2/09: I am sooooo pissed. This would have been out sooner had my laptop not crapped out on me and decided to choose "No" when it somehow exited itself out of Microsoft Word. ARGH! And I spent a few hours revising this! It was so much better then, then it is now. :( Oh yes... and Cybernetic Mango, calling Ivan "Russian Guard of the Metal Concert" made me laugh for a while in class XD Thank you! It really brightened my day when I saw it yesterday.
Tracks of Choice for Concert in Cancerous Order: "Eet the Children" by Otep, "Kill with Power" by Arch Enemy, "The Howling" by Within Temptation, "En Natt I Nord" by Midnattsol, "Norway" by Imperia, "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil, "Six Feet Under's Not Deep Enough" by Angtoria, "Bring Me to Life (Amy Lee Solo)" by Evanescence, "Pictures" by Eyes of Eden, "Red Stars" by The Birthday Massacre, "My Mind's Eyes" by Sirenia, "Bulimiarexia" by Eths, "Charlotte" by Kittie, "Leech Wife" by Rasputina, "The Escapist" by Nightwish, "Never Enough" by Epica, "Elegy" by Leaves' Eyes, "Liar/Dead is the New Alive" by Emilie Autumn (Brendon Small Murder mix)
Tracks of Choice for Concert in Dethklok Order: Murmaider, Go Forth and Die, Awaken, Bloodtrocuted, Go into the Water, Better Metal Snake, The Lost Vikings, Thunderhorse, Briefcase Full of Guts, Hatredcopter, Castraikron, Face Fisted, Dethharmonics, Banana Stickers, Blood Ocean, Kill You, Murdertrain a Comin', Crush my Battle Opponent's Balls
Joint Piece: Read and Find out :D
Chapter 20: Deth Concert
The sound of a cell phone alarm rang out through the lead singers' room during the wee hours of the afternoon. Moira jolted awake with a shriek, her hammock flipping a few times over before finally dropping her on Nathan, causing him to jump and his hammock to tilt dangerous close to the left before flipping them off on the right with Moira on the bottom with her legs on either side of his hips. They groaned, clutching their skulls after they clonked heads with one another. The two were a mass of limbs and thick blankets.
"Whose phone went off?" Moira croaked with her voice thick with drowsiness. Opening her eyes, she gasped. Her face was mere centimeters away from Nathan's whose eyes were wide as well. Before she could ask him to get off, Lucy walked in.
"Moiras, does you have… oh!" The Ukrainian's eyes widen as she stepped out of the room. "I… I's shoulds have knocks. Eh-excuses me." She began to close the door, her face red from awkwardness. It was like a renactment of Runa walking in on her and Toki the day of her birthday. Nathan didn't wear a shirt to sleep and Moira's hair camoflaged her tank top. For all the Ukrainian knew, they were naked.
"Lucy! It's not what you think!" Moira shouted, trying to roll the still dazed Explosion off herself. As the door clicked shut, Moira cursed. "Shit, fucking fantastic. Now I'm never going to hear the end of it if she tells the girls. Damn." Lying back down, she glared at the black haired man, "So, you going to get off or what? I have to take a leak really bad since you're pressing into my bladder." She frowned at him.
"Huh? Oh…" Nathan wiggled around a bit, his left arm and legs were bound inside the thick comforter. There was an awkward silence as Nathan involuntarily ground his hips into Moira's crotch. She stifled a moan by biting her left index knuckle. The friction caused goose bumps to swell on her skin, the sinfully delicious feeling had her tummy doing flip flops. "Shit. Can't get my hand out." He grunted, jerking his arm in hopes of freeing it, but the blanket was securely caught in between their bodies.
"J-just fucking roll to the s-side before I piss my pants." Moira whined. She tried to fight down the blush as her face grew hot. Nathan did as he was told and was amazed to see Moira shoot up and run to the lavatories located down stairs. He stayed there on his back for a few more moments, wondering what had just happened and tried to reduce his raging hard on caused from him grinding (unintentionally, mind you) into Moira. He was after all a simple man with simple needs.
While he laid there alone, his mind wandered back to yesterday with his CFO. The concept of Cancerous permanently staying with Dethklok was quite a decision to make, and knowing that Moira had requested it left his mind whirling with mixed emotions. Both knew the others wouldn't mind it at all, not with the way things were. No one ever used the "L" word, but the gods of metal were indeed, very much in love. Pickles and Cherry future engagement (because let's face it, it was going to happen later if not sooner) was confirmation that neither band would tire of each other anytime soon, and possibly ever. He thought back to his conversation, mostly one sided, with Ofdensen.
---Flash Back----
The two had gotten done discussing the perdictament of the bands. Moira was alright with the bands 'living' together, but she had left some room for argument from the front man. Who was Nathan to deny the couples some kind of peace and happiness. Had he said no, most likely his band would cry muntiny and do worse then tie him up and beat him. Once the part Amazonian man made his decision, Ofdensen carried on with more pressing matters.
"Nathan," he began, "You are aware that this could mean more attacks. I'm not worried about you or Dethklok, or even most of Cancerous. Our main concern is Moira." He clasped his hands and rested them on his desk, "We got a tip from a source that the Undertakers main target is her."
Nathan gulped, "How… did you uh, you know about…?"
Charles adjusted his glasses, "Reviewing the Salt Lake incident, most of the attacks were directed at her intentionally, not because she was a closer target. It could be that she's the leader and was the one to start the band. Once she's taken out… Cancerous is as good as done."
Explosion slumped in his seat, completely at a loss of what to do. The concert had to go on, but he wasn't too please that Moira was in the most danger performing. She would be out in the open, technically, even if there would be snipers watching her back. With the way things were, Nathan didn't think it would be enough.
Ofdensen leaned forward some more, "Nathan. I don't like it either, but the concert has to go on and I promise nothing will happen. Out there, during the concert, you'll need to watch out for yourself, for the others, and her. I'm sure you're very capable of doing it. Moira trusts you more than you think."
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Nathan remained in the room by himself while everyone had met down stairs to eat their breakfast cooked up by none other than Jean Pierre. Dethklok was already dressed and only had to do their traditional stage make up. To them, the concert was nothing special, just like the other ones they had had to that point. However, the girl's of Cancerous were in different stages.
Cherry was still in her bathrobe, and aside from Moira, had not even begun to get ready, her piercings on her nose and ears, which she normally took off once in a while, had been placed back the night before. Lucy's head was full of curlers, and between every bite of food, she would apply more black nail polish on her fingers. Runa had taken a break and only managed to do her makeup which consisted of heavy eyeliner, dark silvery gray eye shadow, and dark, almost black in color red lip stick with faint blush to add some color to the underlining stage makeup they all had to wear, or else get white washed with the bright stage lights. The Finnish woman looked a bit sickly as she timdily picked at her food. Bloodyfist so far had only managed to squeeze herself into tight leather pants with nine buckles spread out evenly on the out seams. Holding them in place was star studded belt with a confederate flag buckle.
Nathan had not yet come down, and Moira was finishing up her food. Getting up and taking a plate, she began to pile on food. The other eight band members stared at her.
"What? I'm bring food up to Nathan. We're kind of behind schedule here." She defended herself while she poured a mug of coffee. "No time to wait for him to get his fat ass down here."
"Buts you has to changes. Why nots makes Natans come down den?" Skwisgaar said as lifted his napkin to wipe his mouth. "Dat ways he eats and you changes."
She shook her head, already making her way to their room, "Nuh-uh. No time. I changed in front of him yesterday, I'll do it again to save us some time. The guy's gotta change too." Once she disapeared, everyone began to talk amongst themselves, exhanging ideas of Moira's kind jesture to bring Nathan's breakfast. All were still under the impression that the two would never get close.
"Does you tinks dey sleeps with each others now?" Runa asked. She glanced at Lucy who fidgeted in her seat. "What is da matters?" Looking at her plate one more time, she pushed it far away from her. "Ugh, I tinks I gets stomachs flus or sometings... I keeps pukings in da mornings dis pasts week." Skwisgaar wrapped an around around her shoulder.
"Dat or maybe you nervous about da concerts." She shrugged.
Lucy rubbed her arm with her left hand, debating whether or not to tell them. finally, she yield. "Dis mornings, I walks in on dem. And wells… I donts know. But Natan's was on tops." Everyone was dead silent, staring wide eyed at the brunette Ukrainian girl. "I's serious!" not wanting to say anymore, she resumed to pick at her fruit cocktail.
"Hot day-um." Cherry said, rubbing her temples as she leaned back in her seat, "Now that's just crazy. It's about damn time they loosened up but I cain't really imagine it." she whistled, "Mo'ra's the girl that likes to have a decent relationship 'fore, you know. They never came off as a bein' a couple with the constant fightin. Am I right, er what?"
Murderface nodded, "You shure are. Nathan'sh maybe really schtubborn, but there ish no way he'd go that long without getting laid." Folding his arm, he grinned a little as if he solved some impossible problem single handedly. "Heh, there'sh juscht no way he could! Normally he would have girlsh over before the concert now that he'sh shingle again."
"Trues." Toki said in a quiet voice, "But I's tinks dat we be wrongs about dis. Natan's usually, uh… you's knows. Louds?"
"And they don't have beds… how the hell would they screw each other?" Bloodyfist said, leaning her head on her hand. The other couples coughed, trying to cover their faces discreetly. "No... all of you? I… wuh… ew. I don't even want to know." Murderface sat there stunned while everyone chuckled a bit. Breakfast resumed after that.
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Moira knocked before entering the room. Nathan was sitting against the wall still, lost in thought. Squatting down in front of him, Moira extended her arms to offer him the tray of food. "You should really eat. If not, I guarantee that you'd pass out tonight. We're performing until midnight, remember?"
Nathan grabbed the food and placed it on his lap. "Why would you uh… care if I ate or not? Wouldn't you want me to fuck up?" he said as he bit into the toast. "Hmm... needs butter."
Moira sat down in front of him and crossed her legs Indian style. Scratching the back of her head, she smiled a bit. "I figure that it's useless to keep fighting. You're not as bad as I first thought and I want you to perform with everything you've got." She smiled faintly, "So… Mind helping me for a second?"
"How?" Nathan said gruffly.
Moira got up and stretched. "Help me choose an outfit! The girls and I fucked up by not choosing it last night before we went to sleep. We were all fucking tired after messing around at the concert sight." she shrugged. "Don't ask why we do it. It's like a girl thing or something." She began to open her suit case and rummaged through her still clean clothes.
Nathan took a gulp from his coffee, the hot substance rejuvenating his body, "How's your uh… chest."
Moira laughed, "Didn't bruise strangely. Hmm…"
So Nathan endured forty five minutes of torture and one of the worse cases of blue balls as he saw Moira dress in front of him in rather provocative and flattering clothing suited to define the very perfection of her body. Nathan couldn't help up smack his head against the wall for agreeing to such torture.
--Later—
Dethklok and Cancerous had been loaded into the Cancerous tour bus gone battle tank. As it made its way through the icy terrain rather smoothly, everyone sat back in the lounge area in silence, lost in their own thoughts about the outcome of the concert. Moira looked at the tracking ring her and the girls were given a while back. The small trinket was a grim reminder that things could still go wrong. Movement to her left caught her eye. Pickles as gripping an odd lump in his pocket. The female vocalist smirked. So tonight would be the night he proposed, she assumed. How tragically romantic.
Cherry sat beside him, oblivious to his nervousness. She was looking out the window of the tour bus, tapping her black painted finger nail on the leather back rest. She was wearing a black strapless top with a large zipper and three buckled straps in the front as well as two additional zippers on the bra like cups. With it Cherry wore matching capris held up by a checkered belt that had suspenders hanging from the back. Around her neck was a pad lock choker. To finish off her outfit, aside from her almost heavy eye makeup, she wore fingerless gloves, hooped earring with black stars suspended in the middle and black flats with a skull on the front.
Coming up the isle way was Runa with her guitar. The Finnish woman was wearing dark blue halter top with a black clincher and tight jeans tucked into her boots. Around her arms were long black lace-up arm warmers that reached to the middle of her forearms. Again she looked rather queasy, but not as bad as earlier. She bent down to look through the fridge for something to drink.
Moira leaned more to the side to catch a glimpse of Bloodyfist sitting at the computer slash mixer with Murderface. The bass player finally managed to find the matching vest like buckled top to her pants. Her hair was put into two low pigtails wrapped in red satin string. What the two were doing, no one really knew. The vocalist laughed a bit to herself when Bloodyfist rolled her eyes at the other man, then mouthed something like 'idiot'.
Lucy sat by Moira, dressed in three piece outfit. At the top of the short sleeve outfit, there were 4 matte snap buttons as well as an open chest section where she was showing a small amount of cleavage. At the waist there was mock corset with black satin ribbons laced down the center of stomach. The corset led down to the pleated attached mini skirt. All of this was accented with rubber like piping. The complete picture gave the illusion of a mini skirt, waist cincher, and crisp black top. On her hands were leather fingerless biker gloves and on her feet were black Mary janes. Moira thought it was one of Lucy's cutest outfits.
As for herself, Moira wore a black leather bustier that showed off her toned midriff with red velvet accents on the side, tied in the middle by red lace. Her pants were laced on the side, from the waist to the bottom hem. The pants were tucked into shin high boots with a thick three inch heel. Like Runa, she too wore long arm warmers to keep her arms from freezing during the concert. Around her neck was a leather choker with a bat pendant that had small ruby eyes and ivory fangs. Her hair had been slightly curled, one side tucked behind her ear where her lightning bolt earring was dangling. She wore eye make up, the smoky grey eye shadow blending in with the eye line and mascara magnifying the rich golden hue of her irises to the point they seemed to be glowing.
The rest of the men from Dethklok were watching the live broadcast of the events outside the concert grounds. Millions of people were swarming around the areas, trying desperately to get in quickly and praying that the bands would appear at their stage. In St. Petersburg, a riot had broke out, resulting in the death of six rowdy teens, two old women and a child as well as hundreds of other injuries. The souvenir stands had sold out within minutes, leading to more fights and deaths. The women instantly felt bad.
Many avid Dethklok fans had anti-Cancerous banners, and vice versa. The ones who liked both were beaten. Among them, the Undertakers and the Revengencers were waiting for them, hopefully they had the wrong location and the concert would precede without fail. No news of Javier had come up, and everyone was on high alert but the media had other priorities. Their main focus of terrorist groups was the anti-Dethklok on. A blurred pictured of the metal masked man and his crew was displayed on the large screen.
Everyone felt the bus begin to slow down as their journey was coming to the end. As the bus finally stopped, one by one everyone filed out, only to be surrounded by their bodyguards. Nathan led everyone to the stage where they were greeted by Yakov, Ivan, Seth, Crozier with Ofdensen standing in the middle of them all dressed in the thick Dethklok ski jackets with a Cancerous arm band. Behind them all was Knubbler who was going over the instruments and the microphone placements.
Ofdensen was there to on stage to met them, Ivan right beside him. The manager nodded at everyone, said, "Alright. Let's get you into your waiting room. The first arrival of fans will be coming shortly. Any questions?" Ivan glared as Nathan nudged Moira and pointed at Knubbler who tripped over a chord. She giggled a little and shoved him back playfully.
Bloodyfist raised her hands, "Yeah. Uh… we still need to keep our rings on, right?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Just making sure." She dug into her pocket for her skull ring, then placed it on her right middle finger. As everyone was going into their waiting room, Seth pulled Pickles to the side.
"What do you want?" the drummer seethed.
Seth held Pickles right shoulder, pointing at his face with his other hand. "Your girl is a real bitch. Glad I'm not watching over her. But I swear bro, I don't care what the hell happens to her, ok?"
Pickles rolled his eyes, "Fine. Whatever. Just let me go."
"What do you see in her?" he pressed on.
"None of you fucking business, Seth. But if you really want to know, I plan on marrying her." That left Seth speechless.
"Hey, Pickles!" Cherry called from across the room. She glared at Seth. "C'mon! We got ourselves a good hour 'fore we start. Wanna do some shots or should I bust out the pot?" then she shrugged, "Fuck it, let's do both." Pickles grinned as Seth stood there dumbfounded. He couldn't recall meeting a chick who drank and did drugs without being fucked up in the head, fat and ugly or as hot as her.
--Concert Time—
Moira gripped the mike with an iron grip. There was only a minute left before the concert would begin. It was pitch black outside despite a full blood red moon hanging behind small clouds. The dim stage lights made it difficult for the crowd to see the band, yet easy for them to get a grasp of how many people were there in the audience. Moira felt her heart quicken, as did the others. Literally millions of people were waiting for them to perform, and possibly fuck up. The sudden red on the stand signified the start of the concert. The hundreds of thousands of camera flashes lit up the stage for a moment as Moira began with an eerie intro to their song. The fog machines kicked in, adding a creepier atmosphere with the single red light shining down on the vocalist.
Hush little baby…
Don't make a sound
The large monitors started up, magnifying her face for the crowd as they roared in anticipation.
Hush little baby,
Don't make a move
Moira stroked the stand and caressed the microphone tenderly, her eyes closed as she spoke the beginning part. Once she said the last word, her eyes snapped open. The monitors had a close up of her intense golden eyes, ablaze with the sheer thrill of the concert. Moira Implosion was in the zone.
This is gonna hurt…
Me more then you.
The band immediately came in. The crowd cheered. The sonic boom of the MiG 29's could be heard in the distance, giving the word 'Blood' Moira sang a thunderous impact. The crowd seemed to love it as the women on stage continued on with their opening act.
If I'm a danger to myself
Just think what I would do to you…
During the chorus and the rest of the song, the mosh pit in front of the band began to grow, consuming hundreds of people it seemed. Yakov's men had a tough time controlling them and avoiding audience members from going over the barricades.
The next song, Moira took on the intense vocals to go through Kill with Power again. This particular song was worthy of being compared to any Dethklok song. From the vocals to the quick guitar riffs and the intense drum sequences, it displayed the girls' raw talent. Sweat rolled down Cherry's face as she hammered away at the drums, almost putting Pickles playing skills to shame. Runa smirked as she played the equally hard guitar notes, backed up by Lucy who surprising could keep up better then what Toki might have been able to do. Bloodyfist, practically giving herself whiplash, amazed the crowd at her ability to not only do some serious head banging, but managed to keep in tempo with everyone else. The starlet of course was Moira and her phenomenal skills of sounding like a female Nathan with her demonic like voice many would believe women couldn't do without sounding like a man to begin with.
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Off stage, Dethklok watched the monitors, admiring the girls work their magic as they warmed up the crowd and win most of them over. Already it was crazy outside, hundreds of people surfed the crowds, thousands joined in the moshing and millions more head banging and dancing. The shrieking fans moved like ripples in the waters, the sea of people were witnessing history. The song finally ended. Toki jumped in glee, grabbing his guitar and meeting Lucy half way on the stage where they would swap spots.
"You dids greats!"
Lucy smiled and pecked his lips, "Reallies? I tinks I coulds have dones betters or sometings." Toki hugged her and told her otherwise.
Moira wiped away the sweat from her forehead, panting from the exertion of singing, head banging and prancing about the stage to please the crowd in her own fashion. Raising her hand, the crowd quieted, allowing her to speak more softly into the microphone. The lights dimmed behind her, allowing Dethklok to move into position. While switching spots, Pickles held Cherry in his arms and kissed her deeply.
"Babe, I feel like such a disgrace to all male drummers." He chuckled. "Damn, I don't think I'd be able ta walk after that last one."
Cherry giggled herself and rubbed her nose against his, "If ya say so. Knock 'em dead, honey."
Skwisgaar and Runa were having a similar conversation in their native tongues.
"That was nerve wracking! It's a miracle I didn't fuck up." Runa whined as she pressed her chest into Skwisgaar's as he held her around the waist. She rested her arms around his neck, "How do you do it?"
"I don't think about it. I just play…"
"I guess that makes sense. Less stress, I suppose?"
Murderface fumbled for words to say to Bloodyfist as she walked in his general direction, "You uh… did good."
"Good?" she said.
"Uh… yeah."
"Oh… uh, ok. Um, thanks." Murderface didn't pick up the sudden gloom in her voice. "Well, you better get going then."
Moira's voice could be heard through the speakers as the boys parted with the girls, first in Russian, "Good evening, everyone! You are the lucky crowd to be able to witness this historical concert. As you know, Dethklok and Cancerous are competitors in the world of music and metal, but so far you have shown us both love and loyalty." She then resumed in English, "I would like to thank you all for coming, and buying these ridiculously over priced tickets in my opinion." Looking to her right, Ofdensen nodded, "And so I present to you… DETHKLOK!"
The music was drowned out by the sudden roar of fans. Even the northern lights began to show, creating an odd and surreal backdrop for the stage as the clouds covered the moon. There was an extreme difference between the performance of the front men. Nathan just stood there, singing into the mike while Moira had moved about the stage. The guitar and bass players stood in the same spot, head banging while they played. As for Pickles, he seemed to thrash his head more than Cherry.
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The girls sat in the waiting area, watching the boys through the monitors and picking up their different techniques. Sipping on her beer can, Moira sighed. "Damn. I have to admit, aside from their lack of uh…excitement, they're pretty good."
Cherry rolled her eyes, "So yer sayin' that ya at this time ya weren't payin attention? Moira, as the smartest one 'ere, you must've been under a rock." The others laughed, then made a toast to the boys as Bloodtrocuted began. Moira looked through their concert book that was resting on her lap. There had been several last minute revisions to the venue no thanks to Nathan and his indecisiveness. The woman jumped as someone tapped her shoulder, almost spilling her beer.
"Ivan," she breathed out, putting a hand to her chest to calm her erratic heart beat, "You scared me!"
"My apologies. Can we talk for a moment?" He sighed as she gave him a suspicious look, "Please, Moira." He led her to a dark corner and shouldered his rifle. Running a hand through his thick hair, he took a shaky breath. "I see you and Nathan are getting along."
"So?" Moira said defensively, bringing her beer can up to her lips.
Ivan put up his hands, "Nothing. Many didn't think it was possible, the both of you are opposites. However, that's not why I wanted to talk to you." He looked at her a bit nervously, "Moira, Cancerous isn't in danger anymore, but you." She gasped.
"What? I don't understand."
The man shrugged, "We launched an investigation, hopinh to find some clue as to why but we've come up with nothing. This is bigger then we expected, and our guess is because you're the leader. And I blame that fucking band out there for making this worse."
Moira felt sick to her stomach, "Ivan… You're second-in-command in not only Lebedev's security force which I know is actually the FSB and drug ring, but also in Dethklok Russia. Aren't you… suppose to be loyal to them?"
Ivan lowered his weapon, "I did love Dethklok, but I found someone who's worth more to me then them. She means everything to me." He stared at her with such emotion, Moira nearly took a step back.
"Ivan… " she tried to stay calm, but she was getting nervous as Ivan reached an hand out to caress her cheek tenderly, his thumb running over her bottom lip.
"It's you Moira. I love you. I'll die for you, kill for you and no one else. Van Winkler will regret ever trying to hurt you. I will protect you, forever. Just as I vowed back then." He looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers, trying to convey his feelings to her. The ground rumbled as Hatredcopter began. Cherry could be heard cheering for Pickles in the distance.
Moira was silent for a moment, unable to respond to Ivan and his confession. It wasn't that she was unused to it, random fans would always say it to her, and god only knew how many wedding proposals she would get in the mail and such. But coming from a normally harden man, it was a shock.
"Ivan…" she said slowly, trying to collect her thoughts and push his hand away from her face, "I… I'm not an easy lay. So, if you're saying that to try to get in my pants, fucking forget it." she bit her bottom lip. "And what do you mean… back then?"
Ivan chuckled, " Never mind that, but I mean what I said. I love you. I've put in a request to transfer to Mordhaus when you leave next week. Lebedev and Ofdensen don't seem to mind." He stepped closer to her, but Moira stopped him by putting a hand on his chest.
"Well, it's a waste. I don't feel the same Ivan. I have feelings for another guy, and trust me, it not and never will be you." She gave him a hard stare.
"It's Explosion, isn't it?" the two were heading back to the others. Moira crossed her arms and looked away.
"Think what you want. I don't even know myself. But I do know, it's more then I like you." She stormed away to regroup with her band. All of them had remained in the same spot, but on the coffee table in front of them, more junk food had accumulated. Moira stumbled over the violin and cello cases. "The fuck are these doing out right now?"
"Natan's wants Lucies, Bloodyfists and mes to play Deth-arnomicses wits dem. We goes afters da next song." Runa said, getting up to stretch. "What dids Ivans wants wits you?"
Moira waved her off, finally tossing the can she had away. "I'll tell you later…"
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Once it was time for the women to make their appearance, Nathan took the time to address the crowd as best he could. "Uh… yeah. We're uh, doing Dethharmonics for you douche bags. So um, helping us do that is Runa, Lucy and uh, Bloody…. Bloodyfist. So uh… yeah, back up recordings suck. So they're going to play the violins and cello… I guess that's it…"
Spotlights were cast down on Runa and Lucy as they began the violins, followed by Bloodyfist on the cello. The foreign women stood in-between Skwisgaar and Toki sharing a microphone. Bloodyfist was to the left of Murderface, sitting on a stool with the cello in between her legs with the music stand in front of her. The whole song went rather smoothly, and of course, no deaths were resulted by a massive laser shooting ball of doom. The combined women with the band pleased the crowd, which at this point, was wild and dangerous. The girls noticed female underwear piled up before the stage, as well as body parts. Their stomach did a quick flip before settling again.
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Backstage Cherry groaned in discomfort and laid back in the couch, her head on Moira's lap. Putting her arm over her eyes, she winced, "Ugh, think Imma getting' that stomach flu Rune's got. Been feeling sick for a while." She rubbed her stomach, grunting at her slight bloatiness.
Moira ran her hand through her friend's luscious blood colored hair, "Well, we'll be going home soon. Just hang in there."
Cherry lowered her arm to stare at her band leader, "But Mo'ra," she began, "The bus is 'ere with us." She raised a pierced brow when Moira giggled.
"The hell you laughin' at?"
"The way I see it, we're probably gonna stay with Dethklok for good." Cherry's eyes widen.
"You mean…" Moira nodded, causing the drummer's to well up with happy tears, "Seriously?"
"Yeah. I'm ok with it… as long as Nathan says yes, we'll be with them, if not, at least near them. Always."
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Once the song ended, the women bowed and exited. Dethklok continued their portion of the concert again until Skwisgaar solo song came up. He took his post at the front of the stage. The lights behind faded until he was on the only figure on stage. As the intro began, Skwisgaar jumped into his part, his named a deafening echo as millions upon millions of people cried out to him. However, thirteen seconds from his part, there was a flash of light and Runa stood beside him, taking over for him for an equally short solo of Crush my Battle Opponent's Ball. Twenty-seven seconds into it, Skwisgaar took up his part. At thirty-nine seconds, Runa was shredding. Finally, at fifty-one seconds to the end, the two played together as one.
The duo dazzled the rabid spectators, even shocking their band mates. For Dethklok, it was almost unbelievable that Runa could even keep up. They knew she was one incredible guitarist, but never had they thought her skills would be equivalent to that of Skwisgaar's. On Cancerous' part, it was legendary to see the Swedish man share his spot with their lead guitarist. He was conceited and vain, they thought he would try to outdo Runa the whole time and possible mock her. He must have had a deep admiration for her and her playing to allow her to play his song. Skwisgaar, despite the man whore he was, may have found his one true love who was not only his rival, but his equal.
Just before the lights turned off for the intermission, Skwisgaar removed his guitar from his shoulder and scooped up Runa into his arms, holding her around the waist with his left arm and holding her face tenderly with the right. Then, without warning, he leaned into her and kissed her passionately in front of everyone. Many heartbroken screams came from the viewers, but an even greater cheer of approval was heard. Runa, gaining some composure, snaked her arms around his neck and brought him in for a deeper kiss. Even as the lights turned off, the two remained in each other's embrace, their kisses turning hungrier by the second as Skwisgaar's hands began to roam her body.
Back stage, where everyone had began to indulge themselves to what might have been called 'dinner', Moira and Nathan continued to gawk at the scene they witness. Both of their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly agape with a plate of food in their hands as they stared up at the blue screened monitors. Moira was the first to come out of her stupor.
"Did we… just see what I think we saw?" she turned to look at Nathan. She licked her lips while tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
The tall man shrugged, "I don't even know… but that was really awesome." Both turned to watch the lead guitarists and everyone huddled around them, complimenting Runa nonstop. The Finnish guitarist blushed, but smiled and thanked everyone. Knubbler was there as well, but his words were ignored.
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After they ate and the girls touched up on their make, they went back on stage. Moira sat at the drums this time as Cherry adjusted the mike stand. Cherry began to hum as the backup track started. When the music picked up in intensity, giant balls of fire burst from the lip of the stage, startling half the crowd. The stage effects were expectant of any Cancerous concert.
We've been seeing what you want,
You've got us cornered right now.
Falling asleep from our vanity
May cost us our lives
Cherry didn't move around as much Moira as she held onto the microphone and walked back and forth on the stage with an occasional head bang. Moira's voice blended beautifully with Cherry as they did their harmony perfectly. Once it was over, Cherry bowed and shocked many as she took Runa's guitar.
(AN: For En Natt I Nord, Runa's voice is a bit higher than the original.)
Lucy did an exceptional job in taking over the lead guitar part that had a strange beat to it as the band started after Runa small intro. The song was rare as was the sight of watching Runa sing. The crowd seemed to also love the twist. Backstage, Skwisgaar choked on his beer when Runa began to sing Norwegian, which it was just a slight variation then their own native one. The wind was beginning to pick up, causing her hair to dance behind her. For a moment he thought of her as a Valkeryie, inviting the already fallen fans into Valhalla with her.
En fuktig sommernatt i nord
Regnet har nettopp lagt sine spor
Et grønt-blått lys
Trenger seg frem
gjennom trærne og treffer meg
Står høyt oppe på fjellet
med armene rettet frem
Klar til å oppleve livet
Som en ulv lar jeg meg drive
Naturen rundt meg
Uberørt og med et gripende tak
river det meg med i en verden uten hat
"Is dere notings dese girls can'ts does?" Skwisgaar said, patting his shirt dry with a napkin. "I means, let's all faces it. Dey much smarters den us. Maybe even mores talented. I is not even knowing dat Runa coulds sing! We's been datings for likes a months now." The others sat around in silence, not sure of what to say. Then Toki spoke up.
"I is guessing we don't know very much abouts dem as we thoughts. Lasts nights I heards Lucy sings in da showers… in Frenchs." The song finally ended, but Runa remained, but this time she sang in a different language, this one causing Skwisgaar to gag again.
"Fuckings Dutch!" Again is wasn't much different than his or hers, but his unyielding hatred for the Dutch made him wonder why she would sing in that language. She could have made due with Swedish or Norwegian. (AN: The manly death growls will obviously be taken over by Moira. It's not a lot of it, so I was ok using Norway :D It's hard to find Imperia songs on Limewire or iTunes!)
As Runa finished, she too bowed. There was a quick break in the program to allow the three girls to move into their original position. Cancerous' next songs varied in tone for Moira, displaying more of her singing ability. As Red Stars began, Moira lightened her voice. Many wondered if the song spoke of old Communist Russia. Perhaps, considering Moira's childhood in Russia was still during the Soviet times. My Mind's Eyes came up, until finally it was Lucy's turn to hand her guitar to Cherry as Moira situated herself behind the drums.
"Are they all shinging tonight?" Murderface frowned.
Pickles shrugged, "Looks like it. Bloodyfist hasn't gone up yet though." Finishing off his margarita, he picked up a wine cooler and twisted the cap off. "Fucking ridiculous. Skwisgaar's right, they're probably more talented than us, and I think everyone knows that now."
Everyone jumped as Lucy started off with her own death growls. They weren't as impressive as Moira's, but coming from the young girly-girl, it was quite the spectacle. She kept the microphone close to her mouth through most of the song, coiling her left hand in the wire that ran from the underside of it. The crowd seemed to have gotten louder, drowning Lucy's voice had it not been for the extra speakers spread across the area mounted on large televised pillars for those located almost half a mile from the stage and beyond. At the top, like at their Vegas concert, watch towers were mounted, each housing four snipers with machine guns on each side. There were a grand total of thirty of these pillars.
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In the very center one, the largest pillar of them all, was the makeshift head quarters for Yakov and Ofdensen who were in charge of overlooking the crowds. Seth had been posted to watch over the very back as Crozier was out at the frontier, guarding the perimeter of the concert location.
"What do you mean you think you let Edgar Jomfru in?" hissed Ofdensen into his walkie talkie. "I don't care if his fucking wheelchair was clean."
"I'm sorry." Said the voice on the other line. It was definitely not the older General. Yakov looked at the fuming CFO. "We lost track of him before Crozier could come. Over."
Charles ran a hand through his hair. "Shit," he said to himself, standing up straight. "Seth! Crozier!"
"Roger." One said right after the other.
"I'm sure you heard the conversation. I need you two to go in there with some men and weed out this potential threat. Use whatever means necessary, you here?"
"Affirmative." The general said.
"You fucking serious? I don't want to be anywhere near that drumming bitch, and we're talking about finding one guy among thirty-seven MILLION people." Seth growled.
"He's somewhere in the front, by the stage." Ivan said, finally picking up, "I wasn't sure if it was him, and I'm sorry to report that he's gone. I would have to say he was here almost an hour ago. Our best bet is send in troops from three hundred meters from the stage then work their way up, they're bound to find him. How fast can a fat guy move in a wheel chair?"
Seth could be heard laughing, "Well, since I don't have to start from back here. I guess I'll help."
Lebedev took the walkie talkie from Ofdensen, "Crozier, start from the west, Seth the East and work your way into the middle then spread out. Ivan, put your skills to some use and find him again. If he's here, so could the others."
Ofdensen sat in his chair and sighed, "And so it begins…"
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Back on stage, the girls were finishing up the cello-drum pieces after Bloodyfist had the chance to sing Charlotte which the vocal piece wasn't as complicated as everyone else. Lucy once again replaced her guitar with her keyboard. The chorus had seemed to get the biggest reaction from the crowd, perhaps because it was more enthusiastic. Once the girls finished up their last song Liar, which if they were to have taken out the back up track it sounded eerily like Dethklok again, Moira got ready to say another announcement. The boys in the back were mostly brooding, already foreseeing that their popularity had dropped after the concert. The lights dimmed as they headed out to do their jointed piece.
"Alright then! The concert is just about done folks!" Moira said into the mike a little out of breath.
"Uh yeah… we're uh gonna do our special song now." Nathan grumbled into his, taking a position by Moira.
The female vocalist giggled, "Jeesh, lighten up Nathan! You make is sound like it's horrible."
The big man rolled his eyes, "Whatever. So uh, yeah. Moira uh, pretty much made the song. Didn't take us long to um, actually rehearse is…" Behind them, the lights came back on. On the drums was Pickles. To his far left were the bass players. More in the middle was Toki on his guitar standing by a fidgeting Lucy with her keyboard. On the other side were the lead guitarists, tuning the guitars quickly. In front of them, about five steps back from Nathan's right, was Cherry and her mike. Moira moved back until she mirrored Cherry's spot. "Russia, here's to you. Moskau." (AN: By Rammstien ft. Tatu)
Like they rehearsed, Moira began the first line, followed by Cherry for the rest of the song as Nathan sang in German. (AN: Fucking lyrics… they confuse me! Uh, just go find the song if you don't know it. It kicks ass in my opinion. Too lazy to assign who sang what :D)
Eto pyeshnya o samom prekrasnom gorodye v mnrye. Moskva!
Cherry had joined her at the last word. The band started up. Nathan's back up girls swung their heads around until his solo began. He couldn't help but smirk, proud at the fact he was doing this in German. The crowd seemed pleased as well.
Diese Stadt ist eine Dirne
Hat rote Flecken auf der Stirn
Ihre Zähne sind aus Gold
Sie ist fett und doch so hold
Ihr Mund fällt mir zu Tale
Wenn ich sie dafür bezahle
Sie zieht sich aus doch nur für Geld
Die Stadt die mich in Atem halt (Moskav!)
Moskau (Raz, dva, trii!)
Moskau
Posmotrii!
Piionyer tam iidut
Pyesnii Leniinu poyut
The band was really into their playing. The lead guitarist were back to back, shredding the notes. The bass players mirrored them, but Bloodyfist was head banging more than Murderface. Pickles hair flew around him as he worked his magic on the drums, simply enjoying himself. Toki and Lucy had big smiles on their faces, the Norwegian man banging his head as well. Cherry and Moira were doing choreographed moves, having put on the head sets and removing their mikes. How they were able to sing while doing cart wheels and twirls was anyone's guess. Their dancing however did liven up the stage.
Sie ist alt und trotzdem schön
Ich kann ihr nicht widerstehen
(Nye mogu ustoyat)
Pudert sich die alte Haut
Hat sich die Brüste neu gebaut
(Postroiila vnov)
Sie macht mich geil ich leide Qualen
Sie tanzt für mich ich muss bezahlen
(Ya dolzhyen platiit)
Sie schläft mit mir doch nur für Geld
Ist doch die schönste Stadt der Welt
Moskau (Raz, dva, trii!)
Moskau
Ivan was desperately scoping the crowd for his target, cursing himself for not taking out the man even if it wasn't him, but Moira had been on his mind. It was perhaps the worse decision he ever made, Yakov was sure to demote him. Was he not the best at what he did? While he mentally slapped himself, he thought he caught sight of the real Javier, but the man quickly disappeared within the crowd again when a crowd surfer went over him.
"Shit..." he pulled out his walkie talkie, "Ofdensen… he's here."
Posmotrii!
Piionyer tam iidut
Pyeshnii Leniinu poyut
Moskva!
Poyekhalii Moskva!
Raz, dva, trii!
Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst
Wenn du in der nacht einschlafen bist
Kogda t nochyu kryepko spiish
Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst
(Wenn du vor mir niederliegst)
(Kogda t pryedo mnoy lezhiish)
Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst
(Wenn du mit mir redest)
(Kogda so mnoyu govoriish)
Ich sehe was, das siehst du nie
Ofdensen was ready to pull at his hair, but he refused to show his crumbling self control. He needed to stay calm. Yakov had left with another team to help weed out the threat. Was the metal masked man there too? There was a sudden jolt in the control tower. Smoke began to rise from the floor and Ofdensen grabbed an AK-47 off the desk next to him.
"Now I'm pissed." He said calmly, although his eyes were ablaze with fury. Pressing the 'PANIC' button to alert the others, he took off to the hidden stairs to investigate the disturbance.
Raz, dva, trii!
Moskau
Raz, dva, trii!
Moskau
Posmotrii!
Piionyer tam iidut
As the song ended, the audience was crying out their names, which meshed together and sounded like 'Cancerklok'. Nathan and Moira smiled at each other at that. Before anyone could move though , four things happened. Dozens of people jumped the barriers to raid the stage having shot the guards in the head. After that was the sudden shaking of the stage, as if a bomb exploded underneath them, followed by Ivan's voice screaming for the bands to run. Finally, there were the sounds of gun fire.
FINALLY! I did it! I managed to put together a decent chapter, which probably could have been better if I didn't end up with a major writer's block due to my depression. I would like to thank everyone for their understanding and support! It helped a bit to motivate me to complete this chapter. You are the best.
Dragonz: I agree with the too many parties part. I could have gone to my friends, but my mom is plain evil and thus has me go to a place where there are people I hate. Had I been with my friends, I would have started my beer pong training :D Imma gonna be champion someday! Glad you like how things are developing. More awesomeness to come!
Insomia: Christmas… BLAH! I feel like a jackass already because I only have enough money for gas ;-; I have too many friends to give presents to. And thank you. I'm glad to know you don't think the last chapter was crappy. It makes me feel better about myself and not worry so much on whether or not my ending will be a total disappoint. Which it might, considering where I'm going with it –hides in a tree- Don't mentally kill me if the last chapter sucks!
YourSweet: I am not amazing. I am annoying (in the words of my mother)! Lol. But in the mangas, there were some things she could have taken out. Any manga series over 25 volumes piss me off. Which reminds me. I need to see if Min-Woo Hyung came out with anymore Priest books. That would make the ultimate present to my friends/brother. He would have nothing else but that if Vol. 17 is out XD Thanks for your support. Please update soon!
Angela: Love triangles… yeesh. I'm not good with it, so don't be upset if I totally kill Ivan or something. NO THAT WAS NOT A SPOILER! He won't die. I think Ivan is awesome, in a douche bag sort of way. As for Prop 8, eh… We're all entitled to our own thoughts, so I'm not going to bash you or rant about why it sucked major hahas. What's done is done. Thanks you're your support as well :) I don't think I'm a great person, just sensitive when it comes to death in the family.
Gremlin: Sandy West was real. She died about 2 years ago. Look up The Runaways. I thought she was perfect for Cherry's inspiration to be the world's greatest drummer. The woman was pretty cool. I agree with you about the possibility of meeting these men in the future, that's why it makes me sad because I won't ever get to meet them. It all goes back to the possibility of me going to Honduras and Guatemala during winter break to see meet the rest of the family.
Anghel Ni Kamatayan: Thank you for showing some support! I'm sorry to hear about the family dog. My cousins' dog (which I've practically grown up with) ran away a few weeks ago and hasn't come back. Plus my Uncle has to put his dog down soon. Grew up with that one too. ;-; Dogs are family! But I'm sure that your dog will eventually recover, especially if your family is giving her a lot of love and support. Anyway, I'm glad you like my fic! I feel specials! –hugs-
And thus concludes Chapter 20… About 5 more chapters to go and it's over! ;-;
Technically it might be four chapters plus a "lost" chapter which is my totally forgotten almost-has-nothing-to-do-with-the-storyline-because-I'm-stupid Halloween Special titled Frightklok. But in the end it could be 5 plus that one. Who knows, I haven't figured that out yet. Just depends on how I write up the rest of the chapters.