who was he? The door fell off the hinge as the man maneuvered himself into the vehicle, unclasping the seven year old from her seat. "It's all right. You're safe now."
"Daddy…?" she said quietly. The flash of cameras startled her. She began to kick and scream again. The man, unprepared for her reaction, let her go. "Daddy!"
"Little girl! No, come back!"
Moira ran in the direction of where the top half of her father had been left in the snow. She slipped on a puddle of frozen blood, landing face first in his exposed and frost bitten stomach spewing out from his torso. Before she could reach out to her lifeless father, she was sweep up into the rescuers arms. That was the last image Moira saw of her father's corpse.
-End Dream-
Moira's eyes shot open as she tumbled out of the couch she had been laying in. Still dazed, she looked around the room, shaking from her nightmare. The vivid images of that day never left her. Where the hell was she? Bile rose into her throat, threatening to spew out. She clutched her mouth, hoping to keep the acidic substance at bay until she made it to the kitchen in front of her.
Reaching the sink, she emptied the contents of her stomach, making loud gagging noises. She gripped the sink tightly, threatening to break her nails on its surface. A door swung open to her left. A shirtless Nathan came out to investigate the vile noise, and was a little stunned to see the small woman heaving with her face in the sink. It was a good thing Cherry had tied the girl's long hair back in a braid as more yellow liquid gushed out of her mouth. Once Moira was done, she sunk to the, gasping for air.
"You uh… ok there?" he asked. He handed her a napkin from the counter.
Moira nodded, quivering a little at her ordeal. "Y-yeah. I just… I think I need to find s-some closure." She said absent mindedly, wiping the sides of her mouth. Looking around again, her eyebrows creased together.
"And you're hand?" Moira gripped it, looking at the nasty black and blue marks poking out from underneath the bandages.
" Ok, I suppose. Where… where are we?"
Nathan sat down on the tiled floor beside her. Both of their backs against the cupboards across the sink. He shrugged. "No fucking clue. But I think it's that jack-off's place."
"Yakov, you idiot." Moira rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. We're in a pretty neat mansion, though it's not very metal for someone in charge of our campaign here." He shrugged again, "So what's this closure shit you were talking about? You kept mumbling in your sleep." He turned to face her.
It was Moira's turn to shrug, "My dad died violently here, in front of my eyes when I was little. I've been avoiding Moscow because I didn't think I could handle it. But if my reaction is going to be puking every time and not some sissy ass meltdown, then I guess I'm really ready to say good bye to him." Her lips twitched at the corner.
"That's not brutal at all…" he said grumpily. "But you're a girl so what do you know?"
The female beside him glared. "Oh, fuck off Nathan. What do you know? You never lost anyone close to you. You're an insensitive prick who gets his jolly up in a bunch when he sees death. What the hell was so brutal about Florida? So what if a car crashed into you class room. Big fucking deal, you didn't care about them, did you?"
"No."
Moira crossed her arms, "And besides. As much as I hate to admit it, women are so much more emotional than men by nature. Though I haven't cried since… well, the moment I saw my dad die. I had loved him so much when I was little." Nathan felt a little uncomfortable for some apparent reason. "I need to brush my teeth. Ick."
"So… uh. What do… uh…"
"Where's Ofdensen?"
"Down the hall, doing whatever the hell he does."
"I need a car. Right now. I have a trip to make." She got up without Nathan's and rinsed her mouth with tap water. "You can come if you want. In case I reenact my dad's death and I die, you can too." She said jokingly. What dark humor this chick had. Someone else opened their door. Cherry walked out, rubbing her eyes.
"Whut's all dem commotion 'bout?" she yawned, "Mo'ra, hun, is that you?" she jumped as Nathan stood, "Oh crap. Nate. Didn't see ya there buddy. What's all the hullabaloo about?"
"Cherry, will you come with me… or us." The vocalist glanced at the other. He nodded. "I wanna see my dad." Cherry gasped.
"Sure. Let me get my coat." Through the open door, they heard whispering and the rustling of clothes. "I'll be back soon. Don't wait up, ya hear?" the drummer then strolled out of her room, zipping up her jacket.
-On the road-
It took a lot of begging from Moira's part to allow the manager to even consider letting her and the others go. He only agreed to it as long as Yakov's bodyguard, who was named Ivan, to drive them there. Moira was unimpressed about the large house they were staying out with two guest houses attached to the main one by sealed corridors. Moira was staying in one of the guests house with Nathan and the drummers. Everyone else was on the other side. Ofdensen had taken residence inside the main mansion, the first room left to hallway leading to theirs, probably to keep an eye on the changing Moira. Everyone knew something was wrong with her.
Moira sat in the front, giving directions to the young man in Russian to the place that was like a thorn to her side. Seeing the familiar bridge, she braced herself. On the other side would be the tree that ended her father's life. She swallowed the lump in her throat, ignoring the concern stares of Ivan, Nathan and Cherry. She hadn't realized she was gripping the arm rest with a death grip.
The car slowed down and Moira felt her heart clench painfully. In front of the tree was a memorial, dedicated to Edgar Implosion, built by friends and neighbors just before the other Implosion's left. She was a little surprised that it was kept in pretty good condition. She glanced a Ivan who looked away to inspect the deserted street. Did the young man watch over it while she was away?
She got out of the car, followed by Nathan and Cherry with Ivan standing by the car to keep watch. Kneeling before the stone marker and not caring that the melting snow soaked her jeans and thermos, she wiped away the buildup of snow, revealing a poem carved into it. At the bottom, it had her name. "These were the first lyrics I ever did." She hummed a few notes, taking off her leather gloves to touch it. "It's so sappy..." she chuckled.
"How did the song go?" Cherry asked, kneeling beside her long time friend. Reading the words mentally, she was shocked at the emotion being conveyed through the words. This was the work of a her friend at the age of seven? Moira to a deep breath, feeling the cold hair pierce her lungs. She welcomed the pain as she began.
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Ivan, who finally came over, and Nathan stood behind the girls, listening to Moira sing acapella to the cold silent night. It was already close to midnight, three hours after sunset that Nathan found trippy. The black hair woman began to shake, but neither of them could tell if it was from the cold or the fact she was standing at the death site of her father. Both of their hearts reached out for her, admiring her strength to not break down in front of everyone.
Never thought
This day would come so soon
We had no time to say goodbye
How can the world just carry on?
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
Is this our farewell?
Sweet darling you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
Cherry joined her for the last verse up until the last two lines. Tears were streaming down her face; leaving warm trials down her redden cheeks. For someone so young to compose such a sad song, it was heart breaking. Even Nathan had to admit that it was one of the saddest songs he heard. He was at a loss for words. After all these years, Moira was still grieving. The way she curled in on herself reminded him of a child, and for the first time he saw just how fragile she was. The years of hurt were covered up by her anger. Did she believe what her mother had said? There was no way Moira would intentionally kill her father. And it was an accident. Right then and there, Nathan forgave Moira for evey time she lashed out him and everyone and simply put the whole fiasco of trying to ruin her band behind him. She didn't deserve it.
So sorry your world is tumbling down
I will watch you through these nights
Rest your head and go to sleep
Because my child, this not our farewell.
This is not our farewell.
Moira kissed the picture engraved at the top. "Goodbye is not forever."
Kind of sucky and sad. Breaks my heart. I serious had 4 different versions to choose from (again). Hope you enjoy. Next Chapter is: dun dun dun! A tribunal chapter.
Dragonz: Yes, Music brings people together. It the universal language! -thinks back to solo fest at school- Oh yes. I don't know what's up with Bohemiem Rhapsody, (I love that song) but I would never have thought it would bring 10 competing schools into this whacked out by amazing harmony of like 300 high school choir junkies. I think it's legendary now. In all my years in choir, I never experienced anything like that.
YourSweet: Ah, so many whacked out things in Metalocalypse. The best would have to be them wanting a yoga teacher so they can become more flexible to suck their own -ahems-. Great minds do tend to think alike. Or we somehow got mentally connected while we were asleep and my brain sucked up something O: Dun, dun, dun!!
Favorite Rankings:
Three way tie for First place: RUNA, MOIRA, and CHERRY
Last Place: Obviously Lucy and Bloodyfist