Cancerousklok Chapter 19: Before the Concertklok, a metalocalypse fanfic

AN 2/09: Major add in! Can you find it? Shocking info between Ivan and Moira.

Sorry for the long wait! I'll discuss why after this chapter. I also really hate the new Login Account set up. So f-ing pissed.

Tracks of Choice: "Hit and Run" by Girlschool, "Face Your Demons" by After Forever, "Hear Me" by Doro Pesch

Chapter 19: Before the Concertklok

Two days were left for the concert and everyone was bustling about the compound, practicing nonstop to perfect their pieces. With the dual concert, everyone was more concerned. As the bands alternated using the practice room, the atmosphere began to change from a happy carefree kind to an anxious feeling. The CFO of the bands had told them nothing new, but Moira's suspicious train of thought was still there, yet she didn't know how to breach the matter with him or the other men in charge of their safety. The five associates were rarely seen, and it was a shock to Pickles that Seth actually stayed away for the time being, not bothering to open his trap. Either he was pissed at Cherry or Charles had him by the balls. Perhaps the latter for Seth wasn't one to be out done by a woman. The Texan born female was just glad to not see him.

Waves upon waves of reinforcements came through out the day. The Russian MiG 29s could be heard circling above them every several hours, keeping unwanted visitors from coming until the day of the concert. Guards were constantly being rotated, probably to prevent them from being near the bands for so long and to acquaint them with the arena of barren frozen land where the stage was set up since the stage cube was under heavy maintaince back at Mordland. So far things had been running smoothly. With no bad news from Mordland, Ofdensen felt confident that his safety plan would work.

Dethklok was currently leaving the practice room when their hour was up. It was a bit tough, but the five managed to run through most of their songs at once. On the main floor, they were greeted with the sight of Runa and Cherry almost doing an Olympic kind of gymnastic routine as they spun through combinations of cart wheels and summersaults and back flips. Bloodyfist was in a middle of a tae bow exercise, like something out of Billy Blanks' Tae Bow Boot Camp videos. Lucy, off in her own little corner with an iPod, seemed to be doing ballet.

"The fuck are you doing?" Nathan asked as he approached Moira, who was sitting on a crate Indian style. The woman glanced up at him.

Moira sighed, "A few things they normally do before a concert. The girls have the jitters with all the guards coming in, and when they do our own thing, it relaxes us a bit. A workout never hurt anyone. You could do some yourself." She snickered. Nathan growled, wrapping large arms around his torso. "I'm pretty chill about it. But I could use a change of scenery." She shrugged, "Oh well."

"Whats dis you listens too. I feels dat I heards dis before, longs times ago. Soundeds all '80s to mes." Skwisgaar said heading over to a stool against the wall to push the back button again so the song on the stereo played from the beginning.

I was out in the cold
Alone in the night
How could I carry on?
Felt so empty inside

All you gave me were promises
Nothing better than lies
Hit and run
Hit and run
Hit and run
Hit and run

Told me how it could be
Showed me how to believe
But I just didn`t realize
It was all in my dreams…

"Shit… this is one of our old ass songs, back when we were beginning and getting out of the cover scene crap." Bloodyfist said. "It played on the radio every now and then, but it never really hit it big." She wiped the buildup of sweat from her forehead with a towel.

"Oh… I am tinks I hears it when I firsts comes to da United States. I did tours here with Financially Raped. We am all been in Ozzyfest." He rubbed the back of his neck, "Dat man crazies." The female bass player laughed.

"Sounds about right. We recorded this in late spring of '99 just because. We weren't official. I forgot where the hell Ozzfest was held, but it was near Texas. You must have heard it there." Skwisgaar shrugged, then blanched at the horrid smell of sweat from the bassist as she raised her arms. She may have been a hell of a lot better than Murderface, but she still had some similar traits. Her lack of concern for body odor could be one.

Ofdensen came into the scene, dressed up in a thick snow jacket. Everyone huddled around him, wondering why he was there when normally he was in his office or out and about. "Everyone," he began. "I'm, ah… sure you must be feeling a bit restless. I've decided to let you have the afternoon to yourselves and, uh… allow you to see the stage." He handed each of them a map. "Stay within these zones. You'll be safe." The bands cheered and rushed past him to head up into their rooms and change into warmer clothes.

In the leaders' room, Moira frowned as the predicament she and Nathan landed in. Changing in the same room. Like something out of a middle schooler's worse nightmare, both were too peeved to wait for one another.

"Lady's first, so get out." She said, opening her suitcase that was sitting at the far corner of the room and pulled out a nice thermal black long sleeved shirt. She held it up and tilted her head to the side, debating on whether or not to actually wear it.

Nathan sighed exasperatedly, "No. I got here first." Her constant shifts in moods frazzled his simple mind but Bloodyfist and Cherry had assured him it was her way of warming up to him. Her insecurity was what hindered her to opening up to people, but the quarter Amazonian man knew she wasn't completely mistrusting of him, Moira was probably just in denial. She turned around to face him and pouted rather cutely in his opinion.

The two had a staring match that lasted for a good minute. It would have lasted longer if Murderface hadn't walked in, drawing both of their attentions. Moira cringed at the sight of his bare chest, clearly disgusted with his grotesque hairiness and protuding gut. She turned her back to him with a shudder and tried not to gag.

"What?" Nathan said not to friendly. Seeing Moira looking away, he took the opportunity to get dress. There was no way she would undress in front of two grown men because after all, she wasn't a slut. As for him, he really didn't care, not since his high school football days when he and his team mates actually compared their ding-dongs in the showers. Ah, not so very good days of his youth.

As he slipped off his black t-shirt, he was surprised to see her doing the same, with her back to them still. Murderface didn't seem to notice. He was brought out of his shock when Murderface began to talk.

"I wasch wonderin' if you had an extra pair of glovesh." He said.

With a wary eye on the woman, Nathan slipped off his boots and jeans. "Uh… why?" it was good to know he wasn't free balling this time. With weather this bad, his testicles would probably suffer frost bite and fall off his being. And if Moira turned around… He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

"Becaush I have to keep my handsh from getting' frosht bite!" The bass player sneezed.

"Why the fuck should I care?"

"I'm the bassch player, you mother fucker! Even if you mix me out of everything, I'm the foundation of the fucking mushic!" he ranted some more, but Nathan tuned him out as he slipped on the thick snow pants Yakov had given them some time ago.

"I only have one pair, and I'm using it…"

"Shit." He was about to leave when Moira chucked a pair at his head. "Oh, thank… you…?" His eyes widen a little. Nathan looked over and felt a familiar, but unwanted tightness in his pants. The front woman was standing in only her underwear with thick black wool socks that reached the middle of her shins. For someone small, she was well proportioned and had nice toned muscles. Both of them gave her body a look over, wondering why they didn't the first time they met her. At the time, she was only in a bikini. Moira rolled her eyes before turning around so the guys could admire her firm rear.

"They're big on me. I," she put her tight fitting top on, breaking her sentence for a second, "have an extra pair. Keep those." The shirt was relatively plain except for Cancerous's unoffical logo printed across her chest. A crown of thorns on top of a decaying head of a female. Almost looked liked Face Bones which was why it was never used.

"O-okay." Murderface slowly backed out of the door and left, barely managing to close it. He cupped himself, trying to hard his semi hard on.

Nathan arched a brow once the bass player left, "Why the fuck are you changing now? Can't you wait?" he grumbled, sitting down on the stool to put on his boot.

"Pfft. And waste more time? Fuck it." Once she had matching thermal bottoms on, she wiggled into a pair of flaming red dickies. "Besides. I'm in good shape, I got nothing to hide. You on the other hand…" she stared at his bare chest and smirked mischievously. "Do some sit ups, or lay off the booze Mr. I-Get-New-Livers-No-Matter-What. Beer bellies aren't attractive nor is that scar." She sat on the floor by her luggage and forced her small feet into knee high boots with little fuzzies on the top. Beside her was her extra pair of pipe gloves.

Nathan grunted once he managed to slip one boot on over the pants. "Fuck you. Its proof I can drink more then you." It made little sense, but it was the only thing he could come up with. Moira laughed. There was no way he would go down that road again. He knew he was fat, but dammit, she didn't have to poke fun. Not with she practically gave them a strip tease. "I could uh… drink more um, beer then uh, y-you."

"Really now?" She got up and went to stand next to him. She placed a warm hand on his shoulder and teased his skin with her fingers. "Well, someday we'll just have to find out… probably in," she giggled flirtatiously as she winked down at him. "Private."

"Huh…?"

"Bye." Moira walked out of the room. The poor front man's mind was reeling. Was she flirting with him? Nathan continued to sit dumbfounded, not sure as to how he should be reacting to Moira's actions.

-The Drummers' Room-

Cherry was currently sorting through her clothes, looking for the warmest things she had to layer underneath her snow suit. As a native of Texas, she wasn't used to the icy cold, just floods and tornadoes. Outside in the deep regions of Siberia, it was far more brutal then the air of Moscow. As much as she had been dying to go outside, Cherry had a sinking feeling she would get sick. In hopes of preventing it, she was going to bundle up. Digging through her suitcase, she tossed clothes all around her.

Without realizing it, she accidently tossed a picture frame on the floor that was wrapped up in a shirt. As it skidded to a stop, Pickles picked it up, already in his black snow suit. It was an image of dirty blonde woman on a set of drums.

"Whose this chick?" he asked. Cherry turned her head toward him. Taking the frame, she smiled.

"Oh, this here is Sandy West from the 70's rock band The Runaways. She's my inspiration, ya know?" running a hand down the picture frame of the now deceased Runaway drummer, she smiled. "They changed Rock n' Roll since they were the first teen female band. Oh, I wish I coulda seen 'er in concert, but they disbanded 'fore I was born n' she's dead now. West was the greatest female drummer of all time. I wanted ta be like her, n' look at me now." She chuckled. "I'm said ta be as big as Dethklok n' I'm datin' the drummer."

"Well, for good reason too." He kissed her cheek. Cherry giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"How bout we do a quickie, eh?" Pickles grinned. "I figure we got a good twenty minutes. Toki's probably gonna eat and the kid eats slow." The male drummer wiggled his right brow, "Ya know I dress fast."

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Once the two were done exactly twenty minutes later, they went down to regroup with everyone to go to the garage full of snow vehicles. Everyone took their own, putting on goggles and helmets and revving up the engines of their custom painted Arctic Cat Z1 Turbo Sno Pros. The first to rocket out was Bloodyfist followed by Skwisgaar and Murderface. The next to go were Moira and Nathan, then finally every body else with Lucy and Toki lagging behind a little.

Almost everyone was a black and red blur, Lucy's being the only pink and white one, zigzagging across the barren terrain where the trees became less frequent. Moira gunned the engine, passing Nathan and Skwisgaar to take a ten meter lead as she cut them off during a turn, head to head with Murderface who seemed to have a death grip on handles now. In front of them, Bloodyfist was shouting with sheer excitement. That or fear. No one could tell from the helmets, only that she was yelling. Moira wondered if she could catch up to the bass player. The next thing she saw however, had her cursing.

Nobody knew they had taken a route that led them to a small ten foot ledge that was a good thirty feet in length. Bloodyfist barely managed to get enough speed to make the jump and not crash, narrowly missing Murderface's ride as he miraculously passed both lead women the last second. The poor male bass player took a dive however, falling off the Z1 Turbo and skidding to a halt. Moira, unable to turn back or swerve without tipping over, went full throttle from fifty miles an hour to seventy during the last thirty feet and made the jump just as Nathan and everyone slid to a halt for she at the edge.

They gasped as she flew over the bass players. Everything looked good, however, her landing wasn't the greatest as the back of the snowmobile was angled too far down. Just as the front end her flame painted Z1 made contact with the frozen ground, she was bumped off as her chest hit the steering handles, making her do a flip and a half in the air over the handle bars before falling on her face, her ride flipping over her head to land a good twenty feet from her

Everyone made their way to the front woman, fearing the worse as she remained sprawled on the ground, not moving an inch. Nathan was the first to reach her, jumping off his snow mobile to kneel by her head and gently as possible turning her over. He was afraid to touch her anymore, unable to see her face and unsure of any injuring she might have sustained. Cherry skidded next to him then Runa, both clumsily taking off their gloves. Nathan's heart clenched painfully as Moira let out small gagging noised, mostly likely getting the wind knocked out of her since she wore the least amount of padded clothing. In fact, she wasn't wearing a snow suit or jacket.

"Is she… gonna be… ok?" Nathan asked quietly, his voice a bit shaky from the air and worry. Everyone crowded around the four.

Just as Runa reached for her friend's helmet, Moira's hand shot up and smacked it way, scaring the nine people hovering over her. Slowly rising to a sitting position, Moira groaned, putting her right hand on her chest and the left to take off her black helmet.

"Fuck… I can…" she gasped, "Barely breathe." She tore the goggles off, clenching her eyes shut tightly as the sun glared down at her. Her face contorted with her pain. "Shit…"

"Hey!" Cherry yelped as Nathan pushed her not so gently out of the way. The Texan drummer glared at him, ready to kick him but decided against it. The concern written all over his face stopped her.

Nathan grabbed Moira's shoulder. "The fuck were you thinking, you little shit! What if you go seriously hurt?" He gave her a slight, but still powerful shake. "Ofdensen would kill us!" His heart hammered in his rib cage. Moira had scared him with the wipeout. She was so small, just laying there in the snow without moving.

Runa pounced on his arm, trying to stop him from shaking her leader anymore. Moira was gasping for air again. "Natans, stops! Moiras needs to breathe." The front man halted his shaking frenzy, allowing Moira to fall back into Toki's arm as he kneeled behind her. Her head was spun. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her inhaling and exhaling slowly.

"Damn, Nathan. No need ta freak out." Pickles said, "She just got the wind knocked out of her. The worse is over, her snowmobile didn't crush her." Everyone nodded.

"Pfft. Ja, she manages to stays lives dis long. Safe to says dat she and de uders cans lives trew anytings." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes and took a step back to allow more breathing room, "Like Pickle says, da machines no crush hers." He helped Toki lift up the fallen diva.

Moira groaned while she clutched her abused chest, "Serious, dude. I'm not made of glass. Might bruise, but nothin's broken." Shaking her head to clear her thoughts and vision, Moira sighed. "Well, that was an adventure." Everyone but Nathan chuckled. Lucy lunged at her, wrapping her arms around Moira's neck. The two fell back into the, taking Murderface with them as he tried to walk behind Moira to get to his vehicle.

"I's is so glads yous okays!"

"Yeah, well, me too." Moira smiled, rolling her eyes a little.

Murderface grunted, "That'sch nice. Now can you pleash get off?"

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After another twenty minutes after Moira was fully recovered and her ride had been turned over thanks to Bloodyfist's and Toki's help, everyone at last caught sight of their massive stage. Several guards were still stationed there. The bands finally came to a completely stop and were shocked to be greeted by Ivan and General Crozier. The young Russian smiled at Moira who in turned looked away with a pout. Nathan didn't like the looks of it.

The last few days when Ivan was at the compound and when the bands weren't doing anything, he would whisk her away and just talk. About what, he didn't know since they spoke in Russian, but it got to the point where once in a while Moira would actually blush. He glared at the two.

After getting a brief tour and a general idea of the where the guards would be stationed during the concert, the bands were allowed to do as they pleased. Now that Moira had arrived, there was only one thing left to do.

"Sound check!" she yelled as some klokateers came out from the back with extra instruments, handing each girl their respected tool of musical talent. As they went on with that, Skwisgaar pulled Nathan to the side.

"Whats wits you all concerns for Moiras? I t'oughts yous no likes her." The curious Swedish man said, Toki over heard and came over to the two tall men.

"I am wonders da sametings. Why yous goes and flips flops your… your, emu-tons?" He scratched his cheek, trying to pronounce the word he wanted to say.

"I tinks it says eno-nons." Skwisgaar said as he gave him a look told the Norwegian the Swede thought he was an idiot.

"Emu-tons." The rhythm guitarist glared up at the much older and talented man.

"Eno-nons." Skwisgaar stared right back with the same expression.

"Emotions guys, it's said emotions." Pickles sighed, walking past them. Murderface laughed a little.

Nathan crossed his arms and grumbled, "I don't uh… like her and uh, I wasn't all, ya know, that concerned about her." He shifted his weight between his feet, feeling uncomfortable with the confrontation. Another intervention into his personal love life… Lovely. Nathan briefly wondered in fear if Toki brought the taser gun. He hoped not. The sound of Cherry on the drums brought him out of his musing.

Jack in a box and here I am
You're favorite mirror and your only honest reflection and your guide
I am you deepest fear, the one you'll always hear
I am the devil in disguise, I am your dream

I am the sneaky connection to your most devilish reflection
The scary imagination of the real you

"She's not sos bad Natans." Toki said quietly, the two nearly missed it. "She goods persons."

Skwisgaar nodded, "Ja, I's is agrees to dis. Sures she's littles on crazies side, but dat makes her funs. You woulds dos her, no? I so totallies would, but I has Runa. I's nevers… felt dis ways befores. She specials tos me, but I yets to knows if its like Toki's or Pickle relation-chips." He looked over his shoulder, sighing as he watched her work wonders on her guitar. He swelled up in pride, noting that her playing was faster and clearer because of his help. For once he wasn't threatened about losing his spot light.

"The way of mans is trulys stranges." Nathan never got the chance to answer as they both walked away.

I represent what you deny
You're never scared so why are you running away from the temptation of my words
Oh you don't know what I could do for you
Or I could put you through.
And you don't really understand that only fear leads this game

Face your demons
Hear that inner voice
It calls, it cries for you
Just listen well
I'm the one who'll tell terrifying, scary, dreadful tales

You'd better listen
That's some free advice
So what scares you the most
Let me know, be a good host
I want to tell you how your fear looks and how to play this game

Of course, Nathan would screw her, she was pretty, but at that was besides the point here. There was just something about her he couldn't touch. Had Moira been some random woman, it would have been easier to decide what choice to make. Today he realized that yes, he felt something pretty damn powerful for her and it scared him. Nathan felt as if his heart would implode on itself as he watched Moira's tumble, and thank whom ever that the snow cushioned her fall after being lauched back into the air a good six or seven feet. He thought she died. What would happen at the concert should anything bad happen? He hardly thought he could handle thinking about it.

Face your demons
Hear that inner voice
It calls, it cries for you
Just listen well
I'm the one who'll tell terrifying, scary, dreadful tales

War is breaking loose, it cannot be stopped
Cars are racing by and you're getting crushed
Friends are dying slow with a lot of pain
You just fear it all

At the same time while Nathan was going over the events since Moira came into his life, Ivan was watching the front woman a ways off. He was captivated by her voice, her movements and her smile. Since his slip up at the party, Korshunova had spent quite a bit of time making up it up to her and gaing back her trust. He was just relieved she gave him a second chance.

"Captain. Spying on Implosion again?" Another one of Lebedev's soldiers snickered. The man was brawny this thick curly brown blending into his fur hat. His blue eyes danced in merriment.

Ivan chuckled, giving the man a quick glance. "What of it? I'm in charge of her, aren't I?"

The soldier shrugged, "Yes, but boss said not to get your feelings involved. This certainly isn't like you, Captain. What is so important about this woman that has you idolizing her?" The soldier began to rub his gloved hands together.

The second-in-command shrugged, "Her father was an extraordinary man. Truth be told, I met her once when we were children." The lower ranked officer's brows shot up into his hair line. "She was beautiful then as she is now." His companion chuckled as he patted his soldier, "I may be cold at times, but I'm still just a man. Who knew my childhood fancy would linger?" he snorted, "But I would never have thought Explosion would be infatuated with her. If it weren't for the mission, I'd make her mine."

"Perhaps it's fate, Captain. Patience's a virtue." The other soldier left to finish up his sweep.

Bleeding from a wound that you cannot see
And you're seeing things that can never be
God is not made up and he wants revenge
You just fear it all
Fear
You just fear, you can only fear
Face your demons

"At the concert, if anything happens, will you watch out for my girls?" Nathan remembered that line from what felt like a long time ago when in fact was just earlier this month. The words made his stomach twist painfully. Nothing was going to happen, Ofdensen and the others would see to that. But why did he get a sinking feeling as he continued to watch them perform, head banging until she sang again. Once could never ignore their internal gut instincts.

"Don't say shit like that…"

So did you know that all your memories
Color all you'll ever be in a dark and misty cloud that I am floating on
I'm still the voice that speaks inside your head
The demon under your bed
I'm still the one who haunts your soul with devilish lust for fright

Face your demons
Hear that inner voice
It calls, it cries for you
Just listen well
I'm the one who'll tell terrifying tales

Face your demons
Hear that inner voice
It calls, it cries for you
Just listen well
I'm the one who'll tell terrifying, scary, dreadful tales

Nathan's fists clenched as he spotted Ivan standing in front of the stage, a small smile on his lips as he watched Moira belt out the chorus of her song, concentrating on the lyrics themselves. Moira moved with the mike stand, even taking the mike into her hands and doing a strange almost belly dancing move with her hips. She finally noticed her viewer and smiled down at him. Were they flirting? As the song ended, Ivan approached Moira. Nathan would have intervened, but General Crozier stopped him. Nathan watched helplessly when the two began to talk.

General Crozier cleared his throat, "Mr. Explosion, I have a message from Mr. Ofdensen." He said as he stood before the massive man. Nathan down glared at him.

"The fuck does he want?"

Unfazed, Crozier continued, "When you get back to the base, met him in his office. He needs to talk to you about the future of the bands once the concert is over. Munkittrick is dead."

Nathan looked at him skeptically. "How do you uh… know that?"

"We've seen the video. It was sent during the night of the party." Nathan gasped. "The situation may have gotten worse. Ofdensen does not want Moira to know until after the concert." In the background, the girls were going into another song, this one had a more old school metal sound as the riffs Runa played were distinct and everywhere.

So you better wake up
Pay attention to me
I need to talk
And you need to see

What I've been feeling
Got so much inside
You know you've been stealing
My peace of mind

The General left, leaving Nathan to stand alone off stage to the right. His mind was staggering, something it rarely did, with the new information. Munkitrrick was dead? A group of obsessed fans killed the CFO of Cancerous? As awesomely brutal as it sounded, he was disgusted. The man did nothing but watch out for the talented woman on stage. He trained his eyes on Cancerous again.

You never take the time to listen - oh no
You never take the time to care - oh

Hear me - I'm talking to you
Hear me - I wanna tell you the truth
Hear me, hear me - that's all I want

I'm like everyone else
I need more than love
Need to know you're a friend
Someone I can count on

Somebody to laugh with
Someone to cry
Somebody to live with
Not die

You gotta take the time to listen - oh yeah
You gotta take the time to care – oh

His eyes softened a little as he noticed Moira's big smile. The woman was estatcic to be free, away from the stuffy mini fortress they were all forced to bunk in. She cocked her head so she could steal a glance at Nathan, causing his heart to flutter a bit. Did she just wink at him? He couldn't tell. Runa distracted him as she jumped in the air, swinging her guitar to her left. Cherry laughed full heartly, almost losing her rhythm for a second.

Oh hear me - I'm talking to you
Hear me - I'm talking to you oh

Hear me - I'm talking to you
Hear me - I wanna tell you the truth
Hear me, hear me - that's all I want - all!
Hear me - I'm hurting inside
Hear me - you better treat me right
Hear me - you're gonna lose me if you
Hear me - you're gonna lose me if you don't
Hear me - I'm talking to you
Hear me - I wanna tell you the truth
Hear me, hear me - that's all I want - all!
Hear me... hear me... hear me!

Once they were done, Bloodyfist was hit in the head with a snowball. The girls gawked before swinging their head to Murderface, waddling away in the soft ankle deep snow. Bloodyfist, royally pissed, charged off the stage, grabbing enough snow to make a ball from an amplifier and chucked it at the other bass player, hitting his exposed neck. The others joined, having a full flegded snow ball war against one another. Moira giggled, dodging one of the icy projectiles Toki and Lucy threw at her. Running off stage, she grabbed Nathan's arm. Ivan was no where to be seen.

"C'mon! They're forming teams!" she laughed. Nathan was transfixed on her genuine smile, something he hardly ever saw. In the back of his mind, he wanted to always see it. Too bad he couldn't think to long as Skwisgaar and Cherry pulverized him with two humongous snow balls. That woke him from his daze. Soon he was joining the fun, conquering all but Bloodyfist with powerful strokes and tighly compacted ice particles. Moira was laughing hysterically as she pointed at everyone trying to get away from the line of fire.

Tripping on her own two feet, she landed in the snow. Shrieking from the shock, she was dog piled by the girls. "Nathan!" she cried. "Help!" The front man wasted no time in helping.

Up on the cat walks of the stage, Ivan smiled bitterly as he watched the front men together. He hated to admit it, but they did make a nice and powerful couple. Nathan's fame and her voice were a powerful combination, thus why Yakov had agreed to help Ofdensen protect them. For now the Russian man would accept his defeat for the sake of the mission, but he vowed that one day, Moira would be his. It was obvious Explosion was indeed, in love with Implosion and vice versa, but neither would admit it due to sheer stubborness. Ivan had to work quick, or else loose her. Gripping the butt of his rifle, he continued with his inspection.

Lame-tasic ending. Oh well.

Sorry for the long wait again! Election was a bitch between me and my mom. Hooray for Obama, I voted for him and laugh at my mom. However, the both of us believe McCain might have gotten more votes from California had Los Angles not been flooded with the rejects actually voting. They jumped up to 86 percent of their voters voting, a new record. It was a huge discussion, so I won't even begin to explain what went down. And I've been so pissed about prop 8, writing just hasn't been easy. Tell me one good reason why homosexuals shouldn't marry without mentioning the bible or children. My mom said something about them having multiple partners and AIDs. Um, hello...? Straight people do that too... Bitch. But I'm not going to go out there and continue the protest, it's a waste. There is still so much bigotry there is no use. Many of my homosexual friends agree with me. It just isn't the time yet, but some day, it will happen.

Moira's accident was inspired by two true accidents, dealing with my mom's husband when he was younger and me a few years ago, expect we were both on jet skis. He cracked his noggin and got knocked the fucked out. I, well... I went flying due a wave that lifted my water car just when I was accelerating, making me fly about 5 feet in the air 15 feet across, taking a nose dive and getting the worse chest bruise ever. It was like the size of Texas. Our recent wipes over summer dealt with donuts. He knocked himself out while someone threw me off when I lost balance. :( I think I hit a fish. NEVER try one when going over 60 mph!

YourSweet: Hoorah for Ranma! I believe it could have been a good fifty episodes shorter if they take out the pointless ones. The the hell is wrong with Rumiko Takahashi and her long ass, filler full, story plots? Inu Yasha is full of 'em and it just pisses me off.

Gremlin: Yay, another who saw the reference pics. Babies? -lol- I can't imagine them being good fathers, not after the episode where they adopted Fatty Ding-Dong. But now it has me thinking... :)

Angela: Bonds getting stronger, yes. Whoa, almost Yoda status. Yod-bonics, I love! Very cool, it is.

What happened to Dragonz and Insomia!? Did something happen to them! What the last chapter that craptastic? ;-; NOOOO!